A/N: Well it hasn't been as long as it was the last time I updated so I hope y'all aren't too mad at me. This chapter contains an easter egg of sorts but I'm spilling nothing. Just read and see if you catch it.

*one week later*

The air raid alarm snapped Olivia awake at dawn. She sat up and shook Fitz, who hadn't stirred, urgently. "Fitz! What's that noise? Wake up!"

He blinked awake and sat up sleepily. "What is it, Livvie?"

"What's that siren for? What's wrong?" She looked frantically at the dark window.

Fitz yawned. "That's the air raid alarm. It goes off all the time. It's almost always a false alarm."

He tumbled out of bed and schlepped to the window, pulling back the sheer white curtain and looking out. The street below Olivia's new apartment was empty. He shut the curtains then went back to the bed and sat down. He yawned again. Olivia sat on her knees behind him, her hands on his shoulders. "Why does it go off if nothing's wrong?"

Fitz shrugged. "Empty threats, suspicious messages, never anything too serious."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't like it. It's scary."

Fitz turned to pull her into his lap. He kissed her forehead. "Nothing's ever gonna happen to you with me around, Livvie. I promise."

Olivia cuddled closer. "I'll just be glad when this whole war business is over. I worry about you so much."

Fitz kissed her lips, resting his forehead against hers. "Do you think I'd let something as silly as a war take me away from you? I'd kill Hitler himself if he got in the way of me spending the rest of my life with you."

"I just…" She didn't even know why her eyes were wet and her throat was dry.

Fitz kissed the streaks of tears off her cheeks. "Don't cry, baby."

"I'm sorry. I don't even know why I'm crying. I feel so silly." She wiped at her eyes and sniffed, willing herself not to cry for his sake. She'd never been much of a crier but there she was, practically blubbering. She wiped at her eyes again. "I'll stop. I promise."

Fitz wiped her eyes with his thumbs. "Don't you go getting all soft on me, now."

"I'm being ridiculous." She couldn't stop her tears. She slipped off his lap and went to the bathroom where she wiped her eyes with tissue and sat on the edge of the tub. Her ring glinted in the yellow light from the small bathroom's hanging bulb. A sliver of sunrise peeked through the bottom slat of the blinds.

Fitz appeared in the doorway a moment later with a mug in his hands. "I made you a little coffee."

Olivia took the warm mug and was about to sip it when the smell hit her nose and roiled her stomach. She hastily handed the cup back and retched in the toilet. Fitz poured the coffee in the sink then knelt before her, pulling her hair back from her face. "Are you okay, Livvie?"

She nodded and wiped her mouth with tissue. "I think the scare of that siren has me a little ill."

She brushed her teeth with Fitz hovering in the doorway. When she was finished, he lifted her little body into his arms and carried her back to bed. He combed through her loose hair with his fingers, his other arm wrapped snugly around her. Olivia breathed in his clean scent, nuzzling his neck.

"I've got to get back to the base before morning drills," he said.

Olivia blinked awake, having just nodded off, and looked at the clock. It was 5:15. "I've got to be at the hospital at 7."

Fitz smiled down at her. "That's right. It's your first day. Are you excited?"

Olivia nodded. "I'm a little queasy. But it's that time of the month so…"

"I don't get how women go through that every month. You're bleeding—quite a bit from what I understand—and you just go on doing everyday stuff like it's nothing. If I woke up bleeding, I'd probably faint."

Olivia chuckled. "It's not really the bleeding that's the bother. All you need is a tampon and it's not even a factor anymore. But the cramps and the bloating are a pain. Not to mention that you're an emotional wreck."

They lazed in bed until the little cuckoo clock in the corner chimed 6 then got up and showered separately for the sake of not getting caught up in bathing each other. Olivia didn't have time to dwell on the fact that she didn't need a tampon. She thanked God there wasn't another factor to make her day even mroe unpleasant as the air raid siren went off again. With a kiss and a promise of a lunch date, Fitz walked Olivia to the bus stop and sent her off to work before heading to the barracks. Olivia rode the bus next to a woman with a chubby redheaded little boy who was fascinated by the shiny buttons on Olivia's white uniform. He reached for them eagerly, babbling in the sweet way that babies do.

"Hello," Olivia cooed, smiling as he finally got a hold of one. He laughed triumphantly, twisting the button. He scrambled off his mother's lap and onto Olivia's to get ahold of the buttons at the top of her uniform. Olivia laughed as she held him. He smelled like powder and chocolate, which Olivia noticed rimmed his plump rouge lips. She guessed he'd had pudding for breakfast. He laughed sweetly, enjoying himself as his mother finally got to look at the newspaper. Olivia grabbed one of the little blue buttons on his short navy overalls. "Look you've got them too!"

He looked down at his buttons and smiled his toothless grin, patting them as he babbled proudly. Olivia smiled and took his nose. "Oop I've got your nose!"

He laughed, trying to pry open her hand to get his nose back. Olivia smiled at him. "You're so precious! I could just take you home! Would you like that? Do you want to come home with me and be my little boy?"

His mother chuckled and replied in a thick English accent, "You'd just as soon bring him back. He's up night and day, tearing the house to bits. His nan keeps him all day while I'm at work at the post office and she sugars him up with every sweet you can imagine. Fed him pudding this morning. Can you imagine feeding a baby pudding for breakfast? Course when I was a child, it was all porridge and beets, but this one gets away with bloody murder."

Olivia chuckled. She could remember all the sweets her grandmother had stuffed her with growing up. She pinched his chubby cheeks. "I'd still take you home. Just to pinch these cheeks all day."

The little boy giggled, bouncing on Olivia's lap. He continued playing with her buttons until they got to her stop then gave a backwards wave as she handed him back to his mother. She walked the three blocks to the hospital then went inside and took the elevator to the fifth floor. The elevator's rocking made her stomach roil and she had to lean against the wall and take slow deep breaths to keep from vomiting. When the elevator came to a stop, she stepped off and went to the nurses' desk, side-stepping children in hospital gowns milling about.

XXXXX

The phone was ringing when Olivia entered her apartment. She wondered who could be calling and guessed it was someone for the old woman who had lived there before her as she went to answer it.

"Hello," she said politely, hoping whoever it was spoke enough English for her to explain where the old woman had gone.

"Olivia! It's Teddy! I found your number in Fitz's stuff and I've been calling all day but you haven't answered! It's bad Liv! It's so bad!" He sounded like he was crying and she didn't doubt that he was. Fitz had explained that Teddy was a sensitive boy and that the army had failed to toughen him up as Teddy had hoped it would.

"What's bad? What's happened?" Olivia clutched the phone so hard she thought it might break.

"We got into a skirmish in a field and Fitz got hit. He took a bullet to the head! They took him to the hospital! It's so bad Liv! It's so bad! You've gotta come! He's at St. Anne's infirmary."

Olivia wasn't sure if she would faint or vomit or die on the spot. She took a deep breath, crying quietly so Teddy wouldn't hear and get more upset. "I'll meet you there!"

She hung up the phone and turned to run out of the apartment. She wasn't aware of anything as she ran the 15 blocks to St. Anne's infirmary. She had applied for a job there but they had denied her, saying they had enough nurses. Olivia suspected they meant she wasn't the right color but she didn't press the issue. She'd seen enough broken men to take the rejection as a blessing in disguise. Working with the children was much more pleasant. She reached the infirmary doors and a man's body nearly knocked her off her feet. She hadn't even seen him, so intent on getting to Fitz.

"You can't go in there. It's white's only, girl," he said, frowning at her.

Olivia wiped her eyes and looked up at him. He was shorter than Fitz but taller than her, and thick glasses. She briefly thought it was a miracle he was allowed to enlist with such thick spectacles. He had to be as blind as a bat to need such glasses. "You don't understand. My fiancé is in there, possibly dying."

"That's not possible," he replied.

"Yes it is!" She dug into her purse frantically, pulling out Fitz's dog tags to thrust in his face. "My fiancé is Captain Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. He was brought in earlier today unconscious with a gunshot wound to the head and I need to see him!"

"Well you can't. Sorry." He frowned when she burst into tears.

Olivia leaned against the stair rail and sobbed unabashedly. If there was ever an inopportune moment for a race issue, this was surely it. She was still sobbing when Teddy appeared before her, having just come out of the infirmary. "Olivia! I've been looking all over for you."

"He won't let me in," she blubbered, pointing to the soldier who was looking at anything but her and sagging against Teddy's small frame. He wasn't much larger than her but he held her anyway.

"Shit. It's okay Olivia. Fitz is okay. The bullet was just a flesh wound. He's unconscious cause he's in shock. He's gonna be fine."

"But I can't see him!"

"He won't be in there long. He'll be up and about before you know it." Teddy looked back at the soldier pleadingly. "Can't you make one exception? For the lady?"

The soldier's eyes reluctantly drifted back to them. His mouth was a thin, determined line. "It's the law, kid."

Teddy frowned at him then looked back at Olivia. "Come on, Liv. I'm gonna walk you home."

"I just wanna see him," she whimpered. Teddy had never imagined a woman like Olivia could seem so little and helpless. He walked her back to her apartment, half-dragging her up the stairs because it seemed her legs had given out. She had stopped crying by the time they reached her front door, settling into a catatonic silence.

"Are you gonna be okay, Olivia? Do you want me to stay here with you for a little while?" Teddy watched as she filled a tea kettle then put it on the stove, moving robotically, her eyes glazed over with something he couldn't name.

"What?" She looked at him like she hadn't heard him because she hadn't.

"I asked if you wanted me to stay here for a little while. At least until go to bed. You don't look so good." She looked like she might fall over dead at any moment.

She shook her head. "No. I'll be fine. I'm gonna have some tea and go to bed. You should get back to the base. They're probably looking for you."

Teddy knew she was right. He had just disappeared without a word. He watched her take a seat at the small kitchen table, her eyes not focused on anything in particular. She twisted her engagement ring absently. Teddy walked over and touched her shoulder. She jumped like she'd forgotten his presence already. "I'm gonna go but you can call the base if you need anything."

Fitz had said the same thing to her the night before when the air raid alarm had gone off incessantly. She had gotten used to the noise in the past week so that she didn't jump whenever it sounded but it still bothered her. She only nodded and Teddy squeezed her shoulder then left her alone.

A moment later, the kettle screamed. Olivia made herself a cup of tea which she promptly vomited up then went to bed. She slept fitfully, waking every hour. She cried at dawn, sitting back against the headboard and hugging her knees to her chest. When she couldn't cry anymore, she showered and dressed in her work uniform then promptly threw up her breakfast. She couldn't keep anything more than ginger ale and crackers down. She guessed she'd picked up a bug in the hospital. Children sneezed and coughed and breathed on her with no regard. Most of the nurses scolded them for it but she hadn't the heart. She left her apartment and headed for the military base.

"Who's in charge here?" she asked a wiry red-headed man who was taller than Fitz. He seemed almost too tall to live normally, his limbs twice the length of hers.

"Colonel Beene. He's in there." He pointed an impossibly long arm at a door on the opposite end of the hall. Olivia nodded then headed for it, squaring her shoulders and raising her chin. There would be no tears. She was going to be straightforward and collected. She knocked on the door then entered without waiting for an answered. Colonel Beene was a paunchy man with white-blonde hair and a ruddy complexion. He looked at her with bleary eyes that told her whiskey was his closest companion.

"Colonel Beene, my name is Olivia Pope and my fiancé is in St. Anne's infirmary and I'm not allowed to see him. Is it possible to have him moved somewhere else?"

His eyebrows raised as he looked her over. "Your…fiancé…is in St. Anne's? Are you sure? I think you might be mistaken."

"No sir I'm not. My fiancé is Captain First Class Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. He went to St. Anne's yesterday after taking a bullet to the head." She pulled out the dog tags and lay them on Colonel Beene's desk.

He picked them up and examined them, surprised that they were real. He looked back at her, his eyes drifting to her left hand where sure enough there was an engagement ring. He couldn't come up with any scam she could be running by coming to see him, but she was asking him to meddle in things that he didn't care to bother in. "Ma'am, I can't—"

Much to her chagrin, tears welled in her eyes. "I just want to see my fiancé! Why can't you have him sent somewhere else? I work at the hospital. Why can't he go there? Please don't turn me away!"

The colonel's face reddened. He hated crying women. "Ma'am if you'll stop crying, I'll see what I can do."

Olivia nodded, wiping her eyes with Fitz's handkerchief that she carried everywhere with her. He took a seat and picked up his phone then dialed a number, pointing to the chair behind her. Olivia sat down, still dabbing her eyes. The colonel tapped his fingers on his desk for a few minutes. "Yes, this is Colonel Cyrus Beene from the 27th Division. One of my men is in your facility and I need him moved to the hospital across the street. … Yes, Captain Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. … His fiancé is requesting the move. … You wouldn't believe me if I told you. … That sounds good. Thank you."

He looked back at Olivia. "They'll have him moved by the end of the day. I hope that's all you need."

"Yes sir. Thank you." She didn't smile at him, sensing that their contempt for each other was mutual. "Good day, Colonel."

She left his office and headed for the bus stop. She wasn't sure how she would manage an 8-hour shift with Fitz on her mind, but as Fitz would say, "duty calls." She rode the bus to work, staring out the window.

Fitz had to live. There was nothing else in the world for her but him. She couldn't go back to Georgia. She had known a love too strong for comprehension and settling for anything less would have been worse than dying. She couldn't imagine not having him when she'd built a world of dreams for them. She could see it so clearly: five kids, three girls and two boys, with her smile and his eyes, freckles and unruly curls everywhere, running around on Sunday mornings; she could see herself, swollen and glowing with number six, telling them to settle down before they ruined their Sunday best; she could see him agreeing with her then winking, telling them it was okay and starting the mischief all over again. It was too close, too real, too necessary for it to all be snatched away so flippantly.

At work, she listened to children prattle about how it would be winter and snowy soon, most of them only speaking a bit of English learned in school. She nodded and agreed, read them stories to quiet them to sleep, made them take their medicine and eat their vegetables, changed their bandages. Fitz was always in the back of her mind. She imagined he looked much like he did when she first encountered her, like he was asleep.

Olivia practically ran to the elevator when her relief arrived. She rode impatiently to the first floor, not even noticing the elevator's rocking. She walked briskly to the desk and waiting frantically for the nurse to finish her phone call. The woman finally hung up and looked at her congenially. "My name is Olivia Pope. My fiancé Fitzgerald Grant was transferred here today from St. Anne's Infirmary. Do you know where he is?"

The woman checks a stack of papers then looked back at Olivia. "He's in room 308. Unconscious the chart says."

"Yes ma'am I know. Thank you." Olivia smiled then headed back for the elevator. She noticed the rocking this time, or rather the way it made her stomach roil. The bumpy bus ride had had a similar effect. She got off on the third floor and hurried to Room 308, pushing open the heavy door.

Fitz lay in bed, his head turned away from her. She approached fearfully. He looked just like he had the first time she'd seen him, his head bandaged where the bullet had grazed him. Her hand shook as she reached out to smooth his hair, her eyes stinging with tears she begged not to fall. He hated when she cried. She gasped when his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked at the blinding sunlight coming through his window then turned to face her. A smile spread over his face. "Hey, good looking. Fancy meeting you here."

Olivia laughed, if only to keep from crying. She fell onto the bed and held him tightly, laughing until the tears finally came. Fitz wrapped his arms around her as best he could since she was lying on the right one. Olivia held his face, her laughs stopping for a moment then resuming. Fitz smirked. "It's been a pretty rough day but I can't look that bad, Livvie."

Olivia made herself stop laughing. "I'm just happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you too, lady bird. Even if you are laughing at me." He popped the tip of her nose with his index finger and she caught his hand in hers, kissing his fingertips. She held onto his hand, pressing kissing his palm. His pulse thumped rhythmically under her thumb. Fitz pulled it away and took hold of the back of her head, pulling her down so she lay atop him. He kissed the crown of her head.

"How do you feel?" she asked, her voice muffled because her face was pressed to his neck.

"I'm hungry. Can I have fried chicken when we go home?"

Olivia laughed again, reaching up to hold his face. "You can have anything you want."

"Even breakfast in bed?"

Olivia looked up at him with a smirk. "I suppose."

He smiled at her reaching out to pinch her cheek. Olivia smoothed his hair back, her hand brushing over the square bandage covering what she guessed were stitches. She tentatively peeled it back. She counted 13 stitches closing up what she guessed had been a sizeable gash. The flesh was still red and swollen from contact. She covered the wound again and looked at him seriously. "You almost died."

"I know."

"Don't do it again."

"Okay."

She held his face, looking into his eyes. "This is the second time we're having this conversation. There won't be a third. That time I'm going to kill you myself. You promised me everything in the world and I intend to collect."

"Yes ma'am." He smiled as she leaned in to kiss him. She lingered for a while, her lips against his, until their pulses synchronized.

XXXXX

*four days later*

The sun gleamed on everything as Fitz and Olivia hurried up the stone courthouse steps. Fitz pulled her along, his steps much larger than hers.

"I can't believe you made us late to our own wedding. Sometimes I think you take forever just cause you can, Livvie."

"It's my wedding day. That calls for some special preparation." They walked into the cool, quiet courthouse. "Although, we could probably have shaved a few minutes off our time if you had just gone downstairs when I asked you to."

"It's ridiculous that you won't let me see you until we're in front of the judge."

"It's bad luck." She wore her purple silk bathrobe over her wedding dress and refused to remove it.

"Well I've taken a bullet to the shoulder, and one to the head, and gotten a concussion, and had the hell beaten out of me by a half dozen angry men, and I'm still in one piece. I'd argue I'm lucky enough to withstand some silly wedding day curse."

"You've been shot twice, once in the head, had a concussion, and had the hell beaten out of you. That sounds like a bit of bad luck, Fitz."

Fitz smirked as he signed them in. "Well I'm still in working condition and I'm marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. So we'll have to agree to disagree about my luck."

Olivia laughed. "We're already bickering like old married people."

Fitz smiled. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather get old with."

A clerk called their names and Fitz stood, offering Olivia his hand. "You've got the rings, don't you?"

"I thought you had them." He blinked at her, watching as her eyes widened with panic.

"I told you to grab them off the kitchen table! Honestly, you had one job, Fitz!" She scowled when he laughed heartily, doubling over.

"I've got them," he gasped between laughs. "I just wanted to see your face if you thought we didn't have them. It was worth it."

Olivia smirked, crossing her arms. "I've changed my mind. I don't wanna marry you."

Fitz smiled, pulling her to him by her waist. "Not even a little?"

A smile tugged at her lips. "Not even a little. But I've got the dress. And I want those diamonds so let's get this over with."

The judge was a large, round man with a cheerful face. If he'd had silver curls on his round head to match his beard, he might have looked like Santa Clause. Olivia slipped off her bathrobe and Fitz grinned at the sight of her in her mother's dress. It was the perfect shade of white, the calf-length charmeuse skirt billowing out from the tight off-the-shoulder bodice.

"Aren't you glad you waited to see me?" she asked as she put on her veil, draping the sheer tulle over her face.

"You have never been more beautiful, Livvie," he answered. He looked at the judge who grinned good-naturedly at them. "We're ready."

"You can't get married without witnesses," said a voice that made Olivia's head snap toward the door. Abby stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark blue sleeveless sheath dress. A man that Olivia guessed was George stood behind her, clad in his marine dress blues.

"Abby!" Olivia had promised herself that she wouldn't cry but tears welled in her eyes. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed Abby until she saw her. They hugged for a long moment, sharing a laugh. "How did you get here?"

"Well, when a certain army captain called to tell me he was marrying my best friend, I had to come see for myself," Abby replied.

Olivia looked back at Fitz in shock. He just smiled sweetly. "Well Abby was the one who convinced you to give me a chance so I figured we couldn't do this without her."

"And I certainly wasn't going to turn down an evening in Paris. Lord knows there's no glamour in Norway," Abby agreed.

"Oh hush, Abigail," George spoke up as he entered the judge's chambers. He smiled at Olivia. He was a thin man, taller than Abby, with dark hair cropped close to his head, and clear green eyes. "Hello, I'm George. It's nice to finally meet you. I would hope you don't believe the awful things Abby says about me in letters."

"Not a word," Olivia replied before enveloping him in a hug.

When they let go, George turned to Fitz and extended his hand. "Master Sergeant George Whelan of the 15th Division in Norway."

Fitz shook his hand. "Captain First Class Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III of the 27th Division of France, the 18th of Italy, and the 3rd in Berlin. It's nice to meet you."

"You too," George replied.

Fitz looked back at Olivia. "Are you ready, lady bird?"

"I suppose I am," she replied with a smile, stepping closer to him.

Abby held out a bouquet of red tulips tied with a blue ribbon that Olivia hadn't noticed. "You'll need these."

Olivia took them in one hand and held the other out to Fitz who took it then nodded at the judge. The judge's English was better than they'd expected. He looked at Fitz. "You have your own vows, yes?"

"Yes," Fitz answered. He looked back at Olivia with a smile. "I promise to always hold your hand, and open the door for you, and pull out your chair. I promise to buy you flowers for no reason, and always notice when you change your hair. I promise to share my French fries with you when you've eaten all yours and you're still hungry. I promise to take you dancing whenever you want, and sing to you any time you're sad. I'll always let you steal the covers, and put sugar in your coffee. I promise to hold you when you're cold, or sad, or just need to be held. I promise to let you have my jacket when you're cold even though I've told you a million times to bring a sweater. I'll tell you bedtime stories if you want, and always tell you silly jokes that you shouldn't laugh at because they're terrible. I promise to always put the toilet seat down. I will always kill the spiders, and kiss your burnt fingers, and help you reach things on the top shelf. I promise to be patient when you make us late, and when this life is over, I promise to wait on the other side for you because I know you'll be late to that too."

Olivia smiled at him, reaching beneath her veil to wipe her eyes. "I promise to always share my ice cream with you, and let you be right at least a few times a month. I promise to bake you sweets even though I shouldn't because you stuff yourself with them. I will always scratch your scalp and your back and iron your clothes because you won't do it. I will help you make breakfast because you can't do it alone, and eat your eggs even when they're runny. I promise to listen to baseball games with you even though I never know what's going on, and I will always leave the crossword puzzle half done because you like to finish it for me. I will pick up your dirty clothes because you forget. I will never go to sleep angry at you. I promise to always kiss you goodnight. I promise to flirt with you when you're old and gray, even though you'll be old and gray before me. And if there ever comes a day when we don't feel like this, I promise to make you fall in love with me all over again, even harder than the first time."

"I could never love you more than I do now. What do you want to do, ruin me?" Fitz asked with a grin.

"Yes," Olivia answered immediately.

Fitz laughed. "Good. That's what I want too."

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" the judge asked.

"I do," Fitz replied then slipped the tiny gold ring on Olivia's slender finger.

The judge turned to Olivia. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do." Olivia smiled as she slipped the ring onto Fitz's finger.

The judge looked back at Olivia. "You may salute your bride."

Olivia lifted her veil and Fitz took her in his arms, lifting her off her feet as he kissed her. Olivia laughed against his lips as her hands wound in his hair, the bouquet falling to the floor. Abby smirked when they didn't part. "You two can come up for air any time."

Fitz laughed as he let Olivia go. He smiled at her. "So what do we do now Mrs. Grant?"

"I think we should have a proper meal, Mr. Grant. Somewhere with good steak. Now that we're married, I intend to get very fat," Olivia replied with a laugh.

XXXXX

"We can't do that again," Fitz huffed as he lay back on the pillow. Olivia's naked body partially covered his. She smiled at him.

"Are you already getting old on me?" she teased as she straddled him.

Fitz smirked. "Not even a little. I just think if we do it again, the neighbors are gonna call the cops."

Olivia laughed, slipping out of bed. "I suppose we can turn on the radio."

She went to the corner and turned on the radio then turned the volume up, filling the room with jazz. Fitz smiled at her nude form. "You're getting a little beefy, Livvie."

She turned back to look at him with wide eyes. "Beefy? I am not!"

"Yes you are," Fitz insisted. "I like it."

Olivia smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is that right?"

"Yeah. Come here."

She smirked and sat on the floor. "No."

"Don't make me come get you, Olivia Carolyn. That's not going to end nicely." There was a darkness to his smile that made Olivia's insides quiver.

"I think I'll take my chances." Fitz leapt from the bed quick as a flash and Olivia attempted to crawl away but he was much faster than she thought, quickly but gently tackling her on the bedroom's carpeted floor.

"This was a terrible idea, Livvie," he breathed in her ear making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "Now I'm going to tie you down."

He carried her back to the bed and set her down on her knees then tied her wrists to the headboard with one of his ties, grinning deviously as she rested her weight on her elbows. "You really should learn to do as you're told, Mrs. Grant. I don't intend to teach you these lessons often."

Olivia wouldn't look at him, remaining defiantly silent. She enjoyed this dominant side of Fitz, recently discovered as they had more time to be alone. She liked to push him as far as she could. Fitz smirked, running his fingertip down her neck and over the back of her shoulder to her right breast. Olivia gasped when he pinched her already hard nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers as he did the same to the left. "It's okay if you don't talk back. You'll make other noises soon enough."

He slipped his left hand to her dripping center. "Already so wet. You're not enjoying this are you, naughty girl? Did you act out to get punished? I think you did."

Still she said nothing. Fitz smirked and caressed the lush right globe of her backside. She yelped when he slapped it unexpectedly. "Answer me."

"I…" She couldn't even remember what he'd asked her. His right hand toyed with her bundle of nerves, his left still caressing the stinging flesh of her backside. She decided to tell him anything. "No I didn't."

His hand came down at second time. "I think you're lying. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"No," she gasped, her hips rocking as her legs tremored. No one would ever have guessed the Popes' prim and proper daughter would enjoy such lascivious pleasures.

Fitz gathered her hair in his hand and pulled her head back so he could see her face. "Did you act out so I would punish you?"

"Yes," she admitted. She could feel the first tingles of her climax. There was no time to play or push his buttons. She needed the explosion she could feel building in her gut.

"Do you like being punished?" He let go of her hair, his fingertips dancing down her spine to her bottom. He could see his handprint emblazoned on her tender flesh.

"Yes," she replied instantly.

"Are you going to be a good girl so I won't have to do this again?" He inserted two fingers inside her, twisting them around as her hips bucked against him. He needn't move his hand as she was doing all the work for him.

"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against his hand.

"Yes what?" His hand came down on her backside again.

"Yes sir!" The levies broke and her body trembled wantonly for a moment before she froze as electricity shot through her veins. Fitz removed his fingers and plunged inside her to the hilt, restarting her tremors. She bucked wildly against him. Fitz smiled as he took hold of her hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other. He pushed her down so she was resting on her elbows. He leaned over, covering her body with his, and sunk his teeth into her neck. Olivia gasped as her knees shook. Fitz rocked her gently, his slow pace driving her crazy. She needed him to move faster but he was so deliciously deep in her channel that she couldn't think straight.

He kissed the curve of her jaw. "God you're squeezing me tight, Livvie. Do you like it when I treat you this way?"

"Yes," she gasped. "I love it."

"You naughty girl." He kissed her neck. "Should I be nice and help you finish or leave you wanting?"

"Please," she hissed, pushing back against him.

Fitz moved to rub her bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger. Olivia rocked against him desperately, so close to the edge. Fitz increased the pace of his hand and hips and soon she was loud enough to drown out the music, screeching her climax then collapsing beneath him. There was a moment of unbearable tension when Fitz thrust his hips into his wife's with a desperate force that made the bed knock against the wall frantically before his own climax erupted and he let out a throaty groan as he fell atop her.

Olivia turned her head to kiss his cheek. "I don't think the radio helped."

Fitz laughed. "Definitely not."

"Well, it's my apartment. I can fuck you loudly if I want."

Fitz's hand clapped her hip as he laughed. "Such a dirty mouth, Mrs. Grant. Are you trying to get punished again?"

"Maybe one more time before my husband comes home. He's a big scary soldier, you know."

Fitz laughed as he unbound her wrists then rolled off her. Olivia straddled him and smiled softly. "I love you. Have I told you that today?"

"Maybe a few times. But say it again just to be sure."

She lay atop him, kissing his lips. "I love you Mr. Grant."

"I love you too, Mrs. Grant."

A/N: So our babies got their wedding. And Abby showed up. Honestly that surprised me too lol. Don't forget to reviews! XOXO