A/N: *Warning* smut ahead. Read at your own risks. ;)

The week went by fast and before they knew it, it was Friday evening. They'd already have dinner with the kids and were retiring for the night.

"Can I join you in the shower?" Fitz asked a now naked Olivia as she stood in their bathroom finishing up with brushing her teeth.

"Mmmm it all depends" she replies with a sensual smile, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"It all depends by how much I can sit you on top of this countertop and eat you out till you cum in my mouth. Is that what it depends on, Livvie?" His baritone voice deeper than usual speaks against her ear as he maintains eye contact with her through the mirror.

Fitz didn't wait for her to reply. But instead he turned her around and lifted her slim body to sit on the countertop near the sink.

"Fitz" Olivia gasps as he went to quick work on her pulsing core. "Oh fuck me" she moans as his skillful tongue licks between her folds.

"So fucking tasty" Fitz mumbles as he nibbles on her sensitive bud. He couldn't get his fill of his Livvie. The rest of their week had been so hectic that they didn't have time to indulge in marital bliss since Sunday night. He was a man famished and that was evident in the way that he eats his wife out like his life depended on it.

Olivia felt Fitz's tongue stiffen and then plunges into her slick heat. In and out it goes. "Fuck, baby you're good at this. Ahhhh don't stop" she moans as her hands fists his dark brown locks.

Fitz throws Olivia's legs over his shoulder to gain more access. He steps back for a second to admire her glistening sex. He cups it with an entire hand, he watches as she squirms underneath him, only making him harder. He takes a thick digit and runs it between her folds, slightly grazing her clit.

Olivia was feeling tortured and needed release from his teasing assault on her rose bud.

"Fitz, fuck me baby!" she begs as she grinds her core against his finger for some friction.

"This is whose pussy?" his gruff voice asks as he plunges the teasing digit into her tight heat. He wasted no time in added another. Knowing his wife for so many years, he was able to play her libido like a fine tune.

He steps closer to her and continues plunging his drenched fingers in and out of her. He nibbles on her neck as he hears her panting and moaning at the top of her voice. He was so glad that their room was soundproof.

Olivia was so gone and his dirty talks only aided in drifting her mental capacity away. Her brain felt like if she was on ecstasy. She couldn't remember her name if someone had asked for it in that moment.

Fitz moves his lips from her neck down to her breast as he continues to pleasure her with his fingers. He takes one of the brown bud in between his teeth and gives it a gentle nip causing her to scream.

"Who this pussy belongs to, Livvie?" He asks in between switching out breasts and repeating the same nipping action.

"Oh fuck it's yours. This pussy is yours" she screams as she feels her walls pulsing around his digits as she's pushed over into oblivion.

Wanting to taste her, Fitz quickly removes his fingers from her core and latches his mouth to capture her dripping essence. The sweetness of her essence fueled Fitz's hunger once again. His mouth stayed between her legs until he felt her trembling with another orgasm.

"Baby you're trying to kill me" Olivia pants as she gets down from the counter top and stands facing the mirror with her back to Fitz. Her legs were still shaky from experiencing two orgasms. But boy wasn't she turned on even more when she saw Fitz's dick standing at attention. His dick always served to make her arouse. It was well proportioned and it always beckoned for her to come near. She couldn't resist it.

"Spread e'm!" Fitz commanded once she was in front of him and leaning over the countertop. The glorious sight of her backside and dripping pussy had him touching himself. His hand wraps around his impressive girth moving it up and down.

"Fuck!" Olivia cries as she feels the first thrust into her core. No matter how many time they'd done this, the first thrust always surprises her. She begs for a minute to adjust to him before they find their rhythm.

"God, baby your pussy always feels so good. So tight and warm and wet. This pussy is all mine" with each precise thrust to her sweet spot Fitz's words accompanied.

Olivia holds onto the edge of the sink as she tries to keep her balance. Her knuckles are growing wet with perspiration and she can feel the burning sensation deep down in the pit of her belly. She felt her orgasm building. "Harder baby, fuck me harder" was her cry for release.

Fitz increases his pace as he slams into her over and over. His hands holding her waist in place as he thrusts her up off the ground with each deep stroke. Their primitive cries and moans along with slapping skin was all that could be heard inside of the bathroom.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Olivia screams as she was being pushed over the edge to euphoria. She feels Fitz's essence spilling into her not too long after. It felt as if minutes or hours has passed as the two ride the waves of their orgasm.

"Fuck me!" was all Fitz could've said after his never ending ejaculation had ceased. Not wanting to crush her with his weight he quickly removes himself from being embedded deeply into Olivia's core, causing her to wince in the process.

"You ok baby?" He asks as he kisses her shoulder tenderly.

Olivia nodded her response to him as she stands, still holding onto the bathroom sink for support. Her legs felt like jelly.

"Let me draw us a bath. It's been a while since we had one together" Fitz says after realizing he's done his number on his wife. At least this way she would be able to relax and let the warm water soothe her muscles.

Olivia watches as Fitz turns on the tap in their large tub, he filled it with some sweetly scented bath oil before coming for her.

Once they'd seated themselves inside comfortably, Fitz behind her and she in front they allowed the warm water to soothe them.

"This is like a slice of heaven. We should do this more often" Olivia's voice was soft and dreamy.

"Which part? The fucking part or the bath part?" He muse cheekily.

"Both parts. Mr. Grant" she retorts in a seductive voice.

"Baby stop" Fitz warns as he feels her hand slipping between the two of them and touching his semi-hard erection.

"Stop what Mr. Grant? The last time I checked you liked me touching your cock. Isn't that so?" she asked innocently as her hand fisted him and began moving up and down. By now he was fully hard. Her dirty talks gets him every time.

"Ahhhh fuck" was all that he could vocalize. He was losing control by the hands of this goddess. He felt himself twitched in her hand as she continued to stroke him under the water.

Feeling the wanton need in her core Olivia turns around to face him in the tub. Still holding on to his erection she guides herself onto him.

"Shit" they both mutter as they were joined by the hips.

Fitz pulls her into a tantalizing kiss as their body moves in synchronization. He sucks on her tongue swallowing her moans as she continued to ride him relentlessly. They will be water everywhere but they didn't care.

After some minutes Olivia feels the tingling beginning in her toes as her orgasm builds. She throws her head back and holds onto the edges of the bathtub as she continued to slam down on Fitz. Water swishing and splashing everywhere. Her intense feelings only increases as Fitz sucks on her nipples combining with his thumb pressing on her clit. She was overcome with sensation and the only thing she had left to do was to let go and cum.

Once they'd come down from their high they both sat silently in the tub for a few minutes basking in their post-coital bliss.

"Let's have another baby" Fitz whispers to her breaking their cocoon of silence.

Olivia's body went stiff against his. How quickly can a mood be changed? Her thoughts. After her talk with her mother she'd forgotten to raise the conversation back up with Fitz. She was dreading this and now she had to let him down easily.

"Why do you want another baby, Fitz?" she asks the same question that she'd asked a week ago.

She listens as he takes a deep breath before replying to her, "in a few months I'll be forty and it would be a great blessing if we were to have a third child. We're not getting younger, Livvie" he vocalizes.

Don't even talk to her about age. Olivia knew all too well about growing old. When she'd turn thirty she had had an early midlife crisis.

"Fitz but having a baby now will set me back career wise. You know I won't want to hire a full time nanny so that will only leave me not working."

"That's not true you won't have to stop working. We both own our own business so we can afford to take our child to work. We can make it work, Livvie" he kisses her neck to assure her.

"But what if I don't want any more? "She asks after a beat.

"Is that what you want?" she hears him ask his voice dripping with disappointment. It made her cringe.

"Maybe. I don't know" she replies all of a sudden feeling selfish for denying him another child.

"Ok" he says dejectedly. "The water is getting cold we should probably get out" he kisses her cheek before standing and giving her a helping hand.

Once they were out they dried their skins off and slipped into their nightwear. The air was tense and no one knew what to say.

"Good night Fitz, I love you" Olivia calls once they were in between the crisp soft sheets of their bed.

"I love you too" he mumbles back and with that they each went into a force slumber with decent amount of air space between them.

"What's going on in here?' Olivia asked making her way inside of the kitchen the next morning, to see Iya and Tommy making a mess with cereal and milk.

"We're making breakfast mommy" Tommy's cheerful voice answers.

"Is that so?" Olivia smiles at their thoughtfulness.

"Yes! You can have Fruit Loops or Honey Nut Cheerios. Your choice" Iya says displaying the bowls dramatically with her hands which one was which.

"I'll have one bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios please" Olivia acquiesced.

"Coming right up Mademoiselle" Iya says with a French accent. After all she was learning it in school.

"Your maître d Tommy will be there to serve you in ten seconds. Please have a seat at the breakfast nook" Iya continued in her French accent.

Olivia tried not to laugh as her curly hair gray eyed boy walks toward her with a definitive scowl on his face. He was in deep concentration to not spill milk from the white cereal bowl.

Olivia helps him with the bowl once he was standing in front of her.

"Tommy don't forget your line" his sister calls from the kitchen island.

"Oh oh, yea mommy I have to say my part" he bows in front of his mother, "Thomas is pleased to be of service to you madwomansell."

Olivia threw her head back in laughter at Tommy's version of mademoiselle. She brought him into her lap and kisses him as she takes in his shy face and crimson cheeks.

"You're my sweet boy. I love you so much" she continues to kiss him. "Come over here Iya" she calls her ever growing daughter and she comes.

Hugging them both she takes turns kissing them. "You guys and your father are my everything. I have the best family" she continues. "Thanks so much for making me breakfast."

"You're welcome mommy" both Iya and Tommy say in unison.

"Good morning family" Fitz calls as he enters into their kitchen. He'd just gotten back from his morning run.

Olivia was salivating at his sweat drenched skin, his fitted running tights and his muscular chest and arms. She bit her lips unconsciously and clenched below. Dammit! She chastises herself for acting like she wasn't with him less than ten hours ago.

"Good morning daddy. We made you breakfast" Iya responds first showing her father the bowl of already soggy cereals.

"Oh that's lovely" he says making his way to the breakfast nook. He kisses each child and then his wife before settling down for the soggy cereal that his children had graciously made for him.

"Daddy what time are we leaving?" Tommy asks, as it was their first Saturday for soccer practice.

"We have to be at the park for ten so we'll leave at nine. Ok buddy?"

"Ok dad" Tommy replied clearly satisfied. During the week his father had taken him to one of the sporting goods store to buy his soccer cleats, knee pads and every other thing that he will need for the game. Fitz had even bought himself some soccer gears since he was expecting to be hands on.

"What are you girls up to today?" Fitz asks as he finishes the last of his cereal.

"Iya will be coming to work with me. We'll only be there for half day so that'll leave us with plenty of time to do things. Actually I was wanting to take her to get her hair straightened out for her play next week."

"Really mommy?" Iya asked excitedly. Her head of massive ebony curls had never been straightened in her short existence.

"You mean temporary straightening right? Like what you do yours from time to time" Fitz asks for clarity.

"Yes" Olivia answers him.

"Oh good because I don't want her hair to get anything permanently done to it."

"You got my word" Olivia replies evenly. Of course her husband love the curls so she won't dare relax Iya's or her hair for that matter.

Once the kitchen was put back to order, everyone got a shower and dressed for the day. By nine they were all leaving the house. The boys were fully loaded with soccer balls and their other equipment inside of the Audi SUV while the girls were stylishly dressed inside of the Mercedes.

Olivia and Iya

"Mommy?" Iya calls from the backseat of the car as Olivia was driving through traffic.

"Yes, sweet cheeks" she answers as she makes eye contact with her daughter. She sees the gleam in her eyes and knows that she's up to trouble.

"Tommy and I are responsible, right?"

Olivia arches her browse quizzically wondering where this was going. "Sure" she says because the truth of the matter is; that they're most times responsible.

"That's not an answer mommy. Either it's a yes or a no" Iya declines the answer she was given.

"Ok baby, yes, most times you and Tommy are responsible" Olivia replied more accurately. She glances in the rear view mirror to see a sly smile on her daughter's face.

"So if we're responsible and only responsible people are giving things to take care of that means we should be giving something to be responsible for."

"Oh boy. What's going on over there Iya?" Olivia wasn't able to withstand her beating around the bush any longer.

"All I'm trying to say is, that responsible children should get pets' mommy. Can me and Tommy have a puppy?" she asks sweetly.

Crap! Olivia thought. How could she have been blindsided by her? The reason they'd never gotten any pets it's because their mother is a chicken. She was afraid of all animals, dogs being the least of that fear.

After moving on from the stop light she says, "I don't know Iya. I'll have to talk to your father first. Ok?"

"Ok" Iya sounds dejected sounding all too familiar like her dad last night, Olivia thinks sadly.

"I promise we'll take care of him or her" Iya says trying to further persuade her mother.

"I know you will baby. Let mommy talk to dad first."

The two switches their conversation and focuses instead on the play next week. Iya was playing an Indian warrior who was the first female to fight against intruders who were trying to invade their land. Olivia was surprised that such a heavy topic was chosen for the play but she was glad for it nonetheless. It teaches the children about American history and the obstacles that many people group faced and still faces.

All in all Ms. Iya was happy to forget talking about getting a puppy when her mother brought up a trip to the salon.

Fitz and Tommy

Fitz and Tommy arrived ten minutes early in the school's private field. They climbed out of the vehicle once it was parked and made their way to the trunk to get out their equipment. Since it was still early they decided to sit inside the open trunk.

"Dad can we have a puppy?" Tommy asks after some silence had envelope them. "Dogs are supposed to be man's best friend. I want a best friend who's a dog please" he begs.

Why did my kids have to be so smart and so cute? Fitz thinks to himself.

"Actually buddy I think a dog would be nice for us." Since we're not having any more babies. Fitz thinks to himself.

"Yayyyy!" Tommy squeals delightfully.

"Do you have a breed in mind?"

"Breed? I dunno what's that" Tommy replies with his eyebrows crinkled up.

Fitz smiles, he enjoys the teaching moments. "It means what kind of dog you want. Like do you want a German shepherd or a poodle?"

Fitz laughs as he scrunches up his nose this time at the mention of a poodle. Apparently he knows what that is and doesn't approves.

"I don't care as long as it's not a girly looking dog" he admits.

"Ok buddy. I think the coach is here. Let's grab our stuff and head over there" Fitz says.

The two walked in the company of each other across the field easily conversing about everything and nothing. Tommy was giving him some joke from one of the cartoons he watches. And it was actually funny, leaving his father in stitches.

The day flew by and before they know it they were home enjoying a quiet dinner before watching some TV and then heading to bed. Tommy was worn out from their soccer practice, according to his dad his son has a mean kick but he could be bias. The two seemed to have enjoyed their father and son time.

All night Iya was running her fingers through her silky tresses. She loves her curls and all but she was transfixed by how long her hair was when it was straightened out. She didn't like sitting in the chair for hours though. But her mother had quickly told her the age old not so much a secret, 'beauty is pain' line.

As the kids were being taken to bed Tommy blurted out, "Daddy said we're getting a dog."

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh" Iya squealed as she jumps up and down. She runs to her father and attacked him with a hug. "Thanks daddy!"

Olivia takes in the scene in front of her. She couldn't believe that Fitz would agree to something like that without talking to her. She smiles politely when the kids hugs her.

Once the kids were down for the count they both made their way to their room. Olivia was upset that he didn't discuss this with her.

After taking care of her nightly routine she makes her way out of their bathroom and head to bed.

"Fitz why did you agree to buy a dog for our children without discussing it first with me? You know I don't really like animals."

"Everything is not about you" he replies coolly.

Olivia raises on her elbows to look at his face, "what's that supposed to mean?" she asks defensively.

"It means that the kids are getting a dog. End of discussion."

"And what if I said no? Don't I have a say?" Olivia probes. Truth of the matter is, she was going to say yes for the dog even though she's not 100% there for the idea. But she didn't like Fitz dismissing her feelings or her take on it.

"No seems to be your favorite word as of late" he replies sarcastically. His back was flat to the bed and his eyes close.

"Fitz why are you behaving so obtuse?" her voice raised a few octaves.

"Me obtuse? I'm not the one who's being stubborn here. I'm giving my children something that they want. At least if they can't have a little brother or sister they'll have a dog."

Olivia gasps at him. "Is that what this is about? Screw you Fitz!" Olivia screams at him and scrambles out of bed.

Fitz rushes behind her down the hallway, "don't come near me!" she hisses underneath her breath as to not wake the kids up.

"Liv, stop. I'm sorry I didn't mean that."

"Of course you did. I'm the selfish bitch as you've so nicely put it."

"No you're not. I'm sorry. Please forgive me" he begs as he holds onto her hand.

Olivia was too tired to retrieve to the guest room. She wasn't in the mood to put on a bed sheet on the naked bed so she turned around and returned to the master room.

Am I behaving like a selfish bitch? Was the last thing she thought; before she drifted into slumber.

A/N: What's going to work? Team work! Nice work from Tommy and Iya this chapter. Them, double teaming their parents for a puppy. Lol. Explosive sex in the beginning and explosive words in the end. Oh boy.

According to Olivia, "Am I behaving like a selfish bitch?" Thoughts? Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to leave a review, they keep me motivated. :)

Vjax why did you have to be a guest? I would love to converse with you ma'am. :(

Special thanks to all of my guests reviewers (Cleo), whom I'm not able to send a personal message to. I appreciate all of your in-depth reviews. They make me smile and feel all fuzzy on the insides. Haha.

Ooo I don't watch Scandal anymore but from the dialogue that I saw on Tumblr of Olitz phone sex, FIYAH! So that kinda influenced the sexy time in this chapter. Lol

I had to stop here because if I didn't the chapter would've been way too long. Thanks again for reading and leaving your thoughts.

Muahzzz.