Olivia sat up in her bed. The minute Fitz left last night she downed a sleeping pills and went to bed immediately. She didn't want to have to suffer the after effects of last night and that was the only thing she could think of. Fitz didn't call all night so she knew it must have been important and she wanted to find out what was going on. She stretched and hopped out of bed and walked over to the couch to turn on the t.v. She expected breaking news but there was none. She flipped through the channels waiting to see some special headline but there was nothing out of the ordinary. She ended up stopping on a channel that was showing a short documentary on Fitz, it had just began and she decided to see what they were saying about him. During most of his presidential campaign, she was in and out of the country and too busy doing her own thing to worry about politics, she didn't even get to vote in the general election. She listened intently as they began. She smiled as the flipped through pictures of Fitz doing random things. In one picture, he was clad in his high school bobcats football uniform, he was the quarterback. He was smiling his dashing debonair smile and kneeling on one knee in his picture. In another, he was holding Gerry, who looked to be about three years old. They were on the beach, Fitz had a surfboard in one hand and Gerry in the other.
"President Grant's story was an American Dream. He was born in Santa Barbara, California, on July 27, 1965 at the Santa Barbara Presbyterian hospital, he was 9 pounds 2 ounces. He was the first and only son of Fitzgerald Thomas Grant II and Cynthia Walter. His father, Fitzgerald Grant II was the then heir to Grant empire. You may may be familiar with the Grant Conglomerate, the business started with Fitzgerald Thomas Grant over a hundred years ago. He was a revolutionary finance wizard. He founded several banks and investment companies which later developed into hedge funds and several other investment entities and is now one of the top privately owned financial companies in the world, operating in more than 50 countries outside of the U.S. You certainly must also know the late Cynthia Walker Grant, famous Hollywood oscar winning actress and Broadway performer who died tragically from cancer. He went to the Montclair school, the best and most expensive private school in Santa Barbara until he was 14 then we went on to the best public high school in the city, His father donated thousands to make sure the school was well funded years before a young President Grant was scheduled to attend to make sure it was up to high standards to accommodate his son. By all reports, he was a nice guy during high school, easy to talk to, showed above average intelligence, athletic and well behaved. He graduated as valedictorian of his high school class and then went on to Harvard. He followed the same path at Harvard, ran for school government and won, he got straight A's and there were even a few pictures of him at a women's rights protest in NYC and a African American social justice march in Washington D.C. during his activism days. After Harvard he went on to Yale, then Oxford. He was apprentice to a member of the British parliament until he graduated Oxford. He joined the military briefly after. Much about his time during his military service is classified but we do know that he has been ranked as one of the best military pilots since the world war. After his brief time in the military, he started working for a corporate law firm in New York City. That was where he met Millicent Graham, they married shortly after and then Fitzgerald Thomas Grant IV was born. While President Grant never took on an official role in his family's company which he is sure to inherit though some say that is a major conflict of interest with his presidency, he did serve as a financial adviser to his father who has been the head of the company for the past 40 years. During his presidential campaign, he ran on his expertise in job creations and tax policy which led him to have a successful governorship in California, leaving the state in a substantial surplus and to eventually win the presidency as a republican candidate but there was been a lot of criticism from the conservative right that he too is liberal on issues of abortion, climate change and gay marriage, his chief of staff and then campaign manager Cyrus Beene is a gay man and that upset a lot of house republicans behind closed doors but none the less, it didn't derail his campaign for president of the United States…"
Olivia changed her attention from the t.v when her phone rang. She was a little annoyed, she was enjoying the short documentary. She checked her caller id and saw that it was Abby so she answered.
"Abigail, what's up?"
She said as she headed to the bathroom, she was so invested in Fitz's documentary that she didn't even brush her teeth or try to eat.
"So how was your birthday with Keith?"
"It was amazing."
"Umm spill it."
Olivia chuckled as she spread the toothpaste on her toothbrush.
"Well in the morning, he sent a chef to my apartment to cook me breakfast, it was delicious and then he delivered a bouquet of balloons and the most beautiful rose arrangement I've ever seen, it was huge, I couldn't even lift it. He had a flash mob show up at the hospital and sing me happy birthday in the middle of the lobby and then when I got home he cooked for me."
"Did you guys have sex, I know your a total whore," Abby joked.
"I'm only a whore on the weekends," Olivia joked back then she got serious.
"No, we almost had sex, he stripped me down to my panties and then he had to leave. I was so ready to have sex with him, so freaking ready but it didn't happen and I was so agitated that I took a sleeping pill and knocked out."
"So wait why did he leave?"
"I don't know, it seemed really important though. I've been teasing him a lot and I half expected him to snap already or do something that to turn me off but he had a lot of self control and it's actually huge turn on and now, well I've always wanted to but now my vagina is crying for him."
"Well you have two more days, you leave Monday morning bright and early, so you'll have the weekend to get it on."
"That's if I can even see him,"
"Enough about lover boy, I can't wait to blow this joint and go to Mumbai, maybe I'll meet a rich Indian tycoon."
"Here, here, to that," Olivia said with a chuckle.
"Alright Abby I need to brush my teeth and sort some things out, I'll call you later or probably not, I'll be spending the next few months with you I'm gonna take all the space away from you I can get."
"Your such a little bitch."
Olivia laughed.
"Later Lucretia."
"I hate my middle name, you know that!"
"Bye."
Olivia hung up and brushed her teeth and took a quick shower.
She tidied up and finished packing and boxing a few things she had to ship back to New York. It took her hours to finish up all the small errands she needed to complete. She debated whether or not to call him, she wanted to but she didn't want to seem annoying and she also didn't want to bother him if he was truly busy. She decided to meditate on it for a while and as she tried to meditate, she found herself suffering from her usual migraine that lasted 5 excruciating minutes but it was shorter than usual so for that she was grateful. Once she recovered from her migraine she decided to call. He didn't pick up after the first call, so she tried again and when he didn't pick up she gave up. She settled into watching as much Star Wars movies as she could until she fell asleep on the couch pretty early in the night.
Fitz spent his entire Saturday at the pentagon, watching Nolan's interrogation and talking with intelligence officers about the events leading up to and after the assassination attempt and trying to find out who exactly was behind it. He wasn't sure who he could trust and he didn't know what Nolan meant by someone close to him. How close? He didn't know what that meant. He saw Olivia's calls but he didn't answer, he wasn't sure what he was going to tell her. He was still in deep anger and he didn't want to take it out on her but she was leaving in a day and he wouldn't see her for months after so he wasn't going to let her go without seeing her.
After a long day at the pentagon and after finding what he had about the entire assassination ordeal he was tired. He was finding out everything except for who ordered it. He went back to the residence to shower. Once he finished showering and walked in his room, Mellie was waiting for him. He immediately got defensive.
"What Mellie? What?"
"Where the hell have you been? No one has seen you all day Fitz and considering the fact that you won't denounce the divorce rumors and people are speculating all kinds of shit about our marriage now is not the time to go AWOL."
He didn't answer her, instead he walked into his closet and began getting dressed.
"Don't ignore me, I am sick and tired of your bullshit and your disrespect Fitz. When I'm talking to you, you better answer!" She screamed.
"You don't think I'm fucking tired of you too. I do not want you. I do not need you. I do not love you. I don't even fucking like you so leave me alone and prepare yourself for a fight because I am getting this divorce come hell or high water!"
He screamed it louder than he intended to. He was sure if anyone was nearby they probably heard but he didn't care because he was at his boiling point.
Mellie was utterly stunned. Her and Fitz had their fair share of fights but he'd never seemed so unstable before and he'd never yelled at her to the point where she was so shaken. She didn't think he'd hurt her physically though, he wasn't that kind of man.
He took a deep breath.
Mellie stared him down and saw his deeply bruised and lacerated knuckles.
"What happened?"
The hate she felt for him was dripping off of her tongue. She truly hated him, with every part of her, she hated that she had loved him but he never loved her, he never even considered loving her.
Fitz decided to do something reckless. If it was someone close to him maybe they were closer than he thought. He stared at her directly so he could gauge her reaction.
"We found my shooter."
He found what he was looking for, the momentary panic that flashed through her eyes. It didn't exactly mean she was guilty but it did mean that she knew something.
"Umm...That's great."
"Not exactly, he won't talk, we've tried everything."
"Guys like that never talk, you'll be better of just killing him."
"That's the plan."
"Good."
He turned back around and continued dressing. He could feel her staring at his back.
"Goodbye Mellie," he said dismissively.
"Sometimes I wish, you did die or that we never met Olivia Pope, maybe if she didn't save your ass you'd be some brain dead loser in a hospice somewhere and just so we're clear, that's when I'd divorce you," she left immediately.
He could hear the deep breath that she let out in relief as she walked out. He smiled to himself, he didn't want to believe that Mellie had anything to do with the shooting but she was the one who decided to throw the gala in the first place and she also stopped him before he tried to exit the car, he'd never thought much into that until now. He didn't think she had any reason to want him dead, after all he'd been her golden ticket and she had been fighting so hard for them to stay together for so long, it wouldn't make sense for her to want him dead but maybe she was tired of him. He tried to calm down and finish dressing himself. When he was finished he called Tom. Tom came into the room quickly.
"Sir, you called."
"Yes, Tom I want all of the agents reporting back to you everything Cyrus and Mellie are doing and if anything seems out of the ordinary, I want you to tell me. I want their phones calls monitored, I want to know who they are speaking to and what they are discussing."
"I'll inform my agents right away."
Moments later, they left for Olivia's.
Olivia hoped Fitz would come, she was preparing for it. She had no idea why he'd been so silent, since her birthday night but she was sure whatever it was that he was occupied with was important but she knew he wouldn't let her leave without saying goodbye. She was sure of that at 12pm, she was a little less sure a 5pm but now it was 9pm and she sat in her black lace cheekies and black silk robe that barely covered her ass and wondered if she'd teased him too much and maybe he lost interest but she knew that was ridiculous, 'Fitz wasn't like that,' she thought to herself. She was ready to give herself to him without reservation, without care towards the standing of his marriage or even the fact that he was president and what could happen if people found out, she just didn't care which was stupid but that was how she felt. He was just a man to her, a man that made her feel special and safe and loved and she wanted to share her body with him. That was what she told herself over and over again.
Fitz always seemed to have impeccable timing when it came to her, she sat on the couch and heard the knock she'd had been waiting for. She jumped up and ran to the door and let him in. Immediately, the smile dropped from her face, he looked angrier than she ever seen him before.
"What's wrong?"
"What?" He asked as he stepped in and closed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes.
"You look angry,"
"I'm not angry, I'm totally fine."
"You are seething, what's wrong."
"Nothing I'm fine, you look great, come here."
He pulled her close to him and enveloped her with his arms. She knew something was off about him.
"So don't tell me you got this fucking sexy for me just to tease me again."
She stepped back.
"Fitz something is wrong with you and that's all I can focus on right now."
Fitz sighed.
"Olivia I'm not in the mood. I said I was fine okay, so just drop it."
"Why are you being so rude?"
Fitz chuckled humorlessly.
"I should've known you were gonna do this. I'll see you tomorrow."
He turned around walked to the door.
"Don't walk away from me when I'm speaking to you and what exactly am I doing, what because I care about you that's so wrong."
She walked behind him and grabbed his hand and saw him wince and looked down at his hand.
"What happened to your hand?"
"Nothing, it's fine."
"Did you get into a fight? How is that even possible don't you have guards?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it a fight."
She looked up at him.
"Start talking Fitz, what's going on?"
"There is nothing to talk about Olivia."
She stepped back, his knuckles were bruised but he had no other injuries, he obviously beat someone up and that was unacceptable for her.
"Did you beat someone up?"
"Olivia I already told you I'm not talking about this, if you keep bringing it up I'm going to leave."
She realized he was already agitated and arguing wasn't going to get them anywhere and decided to take a softer approach. She stepped closer to him and caressed his cheek.
"You're upset, your hands are bruised, obviously you're not okay. I try to be as honest with you as possible and I just wish you'd be the same with me."
He sighed in defeat, he knew she was right and he was also feeling very guilty for his behavior.
"They caught my shooter."
His announcement caught her off guard.
"What?"
"Yeah, I've been back and forth at the pentagon since I left you on your birthday night. I'm sorry about that by the way."
Olivia shook her head in confusion.
"I'm so sorry, it must be hard coming face to face with someone that tried to kill you."
"That wasn't the hard part, he's an assassin, he wasn't just some random nut job that wanted me dead, someone paid him. He said it was 'someone close to me' and he won't say anything else and trust me, we've tried to get him to talk."
"Someone close to you? How close? Maybe he's lying."
"I thought so too but then went I came back from the pentagon earlier this evening, I went to the residence to shower and I came out and Mellie was there. I told her we caught the shooter, I guess I wanted to see her reaction just to prove that maybe I was paranoid for thinking it was her or Cyrus, Gerry is ruthless but he'd kill himself before he killed me because he's gonna need someone to inherit the fortune."
"What did she say when you told her?"
"She panicked."
Fitz paused.
"I told her that we had him in custody and that he wouldn't talk to which she quickly suggested I kill him immediately and then it sort of made sense that it was her, I can't understand why she would do it, that part doesn't make sense. She pushed hard for the gala even though I didn't want it and then seconds before I tried to exit the car she pulled me back and told me not to go, I didn't think twice about it before but now it sort of makes sense and if she really did do this then she had to have worked with someone else and the more I think about it the more paranoid and anxious and angry I get. I feel like there's no one around that I can trust and it's killing me."
"You don't think you can trust me?"
"It doesn't matter, for the next three months, you'll be in east Africa and I'll be here dealing with this shit storm."
"That's not fair Fitz, you know I'd be here for you if I could but I already made a commitment, everything is set I can't change that."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel guilty, I do trust you more than anyone, you and my son are the only people I can count on right now but Gerry's a kid, I can't lay this on him and you're gonna be gone for the rest of the year."
"You're frustrated, I know but I'll always be available to you, you can call me whenever you need to talk or laugh or vent. I care about you Fitz I need you to know that, not the presidency or anything else that you feel like you need to be in order for people to love you. I care about you, I - I love you."
Fitz stared at her for a moment then smiled.
"I love you too, so much "
She looked down to hide the huge smile on her face. Fitz tucked a loose curl behind her ears.
"I'm sorry, I was being a little crazy earlier."
She looked up, still unable to keep the smile off her face.
"I think I know how you can make it up to me but you have to promise to be gentle…"
She loosened the tie on her robe and let the delicate fabric slip down her shoulders. She got on the tip of her toes so she could reach up and kiss him. She had her hands wrapped around his waist and deepened the kiss and then she pulled back. She stared at him for a moment and Fitz wondered if this was another one of her teasing sessions but then she slowly began unbuttoning his shirt and then pulled it down his arms and threw it on the floor. She reached up and kissed him again, then she kissed down his neck and chest as she undid his belt buckle and then pulled down his pants and boxers so she had him fully naked. She tiptoed again and kissed him, this time Fitz held onto her face and joined in on the tender kiss. He tugged on her robe and watched as she let it slip down her body. Then he lifted her into the air and she wrapped her legs tightly around him as he walked her over to her bed and laid her down gently.
She laid flat and watched as Fitz pulled her underwear off, her heart was racing and that was when she realized she was extremely nervous. He spread her legs apart and kneeled in between them and hovered over her. He stared into her eyes and he could she see was nervous.
"Are you sure you're ready baby? There is no rush, I'll wait as long as you want me to."
"I'm nervous but I'm leaving and I don't want to imagine what it's like to be with you anymore, I want to feel it right now."
He kissed her softly on the lips and neck and over her breast, he could feel the tension in her body dissipating as she enjoyed the kisses he peppered all over her body. He moved back up to her lips and continued kissing her and when he was certain she had relaxed he entered her slowly. The initial feeling he got from being inside her left him speechless. The feeling of moisture and warmth wrapped so tightly around him was indescribable. Olivia gasped loudly, it was a mixture of shock and pleasure and pain. He filled her up with his well endowed member, she could feel the curve of his tip and the veins that ran down his shaft inside her. Fitz gave her a moment to adjust to him and then slowly thrust back and forth. He looked down and saw tears in her eyes. He immediately thought that he might be hurting her.
"Baby-"
She didn't let him finish, she knew what he was thinking but it was exactly the opposite. She pulled his head down so she could kiss him and then looked up and met his eyes. He was inside her, deep inside her. Their eyes were stuck on each others. Sex had never been so intimate for her, it was always purely physical but now there was no word to describe what she was feeling. She kept her eyes focused on his, she could see the desire in them and the eye contact made her skin feel like it was on fire. She was always a private person but she didn't want to be that way with him. In that moment as he looked down on her, she felt like he could feel everything she felt, hear everything she thought and it was strangely comforting . She wanted to share her body and her mind with him, she wanted him to have ever part of her and tonight, she was going to make sure that he did. She kissed him again.
"I love you," she whispered in between moans.
"I love you."
The sensation of Fitz thrusting in and out of her left her moaning breathlessly. Fitz stopped and pulled out and switched positions so that she was on top. Fitz held on tightly to her waist and eased her down on him. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly and sensually. Fitz watched her as she held onto her breasts in complete ecstasy.
Olivia could feel her orgasm building and started begging Fitz to make her cum. He flipped her again so he was on top. He kissed her as he drove himself in and out of her faster and harder. He could hear her moans through the kiss and as he thrust harder, he felt his own orgasm build as well.
They came together, holding on to each tightly as the pleasure exploded through both their bodies. Their moans and screams fill the room, Tom and his agents stood quietly in the hallway listening.
Fitz held on to Olivia as they both tried to recover from their powerful orgasms. He pulled himself out which bummed Olivia out, she was enjoying the closeness of having him inside her even after they came. She felt his cum dripping down her center and she reveled in the feeling. He spooned her, content to just lay there with her and enjoy the pure bliss he was feeling.
Olivia was still trying to catch her breath and took slow deep breaths to calm herself. They laid quietly for awhile until Fitz spoke.
"What are you thinking about Livie?"
She smiled.
"The fact that I told you I loved you, I thought it would be scary but it wasn't, it felt good," she said softly.
"Well I love you too Olivia Pope, there's nothing scary about that."
She blushed
"You cried," he began again.
"Because I was happy."
He held her closer to his chest, his arms were wrapped protectively around her.
"There is something I wanted to ask you…"
"Are you gonna ask me if came because I think the entire building knows I came," she said with a chuckle.
"No, I felt your orgasm quite explicitly."
She smiled.
"I didn't mean to sidetrack you, what were you going to ask me?"
"I was going to ask you how you would feel if I asked you to take guards on your trip with you, after what you told me almost happened, I'd feel better if you had protection. It would be private security guys, they'd keep a low profile and they wouldn't bother you."
Olivia thought about it briefly.
"If it makes you feel better then I'll take them with me, I suppose it can't hurt to have them there."
Fitz kissed her cheek.
"Thank you so much baby, I'll be able to function better knowing you'll have some protection when you leave."
They were quiet for a while.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can get you something?" Fitz asked.
"Yeah, I'm thirsty."
He got off the bed and walked over to the kitchen. Olivia watched his naked body in motion. He grabbed two can sodas and then walked back over to the bed.
"Come," he said motioning for her to get out of bed.
"Fitz, I can't move, I don't want to."
He pulled her up anyways and used one hand to throw her over his shoulder. She squealed loudly as he walked her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her in his lap. He opened her soda and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
She took a couple of sips and burped, Fitz laughed in response and kissed her. She could feel his erection forming again. She put their sodas on the coffee table and switched positions so she was straddling him. She kissed him and wrapped her hands tightly around his neck.
"You want more baby?"
"I do," he said with a smirk.
She kissed him again and eased herself down in him and slowly rode him. She kissed all over his face and neck, moaning and panting as he worked to help her keep pace. He quickened the pace and winced when he felt Olivia dig into his back with her fingernails.
He slapped her ass in response.
"Oh god Fitz, don't stop-" she screamed.
She tried to hold out as long as she could but Fitz had her holding on by a thread. He gave her a deep, forceful, punctuated thrust and with that she exploded with waves of pleasure that rippled through her body and soon after he followed. She passed out on top of him minutes later.
She next morning she woke up on the bed and she was a little disoriented at first. It was bright out, it had to be late morning or midday. Fitz wasn't beside her, she assumed he had to leave and she immediately felt alone, she wished he would have told her he was leaving instead of just skipping out. She stumbled out of bed, feeling the consequences of Fitz's onslaught on her body as she headed to the bathroom. As she got closer to the bathroom she could hear the sound of water streaming in the bathroom. When she walked into the bathroom and saw Fitz stepping out of the shower.
He looked up at her and chuckled at her expression.
"What?"
"I thought you left," she said with a smile.
"I've known your were leaving for months now, I cleared my schedule for today weeks ago and it's a Sunday, so unless the world suddenly burst into flames, I'm gonna be right here with you. I have breakfast for you in the kitchen and a whole bunch of briefing papers that are gonna be very fun to read."
She smiled.
"Okay, well I'm gonna take a nice warm bath and then I'll join you."
He nodded and kissed her on his way out the bathroom.
She brushed her teeth and took a warm bath to soothe her aching thighs and then dressed herself in a huge t- shirt and underwear and then walked over to Fitz on the couch. He sat reading his briefings.
She kneeled in front of him, as if she was about to pray to him, it was something she wanted to give him for a long time and she saw her perfect opportunity. He stopped reading and looked down at Olivia who was on her knees in front of him. She pulled his boxers down. He put his files down and gave her his undivided attention. She kissed his tip and then kiss up and down his shaft. He wasn't fully erect as yet, but the second he felt her warm tongue licking up his shaft and balls, his erection was firm and full. She moved from his shaft and flicked her tongue tantalizingly over his tip and when it became too much for him, she took him into her mouth as far as she could manage to.
"Fuck!" He breathed out softly.
She pulled back and breathed, she jerked up and down Fitz's shaft and watched as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply then she took him in her mouth again and sucked hard. She hummed when his tip hit the back of her throat and then pulled back and began again, working her mouth up and down his shaft and humming whenever she saw fit just to drive him crazy and it did. Every time he felt the vibration from her throat hit his sensitive tip it sent a chilling sensation up and down his spine.
"Just like that baby, fuck," she could hear him say softly. He kept his eyes on hers and watched as she serviced his cock.
She pulled back one last time and then took him in her mouth again and sucked him harder and faster. She felt him hold onto her face to steady himself as his orgasm took hold. He felt a deep and ferocious eruption of pleasure vibrate through every nerve in his body. He exploded into her mouth and Olivia pulled back and watched him catch his breath. She smiled as she felt his warm cum slide down her throat.
Fitz looked down and saw the smirk on her face.
"I'm gonna wipe that smile off your face," he said with a slight chuckle as he caught his breath. He was smiling, he was happy, which was a complete turnaround from early last night.
"Maybe you should catch your breath first yeah," she teased.
He pulled her up by both arms and spun her around so her back was to his chest and pulled her into his arms. She closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt him trace small kisses up her shoulder and neck then he spread her out on the couch in front of him.
"You are seriously the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, you're perfect."
"I'm far from perfect Fitz."
"Hey, you're perfect to me."
He kissed her lightly on the lips and then kissed down her chin and neck and continued down her body. As he kissed down her torso he spread open her legs and continued kissing over her underwear and up her inner thigh. When he could hear her panting in want for him, he pulled her underwear down her legs then spread her legs apart as wide as they could go to give himself a perfect view.
The first thing he went for was her clit, he slithered the tip of his tongue over her delicate pearl. Her smell was intoxicating, her taste, even more so. He could feel Olivia grab onto his hair and cry out in what might have been the most euphonic sound he had ever heard. When he had her writhing, he moved from her clit and began to tease her wet opening. Her legs trembled as she tried to resist the urge of locking them around him.
Her orgasm built up slowly and intensely and when it took her, she screamed out in pleasure. She hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm but she wanted to feel him inside her.
"I want more Fitz, you can fuck me as hard as you want, as fast as you want, I just want more."
He pulled her up and put her on all fours and then leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I'll give you more baby, I'll give you as much as you want."
He entered her with a forceful thrust from behind, he held her close and tightly and fucked her hard until they both came.
They took a break and then began again, he took her up against the wall, then in the kitchen when she was trying to fix them a snack and they went on and on.
Tom had left early morning and came back in the late afternoon, he was surprised to still hear them having sex and out of curiosity he decided to ask Hal what had been going on since he left.
"How long has this been going on?"
Hal looked at his watch.
"They've been fucking all afternoon."
"Wow."
"Yep," Hal said awkwardly.
A little while later, back in Olivia's apartment, she laid on top of Fitz on the carpet beside the couch. He stroked her hair gently as she traced line down his torso.
"You have one," she said.
"One?"
"When I'm gone and there's an emergency, or you are feeling unbearably lonely or your penis feels like it going to explode, you have one time, that you can ask me to come back and I will but only for a day."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, for you."
"I will use that very wisely," he said with a chuckle.
They fell asleep shortly after.