Sleep for both of them is restless. The night drags on for what seems like days. Fitz is alone in Jerry's cold room, hugging one of his pillows and holding it close to him. He's not thinking about the fact that he's lying in his dead son's bed. In fact, the thought never once occurs to him. However, what he is thinking about, is the fact that this is the first night he's slept without Mellie in over a year. It's the first time that they've really fought since before Jerry had died. So he lays there, thinking and trying his hardest to get to sleep, which he knows is to absolutely no avail.
Mellie's night isn't much better. Of course, she at least has a snuggle buddy, who is sleeping as close as he possibly can to her. He's been so close to Mellie recently, Fitz was right. But she wasn't going to tell him he couldn't be. He was just a child, only a little over two years old, and being attached to his mother, especially after she had just had twins, wasn't that uncommon. Especially considering that most of the first year of his life, Mellie hadn't been there for him. So she tried to be there for him as much as she could be now. Either way, she can't sleep. She tries for hours, but when she looks over at the clock and sees that it's half past 3 in the morning, she slips out of bed, careful not to wake Teddy, and walks down the hallway into Jerry's room.
She's only in her panties and one of Fitz's shirts, but at this time, there's nobody in the hallway that she's worried about seeing her. She walks into Jerry's room and lies down next to Fitz, who luckily, had managed to get to sleep. Mellie pulls him into her arms, holding him close as she lays with his back to her chest and stomach, and she gently rubs his shoulder. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear her. She just felt the need to say it. She knew that he didn't mean what he had said earlier in a bad way, it had just hit her that way. Her motherly instincts had become so apparent lately and hearing her husband call their son a leech had just set her off.
He felt her arm around him and he woke up from his light sleep, hearing her apologize to him. Why she was apologizing was beyond him, but he wasn't going to get into that at the moment. "It's okay." He whispered back, which surprised Mellie, who had thought that he had been sleeping. He turned to face her and looked into her eyes as best as he could in the dark. "I'm sorry too." Fitz told her, rolling over and wrapping his arms around her tiny body. He brushed her dark hair out of her face and softly kissed her lips, pulling away after a few seconds.
"Are you wearing pants?" He asked, entangling their legs as he kissed her once more, this time with more intensity and passion.
Mellie giggled, shaking her head and kissing him back before responding. "No. Does it matter?" She asked, her hands toying at the hem of his shirt, hinting that she wants to do a little making up.
"Of course not." He responds, reaching down and slipping his hand into her lace panties. She shudders slightly, his hand cold as his fingers find their way in between her legs. He starts to rub her and her body immediately jerks, moans escaping her lips. "Tell me what you want, Mel." Fitz tells her, his fingers working their magic on her clit.
She stays silent, shaking her head slightly as she lifts her hips off of the bed. "Not here, Fitz. We can't do it here." She tells him, and he suddenly realizes where they are. It nearly ruins the moment, but he refuses to let it and instead nods and gets up, picking her up. "Teddy's still in our room." Mellie mumbled, letting him know that they couldn't go there, and obviously Fitz has other plans for them as he carries her down the hallway. His hands are gripping her ass and his lips are on hers, grinning as he pushes open the door to one of the many bedrooms and immediately slams her up against the wall. Her tongue is in his mouth within seconds and he's already ripping off her panties, tossing the torn fabric onto the floor.
Fitz wastes no time in getting Mellie on her back on the bed, and he takes off his boxers, climbing on the bed and crawling closer to her. Her legs are spread wide and he's staring at him hungrily. He has the same look on his face, but he's not staring at her, he's staring at the glistening oasis between her thighs. "No." Mellie tells him and he immediately looks up at her, dumbstruck. She pushes him off of her and slams him down onto the bed, smirking at him as she moves down his body, hovering over him. "We're gonna play a game. You can't touch me. If you touch me, I'll pull away and I won't let you finish."
He pouted and Mellie just giggled, taking his manhood into her hand and slowly moving her grip up and down. Fitz moaned, putting his arms under his head so that he wouldn't be tempted to touch her. One, he hated losing, and two, there was no way that he could stand her just stopping and leaving him hanging. He was determined to win this dirty little game that they had going on here. A few seconds later, she took him into her mouth, grinning as she heard the sounds of pleasure escape from her husband's mouth. He was loud, and she loved that oh, so much. She bobbed her head up and down and ran her tongue seductively over his head, just waiting to feel him touch her. But she never did.
She could tell he was close to his release, as his breathing got heavier and his moans got closer together. She continued at a quick pace and before she knew it, his hot load shot into her mouth and she swallowed, her tongue cleaning him up. Mellie giggled as she crawled back up his body, and he gripped her waist and flipped them over so that she was on the bottom now. "Your turn." He whispered as he wasted no time finding his way in between her legs. Spreading them wide, he leaned in closer to her and buried his face in between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her wetness.
"Ohh, Fitz..." Mellie moaned, closing her eyes tight and starting to squirm underneath him. She already had the urge to reach down and hold his head in place and push the back of his head so that he was closer to her. But she knew she couldn't. This feeling was already so great, so intense, and she couldn't possibly do anything to risk it. "Oh, baby, right there." She whispered as he began to suck on her clit, slipping a finger inside of her. He adds another after a few seconds, and she's wrapping her legs around him, surrounding his head with her thighs. He's skillfully moving his fingers and tongue, smirking as he hears his wife babbling absolute nonsense above him. Mellie lifts her hips up again, moaning loudly as she starts to get closer, her entire body beginning to shake. Fitz hooks his fingers inside of her, tapping her g-spot, and immediately, she's sent over the edge.
Fitz pulls away from her, his face covered in fluid, and he looks down at the huge wet spot underneath her. "Mels, did you just...?"
She sits up slightly, taking a few seconds to catch her breath before answering him. "Squirt?" She asks, nodding her head. "Yeah. I did."
"You won't say 'fuck me' because you're too much of a lady for it, but you just said squirt like it's been in your vocabulary for years?" He raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever done that before?"
Mellie nodded, taking in a deep breath before looking down at him. "Twice. Once alone, once with Andrew." She told him, and she immediately regrets it. That probably ruined the moment for him.
But he just brushes it off and pretends he didn't hear her say that. He nodded and climbed on top of her, taking his manhood into his hand and guiding it into her very lubricated opening. Mellie moans, loudly, and he starts to thrust in and out of her, not holding back one bit. He moves hard and fast inside and her, and the noises she's making are making it difficult to last very long. Her nails are digging into his back and she's leaving the biggest marks on his neck, something that neither of them really realize that she's doing. "Oh, Mels." Fitz whispers, groaning loudly as he slams into her, feeling her beginning to tighten around him. It's not long before she's reaching her second orgasm, and the piercing scream that she just let out guarantees that there's no doubt that everyone in the house now knows what they're doing. He comes shortly after her, shooting his seed deep inside of her core. After they both ride out their climaxes, he flips them over once more, so she's on top of him, and they just lie there, covered in their own sweat.
She lays her head on his chest and lets out a happy sigh, closing her eyes. "Make up sex is the best." Mellie whispered and Fitz nodded, kissing the top of her head, and wrapping his arms around her naked body.
"It is, isn't it?" He grinned and closed his eyes, holding her close to him as they both fell into a deep sleep, worn out from the long romantic session that they had just been involved in.