This Weekend's Goals.

1. Orgasm

2. Orgasm

3. Did I mention orgasm?

In lieu of said orgasms, schedule hair appointment because clearly this blowout will not make it through the weekend. Hair cannot stand another wash-and-go.

4. Yay! For accomplishing everything on last list.

5. Confirm with commercial real estate agent that LA office would be best suited down town. Nothing too swanky.

Olivia was pretty sure she had blacked out. That would explain it. Why her mind, body and spirit was doing a celebratory dance. Her naked and sweaty body had all it could take, however her very horny husband had other plans in mind later. She was done. The orgasm fairy had been very generous, but Fitz plus her naked body meant he could still want more after all that they had just experienced.

Today had been one of the most relaxing days in a long time. From the smooth flight from Los Angeles to Washington D.C to the complimentary spa trip Fitz had surprised her with. She had needed that facial and massage. And the mani-pedi...and the hair appointment...and sleep for more than three hours. Suffice to say, Los Angeles and work in general had made her their bitch. Once again, Quinn was taking on this darn case from here on out. At least that is how she felt about it for now.

Normally, she would balk at the thought, but Fitz had called Alyssa and cleared her schedule, allowing them to spend time together. Being the adorably old-fashioned and affectionate husband he was, he cleared his schedule as well.

They finally capped off the evening with a romantic dinner at their favorite restaurant, a jaunt to a jazz club well outside the social limits of their usual Georgetown-politico crowd. It had been perfect, lost in their own world, talking, kissing and relishing the precious time that seemed so rare these days.

The last act of this romantic haze was a glorious concoction of champagne, an exchange of anniversary gifts (a Harry Winston tennis bracelet for her, match her diamond engagement ring, a Rolex engraved with Fitz's favorite Shakespearean quote for him) and of course sex.

Not just sex, like a good hour. No.

A marathon of non-stop loving making, indulging every carnal need they had died to fulfill for the past few weeks.

So here Olivia was, eyes closed drenched from head to toe in sweat, recovering from what was her fifth orgasm of the night.

That is about two more than I had listed...yay!

"Oh...my...God!" Oliva said through gritted teeth, trying to regain feeling in her body. She turned on her side lazily to see her very own sex machine in his post-coital glory.

He laid splayed, limbs spread across their California King bed, exhausted from their proclivities.. His handsome face and well-toned physique was shiny with sweat. Her favorite feature of his, the luscious curls were doing that wonderful something that she could not really explain. They were messy, and yet sexy. Not crazy messy. If her knees were not killing her and her body aching from way too much sex, she would have another go.

Why does he always look so fuckable?

"Well, can't say I didn't miss you." Fitz said cheerily, turning to look at Olivia. She blushed deeply as his stone-grey eyes did a once over her naked form. A whole year of marriage and even more years together and he could still make her feel like a flushed school girl.

She smiled, scooching over to him and laying a soft, yet loving kiss on his pectoral. She laid her head down on him, listening to the beat of his heart.

"I know you did."

"Really? Because that is not the vibe I got from you on the phone last night." He smirked that sexy smirk of his. Olivia rolled her eyes, grinning playfully.

"You wanted to have phone sex while I had a very important phone call. We had to conference Calvin in because he's on tour."

Fitz chuckled, putting his arm around Olivia, gently stroking her back as his other arm came around her body. Predictably, he started palming her ass. Just as he always did. She could not help but giggle at how her ass had become his very own stress ball over the years.

"Well, to hell with this Calvin kid. He's interrupting quality time with my wife."

"You know, you don't hear me complaining when you jet off to New York to have dinner with fat cat Wall Street tycoons."

"Well, those fat cat Wall Street tycoons write checks so kids in Africa can have vaccinations for Malaria..."He trailed off, knowing he had stepped in it. Knowing he was allowing bullshit to seep through their perfect evening together.

She smiled at the mocking tone, but she could hear a trace of annoyance. They already had this fight. She knew how he felt about this case. Calvin Lawson, the spoiled, self-centered and delinquent but everyone deserves a second chance. Fitz would know better than anyone.

She did a lot for the foundation. She travelled with him, did some PR work and had even brought in her own share of donors. Hell, she had a hand in planning the Gala held every year at the New York Public Library (not an easy fucking task!) Her work with Pope & Associates was not always as stimulating and charitable, but she enjoyed it. The judgement would not be tolerated, no matter how passive-aggressive.

She sighed deeply, peeling herself away from him. But as she got up and her feet touched the ground, he softly placed a hand on the small of her back.

"Where do you thing you are going, Mrs. Grant?" He inquired playfully, his eyebrow cocked. Olivia looked at him for a beat. On the surface, he was playfully flirting, but he knew what she knew, that the crack about her taking on this case could potentially land him in the dog house.

" It is Mrs. Pope-Grant to you, Mister. I need to take a shower. I'm all sticky and I don't know why you convinced Mandy to turn off the air-conditioning in the middle of July. It is a freaking sauna." She smile, stroking his hair softly as he sighed.

Fitz stared back at her smiling, yet his eyes slowly searching her face. He wanted to know if he had really hurt her feelings with that comment. He knew better. However they could talk about it in the morning. For now, she wanted to bask in the glow of them, their time together and their love-making.

She shrugged affably, as if to say "Don't sweat it". He nodded slightly, understanding. It was amazing that they could communicate with so few words.

"Do you want me to join you?" He asked softly.

A part of Olivia wanted petty just a bit, but that part of her did not have the motivation of their early times. They used to be so explosive, bottling things up and letting it get the best of them.

When did I lose my edge?

"How...about we take a nice bubble bath. And we can talk about that smart-ass comment you made." She said playfully smacking his thigh two times to signal their departure from their bedroom into their bathroom.

She got up with him following behind. She could feel his eyes practically burning holes in her butt cheeks.

"Why are you so sexy?" He asked huskily, his muscular arms closing around her as they reached the cool bathroom. She turned around in his arms, marveling at their level of comfort with one another. Being in a bathroom, wrapped up in a loving embrace made her remember times of yesteryear.

The times when they were just getting to know each other...

The campaign trail...

Stolen moments...

Now here they were, holding each other on their anniversary. Theyrelocked as want overtook Olivia once again. She thought this would be a peaceful bath of conversation, then bed. However, Fitz's rising arousal and his large hands were traveling over her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples.

Fuck it, as he lifted her to the cool countertop of their His & Her sinks.

They could deal with the bullshit tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to make love to her husband.