Part 40

Returning to Us

After reading Joshua a bedtime story and tucking him in, Fitz re-joins Olivia on the sofa, who is nursing a glass of red wine… "Treating yourself, I see". She smiles up at him, and motions to the glass she's poured out for him too. "I think we both could do with a little unwinding, don't you?" He chuckles, before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a well-earned sip… He takes a seat beside her, and she immediately snuggles up against him. "That was some night," she sighs.

"Tell me about it, although no thanks to me... Liv, I'm really sorry, I was being pig headed when I refused to go with you... and..."

She shakes her head, pressing a slender finger against his lip... "Ssssh, I don't want to hear it- you came, that's all that matters..."

"But Liv..."

"No buts... Everything went just as it was supposed to, and I for one could not be happier... So baby, please stop worrying..."

Feeling at ease by her words, he takes on a more playful approach and shoots her one on his smoulderingly looks as he asks..."So you still love me then?"

She can't help but smile... "Oh course I do, knuckle head".

Lovingly, he leans forward and plants a kiss on her lips… "You were something else tonight…" he praises. "If it weren't for you, mum and I wouldn't be talking, and Joshua… well, he's never been more content- finally everything is falling into place…"

"Plus Anne and I are finally on the same page too." Olivia adds, as she squeezes him tighter…

"And I know just how much that means to you…" he whispers into her hair.

"It means everything…" Olivia tells him wistfully. "There was a time where I was convinced I would never get this back, you know… Joshua, you… Anne and Jerry… I had resounded to the fact that I didn't deserve to have a family again…"

"But you were wrong…" he tells her, tilting her chin up and looking into her eyes, which glisten back at him…

"I was wrong, and I realise that now; despite everything, I can't spend the rest of my life beating myself up over a past that I cannot change or rewrite…"

"Everyone deserves a second chance Liv; you deserve one and so do I… And not only do we owe it to ourselves to take it, but we also owe it to Joshua and the baby we lost in the midst of our chaos and grief.

Wordlessly, Olivia nods her head in agreement, choked by his statement and his reference to the baby. Although she is slowly coming to terms with it, especially now that she has his support, it will forever remain a topic of great sadness.

Eventually, soothingly, "Look at me baby", he whispers.

She does as he asks, and looks up at him, staring into the face of her salvation and suddenly she finds herself completely overwhelmed by him. However, he is encouraged by her tears, knowing that they stem from a place of hope and faith and more importantly trust. Trust in him, and trust in them… "Now we look to the future baby… Now we concentrate on returning to us…"

The intensity of his words pull her in even further, as she reaches up to gently cup his cheek in the palm of her hand… "I love you Fitz".

"I love you more…" he tells her; his voice thick with emotion as he descends for a kiss, sealing their declaration of love.

Their lips interlock; as their tongues sensually caress, wanting to taste and explore even further. When they eventually pull apart, both of them are breathless in their passions.

"Make love to me Fitz". Unashamed, the words escape her, as she voices her undeniable need for him, no longer afraid to reveal her inner most feelings, and in turn make herself completely vulnerable to him. And as he looks at her, with love pouring out of his eyes, she knows she can trust this man implicitly- not only with her heart, but with her mind and her body as well.

"Are you sure Liv?" She can tell that he's nervous, but she can also tell by the tensing of his jaw, that he's barely holding on to his restraint. He wants her just as badly as she wants him.

"I'm sure... and I know that Dr Synnaire advised that we should avoid physical intimacy, but that was only until we secured our emotional connection, and Fitz I have never felt more secure in my life. I love you, I trust you and above all I WANT you, in every single way..."

He needs no further encouragement, so he takes her hand in his and with equal confidence leads them to their bedroom.

Without a single word, they begin to undress each other, piece by piece- exposing themselves to each others hungry gaze and eager touch. The atmosphere between them is so electric, that it's almost deafening in the silence. Unwilling to deny himself for a second longer, Fitz lays her down on the bed, and gently falls beside her, as now brazen hands start to roam her temptuous body... Agonisingly they familiarise themselves with every curve of her body, drawing breathy moans from her lips, which soon become ragged when his mouth and tongue eventually join in the exploration... She's like putty in his hands, malleable to his every demand... And when he lowers his mouth to her heated sex, and uncovers her dewy pearl, that is when she completely loses control of her senses, and finds herself rapidly coming undone under his sinful ministrations. With his head still pressed between her thighs, relentlessly he continues to make love to her with his mouth, groaning heavily into her flesh as he finds his own carnal pleasures from dining on her essence. It's almost too much for her to endure, as she feels her second orgasm coiling deeply within her, she's on the edge of release again... "Fitz," she pleads, although what's she's pleading for she doesn't quite know.

"It's okay baby, come for me again... please I want you to..." he encourages, as he now replaces his tongue with his fingers, as they gently, yet arousingly prepare her for what's to come next... "That's it, go on baby... just let go... let me taste you again..." Between his heated words, and the deep baritone timbre in his voice they act as the final catalyst, and with a high pitched wail, she spasms and convulses around him, expelling her desires in waves.

Languidly, he takes his fill of her, savouring every last drop. When he's finished, deftly, he moves back up her body, levelling their sexes, as he whispers seductively "Look at me Livvie..."

Still recovering from her high, she struggles to open her eyes; it's as if her whole body is laden with pleasure... but when she eventually does, she is met with such an intense desire in his that she's left completely incoherent... "Fitz..."

She can feel his heart pounding against his chest, and she wonders briefly if he can feel hers too, as he swoops down and distractingly steals another kiss from her lips; she moans at the taste of herself on his tongue, and like an aphrodisiac it only serves to inflame her desires.

"Liv." The way he says her name in between kisses, it has never sounded more desperate or wanton, and when she feels the evidence of his arousal pressing possessively against her mons, she knows exactly what he needs and instinctively raises her hips to facilitate his entry. He lines himself up, and with her acquiescence he surges forward, joining them in the most intimate of ways; springing forth tears as they both cry out in exhalation. Finally, finally...

In small circular motions, he starts to move his hips, slowly at first, then increasingly faster; and then to the point of exquisite torture; it's as if he wants to bury himself so deep inside her, he'll never have to leave again. And she, just as unyielding, and in perfect synchronicity matches him move for move; driven purely by the indescribable feeling of watching her lover loose himself completely.

It's doesn't take them long before they both find themselves balancing on the brink of ecstasy, although neither one of them wanting to fall off... "I won't stop Liv, I can't stop loving you.."

"I don't want you to..." she replies breathlessly, dangling on by a thread, because she's getting closer and closer to release, and she can sense he is too.. "Fitz... I want us... oooooooh... I want us to... yes... to..."

"I know..." He can feel her inner muscles clenching around him, she's incredibly close... "Hold on baby, I'm almost there..." Like her, he wants them to come together at the same time..." And so, with a couple more deliberate thrusts, and well measured angles he achieves their desired goal, and drives them both over the precipice...

And together, still entwined, they free fall into a realm of unadulterated joy and bliss.