It was Sunday afternoon and Olivia was busy doing dishes. She had been rummaging around the house cleaning, listening to citizen cope on her head phones while she went from room to room. Her last stop was here, the dreaded dishes.

Fitz was busy putting the kids down for their afternoon nap, which was the reason Olivia currently had the opportunity to tackle the mess that was their house after a weekend of play.

She scrubbed the pans from lunch, humming the tune to Bullet and a Target, one of her all time favorite songs. Lost in her own little world, her hips swayed as she became engrossed in the song. Before long she was singing, as the song progressed so did her volume. There was thing that could really motivate Olivia to clean and that was music.

She continued her task, oblivious to the world around her. Meanwhile, Fitz stood against the wall watching the love of his life enjoying a simple moment to herself. She was beautiful, even with her hair in a messy bun and glasses perched on her nose. Her leggings showed off her perfect ass and that shirt was so tight it left nothing to the imagination.

He continued to watch as her hips swayed to the beat of whatever song she was currently playing. Then she began to sing loud enough for him to hear. He knew when she listened to citizen cope she would get lost in her feelings. Their first dance at their wedding had been to a Citizen Cope song, not this particular one though.

Fitz stood watching her become more engaged in the music, he couldn't help it but just watching her hips sway made him hard. He held off as long as he could before he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist while burying his face the crook of her neck.

Olivia jumped not realizing she wasn't alone. It took less than a second for her to relax into his embrace. Fitz slid his hand down her stomach and into her leggings, all while sucking her neck. There was the occasional nibble here and there.

They were like lighting together. The electricity between then never took long to build and they were instantly ready for one another. Ten years they have been together and it never got old. The excitement of their sex life only continued to grow. You hear about couples' sex lives dying out over time, this was not an issue for the Grants. Even after four kids, they were still hot for one another.

Fitz slowly turned Olivia around to face him, simultaneously turning off the water. With zero hesitation she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her to the counter. Their mouths met with urgency. See, having four kids they know time is of the essence. Especially if their carnal activities were to leave the four walls of their bedroom.

Fitz quickly rid her of pants while she pulled his shirt over his head. He rushed and freed himself of his own pants while Olivia stripped her top and bra. He chest was directly in front of his face and he could not resist the urge to take her hard nipple into his mouth.

Olivia moaned loudly, pulling him closer. Never had another partner affected her with breast play like Fitz. He could bring her to her knees with an earth shattering orgasm from playing her breasts like a professional.

She was anxious and wanted him now. Olivia pushes him away before turning her body to face the counter. Fitz knew what she wanted. She wanted it fast, hard and reckless. Olivia pokes her ass out to him, giving a sly smile over her shoulder, "come and get it, Daddy."

That was all it took. Her calling him Daddy in intimate moments was enough to push him into overdrive. With his foot his nudges her legs apart, spreading them wide. He groans at the smell of her arousal.

"Fuck Livvie."

She chuckled before responding "I'm trying to, fuck me already Fitzgerald."

He was in her in an instant. It was just what she wanted. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, moans and very frequent explicit verbal affirmations.

Fitz reaches around her body, rubbing her clit with determination. He's so close, his left hand holds her hip so tight he thinks there may be a bruise but at this moment he could care less. His woman was chanting his name in ecstasy.

"I'm going to come," she yells.

He pulls his hands from between her thighs and pulls her hair by her bun. Olivia's head is now against his shoulder. "Come now Livvie," he grunts before biting her neck.

With a scream she comes hard, coating him with her essence. Fitz can't hold back. He follows her over the edge, clenching his teeth with his face still buried into her neck.

The couple collapses onto the kitchen counter. Fitz holding Olivia tight from behind, still buried deep inside her.

"Well Daddy, I think that is some of our best work yet." She compliments

Fitz just chuckles and pulls back, grabbing a towel off the counter to clean them. They make their way to the shower where round two is slower and more sensual.

Freshly cleaned and dressed, Olivia returns to the kitchen. She sees she has a new message on her phone, it's from the neighbor across the street Kim.

"Liv- I know you two are like fucking rabbits, but in consideration of us all….. COULD YOU PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CLOSE YOUR BLINDS BEFORE FUCKING YOU HUSBAND FOR EVERYONE TO SEE?!"

Olivia's face drops as she looks up at the window in the kitchen, which happens to face the street. Sure enough they were wide open. Olivia is instantly mortified, she was going to kill him.

"FITZ!"

He runs into the room, worried something has happened.

"What's wrong?" He exclaims.

"THIS!" She says as she shoves her phone into his face.

Fitz erupts into laughter. "Well that will teach them to look in the windows." He shrugs.

"You can't be serious?"

"Hey at least they didn't see Mrs. Matthews doing the dirty. Yuck." He shivers at the thought of their seventy year old Neighbor in a compromising situation.

"I can't believe you! Who knows how many people just saw us!"

"What that was quality work Liv. Maybe they picked up some pointers" he continues.

Olivia is mortified and Fitz seems to find this whole thing hilarious.

"Liv, I'm sorry they saw us. Truly. But you gotta admit, it was worth it!" He wiggles his eyebrows. She had to admit it, it had been that good.

She points a finger in his face "next time make sure the fucking blinds are closed mister" with that she makes her way back to their room before yelling, "Mr. Grant, care to teach me another lesson?"

Fitz takes off, slamming their bedroom door behind him.

an: drunk writing at its finest sorry for typos! :)