Olivia was counting the hours until they boarded their flight back to DC. At 11:00 Saturday night, several hours after leaving the party, she sat crossed legs in bed still wearing her jeans and cream colored sweater. It was getting later, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Fitz was freshly showered sitting next to her in blue pajama pants and a gray t-shirt. The TV was on, but he wasn't watching it. He really wanted to finish the book he started reading on the plane. When he turned the last page, he looked over at Olivia, her eyes were closed and she was leaning to the side. She woke up when she fell sideways and landed on his arm. She looked up at him embarrassed and he smiled.

"Are you going to shower and change?"

"I'm tired."

"You're sleeping like this?"

"Yeah."

"No you're not."

"We really need separate suites."

If she had her own space, she would pull off her clothes, and she wouldn't have to think about changing into more clothes. She promised herself she would drag herself to the shower and change into her pajamas after she closed her eyes for a few minutes.

"We are married."

"Will you stop saying that. We barely know each other." She said, forcing her eyes to stay open.

"I think you know me better than you know anyone. I am keeping you alive."

"Are you going to keep reminding me? I think I returned the favor. You are one hundred million dollars richer."

"I want more from you."

"Why?"

"Because we have a connection."

"Were you thinking about our connection when you threw me out of your office?"

"I apologized for that."

Olivia didn't have a comeback to his comment. She closed her eyes.

Fitz was not going to let her sleep fully clothed. He stood and pulled her up with him. "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"We can fight tomorrow. I need you to get ready for bed."

Olivia laid back down and tried not to take up too much space. Fitz unbuttoned her jeans. Olivia became alert when her pants moved down her hips. She sat up and moved away from him.

"What are you doing?"

"Undressing my wife."

"No."

"You are not sleeping like this."

Olivia wanted to argue, but she was so tired. She fell backwards. "Let me sleep."

"No "

Fitz pulled her pants again. Olivia tried to slap his hands away. She was too tired to give him anything more than a weak tap. She was slipping in and out of sleep. When she opened her eyes again, her jeans we're halfway down her legs. Fitz was surprised she didn't move away from him. He took a second to look at her white satin panties. He then pulled her sweater up and raised her arms. He unhooked her white lace bra and moved downward pulling the panties down her legs. He didn't think she would let him remove everything.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tasting my wife."

Fitz lifted her leg over his shoulder and inhaled. Olivia pulled her leg back and closed her legs.

"We can't do this. I can't do this right now."

"I can't taste you?"

"I've never...I don't know anything about that."

"Livvie, how many times have you had sex?"

She didn't want to answer. He guessed numbers, and she said no.

"Once?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying you became pregnant the first and only time you had sex?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

"I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"It will hurt."

"You pushed out Mila, I don't think you have to worry about that."

"That hurt worse than sex."

Fitz didn't want to laugh. He wasn't expecting this. He would have to be very gentle with Livvie.

"I won't hurt you. I promise."

Olivia pulled the sheet up to her shoulders. "We can't do this. You're my coworker."

"We need to talk about that. I don't know how to tell you this. I think it's extreme."

"What?"

"Your access card has been deactivated. I can't do anything about it."

"He deactivated my card! How am I supposed to get in the building?"

"That's the point. He wants you to stay away from the office for at least a year."

"I'm in Vermont because I really appreciate your kindness, but being here is hurting my career. Now I have to look for another job."

"I don't think you're going to find anything. My dad can block you from getting a job anywhere in the US or Europe. If you think I hurt your career, you don't want to know what he can do."

"So what am I supposed to do now?"

"Let me be your husband."

"I can't have this conversation right now."

"Okay, let me help you fall asleep."

Fitz pulled her legs apart and kissed her thighs. Olivia pushed his head back.

"Not yet."

"You're afraid."

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm not ready for this. It's going to hurt."

Fitz smiled. He could be satisfied with her small progress.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes and nothing else."

"Okay."

Fitz pulled her towards him. She let him part her lips. It wasn't going to be a long kiss. That would be torture for him knowing that he wasn't going to end the night inside his wife. Olivia broke the kiss.

"I'm going to shower."

"I'll be here waiting for you."