Curiously, Olivia thinks about Fitz's meeting with Jake and how she and Fitz believes Cyrus ties into this scenario somehow, along with her father. She didn't want to think about the doom and gloom of it all. But what else can she do? It seems to be a permanent part of their world.

Not wanting to become bogged down with the particulars, in fact refusing to allow herself to ruin a perfectly planned evening. She asks the driver of the private car to turn to her favorite satellite radio station, and she again sends her love another text letting him know she'll be waiting for him when he arrives at her place. Although she doesn't get a response from him, and she still has moderate concern. She again pushes the worries from her mind, as she says, "Not today."

When she arrives at her apartment; she takes the elevator upstairs and when she steps off onto her floor. She sees Fitz's new head agent standing by the door. She smiles at him, knowing that means he beat her home. When she enters the apartment, a wonderland of love awaits her.

From the moment she crosses the threshold, she feels completely under dressed as she steps into pure romance. The living space and dining area has been transformed into a gorgeous, elegant French bistro. Heavy curtains now cover the windows, blocking out the sunlight. And there are candles lit everywhere, along with trails of rose petals leading in various directions. The sight takes her breath away, as more and more of the scene is discovered by her eyes.

Excitedly, she scans the room as she takes in the setting. The beautifully set table, the sounds of Luther Vandross playing in the background, and the smell of something delicious tantalizing her taste buds filling the air. Sends her into a whirlwind of wonder and joy.

Curious as to where he is, and why he hasn't greeted her yet. She calls his name, but there's no answer. She goes toward the kitchen and it's empty, except a card sitting on the counter with her name on it. Picking up the card, she turns it over and reads it aloud. "Before we enjoy a meal of sustenance, we first need to clean up. Meet you there."

She smiles, knowing exactly where this is leading. She walks out of the kitchen, heading down the hall toward the bedroom. As she follows the trail of red and white rose petals she's grinning along the way as she strips away clothing.

By the time she reaches the master bathroom inside her bedroom; she's completely naked, and she sees the sexiest sight she's seen in a long time. With the bathroom door open, she steps inside seeing her man relaxing in her Jacuzzi tub, with the bubbling water surrounding him and sipping a glass of champagne.

His hair is wet, as he sports a superman curl on his forehead and he's clearly waiting for her. His baritone voice rings through the air, as she approaches him and he says, "Hi." She's now stepping into the tub, and he's leaning forward to reach for her as he helps her into the tub. With both sporting lustful grins, she takes his hand as she positions herself to straddle him. The moment her thighs meet his, they kiss like tomorrow isn't promised as she grinds on him ratcheting up the heat of the moment, to hotter than hell.

When their kiss breaks, as they reposition. She says, "Hi." They smile at one another and the games begin. In this moment nothing else matters, but their time together. The time they've both craved for weeks and have been denied by outside forces. Forces they will put on hold for now, just so they can revel in the love, lust, and passion they share for one another.

As he kisses on her neck she closes her eyes, and takes in the feel of his lips against her skin. He hears her moaning, as she says, "MMMMM Yes baby. MMMM, Yes. Don't stop." Her wish is his command, he aims to please and that's exactly what he's about to do for his lady.

Despite his injured hand from earlier, he's feeling no pain at all. He can tell by her moans she's slipping deeper and deeper into the moment; she's touching her breasts, and biting her bottom lip. He loves to watch her please herself, she looks incredibly sexy when overtaken by lust. He feels her erect nipples against his skin, and her hips beginning to rock. He knows what she likes, and what she's hankering for. She wants to feel him, she needs to feel him inside her, and it's his pleasure to give her what she craves.

Olivia is so caught up in the rapture of the moment. Her senses of smell and touch heighten as she runs her fingers through his damp curls, and the scent of his shampoo fills her nostrils. She's damn near atop his head, as her breasts are lip level for him, and her chin rests on his curls.

As she takes in the scent of his shampoo, his cologne joins the party too, giving her old factory senses an added boost. He's wearing the fragrance she purchased for him, the one that drives her absolutely wild. It's strong, masculine and sexy. If she didn't know better she'd swear it was made in his image, for him alone.

Reveling in the scents of her love, and his kisses and licks on her skin too. She takes a fist full of his damp, luxurious curls and presses her face into them. She grips his curls with one hand as she grips his shoulder tightly with the other. She's slipping from her haze as she feels the tightening of her nub, and the tension in her thighs grows. He hears her moan, "MMM, Fitz, MMMM."

The urge to release is overpowering her, and she can't fight it. Now more connected with her body, she feels his fingers sliding in and out of her. She suddenly hears the sensual moans and groans she initially doesn't recognize, until a second later she realizes it's her.

Now connected in the moment, she's more aware than ever. She's riding his fingers like it's her profession and his talented fingers are giving her all that she can handle. She feels the power in his hand motion, and knows he's searching for her release. She's battling with him, but losing ground. He feels her resistance and pulls his head away from her just enough to whisper, "cum for me baby. You're so close."

He knows her body so well, she can't hide anything from him. Like clockwork her body gives in, and she feels the point of no return upon them, as she breaks through her wall of release screaming his name in pure bliss.

As the release ravages her, she's shaking and groaning. He feels her rain down upon his hands, despite them sitting in bubbling water. The tension in her body goes limp, and she all but slumps over atop him. He catches her as she slides down his body, and onto his lap.