A/N: Mature content. Blah, blah, blah.

"Fitz, where are you taking me?" Mellie asked, trying to peek through her husband's fingers. He had his hand over her eyes, trying to block her sight so she couldn't see what he was doing or where he was leading her. She kept trying to see, but Fitz was making damn sure that she wasn't able to see in front of her.

He shook his head, helping her up a flight of stairs. "I can't tell you." He told her as he led her for a minute more. "I'm moving my hand, but keep your eyes closed, okay?" Fitz commanded as he sat down on a chair. He took her hands and pulled her into his lap, softly kissing her neck as he wrapped his arms around her thin waist. "You can open them now."

Mellie slowly opened her eyes, looking around. "Why are we on Air Force One?" She asked him, not turning her head to look at him as she spoke. She enjoyed feeling his lips on her neck and she didn't want to give him any reason to stop.

"Romantic getaway. Not telling you where. You have enough milk pumped for the babies and it's not going to be for very long. Now, no questions allowed, and no complaining." He handed her a glass that was on the table next to them. "Here's some hooch. Drink up, baby girl." He grinned and took the glass of scotch that was next to it, drinking some of it before setting it back down.

Within the next hour, both Mellie and Fitz were past the feeling of being buzzed, and were gradually becoming closer and closer to being drunk. Especially Mellie. "Where are we going?" She asked for the third time, and Fitz just shook his head as he played with her dark brown curls. "Well, can you at least tell me how long we're going to be on this plane?"

Fitz shrugged and ignored the question, moving his lips down to her collarbone and sucking on the pale skin. "Mm, Fitz…" Mellie whispered, closing her eyes again as she tilted her head to the side so that he could have better access to her neck. After a few more seconds, she spoke up and turned around, facing him. "Are you planning on going any further?" She questioned and Fitz raised an eyebrow.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Madam First Lady."

Mellie glared at him, shaking her head slightly. "Yes, you do." She told him, running her hand through his hair. "If you plan on doing any more than kiss my neck, then I think we should probably go into the bedroom, Mr. President."

Fitz smirked, standing up and picking Mellie up with him. "I love it when you call me that." He whispered into her ear, rubbing her back as she wrapped her legs around him. Her lips wandered to his neck and kissed it, licking his skin as he carried her down the hall and into the bedroom. He closed the door behind her and set her down on the bed, pushing her back and hovering over her. She giggled and he leaned down, kissing her lips. He could taste a mixture between hooch and the cherry lip gloss on her lips, and surprisingly, it tasted awfully good. That specific taste came in a close second to another one of his favorite tastes, the tangy one that he could only find between his wife's thighs, when it came to his absolute favorite flavor.

Fitz continued to kiss her as he undressed her, not wasting any time as he removed her blouse and bra, followed by her skirt and the thin black lace panties that she was wearing. Once he had her undressed, he helped her get his clothes off, and the two of them tossed every article of their clothing onto the floor. "Shit." Fitz whispered, frowning as he picked up his pants, looking in every pocket. "I don't have a condom."

"Don't need one." Mellie responded as she took ahold of her knees and spread her legs, giving Fitz a glimpse of her glistening womanhood. His mouth watered as he stared, and he almost couldn't form a coherent sentence, as he was much too distracted.

He nodded and looked at her face once he finally regained his composure. "Yes, we do. You'll get pregnant if we don't use one, Mels."

"Then so be it." Mellie looked at him. "I want a baby."

Fitz shook his head slightly. "Mellie, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, Fitz. A lady never gets drunk."

He rolled his eyes. He'd heard that before. "Mels, no." He sighed. "I can't let you make this decision while you're drunk. If it's not what you really want, then I'll never hear the end of it."

"It's what I want, Fitz." Mellie told him, looking into his eyes as she spoke. "I want a baby. I want another baby with you."

Fitz hovered over her and looked at her as he took his manhood into his hand, and slowly began stroking the length. "You're sure, Mel?" He questioned, not wanting to make the wrong decision. He was drunk too. He had to admit it. But Mellie had far more to drink than he had, and he wasn't sure if she was making an impulse decision, or if she had been thinking about this for a while.

Mellie nodded, her blue eyes still looking into his. "I'm sure." She told him, and he slowly entered her, not sure if he felt more pleasure from the tightness of his wife, or from the noises that she was making as he pushed inside of her. It was astounding to him how she was still so tight and so in shape after pushing out five children. But of course, he wasn't complaining about that.

"Can I be on top?" Mellie asked after a few seconds, and Fitz nodded, carefully flipping them over so that Mellie was on top of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she rocked her hips down against his. Fitz let out a loud moan, one that he was sure the entire staff had heard. But honestly, he didn't care.

Mellie continued to ride him, loud moans and groans escaping her mouth as she increased the pace, sweat beading down her forehead. "Oh God, Fitz…" She whispered as she leaned down and sucked on his neck, leaving dark purple hickeys on his skin. Fitz grunted as he thrusted up into her, and Mellie had to try her hardest to keep her composure and not orgasm at that very moment.

"Fuck, Mellie…" Fitz groaned as he closed his eyes and gripped her ass tight. He felt her tighten around him as she rode him, and he took his free hand, placing it on her face. He tilted her head up and he kissed her deeply, just in time. She came hard, and Fitz followed suit directly after, spilling his seed inside of her core. He gave her bottom one more tight squeeze before he wrapped his arms around her and moved slowly, allowing both of them to ride out their climaxes.

When they were finished, Mellie collapsed on top of Fitz, her head rested on his sweaty chest. His hand ran down her body to her back and softly rubbed it, moving his hand up and down. She closed her eyes and everything was so silent now that the only thing Fitz could hear was Mellie's hitched breathing. He kissed the top of her head, continuing to rub her back. "Does this mean we can join the mile high club now?" Mellie asked, her eyes remaining closed.

Fitz just chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't know the official rules, but I would say so." He grinned. "The only difference we have from the other members of that club is that we didn't do it in some filthy bathroom."

Mellie smiled. "When do I get my membership card?"

"Go to sleep, my drunken queen." He told her, and she grinned, not wasting any time as she fell asleep on top of him. He pulled the blanket over their bodies and kissed her one more time. "I love you." Fitz told his sleeping wife, meaning it even more than he had ever before.