A/N: So sorry this update took so long. I went on vacation for a bit and didn't have any time to write. I promise the next one won't be so long coming.

In my bedroom, I turned on music. Sam Smith's smooth crooning filled the room. I put the song, "Nirvana," on repeat then began slipping off my clothes. I slipped on a black satin thong that Fitz had nearly destroyed on many occasions then climbed into bed. I settled back against my pillows then picked up my phone to dial his number.

"Hello," he answered quizzically.

"Hey," I cooed in a sexy voice.

"Where are you? Are you coming back?" he asked.

"I was," I giggled in a sexy voice. "But I got distracted."

"By what?" I heard shuffling and guessed he was sitting up in bed.

"How soft my skin is," I crooned, running the nails on my free hand up my thigh. I gasped and heard his breath hitch. I put him on speakerphone then put the phone next to my head on the pillow. I repeated the gesture with both hands and he groaned when I gasped louder. "I love how rough your hands are against my skin. You always give me goose bumps, baby."

"Yeah?" His voice was thick.

"Do you wanna know what I'm wearing?" I asked in a breathy voice.

"Yeah," he answered almost immediately.

"That little black thong that you love," I purred. "The one that you're always so eager to get off me."

"Yeah?" he replied.

I laughed. "You know, for someone who talks for a living, you're awfully tongue-tied." He muttered something unintelligible. I laughed again. "I love when you don't shave. The way the stubble on your chin scrapes my inner thighs," I simulated the sensation by running my nails up the inside of my thighs and moaned. Fitz groaned my name. I wondered if he was as turned on as I was. I had never been particularly good at phone sex, being shy about that sort of thing, but it seemed I could do anything with him. "I love when you lick me slowly. God, your tongue…" I rubbed my nub of nerves between my thumb and forefinger the way he did with his lips and whimpered at the sensation. A shiver of electricity ran up my spine and my hips rocked. "Oh God, Fitz… Do you wanna know what gets me really hot?"

"God yes," he whispered. I wondered if he was rock hard, if he was going out of his mind. I hoped he was.

"I love when you bend me over and take me hard. It drives me crazy when you pull my hair." I was surprised by how wet I was when I ran my middle finger between my lips. The memory of us together never failed to get me hot. "The first time, that night I got in bed with you, I was sure people would think you were killing me because I was screaming so loud. The way you held my hips and slammed into me…" I was panting and my legs were beginning to shake. I slipped one finger in my slick channel and cried out, eliciting a groan from him. "Are you touching yourself baby?" His groaned response made my hips rock off the bed. I slipped another finger inside, aching for him. Knowing he was so close but still so far away drove me crazy. I completely forgot that I was supposed to be bad at phone sex and focused on the tornado swirling in my stomach. "Are you hot? Talk to me baby."

"I love how hot and tight you are, and your taste… God, baby, you taste so good." He groaned and I worked my fingers faster and harder, whimpering as I barreled toward sweet oblivion. He went on, "If I had my way, I'd eat you for hours. I'd gut you like fruit."

"Oh God," I cried, electricity shooting through my limbs. I was so close. Breathing became a whole body task.

"I love how wet you get for me, and how you pull my hair, and how your moans turn into screams when you're close and your eyes roll back…" His groaned were coming faster and I knew he was as close as I was. My eyes rolled back and I swirled my fingers, my hips rocking off the bed. "When I woke up and you were in my bed… I couldn't believe it. And when I woke up again and you were on top of my, I almost came right then." I pinched my stiff nipples, knowing it wouldn't be long. I ached for him. "I love taking you from behind. Smacking your ass and pulling your hair… Oh God, Liv, I love your ass."

"I'm…so…close," I gasped. I rubbed my bundle of nerves with one hand and slammed the fingers on the other into my quivering opening, my hips rocking so hard that my bed springs groaned. "Fitz!"

"Fuck!" he rasped. "Me too baby!"

"I love how tight you hold me when you cum! And when you bite my neck I—" I was practically screaming, my whole body wound so tight that all I wanted to do was snap.

"I love how your eyes snap shut and your whole body freezes right before you cum," he groaned. "Do it now baby. I wanna see it!"

I had only a brief moment to open my eyes and see him standing in the doorway of my room and wonder how long he'd been there before I leapt off the cliff into blessed oblivion. Electricity shot from my toes to the top of my head and I screamed his name over and over again.

"Absolutely beautiful," he replied, smiling at me.

When the tremors settled down, I felt him climb onto the bed. I looked over at him. "Did you cum?"

"Not yet. Get on your hands and knees." I did as he said immediately. He pulled my thong off and I arched my back, giving him a good angle. I gasped at the feeling of him pressing against my entrance. I was so ready, so anxious to cum again. He leaned over me and pulled my arms out in front of my so that I was resting on my elbows. I was a little anxious about that angle. Fitz was more than well-endowed and I was a little afraid of not having any way to brace myself. He asked, "Are you ready?" I nodded sheepishly and dropped my head, crying out when he entered me.

Now the room is so hazy, we're too lost in the fumes
I feel like it's just me and you,
Yeah we got nothing to lose

"Are you this wet for me? Did thinking about me taking you make you all wet?" he hissed in my ear, bringing tears into my eyes with his rough strokes.

"Yesss," I hissed, my knees already shaking.

"Is this my pussy?" he groaned against my neck.

"God yes," I moaned back. "It's yours. All yours."

His hands slipped from my waist to run up and down my thighs, leaving fire in their wake. He pulled me back against him hard, making my body spasm. His right hand went to my hair and he tugged it firmly, sinking in deeper. The need to explode curled tightly in my belly. It wouldn't be long. He commanded, "Say you belong to me."

"I belong to you," I acquiesced immediately. I had never been so pliant to anyone. I pushed back against him hard. "Please Fitz…please baby…make me cum. Oh God…let me cum, please."

It's too late to run away from it all
It's too late to get away from it all
I'm done with running so I give in to you

"Do you need it?" he asked, teasing me.

"Yes, yes, yes!"I didn't recognize my own voice as I begged for what I needed. "Please!"

He pulled out to the tip, his lips on my neck, his heart hammering against my back. He began rubbing my clit furiously between his thumb and forefinger at the very moment that he slammed into me to the hilt and the levies broke. I lost track of everything as I fell apart in his arms. I didn't even realize he had exploded too until he collapsed on top of me, groaning my name against my damp flesh.

When we had both recovered a little, he pulled me off the bed and carried me into the bathroom. He set me on the cool tile floor in front of my full-length mirror, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. "I want you to see yourself when you cum."

My limbs felt boneless. I wasn't sure I would be able to hold my own weight, let alone keep my eyes open. "I can't… Not again…"

"You will," he replied simply, his fingers already sliding up and down my slit. I wondered how he could still have energy. I was aroused, and even a little curious to see what I looked like when I came undone, but I wasn't sure I could handle another orgasm without blacking out. He kneaded my butt cheeks like clay that was ready to be molded. He reached up with one hand pulled my hair back, leaning over me to place his lips close to my ear. "Look how beautiful you are."

He pushed inside me and my knees threatened to buckle. His hands clasped my hips to keep me upright. I bit my lip and my eyes closed when one of his hands ventured to the apex of my thighs and he rubbed my love nub. I was thankful for his firm hold on my left hip or I would have collapsed.

"Open your eyes," he commanded. I did as he said, not even realizing he couldn't see my face because my head was bowed. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so I could see us in the mirror. His face was red, his eyes smoldering as he squinting at me. His chest heaved as he his hips slammed against me, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to another explosion. He pressed on my love nub and my eyes snapped shut. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. He repeated, "Open your eyes."

I opened them and was immediately in awe of the sight of us together. His eyes never left mine as he pounded me and it wasn't long before the combination of him hitting my spot and the sight of us together had every nerve standing on end. "Oh God, Fitz! I'm so close!"

"Keep your eyes open," he commanded through gritted teeth. His nails dug into my skin and the little twinge of pain thrown into the mix of pleasure threw me over the edge. I struggled to keep my eyes open but managed to do so. I watched him come undone with a primal groan that made my insides tingle. I sat up and grabbed his hair, pulling his face down so I could kiss him. He wrapped his arms around, stopping my body from shivering.

"Oh baby, that was…" I wasn't sure what word to use for it.

"Unbelievable," he finished, rubbing my sides.

XXXXX

The next night, we snuggled on the couch while we watched Kiss the Girls. Fitz kept changing the channel, saying the killer's voice made him uncomfortable.

"Oh please," I scoffed, changing the channel back to the movie. "His voice is hot."

"If you'd read the book, you'd know that his voice is so wrong for what he's supposed to be conveying," he explained with a smirk. "Tony Goldwyn wasn't the right person for this role. They should've picked someone creepy."

"Ummmm, Tony Goldwyn is like the male Meryl Streep. He could play any part and be perfect," I replied, blinking at him.

He laughed. "You just think he's hot."

"He is," I replied.

He laughed. We finished the movie and he stood and stretched. "I've got a 7 am flight baby. I'll stop by and see you in the morning."

I stood and wrapped my arms around him. "No. You have to sleep here with me."

He smiled as he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. He pulled my covers back then put me in bed. "I can't. We both know I won't make my flight if I do, Livvie."

"Then miss your flight," I replied, giving him my best doe eyes. He was going to guest lecture at Columbia for two days and I was already missing him terribly. I sat up on my knees and wrapped my arms around him. "Stay. Come on. I'll make you breakfast in bed."

He smiled and kissed me. "That's tempting, but I have to go babe."

I stuck my bottom lip out at him. "Will you stay until I fall asleep?"

He sighed, smirking at me as he climbed over to lay on the other side of the bed. "You're so spoiled."

He wrapped his arms around me, his chin in the crook of my neck. I turned my head and kissed his cheek. "You know, you could stay forever."

I had been thinking about us living together for a few days. We had practically been living together since we'd met. Every other night we were in the other's dorm room or apartment. He sat up on his elbow and looked at me. "Really?"

"Yeah," I answered. "We spend the night together every night anyway. No sense paying two rents."

"That's true." He smiled at me. "But if I lived here, you'd find out I'm only in this for the sex and free cupcakes." I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. "We're gonna have to redecorate though. This room…"

I gave a playfully offended expression. "What's wrong with my room?"

"Nothing…if you were a ten-year-old girl," he teased.

"I happen to like my room," I replied, poking his side.

"It's cute," he agreed. "But I feel like the guy from To Catch a Predator is gonna pop out and any minute and bust me." We laughed and I poked his side again. "Seriously, all you're missing is a few One Direction posters."

I laughed, pinching his cheek. "I guess we could repaint. Maybe yellow…with a mint accent wall! And maybe striped curtains! Oh and some flower shadow boxes. It'll be so cute and grown up!"

"We're gonna have a million of those little pillows on the bed, aren't we?" he asked.

"Maybe a few." My mind was already buzzing. "The bed can be striped too, and we can pint black and white versions of all our pictures and make a collage on the accent wall above the bed. And we can split my office, and your bookshelves can go in the living room. And you can bring over that really big chair and replace my butterfly chair with it."

"What about my bed?" he asked.

"Well mine's bigger. And I figure if we sell your bed, we can get a dining room table, and really pretty dishes since neither of us has a nice set. I'm thinking square plates in a primary color. Oh and we can get His and Hers towels, and hampers too. This is gonna be so fun!" I squealed, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, and you can bring your TV over and point the big chair at it, and we'll use some of the money from selling your bed and few of my things that I don't need to get you an Xbox."

He smiled at me with the dreamiest look in his eyes. "I love you."

"I know. Isn't it the best?" He covered my face in kisses.

"I can't wait to have a hot dinner and a stiff drink waiting for me every night when I get home," he joked.

I laughed. "Do I look like June Cleaver to you?"

"Not yet, but we'll get you a nice apron and see what happens," he replied, tickling me.

"You're such a caveman." We laughed as he pulled me closer to spoon me.

A/N: So they're planning to move in together. Is that a good idea? Are they ready? Or is it about to hit the fan for our babies? Don't forget to review!