Merry Christmas Eve #Gladiators.
Yes I am giving you #Fizz #SavingGrace on THIS night as a very special Xmas Gift to unwrap and read. #SantaCameEarly I know this has not been updated in a while so I truly hope you enjoy this very special chapter as my gift to you all.
Of course thanks for reading, happy Holidays and I'll be looking for your #MilkNCookies on the flip side to follow you home.
Me's
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Chapter 20: We're In This Together…
"I just want you that's it. All your flaw's, mistakes, smiles, giggles, jokes, sarcasm. Everything. I just want you." – Sara Quin
Breakfast Delights...
"Fitz," she cackles watching him hide the pancake ingredients from her. After he carried her into the kitchen, he promptly told her she was not allowed to peek at any the components needed for his recipe. It was some "Grant Secret" he teased he could only share if she was a member of the Grant family.
"Whatever fly boy," she teased plopping a strawberry into her mouth allowing the juice from it to come down her chin, onto her neck. In seconds Fitz's lips are attached to her skin sucking the sweet juice off her body. As his lips make sure he did not miss any of the juice on her skin, her eyes travel to his ingredients hidden behind a large bowl.
"Hey no peeking," he holds her face in his hands then blocks her view. "You are seducing me to see aren't you?"
"I would never Mr. President," she leans back on the counter exposing her naked chest to his piercing blue eyes. "I just love strawberries that's all." His shirt falls open giving Fitz the perfect view of her perfect breasts aching to be kissed.
"Do you now Miss Pope," he winks. "Well in that case," he picks one up in his rather large hand. "Let me show you how much I LOVE strawberries and their juice." He walks in front of her. Her legs accommodate him instantly. Her eyes widen watching him place the base of the strawberry in his mouth, leaving a good portion of the top sticking out. Her eyes raise as his head lowers to her bare chest.
"Fitz what are you….," she moans as uses the strawberry to caresses her areolas. He bites into the ripe berry. Its juice falls onto her bosom covering her brown orb completely. He then trails its sweet nectar across the middle of her chest. Once over her other breast, he finishes the berry with more liquid falling out.
He blows on each allowing her to become more erect. He's supposed to be making breakfast but all he can focus on is her. He's already painfully hard in his red silk boxes aching to be freed. "Oh God," she cries out as he blows hot air across her chest. Her hips are already moving against his hard member.
In seconds his lips place her breast in his mouth extracting the juice from her nipple. He does not stop lapping the sweet nectar off until every ounce of it is clean. His tongue causes her hands to go to his boxers. He leans up giving her access. She pulls them down. Her hand pumps him as he laps up every drop of the strawberry off her chest.
It becomes too much for her and soon she is screaming his name. "FITZ," she coos pumping him harder.
When she thought he was finished, he enters swiftly causing her to climax again. "LIVY," he purrs as he pumps in and out of her unable to rest until he is satisfied, which will be never. God he's painfully stiff as the movements of his hips increase to a frantic pace. The sound of their skin hitting the other is echoing in the kitchen.
It's so erotic encouraging him to quicken his pace.
"Harder," she begs as his movements almost turn violent. He's so afraid he's going to hurt her in some way. Her hands find his bare bottom. She shows him what she wants. They lock eyes and he slides her to edge of the counter. Her hands rest under her bottom lifting it higher as her legs spread open.
She lays completely back as he pumps inside her relentlessly causing her body to almost lift off the cold marble. His eyes lock onto her beautiful brown orbs moving as he pumps into her. Their eyes meet and she places his hands on her hard peeks. He is almost salivating aching to place each one in his mouth.
"Christ almighty," Fitz cries out ready to reach his peak. Her walls tremble, pulsate, and pull him in deeper. He's member experiences every piece of her warm channel.
"More Fitz," she begs. "I need more," as her body begins to reach other climax. "PLEASE," she shrieks as her walls clamp hard around him, finally creating a sensation within Fitz he can no longer ignore. He empties himself within her completely coating every inch of her. His body convulses draining him completely dry. He lifts Olivia up then pulls her close finally calming.
They press their foreheads together as their eyes catch the other. Now it's his turn to blush as he withdraws himself from her body. He cleans them both, then covers himself with his boxers. She's still panting as he cups her face. "How much do you like strawberries now?"
"They have now become my favorite fruit. Ever," she teases lacing her fingers in his curls. "I'll never be able to eat them without you again."
"Good. Because if you do and I find out, I'll make sure I leave the White House without the Secret Service to get to you," he points out kissing her lips.
"Fitz," she scolds. "You wouldn't."
"Watch me Sweetheart," he jests kissing her nose then lips a second time. Her mouth drapes open as their eyes lock. "I'll do anything to have you as much as I can. You'll find out Livy that once I've gotten a taste of what I want, it's rather hard to keep me away. And I'm a man of many talents which you are only starting to learn."
She rolls her eyes. "Speaking of which. Pancakes," she huffs. "Feed me mister before I feed myself."
"Yes my love," he answers strutting away to make breakfast. She giggles but sits back watching him hide the bowl of pancake batter from her prying eyes. Olivia hops down from the counter sneaking peeks but Fitz is too fast preventing her from looking. "Git you…" he chastises pushing her away. "Stay there."
"And what if I don't wanna," she pouts. "I wanna see…," she stomps her feet. Fitz cannot hide the smirk from appearing on his face.
"You sound like Emmy," he sniggers.
"Who do you think taught her," she winks. "Please Mr. President. I'll stand in front of you naked and if you get me dirty I'll gladly let you wash me off in the shower."
The seduction in her voice causes Fitz's manhood to twitch. Her eyes travel down his naked body to his boxers watching his need grow for her again. He gulps aching to take her up on this offer but if she does, he'll be IN her from behind unable to stop until they scream each other's names again.
They will never eat if this keeps up. He stops what he's doing then walks up to her. "No," he kisses her lips. "But I promise to get you dirty when I'm done."
She reaches out then slams him into a nearby wall. Fitz is momentarily winded. His eyes widen seeing her before him bracing him against the wall. She strips her shirt off leaving her naked before him. Her eyes travel up and down his body. "Well hurry it up. I have NEEDS Mister and I ACHE for my MAN to please me."
He's never heard her talk this way before. He yanks her into him spinning them around. He's boxers come down as he raises her against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips. He's just outside her entrance ready to push into her again. "Say it again," he growls teasing her lower lips.
"I need my man to please…," she squeals out as he enters her hard and fast.
"Olivia," he growls her name. "Why can't I resist you," he booms then chastises himself as he makes love to her against the wall. It's already too late to stop before he's so hot for her all over again. He can't stop. He won't until she panting and hollering his name, clawing his back. He lifts her higher so she place her head on his shoulders.
Her mouth goes to his ear. The warmth of her breath, then feeling of her lips around his ear lobe increases his desire to make her scream. They just finished moments ago, and now they're up against the wall all over each other again. A feeling of euphoria comes over him wishing this was their honeymoon.
"Fuck," he groans as visions of them trying for a child – THEIR child enter his mind. If their love making is this intense and there is no baby, he can only imagine how it will be then.
"Yes Fitz harder," she mews as her nails scratch his scalp.
His eyes lock with hers as he pummels into her channel at an alarming pace. Each lunge into her warmth, she groans and moans his name. Her voice begins to shake becoming hoarse as he begins to take them over the edge of oblivion. In a few quick thrusts she clamps down, causing Fitz to erupt fully into her.
"Dammit I love you so much," Fitz mumbles into her neck holding her in his arms against the wall. His lips attach to her soft skin bringing into his mouth. She sighs as his trails of wet kisses reach her face then lips. They kiss each other slowly and languidly permitting the other to bask in the other's happiness.
Now it's her turn to blush. "And I love you Fitz. So much." She bits her lip. "I'm sorry." He squints. "I don't know what's come over me Fitz. It's like I can't get enough of you. My body is crying out for you and we just finished."
"I know the feeling," he dislodges himself finally. He places her down on floor, reaches for a wet towel to clean them up. She finds his shirt to place back on her body. He helps her by fastening the buttons then he cradles her face in his hands. "Livy I just thought of something."
"Yes?"
"How comes we're not using protection. Not that I am complaining but we're not using condoms so…,"
"I am on the pill Fitz. Shortly after Emmy was born and weened I went back on the pill. I have been on it since. So we don't have to worry about anything. I have been with anyone since Chris," she admits easily. "But…
"I never cheated on Mellie Livy even though she denied me any kind of physical love for so long. Once she had Karen, our sex life was over." He sighs. "Liv, how are we going to…,"
Olivia does not give him a chance to finish his thought. "Fitz I do not live that far away. I know our relationship has changed because of this weekend, but that doesn't mean we won't find time to be together."
"If our kids let us," he grumbles.
"We'll have family time then alone time okay. Plus you can't forget to rule the world," he sighs reminding him.
"Trust me Cyrus won't let me," he grumbles. She kisses him delicately. He exhales deeply as her hands run over his naked chest wrapping herself around him. His body is already craving more of her. "NO MORE woman or I swear I'll be too broken for our outing later." He walks back to breakfast leaving her confused.
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Not Her 1st Go Round…
"Outing?"
"Yes," he snickers turning on the stove to begin cooking.
She walks over to him totally confused. "But I thought we were staying in BED all day." She does not mean to whine but it comes out that way. Fitz laughs inwardly. She looks as if she is about to cry having to leave the room and share him.
"Well I got word this morning when I checked my phone that I AM able to take MY GIRL out to some secluded spots. The agents and management here at Rockefeller Center were able to come through and allow us to do something really special. I only found out this morning when I woke up." Her eyes begin to tear up not believing this man. Her man.
"Fitz," she snivels on the verge of tears.
"Sweetheart what's wrong," he asks fearing he upset her.
"Nothing," she kisses him. "I just thought the Rainbow Room was it and we'd be in here because you're The President. I know you really can't go out without closing an entire area, blocking off a complete street with all your agents. I had no idea you had more planned for us to do. I just didn't think it was possible."
"Anything is possible Livy. I am the Most Powerful Man in the World. With that title comes with perks. And it is New York City Sweetheart and our very first Valentine's Day. I might as well go big or not bother. I want to spoil and woo you," he kisses her lips just after he flips the pancakes.
"You don't have to do it in one weekend Fitz," she exhales cupping his face. "We have time."
"Yes I do," he argues. He turns the fire down on the stove. "I have waited a lifetime to find you," he sighs touching her face. "You have opened my eyes Sweetheart to a love I never thought I'd find or was possible. Let me show you HOW much I love you Livy. It's not every day I'll get a chance to have a free weekend away and spend it with my girlfriend."
Slowly he sees the corners of her mouth turn into a small adorable smile. "I don't deserve ALL OF this," she beseeches in a hoarse voice. "I have done anything for you."
"Oh I beg to differ. You have done so much for me by allowing me into your life, and Emmalynn's. I've never been this happy before. You deserve the world Olivia and I am going to give it to you," he reaches to cup her face. She kisses his hand.
"You don't have to give me the world Fitz." His eyes enlarge ready to protest but she silences him with a finger over his lips. "You, Emmalynn, Karen and Jerry are my world."
Her words cause his heart to jump in his chest into his throat. He's overcome with how much she loves him in return. He reaches his arm out for her to walk into his embrace which she does. She nuzzles against his bare chest. Her lips place a soft, tender kiss over his heart. His head rests on her hair.
"And you are mine," he murmurs. "Have you been to New York City before?" His question catches her off guard. Unsure how to respond she moves backwards from him closing herself off. Instantly he senses something is wrong by the sad look in her eyes. "Liv?"
"I need a minute," she murmurs rushing out of the kitchen. Fitz moves the pan off the fire then goes after her. She is sitting on the bed they shared with a blanket wrapped around her body. Her knees up to her chest. Her face is buried in her legs. She is rocking back and forth. He hears sniffles. Her muffled cry brings him to her in mere seconds.
"Livy," he coos reaching in between her legs and face. She squeezes herself tighter. "Hey don't shut me out now. What did I do?"
"Nothing I'm fine. So much happened with us this weekend. I just need a minute," she counters quickly hoping he will let it go. But of course he's HER Fitz and that won't happen.
"You are not fine. Not even close." She shifts her body further away from him but he stops her wrapping an arm around her. "Hey," he caresses her cheek. "Please Sweetheart. I can't fix it if you won't tell me what's wrong," he pleads. "There is nothing you could tell me that would scare me away or make me not love you."
Finally she lifts her eyes to meet his soft blues. The concern shimmering through them ruins her and she throws herself into his arms. His wraps himself around her tightly allowing her to use him as her ultimate support pillow. "I'm here Livy," he whispers into the top of her hair. His bare chest is wet now.
He rocks and cradles her until she stops crying. Not a word is spoken between them. He's giving her time. All the time she needs. "Chris?" Fitz shifts to look into her eyes. "The last time I was here it was with Chris." He smiles softly. She sits up. "He brought me here to celebrate our engagement and having a baby. I was early in my pregnancy with Emmalynn. He wanted to bring me to New York before I got too big and the walking would do me in."
"Smart man," he quips.
Finally a soft smile emerges on her face. He sits back further on the bed resting on the headboard. She stays in between his open legs. He covers them both with the blanket. "We took the train up from DC. We were only going to stay one night. He had all these things planned for us to do. However shortly after we got here it began pouring buckets."
"Oh no," he looks at her hair.
"Oh yes. We both got soaked. My hair looked ten times worse than it does now," she chuckles. "Chris felt horrible because he checked the weather and it made no mention of rain. All our clothes in our bags got soaked too. We checked into our hotel looking like drowned rats."
"So what happened Livy? Did you get to do anything?"
"Luckily we stayed at a really nice hotel who hooked us up with clothes to borrow until ours we're clean and dry. It was like the sky opened up and millions of gallons of rain dumped on Manhattan at once. It was cold, wet and the wind was whipping outside. We just stayed in the room all night," now she blushes.
By the look on her face Fitz does not have to ask what they did to past the time. He'll if she was his back then he'd do the same thing.
"So the next day what did you do?"
"We were both sick. He had bronchitis and I caught the flu. I had a fever, and sore throat. We spoke to the hotel and they hooked us up on the room for another night because we were both too sick to travel. To this day I still send the hotel staff something for their kindness. I send business their way all the time. Finally the next morning we were well enough to travel home to DC."
"I'm so sorry," Fitz murmurs. "My first time travelling on Air Force I got sick." Her eyes raise at his admission. "It picked me up for my Inauguration and I had eaten something that disagreed with me. I was fine until I got onboard. Once we took off I was in the bathroom sick. Not a fun maiden voyage."
She nestles her head into his chest. "We make a good pair then huh."
"We make the perfect pair," he sighs.
"Christopher wanted to make my first visit here so special. We had so much to celebrate. He planned on bringing me back here for our honeymoon. We were supposed to get married after his last tour but you know what happened," she whimpers. "He never….," her words catch in her throat as the tears threaten to spill. "Christopher nev-,"
"I know Livy." His heart breaks for her.
"I loved him so much but then I met you and YOU changed my life," she admits kissing his lips. He sighs as her lips repeatedly kiss him again and again. His arms wrap around her frame needing her closer.
"He loved you and Emmalynn very much. He was very lucky to have you both," Fitz sighs. "As am I."
She gazes deeply into his sparkling blue eyes. "I know he did. I'd like to believe he was watching over Emmalynn and I, keeping us safe until I met you. I love you more than anything Fitz. I want you remember that always." She cradles his face in her open palm. Fitz nestles his cheek into her warm hand.
"I know Livy. And I love you," he sighs.
"I'm sorry," she admits. Now he's confused all over again. "I ruined breakfast and our day by bringing up Chris."
Fitz lifts her then places her in his lap to face him. Her knees on the mattress next to his upper legs. His large hands cocoon her face ensuring she cannot break eye contact. "You did no such thing Olivia. Christopher will always be a part of your life and Emmalynn's. I NEVER intend to replace him in any way for either one of you. I want you to talk about Chris as much as much as you need."
"It doesn't bother you," she questions unsure of what she is hearing. It boggles her mind that her current boyfriend would want to hear about her ex and Emmalynn's father. Yes Christopher is gone, he's no threat, but it's surprising Fitz is so relaxed hearing about their life together.
"No Livy." He presses his forehead against hers. Both his hands are around her face holding it delicately as if she'll crumble if he presses harder. "I know I am not the first man you've loved. I am totally okay with that fact."
"You are," she questions.
He smirks. "I think in some small crazy way I loved my ex-wife," she squints, "before she turned into the Wicked Witch." Now she laughs. "But I NEVER was in love with her. And I definitely had no idea being in love would feel this way." He kisses her again, soundly. She melts into his arms.
"I didn't either," she bites her bottom lip.
"You know the ONLY thing I care about now," she shrugs her shoulders. "As long as I am the last man you ever love because if any man threatens to take you or Emmy away from me it won't be pretty."
"Fitz you can't go all CAVEMAN every time a man comes by me, glances my way, or pays attention to me," she warns. "I'm not a prize to be won. You already have my heart." Her hands hold his face. "You are the last man I'll ever love." She kisses him then hugs him tightly. New tears leave his skin wet.
His heart flutters in his chest as her words wash over him like a warm shower. His hands go to her hips pulling her forward. "I. Love. You. And for the record I won't go all caveman on anyone, just Super-President and threaten to throw HIM into a hole for checking out my girl."
"Fitzgerald," she cackles. She smiles. "Ditto," she quips making him laugh.
"Come," he insists. "You are hungry and so am I. Then we'll shower, rest in bed," he winks. "Then head out for our date."
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What Can I Do For You...
Fitz finally finishes the pancakes and they sit for brunch. Fitz pesters Olivia about their breakfast being so late but he would not have it any other way. He's normally in the Residence or in the Oval doing minimal work on the weekends. He eats breakfast later but right now, this is perfect because he is with her.
They take turns feeding each other nibbles of pancake with syrup and powered-sugar. Visions of Olivia sprawled out in front of him, covered in the sugar flood into his mind. He slows his chewing to a snail pace watching Olivia eat. She is glancing out the window lost in the New York skyline to pay Fitz any mind.
It is when he places the next bite in her mouth does she notice the arousal pooling in his eyes. His pupils are huge as his mouth stares keenly at hers. He licks his mouth noting the syrup and powered-sugar on her lips and the corners of her mouth. Her eyes grow huge sensing what he's thinking.
"Fitz no," she snips in a pleading tone. "We can't," she scoots her chair away from him needing the space to increase between their two drawn bodies.
"We can't what," he moves closer.
"Fitzgerald," she deadpans not believing him one bit. "I know you are up to no good."
His hand goes over his heart pretending to be hurt by her comment. "Now Sweetheart," he coos moving even closer. He leans on his hand barely a foot away fluttering his baby blues bashfully. "What makes you believe I am up to anything? I am just watching my sexy ass girlfriend eat the pancakes I made," he blinks rapidly hoping to distract her.
She licks her lips closing the distance between them. Fitz eyes are drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He's aching to devour her upper and lower lips more than anything. In less than a minute, he's erect in his boxers ready to pounce on her like a male lion in need of his mate.
Two can most definitely play this game of cat and mouse. She abruptly stands up, pushes his chair back with him in it, then sits in front of him. She unbuttons her shirt, then pushes it open exposing her soft, sexy, mocha skin underneath his crisp white dress shirt. He swallows hard as her legs fall open showing herself to him fully.
"Liv," he croaks ready to launch both of them out of his chair onto the table.
"Yes," she answers with a voice dripping with need. His shirt spreads out further eventually falling on the table behind her naked body. She edges forward placing her feet on the sides of his chair. Her knees open wider. "How can I serve The President," she groans.
"Olivia," he growls.
"Yes handsome," she flutters her eyes bashfully. "Imagine me like sitting on YOUR desk in the Oval." He swallows hard imagining her in the Oval. "And what can I do for you?"
"Why does everything have to be contractual," he groans as his hard erect member pushes against his silk boxers.
"It does not have to be," she suggests wiggling her eye brows.
"Oh no," he gasps inching forward in his chair. His hands grip the chair to a point to numbness.
"No tell me what you want," she licks her lips looking him up and down. Her eyes take note of his large member straining to come out of his red silk boxers.
"You Olivia." His voice is hoarse as he holds himself back. The veins on his neck are protruding, along with sweat coming from his brow.
"How do you want me Mr. President," she breathes in a voiced full of utter desire.
A wicked smile appears on her face as she dips her fingers in syrup and sugar then dripping it over her breasts, trailing it down her sternum to her naval then ALL over her lower lips. She teases herself as her fingers caress her lower lips enticing him to make the first move.
If he WANTS this then he'll have to come for it and her. She won't deny him having his way with her any way he wants. She aches to have him just as much. When they return to DC who knows the next time they'll have this time to tease, and make love.
"Do you still want me now," she whimpers aching to find her own release.
"Yes," he grumbles.
She parts her legs even further apart. "Then take it Fitz."
"Olivia," he warns seriously afraid he'll physically hurt her. He's about to literally explode in his boxers watching her touch and bring herself to pleasure. However she is growing more frustrated because she NEEDS him inside her. She has not been with anyone since losing Chris. Fitz has awakened a need within her she never knew existed.
She ACHES, BURNS for his love and touch. It almost consumes her with need to have him.
"Fitz," she temps him further now touching her chest, swirling syrup over her chest. "Take me-," she manages utter until he finally pounces on her. His mouth attaches to her chest licking and sucking the syrup off while he slips his boxers down. She's writhing beneath him as his mouth laps up ever once of syrup and powered-sugar.
Before she can wrap her head around what's happening, his mouth dives into her lower lips devouring her like a man starved. "FITZ," she screams as he lifts her bottom off the table, then spreading her legs further apart, as his tongue enters her. It runs over her shaved folds, sensitive nub, sucking it HARD into his mouth.
"FITZ," she screams even louder as her hands pull his curls. He now has the upper hand. Fitz continues to "French kiss" her until his fingers enter her. "OH MY GOD," she bellows as she can no longer hold back the fire burning within her.
As it begins to bubble to the surface, he removes his mouth, the sits her on his hardened member. She gasps as his hands control her hips with him inside her. Olivia allows him to finally take control over her body. "I'm yours Fitz," she moans into his ear. "All of me. This body is ALL yours."
"Livy," he purrs as his lips suck her neck. "Say it again."
"I'm yours," she coos into his ear as his lips find her chest. He brings each one of her tight mounds in his mouth. He raises her to the tip of his member than slams her down. He moves her on his shaft like he's rowing a boat. The sensation is becoming too much. She feels him everywhere.
"I love you. Need you. Desire you. Always," he croaks. "So much."
"Forever," she admits just before his hips propel her upwards before slamming them both back down. His thrusts increase to a frantic pace as his own peek nears. "Let go Fitz," she begs. "I'm so close. I'm only waiting for you to-," she utters just as they let go together. He pushes her hard onto his shaft feeling her walls bring him deeper.
"Livy," he breathes into her neck. His arms snake around her body as his lips begin to kiss her chest, neck, cheeks then finally lips. Soon his large hands are palming her face. Their eyes meet in a love filled haze. "I love you."
"I love you too," she bits her lip. "At least this time we actually ate first."
Her comment gives Fitz the giggles. "That my dear is a good thing." He slips out of her then they walk to the shower. As Fitz turns on the water, Olivia stands in front of the mirror. Her eyes widen noticing bite marks, and small hickeys in places only Fitz's lips have been.
"Holy shit," she gasps examining her body.
Fitz turns unable to hide the smug grin on his face. "Fitz is this is not funny. Look at all these marks," she snips. "Lord all mighty."
He chuckles. Olivia becomes upset tossing cold wet face cloth at his head. He ducks out of the way. "Livy I can't help it."
"What do you mean you can't help it," she grumbles.
He strolls up behind her to wrap his arms around her. "You taste incredible." His voice dips dangerously low. Her body begins to react to him again. "I'll never have enough of you. They say you can have too much of a good thing, but in this case NOT perfect thing. Every time I kiss you, touch you, TASTE you, I ONLY want more."
"Fitz," she protests attempting to break away.
"I know you feel the same way about me Sweetheart. Now that you've had ALL of me, will it ever be enough," Fitz inquires with in a pleasing tone.
"No," she sighs. "But I at least didn't leave freaking bite marks all over your body. I'm just grateful no one can see them."
"I can fix that," he teases as his mouth hovers over her neck where she would be unable to hide anything.
"Oh hell no," she growls, breaking free of his grasp. He laughs as she finally steps into the shower. They wash each other slowly, with special luffa sponges filled with the best smelling bath soap she's ever smelt. Its aroma enters her lungs as Fitz washes her entire body, then gives her an adorable smile glancing up at her hair.
"Oh fine," she chuckles, giving him her shampoo. She moans in a tone, causing Fitz to become aroused behind her. She can feel his hardening member raising as he massages her scalp. "You are supposed to be turning me on remember."
He leans down to whisper into her ear. "I know. Stop making sounds like I'm in you already, taking you against this wall, and maybe I'll calm down." She giggles. "This is not funny Livy. I was fine until I started giving you head."
His words cause her to immediately cackle. Fitz then realizes it and begins laughing too. She turns to face him as his hands begin to wash her shampoo from her curls. "Fitz aren't I supposed to be giving you head."
"Yah-yah," he blushes. He kisses her lips then is thankful he is no longer ready to jump her again. She hands him her conditioner then it's worked into her hair. To make sure he does not miss her edges, she uses her hands on top of his to show him what to do. He loves it even more, as she shows him how to work the conditioner from her edges and roots to the ends of her curls.
He of course gets the hang of it and won't stop until her eyes begin to close. "Livy," he coos. Her eyes open. "No sleeping on me in the shower. I want you to return the favor." She smiles then assists him rinsing out the conditioner. It is his turn next and of course he uses a shampoo-conditioner two in one combination.
She glances at the bottle then him. "What Sweetheart?"
"Two and one really," she grumbles. "I freaking wish I could do that and not have my hair turn into a huge fluff ball."
"So what do I have to do to see that happen," he quips.
"Hey," she playfully shoves him away.
"I love you," he sighs bringing her back into his arms.
"You dang well better," she smirks as she washes his hair. He loves the feel of her fingers in his hair. She watches his eyes in his head as her fingers remove all the soap.
After a few more sweet kisses, they finish and step out of the shower. He wraps her in a white plushy towel, then of course she returns the favor. They take turns drying the other off. The soft white fleece robs are hanging in the room. Olivia assist Fitz into his then wrap her arms around him from behind.
Fitz exhales deeply as he nuzzles her face into his back. He loves this "odd" but good feeling she gives him as she does this. It is his turn to experience safety, only she can provide. He releases her arms around his waist, then places her in front of him. He returns the favor dressing her in the fluffy robe.
Instead of tying it, he leaves it open. "Fitz," she questions just as his arms snake around her naked frame and she's up in his arms. She snickers as her arms drape across his broad shoulders, as he carries her to their bed. He places on the comforter, then himself on top of her with his robe open.
They are skin to skin. His eyes laced partly with passion, and love take her in underneath him freshly showered. He removes the towel from her hair, smiling as her natural curls sprawl out behind her head. With no hair products any kind in them, they – NO SHE is even more beautiful. He is entranced by the urge to touch them.
"Go ahead," she urges.
"Huh?"
"I know you want to," she quips.
He plays dumb. Lowering his head to her lips he whispers. "And what do you think I want?"
"My hair," she winks. He bites his lower lip. "You are aching to run your fingers through my curls."
"And if I am," he plants a short kiss on her lips.
"Then do it," she commands. "It's not like I allow my hair to be this way every day. It's going to take me forever to style it before we leave. So touch it."
Her words stun him. Fitz is fully aware how woman are about having their hair touched. He sits up taking her with him. She's straddling his lap. Olivia reaches the towel drying her hair off more, then once most of the water is out, she tosses it to the side. "Touch it."
"No."
She rolls her eyes. Now he's terrified. "Fitz touch it. You just washed it in the shower for goodness sakes. I'm not going to bite you." He wiggles his eyes. "Stop it," she scolds. "Go for it Mister. I promise it won't hurt if you run your fingers through."
"You sure," he questions.
"Yes," she answers growing frustrated. "I've only allowed a 6 people in recent history to touch my natural hair. Be the seventh."
Fitz smirks. "You didn't let me go first."
"No but you can be the 7th," she jests.
Slowly he raises his fingers, then slowly begins to rake them through her natural curls starting from the scalp to the ends. His smile grows wider as his fingers act like a comb. She too loves it and is making sure he knows it. After a minute of his hands in her hair, he buries his nose in her head, sniffing her shampoo and conditioner.
"Fitz," she giggles as they tumble backwards on the bed due to the fact he became too excited. Their eyes lock. "What?"
"Wow," he utters in awe of her beauty.
"Wow," she sighs as her fingers now find their way to his curls. He groans in approval, lowering his head to bury it in her neck. "It's a whole new world after we leave here isn't it."
He exhales deeply hearing the uncertainty in her voice. Fitz raises his eyes to meet hers. He stands up, then assists her in getting off the bed. He walks them to the window out looking the rest of Rockefeller Center and City below. He wraps his arms around her from behind then places his head on her shoulder.
He plants kisses on her neck just under her ear. "It's a whole new world Livy, but it's nothing to be afraid off," he whispers as his eyes glance out into the city. "Do you know why?"
"Because we're in this together," she answers with confidence. She believed it before this weekend but it's more so now. They gave each other more than their bodies this weekend, Olivia and Fitz souls, hearts, and minds mated and no other can tear them apart.
"We in this together Sweetheart," he mutters. "And I'm never letting you go," his grip tightens.
"Good. I'm not letting you go either," Olivia admits with confidence. She turns to face him. "Now Mr. President you are going to get your things and get ready in the other room. I have a date with sexy hot boyfriend I need to prepare myself for. I cannot have him find you here. I don't need to handsome men fighting over me."
Fitz breaks out laughing absolutely loving when she uses his title as President to make him jealous of himself, which he falls for – every time.
"Oh Yah. I'll fight this MAN for you Livy." He jumps away from her quickly then puts his fists up in the air "Where is he. I'll knock he head off for making a play on my girl." He punches the air spinning in circles looking for this "boyfriend" of hers.
Now it's her turn to laugh. "You're incorrigible. And an idiot."
He stops to stare at her. "I am NOT an idiot. I have a PH.D and a Road Scholar," he huffs dramatically.
"So that mean's squat," she chastises. "I'm still smarter than you."
He smirks yanking her into his arms. He dips her backwards, planting a huge kiss on her lips leaving her momentarily winded. He breaks away when they are both in need of air. Her eyes flutter open to meet his. "That I would have to agree with. What would I have to do to hire you?"
"Not going to happen Mister," she disputes as he continues to cradle her in his arms.
"Because," he probes even though he is fully aware of the answer.
"You'd never get any work done because you'd be too busy looking for me or AT me. Instead of studying your briefs,"-
"I'd be looking at yours," he flickers his eyelids flagrantly. She giggles. "Especially if you were red." Now she blushes. She fully intends on keeping the gown to wear again. "So are you MY lady in RED or his Olivia Pope?"
"I don't know," she teases biting her lip. "Wine, and dine me tonight then take me to bed. Make love to me all night and I'll let you know." Her fingers twirl in his messy curls.
Fitz rumbles only making her want him more. "Consider it handled."
She kisses him deeply then they break apart in order to get ready for a very special date only Fitz as President can provide….;-)
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And provide he shall, in a very romantic way.
Yes that is it for this very much loved, missed (I apologize), and needed fluffy Olitz story. You got plenty of M rated sugars in this chapter. Many of us are unwrapping gifts so I figured why not Fitz and OP too. It is Xmas Eve & I am in a giving mood.
Leave me your thoughts and #MilkNCookies where you think he's taking her for their date. It is truly a special place only The Big Apple can provide. So obviously you are getting another chapter of them in NY. Yah-who.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year…
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