It's been 3 months since the fight they had that night. It seems like a distance memory but she's never seen Fitz that angry. He was so quiet and that scared her more than anything. They love each other so much that they are doing things that can only hurt them. That night was stressful and emotional and since then, things have changed dramatically. They are still trying to get pregnant and it's just been harder than they thought it would be this time around getting pregnant. It could be the stress. She thinks back to that night they came to a new understanding in their marriage. She's answering this letter and it all comes fluttering back….

Fitz is lying on the couch watching television. He's watching a Criminal Minds marathon. She never understood what he liked about the show, in truth it was weird and scary. It was a total mind boggler. She watched him through the doorway. He's long perfect body sprawled out on the couch, his hands resting behind his head. He will never know how she felt he was the sexiest man on earth. She loved him more than anything and protecting him was as important to her as protecting her was to him.

She finally speaks up, "Can we talk?"

Fitz turns quickly to see her standing there. He turns the television off and sits up on the couch. He stares at her for a few minutes. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"No, I want to talk about this tonight," Liv says. "We promised to never go to bed angry at each other."

Fitz takes a breath, "I am not angry at you Liv. More than anything, I am disappointed. I am hurt that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."

Liv immediately feels ashamed of herself. She moves over to sit next to him. "Then you aren't jealous? You have no reason to be jealous. You know I don't have old feelings for Stephen."

Fitz lets out an almost irritated laugh, "I wasn't jealous Liv. I'm not jealous. I just felt like you were putting controlling his obsession over us. Trying to be superwoman."

Liv takes a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing for you and for us."

"By hiding things from me," Fitz says confusingly.

"Fitz I trust you with my life. You are everything to me. You and our girls are everything to me. I trust you more than I trust myself. I'm sorry."

Fitz looks at her sad, "We are husband and wife, my burden becomes your burden. Your safety is my priority as your husband. If something ever happened to you, I would never forgive myself. I need you. Our girls need you."

Liv caresses his face. Her face is showing the sadness he feels. "Nothing is going to happen to me. I just wanted to handle Stephen myself. He's a part of my past, not yours."

"But he's in love with you. He's obsessed with you. That makes him more dangerous Liv," Fitz says getting up. He's holding his neck. "A man obsessed will do anything to get what he wants. He wants you Liv, don't you get that."

"Yes, I get that," Liv answers.

"No Liv you don't. You are taking this so cavalierly. You act like you don't know what obsession does. It festers," Fitz explains.

"Fitz I know that. I just didn't want to think the worst of him. He did so much for me. I wanted to return the favor by trying to close softly on everything."

"There is no softly closed door Liv. He has been sending you flowers and God knows what else in secret. You aren't a single damn woman. You are my wife and he disrespected that. He disrespected our marriage."

Liv drops her head, "You are right," she concedes. She takes another deep breath. He can tell she's holding back.

"What else?" Fitz says. Liv looks at him a bit bewildered. "What else aren't you telling me?" Fitz finishes.

She turns away from him, "Don't be upset Fitz."

Fitz bites his bottom lip, "When people start a sentence with 'don't be upset,' that means I should be upset. What else?"

"I finally figured out that Stephen was the one that was sending the random letter I used to get at the radio station. They always said almost the same thing. It never meant anything to me before but then I started piecing it together. Abby and I just always read the letters as a devoted fan." Liv can see the anger rising in his beautiful blue eyes that are smoldering.

"Fuck," he says sharply.

"Fitz," Liv says.

"How could you keep that from me?"

"I'm sorry is pointless right now. I know. I don't have a defense except I wanted to believe one thing from my past wasn't all bad. He really helped me Fitz. He held me at night when I had the nightmares. He dressed me sometimes when I didn't want to get dressed. He was there," Liv explains.

Fiz grimaces a little. The thought of any man knowing what her body looks like. The thought of any many caressing her caramel skin makes him territorial. "I would be Stephen if I lost you. I would lose my mind. I would be obsessed with getting you back. I can understand that obsession. I'm obsessed with you now. I love you Livvie."

She finally smiles. Her heart steadies itself, he said it. She's his Livvie again. She walks over. She puts her arms around his waist. He turns away. "Look at me," she says. He keeps his head turned away. "Look at me," she says again. He finally turns to her. It hurts her to see his eye so bruised from the fight. "You are not going to lose me. I love you. I'm obsessed with you too. I'm yours forever."

"I know that and that's why what I am about to say, you have to love what I am about to say," Fitz says to her, looking fiercely into her eyes.

"That's yet to be determined," she laughs.

"Things are about to change in the Grant house," he starts.

"Like what?" she says.

"When it comes to the safety of this family, I'm making the rules," Fitz says.

"Fitz," she says.

"No Liv, I don't trust that bastard. I don't trust what he might do. He can't be trusted. And I want you to stop thinking about Stephen of 7 years ago," Fitz explains. Liv lets out a breath. She knows he's right. "This is Stephen of today who doesn't have you and he wants you."

"He may want me but he's never going to get me."

Fitz moves the hair from in front of her face. "You damn right. Because he's going to play by my rules."

"Fitz, I don't want…" she starts. He places his fingers over her lips.

"You are my wife and he's going to respect that."

She traces the bruises around his eyes. "I just don't want you to be hurt."

"The only thing that will hurt me is you not letting me be the man of the house. You get that," Fitz says.

"Yes ," she smiles.

"I am bringing Tom back from New York. He will drive you around at all times," Fitz announces.

"Fitz, is that necessary?" Liv says as they break their embrace.

"Yes it is. And Huck is going to find out what Stephen's been up to in this last year in his hibernation," Fitz continues. Liv just gives him a look and he can hear every word she's not speaking. "Yes, this is what we are doing."

"Okay," she concedes.

He lifts her chin, their lips are grazing each other. "I don't trust him Livvie. If he used Abby for you, there's not telling what else he is capable of. You have to trust me on this."

"Of course I trust you," she smiles.

"Okay..we are both on the same page," Fitz says.

"We are on the same page," she agrees.

He looks down at her. Her robe is closed. He unties it, revealing the sexy two piece she still had on, for their hot night. He had been so angry when he came in. He didn't want anything but answer, especially not sex. Now she's standing before him, in this two piece that he wants to rip off of her. He brings her body to his, grabbing her ass under the robe.

"We are definitely on the same page Mrs. Grant," he says as he reaches down and begins to kiss her passionately. He breaks the kiss, "When did you get this?"

Liv, now giggling like a schoolgirl as he cups and massages her ass, "Bought just for you. I was expecting sex tonight," she informs him.

"Yeah...sex sounds like a great idea and you have some apologizing to do," he flirst.

"I apologized," Liv smiles.

"You know we have a different way of apologizing," he says as he drops her robe.

"Well the dinner I had specially made for you is cold. The whole night is ruined," Liv says as she starts pulling his shirt over his head.

"The night is not ruined, I promise you," Fitz giggles as he starts to remove the panties from her.

"Fitz what are you doing?" Liv laughs as her hands travel down his pants.

"What are you doing Mrs. Grant?"

"Hmmmmm," Liv chuckles as she's massaging him.

"I am about to have my dinner," he laughs as he picks her up swiftly and places her on the sofa.

"Fitz," she squeals.

Before she knows it, Fitz is on her knees in front of her growling at her wet pearl that's just waiting for him. "You are mine Mrs. Grant and I am going to make sure you understand that," he growls as he starts to feast on her as she laughs in pleasure. The sight of her husband orally pleasuring her is something she'll never get tired of her. They make love on the couch, holding each other close. They have a new understanding. And she knows everything is going to be okay.

"Mmmmm right there," she hums over and over.

Liv is brought out of this memory by a knock at the door. She has to regroup herself. Her skin is flushed from memory. "Umm, come in Tom."

Tom enters, surprised she knew it was him. "Are you ready to go Mrs. Grant?" Tom asks.

"Yes Tom, I think I am finished up for the day," she answers. She came in that morning and Tom is not only her driver but he's basically her bodyguard. Fitz insisted on it. She gathers her things and she and Tom leave. She has lunch with Abby and Quinn. They haven't done it in so long it's been good to reconnect. Things are going slowly with Abby but Liv is trying to bridge the gap of separation that is between them, with the help of Quinn.

They are walking down the hall as Liv's phone rings, it's Fitz, "How's it going?"

Liv rolls her eyes, "You already know I am leaving mister. Everything is fine."

"Okay, guilty. Tom texted me that you were ready to go. Are you still going to lunch with Abby and Quinn?" Fitz asks.

"Yes. I'll see you tonight," she looks up at Tom hoping he can't hear. She whispers into the phone. "I am horny and you are going to fuck me as many times as I want."

Fitz has a catch in his throat. He shifts in his chair, losing his tie. He's in a meeting. If only the two people across from him could hear what he was hearing. He loves when she talks dirty. It's so sexy. "Mrs. Grant, I think I can feel...I mean fulfill that request."

Liv chuckles, knowing she's got him hot and bothered, "You better have a few energy drinks. We have a seed to plant," she says.

"Definitely," he smiles as he motions to the clients that he's getting off. "I have to go. Have a wonderful lunch, I love you."

"I love you too! Bye!" She hangs up.

He looks at the phone smiling. One of the clients says, "Newlyweds!"

"Everyday," Fitz answers with the biggest grin on his face as he puts the phone down and goes back to his meeting.


Stephen is sitting in the conference room of his firm. They are signing the last terms on a divorce that's been dragging on and on for about a year and a half. He didn't really mind it since that just meant his paycheck was going to be fatter than expected. Per the usual, he got the most for his client and she couldn't be happier. She's been paying him back with more than money and he quite enjoyed the sexual perks.

The now ex-Mrs. Rolston hangs behind once her husband, television producer Mitch Rolston leaves in a huff. "I can't thank you enough," she says in a cat like purr.

"You just better be glad that Mitch didn't find out we've been sleeping together."

She laughs, "Thanks to him cheating on me, we got together. There was no way in hell I was staying with that pig after he was sleeping with her, of all people."

Stephen was enjoying the perks for being a divorce lawyer in Hollywood, lots of money and almost free sex. "I can't say I blame him. She's a Sports Illustrated blondeshell turned actress. I mean I would…"

"You would what?," Lanie responds as she grabs a hold of his balls. "I am sure she won't suck your dick like I can."

He catches a breath. He's so grateful for not having glass doors and windows right now. "Oh I am convinced she won't. Are we on for tonight?" He asks.

"I hope so," she smiles. She gets up, grabbing her Chanel bag, "We have a lot to celebrate."

He is about to say something when there is a knock at the door. "Sir," his secretary says. "I am sorry to interrupt but your Mr. Dunford is here."

"I guess I should let you go," Lanie laughs, noticing how he's broken a sweet from her grip on him. "See you tonight," she winks as she walks out. Hal walks in.

"Sorry to interrupt. Damn she's hot," Hal says.

"Hot and freshly divorced with money in her bank now," Stephen says as he walks over to the beverage cart. "I am only offering you a drink if you have some good news."

"I don't have good news but I have news," Hal says.

Stephen takes a swig of his drink, "Something must have happened. She's now got a driver and a bodyguard. He's with her everyday and there's no fucking way I can get in there, is there?"

"No, you won't be talking to her any time soon. That guy is stuck to her like glue."

"Then I need a plan B. I just have to figure out what it is," Stephen says, passing Hal a drink reluctantly.

"Well, do you know anything about this infamous Beverly Hills Halloween Costume Ball that happens every year?" Hal asks.

"Yeah, you have to be invited," Hal says.

"I was at the Chamber with my client today and heard about it. It appears that The Grants are listed as one of the Co-Chairs of this big party," Hal says.

"What does that have to do with me?" Stephen says confused.

"You need to get to that party. That might be your only chance."

Stephen contemplates Hal's words for a minute. At first he thought what he was saying was just stupid. "A costume party...everyone in costume."

"Yeah," Hal says.

Stephen drinks up his drink. He smiles at Hal, "You are smarter than I took you for. I can do a lot with this."

"What are you thinking?" Hal says.

"I need you to find out something for me. It's perfect. You'll have to do some digging," Stephen says.

"Well you know me, I like to dig," Hal answers.

"Good, I'll double your pay for it," Stephen says.

"What's the plan?" Hal says.

They sit and talk awhile about Stephen's plan. Stephen thinks it is going to be foolproof. He just hopes he can pull it off.


Liv and the girls are sitting at The Farm in the Grove. They love to go there where they can eat and then do unnecessary shopping. Fitz's present to Liv on Mother's Day was a Black American Express card. The card had no limit. She knows she's spoiled and she loves that her husband spoils her.

"Mrs. Black American Express Card," Quinn says as they have now stopped having gelato.

"Leave me alone, my husband loves me," Liv laughs.

"He sure as hell does. Charlie will never give me a no limit credit card. He doesn't trust me with the gas card," Quinn laughs.

Abby looks, who's been a bit quiet. She laughs, "Well, you sometimes get gas and come out with more snacks than you need Quinn."

"So I like snacks, sue me," Quinn defends.

"I bought more things for the twins than I did for myself in there," Liv says as she holds up this cute little outfit, of course it is in doubles.

"Oh that's so cute Liv. They are going to look adorable," Abby says.

"See, couldn't just leave it," Liv defends. She can see Abby's apprehension. "Abby are you okay?"

"I am trying not to be the girl that cries about everything but I have really missed us like this. I have really missed being with you guys together. Especially you Liv," Abby confesses.

"I've missed you too. It's been nice us trying to get back on track," Liv answers.

"It really has. I've hated talking to you two separately and watching my words. I miss talking about sex with you two," Quinn huffs.

"Is that all?" Abby rolls her eyes.

"No, that's not all. You two are BFF's and I love you both. I hated seeing you not talking. It felt weird," Quinn says.

"Yeah, it did feel weird," Liv agrees.

Abby can't help but let the tears fall, "It's all my fault. I will never be able to forgive myself for all of this. I'll never be sorry enough Liv. You don't have to believe that but it is true," Abby looks to Liv.

Liv puts her hand on top of Abby's hand, "I believe you Abby. It's going to take me some time. You can't expect me to be okay fast, I will get there. We will get there."

"I hope so," Abby says.

"Now can we please talk about sex and the fact that I am properly not getting any," Quinn says which makes them all burst into laughter.

"TMI," Liv laughs.

"Well, you wouldn't know what this is like. You have Mr. Sex Machine at home and Abby here has a nerd with a naughty side."

Liv looks at Abby, "Is David a freak?"

Abby's cheeks are redder than her hair. "You have a big mouth Quinn."

"Sorry but it's true. You said he comes to the garage to have sex in the car with you. That's pretty freaky," Quinn reveals.

"What's wrong with you and Charlie?" Liv asks.

"Nothing's wrong. We have sex but it's so boring. He's always tired and I'm always so busy these days. I would like to have spontaneous sex like that but I don't know. We need a spark," Quinn adds.

"Drive to him in your car one day," Abby suggests.

"No I am talking about an elevator or something," Quinn chuckles.

Liv doesn't say anything she doesn't want Quinn to be jealous. "That's a good idea Abby."

"What about you Liv? What's the most spontaneous night of sex you've had with Mr. Magic Stick?" Quinn asks.

"Why are you talking about me?" Liv laughs.

"Because Quinn started this conversation and now you know David likes car sex, so you are next," Abby says.

"Well thanks to Abby telling Fitz about Stephen…." Liv starts.

"I am sorry about that Liv. I told you, I really thought he knew," Abby quickly tries to defend herself, not knowing what Liv is about to say.

"No, it's all good. We argued that night and he spread me out on that couch and got on his knees and feasted on me like a starving man," Liv says. She's not only hornier than she was that morning now. Her face is flushed. The wetness gathers in her legs.

"Do you have any fantasies?" Abby asks Quinn.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asks.

"Sexual fantasies," Abby clarifies.

Quinn is quiet for a minute. It looks like all the ladies are deep in thought for a moment. "I have always wanted him to eat food off of me. Lay me out on a table like I do my food displays and just eat."

"That's a good idea," Abby laughs.

"A very good idea and totally in your wheelhouse," Liv says.

"Do it?" Abby suggests.

"I need someone to help me do it. I can't do it by myself," Quinn says.

"We will help you," Liv answers.

For the first time Quinn looks a little bit embarrassed. "Are you serious?"

"Yes I am. We will help you," Liv says as Abby nods in agreement.

"Then what about you two? What's your fantasy?" Quinn asks.

"I've always wanted to use whip cream," Abby says.

"You never have," Liv says quickly.

"No, it just seems messy," Abby answers.

"It's very messy but so worth it. Do it!," Liv suggests. Then she stops thinking a moment. "I've always wanted to make love on our piano or our pool table. You know that Pretty Woman moment when Edward hoists her up there and has his way with her."

"That was so sexy," Quinn says.

"Yeah and we are trying to get pregnant. Maybe I should suggest it," Liv says.

"Oohhh," Abby laughs.

"Enough sex talk. Liv, Charlie and I thank you for getting us on the list for the Halloween Costume Party," Quinn says.

"Yes, Liv thanks so much for getting me and David on," Abby adds on.

"I didn't know it was one of the social events of the year that everyone wanted to be invited to until I became Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant III."

Abby laughs, "Yeah anybody who's anybody is usually there."

"It is pretty cool," Quinn says.

"Well Harrison and Candace are so excited too. Now we all have to find costumes," Liv says.

"David and I are going as a couple. So many couples to choose from," Abby says.

"Charlie and I are going as Bonnie and Clyde. I think it fits us," Quinn says.

"Fitz and I haven't started talking about it yet. I guess we should. We are going to be mysterious. You won't even recognize us," Liv says.

"It's gonna be awesome. Let's go spend some more money," Quinn suggests as they all agree and start toward another store.

Abby and Quinn are walking a little ahead of her for a moment and she watches them. This girlfriend time she did miss over the year. She's glad that she and Abby are trying to get back on track. Quinn was always the glue between all three of them. No matter what happened she always made them remember why their friendship was an important part of their lives to begin with it. She's grateful that she never let them forget it.


Fitz is sitting in his office alone now. Just thinking about Liv's request has had him itching for the last couple of hours. They had decided to just let the getting pregnant happen when it does. They figured they were putting too much pressure on themselves, even though they definitely loved the trying. Brittany buzzes in, breaking his thoughts.

"Huck is here to see you sir," she says.

"Send him in," Fitz says as he gets up readjusting himself. "Do you have some good news for me?" Fitz says.

"I don't know if it is good news or interesting news," Huck says.

"What you got?" Fitz says.

"I have been watching him. He's been hanging out with someone I know from around my circle. He's not a very good guy."

Fitz looks interested, "What's his name?"

"Hal Dunford. He used to be a cop turned PI but not on the good side," Huck answers.

"He's been watching Liv. He goes to see Finch at least once a week."

"What do you mean he's been watching Olivia?" Fitz says now alerted and alarmed.

"He had been watching her moves and learning her itinerary. That is until you Tom in place," Huck says.

"And Stephen most likely hired this bastard, didn't he?" Fitz says.

"That's what I am thinking. I don't like it," Huck says.

"Then that means they are planning something. I need to know everyone Finch talks to," Fitz says.

"I can just take care of Hal and this will be over," Huck suggests.

"I don't want anyone getting killed," Fitz says. He knows that Huck has a dark side that rarely comes out. He wants to neutralize Stephen but not at the expense of anyone's life.

"I am just going to let him know what the deal is," Huck says.

Fitz is contemplative. He agrees with Huck that Hal needs to be put on notice, "Go ahead but we need to know more about their partnership for sure. Tom is taking care of Liv but I need to know something happens to my wife or my children, I will kill Stephen myself."

"You got it," Huck says as he walks out. Fitz sits back in his chair. He's angry that Stephen had the audacity to have someone watching his wife, his family. He's not going to let Stephen come between him and his wife or hurt his family.

Fitz picks up his phone, he decides to text Liv.

Fitz: I love you baby.

There is a delay. She finally texts back.

Liv: I love you too.

Fitz: I can't wait for tonight.

First Liv sends some heart eyes emojis.

Liv: Are you up for a little piano playing tonight?

Fitz is confused by the question. He wonders what that has to do with their night of passion.

Fitz: Sure….I guess.

Liv: Sending a laughing emoji, Trust me...you are.

They both smile at their phone. They love to excite each other and it never seems to get old.


Liv is at home with the girls in the media room. She got home and they were napping. They are now sleeping through the night so what she has planned for her and Fitz should go off without a hitch. The girls love the space in the room and they can run around. They are throwing the ball and the dogs are chasing right after them. Liv feels outnumbered. 3 dogs and 2 kids. She's trying to keep up.

"Throw ball," Ellie says.

Liv's face lights up. Their words are getting clearer and clearer, "Yes baby, throw ball." Liv throws it and they all go chasing it. Teddy just sits watching as if he's on guard.

Christina gets the ball first. She tries to run to Liv, "Ball...ball," she says.

Ellie comes running behind her, trying to catch her. "I want the ball," she says.

Liv can't help but start to cry. Her babies are growing up before her very eyes. Where did all the time go? Ellie starts to cry because she doesn't have a ball too. Liv throws both of the balls. They both go trying to catch them. "Bring them to Mommy. Bring them to Mommy!"

They both pick them up. Liv is videoing as much as she can. They both come running back almost tackling her. "Yay," Christina yells clapping.

"Happy mommy," Ellie says.

Liv gives them both a kiss. "Mommy is very happy. Mommy loves you." They both try to sit in her lap. She puts one on each knee. "Can you say, love you mommy?"

The girls start to giggle, both looking up at her. "Love you," Christina claps.

Ellie pats Liv's face, "You mommy."

They both notice the dogs chasing at the balls. "Doggie mommy….doggie.." Christina points.

"Lulu," Ellie yells.

Liv is just in heaven with them. She kisses their jaws. Fitz is quiet. He is standing in the doorway, not making his presence known. There is nothing more beautiful than the site of his wife and their twin girls. He's careful not to alert Teddy. Liv continues, "Mommy wants you to say..say, I love you mommy."

Ellie giggles, "Love you…"

Christina finishes, "Mommy.."

"How about I love you daddy?" Fitz speaks up. They wiggle away from Liv going straight to their favorite guy. Fitz gets on his knees to greed them. "My princesses," Fitz says, kissing their little rosy caramel creme cheeks.

Liv just smiles in delight. "Hi handsome!"

Fitz gets up. They both start to whine that they aren't in his arms. He reaches over and kisses Liv, "Hi beautiful," he answers. "You are trying to teach them Mommy over Daddy." The girls both start to whine for their mommy and daddy. They both pick up one.

"They need to know who the most important person is in this equation. I carried them BOTH for 9 months. I naturally have the upper hand," Liv says as Christina is grabbing her face, kissing her jaw. Liv smiles, "Thank you baby."

"Thank you," Christina says.

"Daddy….,Ellie says.

Fitz smiles, "Yes this is Daddy. Can you say I love you daddy?"

"You daddy," Ellie repeats.

Liv and Fitz both start laughing. "Close enough," Fitz says as he kisses her cheek again.

"How was your day dear?" Liv asks.

"Walking in here, seeing you with our girls and our dogs," Fitz laughs as they are still playing with the balls. "It made my day that much better."

"How about a romantic dinner with our girls? Then we put them down for bed and then the rest of the night is for us?"

"That sounds perfect," Fitz says as they walk toward the living gets up, to follow them.

"Come on Lulu...Come on Lola," Liv says, gesturing the dogs over.

"On Lulu," Christina says.

"Bossy just like their mother," Fitz jokes as Liv slaps his shoulder. Fitz winces, "Ouch!"

"Watch it Grant," Liv says.

"Watch it Grant," Ellie says clearly.

Fitz and Liv's eyes widen, they both break out into laughter. They continue going out. "Smart like their mother too," she winks as she walks ahead.

In that brief moment. Fitz just knows that it can't get any better than this, not ever.

Liv and Fitz have given the girls their bath. Fitz is dressing them and getting them ready for bed. Rosie is visiting her sister for the night. Liv is downstairs getting ready for Fitz. He has no idea what she has in mind but his mind is racing. He decides to jump in the shower. She jumped in the shower before him, before fixing their surprise downstairs. Fitz can't wait to get his hands on her. He's planning to drive her as crazy as she is driving him.

Liv promised she'd text him when she was ready. She tells him he can come down. He finally got the girls both asleep. He's figured it out and it works every time. He covers them up, turns off the lights and goes downstairs, in his pajama bottoms and deliciously tight fitting white tee-shirt. His pecks are begging to be free.

He comes downstairs to see almost the same setup he walked in on, the night of their argument. This time, the candles lead to the grand piano that's in the living room. Liv is sitting with her legs crossed in a white teddy on the piano seat. She's strumming the keys lightly. He follows the sound and finds her sitting there.

"Hi Mrs. Grant," he says. His dick is twitching already, especially when he realizes her little secret. She's not wearing anything under the teddy. He starts to lick his lips.

"Are the girls asleep?" she says.

"Very," he shakes his head walking over to her. Now he's biting his lips. He wants her badly.

She stands up, the sheerness of the teddy is driving him nuts. "Remember when I asked if you wanted to play a little piano tonight."

"I do," Fitz says as his hands go directly under her teddy, caressing her bare ass.

"How about we make our own version of Pretty Woman?" She says.

His eyes widened, "What up?"

"How about you sit me on that piano and have your way with me? You think you can handle that big boy," she whispers as she moans. His finger starts tinkering her slit.

He grabs her hand, placing it on his dick, "You think you can Big Boy."

"Try me," she winks.

He quickly lifts her as she giggles. He places her on top of the piano. He's never been happier to know he brought the biggest piano he could get. He places her on the ed of the top. Her little feet are tapping the keys. He grabs her hips, bringing treasure closer to his lips. He lifts the tedding exposing her nakedness. He reaches up and kisses her lips and then moves down her chest. He kisses and sucks her nipples hungrily. Her nipples are hard and erect, beyond aroused. She moans in satisfaction. He plunges his fingers inside of her. "What do you want, baby?" He releases her nipples long enough to say.

She arches up, his fingers are deep inside her, "I want everything," she moans.

He plunges his lips inside of hers. He sucks her clit hard and fast as he licks her insides softly. It's like a slow, sexy burn and she loves it. She grips the sides of the piano as she repeatedly arches up and down to him pleasuring her. She grabs his hair, her moans are loud. She tries not to scream. She'll be damned if she wakes the girls right now but God this man's tongue is golden. "Yes...yes….shit," she utters.

She can fill the vibration of his laugh. He can't help but be cocky at the time like this. He's eating his wife on a piano and she's moaning his name. It's a damn ego boost. His mother and his fingers are fucking her and she's about to loose her mind. He stops. She yells, "What the fuck are you doing?" He knew she was close and he knew stopping would get her. He begins to laugh. "This is not funny," Liv says out of breath and panting.

"Oh but it is," Fitz snickers as his pants are off. He pushes her back on the piano. He lifts on the steps and gets on top of her. He already knows the piano can withstand the weight of them.

"You want everything," he says sexily.

"All of it," she answers.

"Open your legs," he says as he never stops looking into her eyes. He plunges his hand again in her soaking wet center. She's almost trembling in anticipation. She opens her legs. He keeps hearing her words on the phone over and over again. He releases his hand from her, licking the essences off. He lines himself and enters her. She's so wet, the sensation is glorious. He slides in easily and begins to fill her. This is better than her fantasy. Their feet are tickling the ivories as he makes love to her. She is digging her fingers into his ass. She wants him deep inside her and he goes as deep as she can take him.

"Fitz…," she chants as he thrust her hard, she draws her legs tighter around his waist. "Don't stop," she says breathlessly.

The grunting is loud. The moaning is a song between the both of them. Through his grunts he whispers, "You feel so good baby."

They are skin to skin, making love on their piano. It's everything lovemaking should be. "Ohhh god, I love you," she signs.

He can feel her walls clasp his dick. She's close. He's close. They need this release. They need to see it on the face of each other. "Take it all baby," he whispers as he bites her skin.

She opens her legs wider. He can feel it. He inches out a little and pushes back in. His thrusts become harder and deeper, and in moments they both come together. They both scream in a pitch they aren't used to. He collapses on her. He's spent but he's never been more satisfied and neither has she.

His face is buried in the crook of her neck. Fitz starts to laugh, "We just fucked on a piano."

She's raking his hair with his fingertips. She's laughing, "Yes we did."

"I think we have to do it more often. It's a perfect flat service," he says looking up at her, kissing in between her breasts.

"Aren't you glad I suggested it?" She kisses him back. They begin to french kisses hard and rough. He's still inside her. They are out of breath. Lips are swollen and stung. "How about you take me upstairs and we try out that surface?"

"You don't have to ask me twice," he smiles as they hurry upstairs and go for round 2 on their marital bed.


The morning is crisp and there's a light breeze coming through their french doors that lead to the sprawling balcony. Liv is awake first. She's wrapped in his arms tightly. They are both still naked. They made love so many times the night before they were both exhausted.

She's writing on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "I can't go for another round, not yet," Fitz says half asleep.

She slaps his chest, "I wasn't about to ask. The girls are going to wake up soon." She lifts off of him, wrapping the sheet around her.

He looks at her, "Where are you going?"

"You are coming with me," she says as she reaches out her hand.

"Do I need clothes?" He asks.

"Not yet."

He gets up stark naked following her to their balcony. She ushers him inside the blanket with her. They sit on the chair wrapped in each other. "Mmmm," Fitz moans as she kisses his face without cease.

"Last night was amazing," she says.

"Yes it was," he smiles. "What got you all hot and bothered?" He asks.

"What? I am always hot and bothered for you," Liv says incredulously.

"Well i am without a doubt the sexiest man alive so I understand that but.."

She laughs, "Shut up."

"But what did you girls talk about or do I want to know?"

She looks at him, "You don't want to know."

"I won't complain. My wife rode me and pleasured me so good last night I almost lost my mind. I don't care what brought it on, I am just glad it did," he says as he places a kiss on her and she returns the gesture. They play this tongue game for a while before she breaks away.

"We also talked about this Halloween party. The girls are so excited. Harrison is so excited," Liv says.

"Yeah, Marcus and Amber are excited too."

"We have to start figuring out our costumes. We don't want to be left with just anything to wear.

"No, we don't," Fitz agrees.

"We are going to be the best looking couple there," Liv says.

"Yes we will. Maybe you'll be pregnant with the newest Grant by then." he says as he is massaging her breasts under the blanket.

She brings her forehead to his, "That would be perfect," she answers kissing his lips. "Let's go jump in the shower and then get our girls up," Liv suggests.

"Perfect," he answers, getting up with her.

"Fitz put me down," she laughs.

"No," he says as they go toward the bathroom.

Hal is watching someone for another client of his. This case has been an easy one. He's eating some street tacos when Huck hurries inside the back seat, grabbing his neck from behind. He hardly gives him time to pull for his weapon.

"Don't even think about it," Huck says.

"Who the hell are you?" Hal says.

"You don't remember me," Huck says.

Hal looks through the mirror and sees Huck. He is trying to breathe and talk at the same time. "How did you find me?" Hal says.

"I did like you," Huck responds.

"What do you want?"

"You stay away from Olivia Grant. You stop following her. You don't even look her way. I'll be watching you."

"I can watch who I want," Hal says.

Huck squeezes his neck tighter. "Not if you want to keep your eyes. Remember, I can take them out with one swipe."

"Let go of me," Hal says.

"Are we clear on what you will and won't do," Huck says. Hal doesn't answer fast enough. Huck takes his switchblade and runs it along Hal's ear, drawing blood. "The next time it will really hurt," Huck says as he steps out of the car and disappears.

Hal is choking and trying to catch his breath. After a while, he picks up the phone and calls Stephen. "We have a problem," he says.


Oh boy! The Halloween Costume Party is going to be full of action. What's going to happen? What is Stephen planning to do?

Stay tuned!