Love never felt so good than what Liv is feeling at this moment. She feels like this is the first time she made love only it was better. He was more than she hoped for and more than what she imagined in her head a thousand times. More than she ever wanted to admit out loud. She's lying in his arms, feeling his breath on her neck. Their bodies haven't disconnected since they made love. It almost feels like she can't get close enough to him.

She kisses his forearm that's wrapped gently around her. He moves slowly. "What time is it?" Fitz asks. His head is nestled into her neck.

Liv looks over at the clock. "It's 2am," she answers.

"I've been thinking about how we could do Round 3," he whispers.

"Oh really!," she laughs.

"They say the third time is always a charm."

She turns around in his arms. "I thought we did pretty good the first two times," she says facing him.

"We most certainly did but I doubt we even scratched the surface," Fitz answers as he kisses her.

"Fitz," she says. He places his finger on her lips.

"I don't want to hear it. I'm not letting you go back to your condo tonight. I want you right here. Our night isn't over," he says.

"I don't want to leave. That's the last thing I want to do," she says.

"The way you said Fitz had me scared. I like when you say Fitz all breathless for different reasons," he flirts.

She blushes. She's never been like this before. She can't speak and she can't think. She's trying to articulate all the words swimming in her head right now. "I just...this changes everything. We've crossed a line that we can't uncross."

Fitz loves to look at her face in the night sky peering through the window. They haven't made it to his bedroom. "Do you regret what we did?"

"No I don't. I don't want to go back. I want to go forward with you. I want you. I want what I experienced tonight with you," she tries to explain.

He traces her defined cheekbones, "I know what you mean. It's like we've been making love without love until now."

She takes a deep breath. She drops her head. Her forehead is reading on his chest. "That's exactly how I feel. I felt like another person. I never wanted to stop. I never wanted you to stop."

"I'll tell you a secret," he whispers as he lifts her face to his.

"What's that?" She asks. Her eyes are dancing with anticipation.

"I never wanted to," he answers as he kisses her bottom lip, tugging it back and forth.

She breaks from the kiss. "You make me feel like I'm losing my mind when you kiss me."

"Maybe you are losing your mind. Maybe I am just that good," He jokes.

"I don't want to boost your ego," She starts.

"But…."

Bashfully she answers, "You are better."

"Prepare to never leave dreamland. I am going to make all your dreams come true."

She just stares at him. Everything about him is taking her breath away. His words, his touch, and the way he feels. She feels like she is outside of herself. "We are just starting. Don't make promises that might be hard to keep."

He rolls her softly, on to her back. He presses his body softly into hers. "Everything I tell you, I am going to make it happen. It might kill me trying but it will be worth it," he says as he rolls her nipples with his fingertips. He quickly learned it's a hot spot for her arousal.

She buries her hands in his curls, bringing his lips to hers. "You are not going to let us talk tonight are you?" She asks.

He kisses her neck, "We've spent months talking to each other. Tonight is a different type of talking and we have a lot more of it to do," he answers as they begin to kiss. He stops and looks at her. "How about we take this to the bed?"

"You expect me to walk to the bed," she laughs. "I honestly don't think I can do it."

He smiles, not saying a word. He gets up. She will never get used to his body. It's beautiful. He's the picture of masculinity. "Grab my neck," he says. She grabs his neck. He scoops her up with complete ease. He carries her down the long hall to his bedroom in all their starkness. He walks her into the room as she looks around at it's beauty and size.

She's never been one to be shy about her body but she realizes she's completely naked in his arms and she loves it. "It's a big bed," she says.

"I need a lot of room. I'm a big boy," he winks as he lays her down.

She looks down at him, "No argument there." He just stands there and admires her body. She finally asks, "What?"

"You are beautiful that's all," he responds.

"How beautiful?"

He starts to crawl on to the bed that looks like it's swallowing her. He is on his knees and he holds up her leg, carefully massaging her foot. "You are beautiful from your head down to your toes," he says as he kisses her instep. He then kisses her ankle, "Beautiful," he continues. He keeps moving up the inside the crease of her knee. "Beautiful," he repeats again. He keeps moving up the inside of her thigh. She starts breathing heavily. He stops again, "Beautiful," as he licks the inside of her thigh. She is nearly shaking in anticipation. He teases right at the edge and then he stops and moves up to her lips. "Beautiful," he says again as he kisses her lip and then neck.

She whispers something in his ear. He turns to her. Their foreheads are meeting. He nips her at bottom lip, "Patience," he says as he reaches over on the nightstand.

"Fitz," she says, surprised by his answer.

He gets on his knees, putting on another condom. She can't stop running her fingers up and down his chest. She's never had this kind of want and need ever. The need to have him inside of her is all consuming.

He lowers himself over again, "The most beautiful girl in the world," he says as he lines himself up and enters her. It renders a gasp from her. She wants all of him. She opens wide for him as he hits her hard with a thrust. He pumps her slow and then fast and then slow. She can't focus. She can't find her calm. Her body reacts to all the ways he moves inside her. She's moaning from the pleasure. She's moaning from the pain but she wants it. He's deep inside her. He knows what will make her eyes roll back in her head. He made it happen before. He's working his way to that pleasure for the both of them. Their bodies are rhythmically moving up and down. Her nipples pressed to him. He loves the sensation of their skin connected.

"Fitz, hmmmmm," she whispers, licking her lips. She bites her lip. "Fitz," she says again.

He is working inside her with each thrust, "Mmmmmm," he sounds. He is thrusting hard as he marks her neck, her collar and her chest with his teeth and sucks her skin.

She's chanting his name, begging him, "Oh God," she slurs. "Don't stop," she begs. There are tears that start to come from her eyes. It's a first. It's surprising. He's holding her wrists, loving her just right. He lets her wrist go and moves down to her nipples. He's licking them and sucking them as she's scratching his back in ecstasy. He grabs her thigh so he can go deeper inside her. She screams out as he pushes in as deep as he can go. She loves it. He wants it. He wants that release. He wants to come for her and he wants her to come for him. Her walls are swelling around him, clutching his dick like a claw.

He grunts, "Shit!," he utters. He's close and he knows she is. "Come for me," he whispers as she's past heaven in her head. He moves harder, inserting his fingers, tinkering her moist wet lips as he moves and it happens. She comes with a yell and expels tears he didn't expect to see. He follows, body jerking. He's breathless. It's everything sex is supposed to be emotional, connecting, and good.

He can't lift his body but he can feel the moisture from her tears. He looks at her. "Did I hurt you?" he asks wiping her tear

She shakes her head saying he didn't. She sheepishly smiles, "I am so embarrassed," she sniffles.

"Why?" He asks as he rolls on to his back.

"Because I am crying like an idiot and I can't believe I asked you what I asked you," she says.

"I am glad you felt like you could ask. You never have to ask but it will happen. When the time is right," he says.

"That's so mysterious. How will I know?" Liv asks.

He kisses her, "Trust me, you will know and you will be glad you waited."

She turns away from him. She rests her hands on his shoulders, "My tears didn't ruin the mood did it?" she asks.

"Depends on why you were crying?"

She covers her eyes, "It's the first time I ever cried during sex."

He looks at her. He can tell she's truly embarrassed. "I am glad it was because of me,"

"I have never felt this good," she continues.

He reaches over and lays a gentle kiss on her nipple, "I am more than glad it was because of me."

She just stares at him as he kisses her hand. "Why did it feel so right?" she asks.

"Because we are right. This is what it should be and should have always been," he answers as they kiss again.

"I never want to leave this bed," she says as she moves into his arms.

"We don't have to," he jokes.

"I have to go to work tomorrow," she reminds him.

"We could play hookey and lie in bed all day and enjoy each other. Order some food and lie naked in bed," he suggests.

She hesitates. It sounds like the best idea to her. "You are going to be a bad influence."

"I hope so," he smiles as he kisses her shoulder. He traces her lips. "How about, for now, we go to sleep? Don't get me wrong. I rather make love to you for the rest of the night but.." he stops...

"Is this what I can look forward to, marathons with you?" She asks as she drags her fingers across his lips. He catches one finger and gently coaxes it in his mouth. Liv closes her eyes.

He releases her finger, "Only if you want to," he tells her.

She bites her bottom lip, smiling at him. "Before when I asked you...you know," she says nervously. "You said when the time is right

They kiss more. They keep exploring all those places that they like to be touched and enjoy the learning of each other's body as they fall asleep in each other's arms.


The sun is peering through the window. They fell asleep holding each other ever so tight. She wakes up first. They are in the same position they fell asleep in, stomach to stomach with her head in his chest. She wakes up to the smell of him, mixed with her scent. She tries to ease away from him. He clutches her tighter.

"Where the hell are you going?" He says as he caresses her breasts under the covers.

She laughs, "I need to do the walk of shame to my apartment. I need to take a shower and get dressed."

"Take a shower here, with me," Fitz suggests.

"I don't have any clothes to change into. I think you tore them. Believe me, I would love to find out what a shower with you is like," she smiles.

"Just wear my shirt. It will be long enough."

"No, I am not wearing your shirt with a pair of heels. What if someone saw me like that?" Liv asks.

He brings his hand lower on her body, "They will just think you had sex. It was good and you are very satisfied."

She grabs the top of his hand under the covers. "All of that is true but I rather not share that with the entire building."

He lets out a playful frustrated breath, "Fine. We will continue this tonight," he says as he slowly loosens his hold on her.

She kisses him, "That sounds perfect." She gets up, gathering the sheet that's draped around them and wraps it around her body. "Our clothes are in the living room," she turns to see him lying in bed, standing at attention. Her cheeks grow red and flushed.

He can see it's getting to her, "You can always get back in bed."

"Tonight we can have that dinner in bed," she smiles.

He gets up. He wraps his naked body around her. "That sounds sexy."

"Mmmmmm," Liv says as she turns in his arms to face him. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," he laughs as he pushes into her.

She jumps, "Fitz," she says laughing.

He laughs as he lets her go. She goes into the living room grabbing her clothes. Fitz puts on some bottoms. She goes into the front bathroom and changes her clothes. He comes to the door.

"What time are you getting off?" Fitz asks.

"I should be home around 6," she answers.

"Okay! Hopefully this meeting won't drag past 6. I'll be here as soon as I can."

"I'll be home," she says from behind the door. She opens the door dressed, "Knock three times," she laughs.

He grabs her by the waist and pulls her into him, "I will kick that door down to get to you."

"I will see you this evening Mister," she rolls as she grabs her purse. She stops turning to him, he's right on her heels. She grabs his chin and kisses him. "I'll try not to miss you," she says.

"I will miss you!" He kisses her back. She leaves. He closes the door. She walks to the elevator, embarrassed by her walk but smiles at the memory of the ache that now languishes between her legs. The pleasurable pain that could only be explained as the best night of her life.


Liv is in her office. She finished up with Mr. and Mrs. Crawley. A couple who is trying to bounce back from infidelity. She can't figure out how to get them to talk about why they both cheated. They aren't big on communicating with each other or with her.

"Sheila, he asked you to explain what it was about him that made you find love in the arms of another man."

Sheila looks at her, "Why do you want to know?" She asks as she never looks at Roger. She looks at Olivia.

"I don't want to know," Liv responds. "Your husband wants to know."

"What did you see in her?" Sheila asks, finally looking at her husband.

His knee is shaking. "Fine I will go first. I saw a woman that listened to me. The sex wasn't that great. Most of the time I just talked to her. She was someone I could talk to when I went through my rough patch."

"I tried to talk to you but you never wanted to talk," Sheila answers.

"You never wanted to listen," he responds.

Liv can see they are both craving for each other's attention. "Did your communication break down because you couldn't explain Sheila your feelings of inadequacy after your cancer battle?

"I suppose so," he says shaking his head.

"Sheila, were you afraid he wouldn't be the man sexually he once was so you closed yourself off?"

Sheila is embarrassed by the question because Liv has peeled away the truth. "I suppose so."

"You two didn't want to talk to each other because you love each other so much," Liv explains.

"I do love him," Sheila answers, reaching her hand out to him.

"I love you too," Peter answers as he takes her hand.

Liv smiles, "Okay! So I have homework for you two and the only passing grade is what I see in our next session."

"What is our homework?" Peter asks.

Liv gives them their assignment and they leave. She makes her notes, sitting back in her chair. She gets a phone call on her phone. Her heart is immediately beating too fast. "Hi," she says like a teenager.

"Hi!," he answers.

"Why are you calling?" She giggles.

"I wanted to call my girlfriend. I wanted to see if she was okay and if she was still missing me," he says.

"Ohhhhh, I am your girlfriend!" She says playfully trying to watch his eyes.

"I think you most certainly are."

"Yes I am okay and yes I still miss you. Are we still on for tonight?" Liv asks.

"We better be," he answers.

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

"See you soon," she answers as they hang up. She crosses her legs. The power of just the man's voice sends currents throughout her body that even she can't explain.


Fitz is in his afternoon meeting. There was a problem with the valve on the piece they are working on. Fitz has been working all day on the mechanics of it and it leaves him frustrated.

"We have to figure out what the hell happened with this snap suspension on this. If it doesn't work, none of it works," Fitz says.

One of his shop guys, Tommy answers, "I have worked and reworked those wires. I don't get it."

"We can't go to GE with this. Not the way it is right now," Fitz explains.

"I will go back and work on timing numbers," Tommy says.

"Yes! You and Art work on those timing numbers and we go back at this again," Fitz explains.

Tommy nods, "Yes sir!" as he leaves.

Fitz pounds the table with his fist. His phone rings. "Hello," he says. He stands up with a worried look on his face. "What? Where? What hospital?" He asks. "I'll be right there." He grabs his coat and stops at Nora's desk, "I gotta go," he says as he leaves.


Liv is at home. She takes a shower. She is caressing her body in lotions. She is so ready for the night. She is so excited she can't stand her own excitement. It's past 7pm and she's trying not to be that woman that blows up the guy's phone when she doesn't hear from him. But she's got the feeling that something is wrong because he would have called. She calls again and he doesn't pick up.

Finally after a while, she texts her girls for some consolation. The text reads, Can you come over? Of course Sonja and Abby come to her aide.

They are sitting in Liv's living room having wine and Thai. "Thank you both for coming," Liv says.

"What happened?" Abby asks.

"Where do I start?" Liv says.

Sonja cuts to the point, "At the fucking beginning!"

"It finally happened," Liv says ambiguously.

"What finally happened?" Abby asks.

"Me and Fitz," she answers.

Sonja and Abby look at each other, still a little confused.

"We had sex last night," Liv clarifies. They both squeal in excitement.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you waited all day to tell this juicy secret," Abby says.

"Judging by the bruises on your neck, it was one hell of a night," Sonja says.

Liv blushes. "Do you know how ridiculous I looked in a turtleneck at work today?"

"How was it? How good is he? Is he hung? How's his stroke? Can he fuck or not?" Abby throws out the questions without blunder.

Sonja scolds her playfully, "You forgot a question. How many times?"

"I can't kiss and tell," Liv says playfully.

"If you don't give us the details we will just ask him. He seems like a guy that likes to brag. He will be happy to tell us he made you scream," Abby says.

"Scream his name too," Sonja adds.

"I cried," Liv says under her breath.

"You what?" Sonja says.

"I cried okay! I cried," Liv says.

Abby looks at her, for the first time without a jarring word. "Damn! It was that good you cried."

Liv lets out a breath, "I don't know what it was but the way he made love to me. Every time he moved inside of me I just let tears fall."

"Damn," Sonja echoes. "Was this the first time?"

"The third time," Liv admits.

"Did you?..." Abby asks the secret unfinished question that women know what it means.

"Every time," Liv admits.

"I told you I could tell he could. I bet he is working with one hell of a tool," Abby says.

Liv doesn't even answer. Sonja decides to ask, "Long, short, medium...stub.."

"Long," Liv shakes her head.

"Damn," Abby repeats. Then she looks at Liv. "Why the hell are we here talking to you? You should be upstairs riding that man. Not sitting here with your girlfriends."

"Well I would be doing that if I could get him to answer his phone. We were supposed to have dinner tonight," Liv explains.

"He's not answering your calls," Sonja points out. "That doesn't sound like something he would do."

"No, it doesn't. Now I am not sure if I should be worried about him or not," Liv says. "Of course I am letting my mind get the best of me."

"Listen, I don't know him at all but he doesn't appear to be a hit and quit it guy," Sonja says.

"He better not be. I will go upstairs and kick him in the balls," Liv says.

Sonja and Abby again look at each other.

"Upstairs," Abby says.

Liv shakes her head, "He lives in the Penthouse."

"Well this is the juiciest thing yet. The ex-wife never has to know. You can have sleepovers all the time. You are one lucky girl," Sonja says.

"We ended up both looking at these properties at the same time," Liv explains. "It's the first time I ever met his kids. He came in to meet with his agent who turns out to be my agent."

"You are lucky," Abby says.

"He had me out of my mind," Liv says.

"What do you mean out of your mind?" Sonja laughs.

She shakes her head. "I told you I'm embarrassed. I was crying and then I totally embarrassed myself."

"You embarrassed yourself more than crying. How is that possible?" Abby asks. Liv slaps her hand.

"I asked him to," Liv drops her head. "I doesn't matter," Liv says getting up.

"No way can you walk away with finishing that sentence," Sonja says. "What did you ask him?"

"It was amazing. He was amazing. I just...I asked him to taste me," she finally says.

"You what?" Abby squeals.

"I don't know. It just came out of my mouth. I whispered it in his ear," Liv explains.

"And what did he say?" Sonja asks.

"He told me patience. When the time is right."

"What in the hell does that mean? When is the right time for a man to get down on his knees for you?" Abby stops. "Now he shouldn't do it in public. But when is the time right?" she laughs.

"How the hell do I know?" LIv answers.

"I didn't know oral had a time clock," Sonja says.

Liv laughs, "I guess if women have one, so should oral stimulation."

Abby smiles, "Well! Let us know when the time becomes right."

"Please call us," Sonja adds.

"I shouldn't have told you two heathens anything. I have to admit I am worried. Maybe something is wrong with him," Liv says. "What if he had an accident?"

Abby can see Liv is growing worried. "I am sure he's fine. He just can't get to his phone."

They stay with her until late. There is still no word from Fitz. Sonja and Abby are both hoping that her friend hasn't been a victim of a guy getting the goods and leaving.


It's the next morning. Fitz was at the hospital all night. He's rubbing his forehead. Liv won't answer any of his calls and he knows she has every right not to. After all, he left her hanging. He and his parents have gotten back to their house. Big Gerry is fussy and his mom is trying to keep him calm.

He leaves a message, Livvie I am so sorry. Everything happened so fast. My father was driving him and my mom to dinner. He had chest pains. They were sure he had a heart attack but he didn't. They released him this morning. Anyway I am sorry. I'll see you tonight. I miss you.

He's listening to his parents argue about Big Gerry going to jail. "Dad, would you please listen to mom and get in the bed?"

"The doctor said I didn't have a heart attack. I had a gastric episode. I am okay," Big Gerry argues.

"It could have been a heart attack Gerry," Fitz's mom says.

"It wasn't a heart attack," Gerry answers.

"Okay! But the doctor said you have to give up those cigars. You have to. Don't make me hire a nurse for you," Fitz says.

"I don't need a damn nurse," Gerry says.

"Well either you are going to do some of the things the doctor suggests you do or we're going to hire you a chaperone to help mom," Fitz explains.

"Okay! I will go put on a track suit and sit on the couch but I don't want you here all day making a fuss. I won't have it," Gerry says.

Fitz shakes his head, Corinne cuts in, "You are a hard man to love."

"That's why you love me," Gerry says.

"I am going to go. There is someone I need to take care of. I can come back tonight if you want me to," fitz suggests.

"No, you don't have to do that. We should be fine. If anything happens I'll call," she says.

"Okay I love you," Fitz says as he gives her a kiss. He walks over to his father. "Try to be a big boy."

"I'm good," Gerry says, waving him off.

Corrine walks Fitz to the door. Fitz kisses her head, "Are you sure you don't want me to come back tonight?"

"I am sure. You don't have to. I am sure we are fine. If something doesn't feel right, I'll call you and an ambulance."

"I love you Mom," Fitz says as he starts toward the door.

"By the way, how are you and Olivia doing? Are Olivia and Fitz officially an item?" She asks. Fitz just grins "Oh boy! Something has changed."

"We spent the night together the other night," Fitz shakes his head but his smile never leaves.

"She's the one," Corrine answers.

"What makes you say that?" Fitz says.

"I haven't seen you smile like that in a long time. I cannot wait to meet the woman that finally stole your heart," she says.

"Soon," Fitz answers as he gives her another kiss. "I'll check on dad later."

"Okay son, now go and check on your girl," she finishes.

He turns around, "How did you?"

"A mother knows," she answers as he leaves.


It's later on that afternoon. Liv has had back to back sessions. She has to admit that her brain is tired. She hasn't listened to Fitz's messages. She knows she should listen but she's letting her anger get the best of her.

"April can you order me some lunch?" Liv asks.

April steps in. "I would boss but I just got a call from my sister. She needs me to get her for an appointment. Her brakes are out. I'd have to bring her back home too. Can I take 2 hours?" She asks.

"Sure that is fine. Let me know when you are on the way back," Liv asks.

"I sure will," she giggles which confuses Liv.

She starts toward the door, "Lock the door on your way out. I will open it when it's time."

"Oh by the way boss, your 2pm cancelled so you can take a long lunch."

Liv sits back in her chair. "Okay, thanks!" She finally decides she should listen to Fitz's message. She knows she shouldn't be childish about it. "Oh no," she says as she listens. His phone rings. She leaves him a message, Fitz I'm sorry. I thought you.. You don't want to know what I thought. I hope your father is okay. Call me when you have a chance.

"I thought seeing you would be better," he says.

Liv nearly jumps up to the ceiling. "Fitz," she says. He was standing there with flowers in his hands. "How did you get in here?"

"Don't worry. April let me in before she left. I worked it out with her. There was no breach in security," he says as he walks toward her.

"I just left you a message. I am sorry about your father," she says.

"I heard the message. I don't blame you. I'd be pissed at me too," he says as he hands her the flowers. "I am sorry I scared you. I know exactly what you think," he says.

"What do I think?" She asks.

"You think I finally got you in bed and then I was done with you," Fitz asks as she brings the flowers up to her nose to smell. She looks away from him. "Look at me," he says.

"What?"

"Is that what you thought?" Fitz asks again. She shakes her head saying yes. He takes the flowers from her hands, laying them gently on the desk. "I would never do that to you," he says, taking her gently by the waist. "Do you believe that?"

"Yes I do. I just...everything was so perfect and falling into place. I just thought something had to go wrong," she explains.

He pulls her into a kiss. She's completely helpless in his arms. She lets him devour her in a kiss. It's soft, it's hard, it's wet and it's slow and the feel of his tongue is what she craved in the last 48 hours. "Mmmm," he moans.

"Mmmm," she moans back.

The kiss breaks, "You don't think I divorced my wife just to have a roll in the bed with you?"

"No, I don't think that. I just let myself get scared."

"Don't be scared," he says.

"You came over here to make me feel better. You didn't have to do that," Liv says.

"No, I came here to fulfill my promise and your dream. I am going to show you just how much you mean to me," he says as he kisses her again. Their bodies are rocking from side to side.

Liv lifts her head and looks at him, "What promise? What dream?"

"You said once you had the same dream that I had. You remember what that dream was?" He asks.

"No," she says.

"I'll just refresh your memory," Fitz says.

"What?" she asked with her eyes wide. Fitz lets go of her. He locks her door. "Fitz what are you doing?"

"I told you already," he answers.

"What are you doing?" She asks again.

He lifts her from around the waist and moves her to the bookshelf. She finally realizes what he is doing. "Fitz we can't," she says quickly.

He eases her down and slowly moves her to the book shelf wall. "Why can't we?"

"Because this is my office. We can't do that," Liv says but not stopping him from sucking her neck softly. "Fitz I can barely hide the other marks you left."

"Let's just cover those with some more," he laughs. She stops trying to fight it. He's moving between her breasts.

"Fitz what if they hear us," Liv asks.

"Who?"

She moans. He's moving inside her bra with his mouth. "Fitz," she reaches his other hand inside her bra massaging her nipple.

He looks up, "What happened next in the dream?" Without answering him. She reaches behind her back and starts to fumble with her zipper to her skirt.. He comes out of his coat as he throws it across her couch that he's all too familiar with. He grabs her hands behind her back.

He gets down on his knees. He lifts each foot out of its heels, throwing them aside. "We really shouldn't Fitz," she says as he starts kissing up her leg and she throws her head back. It's too late to turn back now and he's giving her exactly what she wanted. She remembers the dream. While he slowly goes up to her, almost there, right where he wants to be. Right where she wants him, tasting her.

"You want me to stop," Fitz says looking up between her legs. Again, she doesn't answer. Instead,she fumbles her hands over to the radio and flips it on.

Just like in her dream, the 90's music will drown out the sounds of pleasure. The sounds of Fitz showing her the power that he had yet to unleash on her. His lips and his tongue. The song is perfect for the moment, Any Time, Any Place by Janet Jackson starts. He lifts her skirt up and takes a bite at the hem of her underwear, bringing them down to her ankles with his mouth. She steps out of them quickly. She's messing his hair with her fingers raking through his scalp in anticipation. He lifts her one leg up over his shoulder as he kisses and sucks her skin all the way up to her clit. First he takes a look at the pot of gold just waiting for him to take possession of its riches.

He gently blows her clit that surges a warm wave inside her that makes her moan. He locks his arm around her thigh as he dives into her with his mouth. She sighs and utters his name, "Fitz."

At first it's little licks in and out/ It's like a slow and quick nibble that drives her crazy. It's like he gives a little and takes a little back. Her legs are already like jelly. He licks the lining of lips, sucking in her juices. She's calling for a higher power as he takes her clit into her mouth sucking slowly moving his tongue up and down. It's a combination she didn't know was possible. He plunges his tongue deep inside her, licking and sucking every crease of her walls that are swelling around his tongue and lips.

The squeals and high pitch screeching of his name is not only melodic but enticing as he licks in and out her, flickering his tongue in rotation. And there it is again. She's filled with an emotion she can't explain. He spreads her walls with his fingers as he coats her clit with the circular motion of his tongue. He's becoming coated in her essence. She's almost ready to pull his hair from the roots as the pressure of his tongue becomes more forceful.

Her chest is heaving up and down. The sounds erupting her are more guttural and from the pit of her stomach. He's fingering her and licking her. She's screaming. She's got her nails dug into his skin. "Fitz, Fitz, Fitz," she chants.

He knows what it means, she's ready. She is ready to come. She starts to slowly descend down the wall as gently bites her clit with teeth and she screams, he looks up at her. He wants to see her face for the first time she comes after he puts his mouth on her. It's a beautiful site. She took all of the moment in with her eyes closed and bitten lip. He takes her from the wall, dropping her down to the couch. Her inhibitions are out the window. Her body just wants him and all he has to offer.

He kicks off his shoes and eases on top of her, "I always knew this was a therapeutic couch."

Liv burst out into laughter, "We can't do that on this couch. A couple will be here in a little while to sit on this couch."

He unbuttons his shirt, "Then they are going to feel all the love. It might even help their marriage," he jokes.

Liv slaps his chest, "Fitz…"

"20 minutes," he suggests.

She brings her finger up to his lips, "20 minutes," she agrees. They kiss. She can taste herself on his lips. They make love right there on the couch, while laughing at the adrenaline of it all. It's quite possibly the best 20 minutes either one of them have ever experienced.


They are lying in bed in her condo. They can't see the skyline for her bedroom but the most important thing is to be with each other. They had their dinner in bed as they planned to before. They watched movies and made each other laugh at the antics of the day.

"I can't believe we did that," she says.

"Did what?" he asks as he caresses her back. She's wearing his shirt.

"My office?" She answers.

"I told you I'd make your dreams come true," he says.

"Do you remember everything I tell you?"

"Everything that means something to me. I remember it, because it is important to me. You are very important to me."

"20 minutes of magic," she says.

"I think we used our time wisely and I was very generous," he answers. He stops, "I do regret I didn't bring you to that desk."

"You are incorrigible. You know that don't you."

"Of course I do. I am incorrigible, handsome, sexy, and amazing in bed. Now that's not what I think of myself, completely. But judging by how you react to me, I'd say I'm pretty close," Fitz explains.

"What are we going to do about Mellie and your children?"

"Where did that come from?"

"Unless you plan to hide me for the rest of our lives. We will have to deal with Mellie and have a plan for when she finds out about us."

"I do not plan to hide you. I want the world to know about us. Let's just enjoy this quiet period. It's just for us. We will tell Mellie about us when the time is right."

"Will there ever be a right time? She's going to hate me no matter what," Liv says.

"Probably so! It doesn't matter if she doesn't like you. It only matters that I do. And my kids will love you," he assures her with a kiss.

She looks up at him. She's vulnerable and full of honesty. He brings out her innermost thoughts and feelings and brings them life. "I can't fall in love with you because I'd be lost in you."

"I'm pretty sure I'm already falling in love with you," He answers. "So I guess that makes me lost."

She lifts up, "What does this mean for us?"

"It's very simple. It means we can't turn back," he says.

"I don't want to turn back," she says.

"Then we are going to see where this road takes us and we do it together."

She looks a little worried, which he can tell. "We do it together."

He kisses the crook of her neck. "Now that we've figured out what we are going to do about the future. What are going to do about the present?" He asks looking down at her body.

She grins, "How about we add another 20 minutes?"

"Consider it handled ." Those 20 minutes turn to 40 and those 40 minutes turn to an hour.


They know they have some challenges ahead but for now the only challenge they face is not being able to get enough of each other. Will it hurt them?