Hey everybody, y'all all right? It's the beginning of a new week and TWO new chapters of AWS. I just started writing and didn't want to cut anything, so I just divided over 12,000 words into two chapters. There is a LOT going on.
So glad so many of you liked Maya Pope's transformation. Sometimes it takes someone else to show you the error of your ways. I'm just happy she understood that she needed to change. Don't think there'll be anymore matchmaking for the Pope siblings. Everything seems to be moving along perfectly for our faves, or is it? You know it's coming. Olivia probably won't be able to help herself. So enjoy their bliss...for now.
I know I say this with each chapter, and I mean it. Thank all of you so much for reading AWS and leaving your comments. I also receive the kindest PMs; some offering encouragement, others offering suggestions. I read them all, of course. Thank you.
As I stated, this was another long one that I split into two chapters. Happy reading.
TBOT
P.S. Please continue to wear a mask and take care of yourselves.
X
Friday afternoon…
Olivia was on her way to her office when she noticed a small gathering near the lobby. She turned, walking in the opposite direction, and she noticed a group crowded together there, as well.
Not sure what was going on, her curiosity got the best of her and she slowed down to see. That's when she recognized the face and the body at the center of the commotion. Fitz was standing in the lobby, along with two security guards, talking with Marc and a few members of his staff. He was one good looking man. He could wear the hell out of anything he put on his muscled body, and the dark denim jeans and white button-down shirt he wore today were no exceptions. The guards were doing a good job of keeping the scene calm as Fitz answered a few questions.
Smiling, Olivia stopped short of the crowd and leaned against a wall with her arms crossed, watching the scene in awe. It was a revelation. Fitz really was a superstar.
"There she is. Olivia! Good job today."
Marc had caught sight of her and had called her out over the heads of the group crowded in the lobby. Everyone turned in her direction and she nodded in acknowledgment to Marc, and met Fitz's lopsided grin with a raised brow. Olivia didn't really like celebrating guilty verdicts in the office after a trial but she did accept the congratulations from her colleagues.
Still, she remained where she stood all the while watching as Fitz signed whatever was put in front of him. Instead of taking individual selfies, he'd suggested a group photo that could be sent out to everyone.
"Olivia, what a surprise to learn Fitzgerald Grant is a good friend of yours."
She immediately recognized the voice and turned to see the U.S. Attorney coming to stand next to her.
"Oh, we've been friends for years," she said, lying through her teeth.
"Really?" he said raising a brow. "I may have a jersey or two I'd like to get autographed. You wouldn't mind getting them signed for me, would you?" He moved closer to her as he spoke. "They're for my grandsons."
Olivia smiled. "Of course not. Just bring them in. I'm sure he'll be happy to do it."
"Thank you, Olivia." He started to walk away, but stopped. "And congratulations again on the guilty verdict. You're smart, tenacious and tough. I like that. You don't let anybody get away with anything."
She smiled. "Thank you. Just doing my job."
He nodded. "And you're doing it very well." Without another word, he turned and left her standing alone again.
The crowd slowly started to leave as Fitz made his way toward her.
Marc joined him along with the guards, in front of Olivia.
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Men and sports."
"You're full of surprises, Olivia," Marc said. She knew what he meant. No one in her office knew that she and Fitz knew one another, and they definitely didn't know she was dating the star quarterback.
Marc extended his hand to Fitz, who shook it. "Nice meeting you, Fitz."
"Same here," Fitz said.
Marc and the guards left Olivia and Fitz alone in the hallway, where they stood smiling at each other, before she reached for his hand.
"Come to my office."
Fitz followed her down the familiar hallway to her office and closed the door behind them. He backed her to a far corner, away from the small window in the door until Olivia's back made a soft thump against the wall. Pulling her into his arms, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Standing on her toes, she slipped her arms around his neck and welcomed the kiss. Deepening the kiss, Fitz slid a hand down her body and squeezed her butt.
When they eventually pulled apart, Olivia was breathing hard.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she used her thumb to wipe her lipstick from his lips.
"I came to see my girlfriend in action," he said smiling down at her. "Congratulations on the verdict by the way. You were dynamic."
"Thank you, babe. But when were you in the courtroom?"
"I was there this morning for closing arguments and jury instructions, and I returned this afternoon for the reading of the verdict. That was actually quick."
Her eyes widened. "Really?" she asked. "I didn't see you."
He lowered his head and kissed her mouth again. "I know, because you were too busy."
"You were well hidden. Otherwise, if the commotion you just caused in the lobby had happened in the courtroom, you would have been held in contempt," she said smiling up at him.
Fitz chuckled. "I was sitting in a corner, in the back. I came in after everybody was seated, and I left long after everyone had filed out of the courtroom. I didn't want to cause any disruptions. I just wanted to see you. And watching you in action was quite sexy."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Oh, yeah," he said. "You were so serious and determined and beautiful. Watching you work was hot!"
Olivia threw back her head and laughed.
The move gave Fitz the opportunity to kiss the column of her neck.
She moaned but then leaned back in his arms. "Fitz, we can't do that in here," she panted.
"Why not?" he whispered, pulling her close again and nibbling on her earlobe.
Squirming out of his embrace, she sidestepped him, and walked toward her desk. Fitz's eyes were glued to the way her butt moved in the black slim, tailored pants she wore as she walked. His dick involuntary twitched.
Olivia ignored his question because she was too tempted to tell him to lock the door so they could go at it hot and heavy, but she wasn't that crazy.
"I was just joking, Livvie. I would never compromise your position or disrespect you in that way."
"I know," she said walking back to him.
He pulled her back into his arms. "Are you finished for the day?"
Olivia could feel his semi-erect penis pressing into her stomach. She let out a soft moan. If they didn't stop, there was going to be trouble. She looked up into his hooded eyes.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Have you eaten?"
She shook her head. "I'm always too nervous to eat before a verdict."
"Well if you're finished, I know of a place we can eat…and do a few other things."
Fitz's condo was only three blocks from her office.
Olivia slowly licked her lips as she contemplated his proposition. Suddenly, she rushed to her desk and hit the intercom on her phone.
"Yes Miss Pope?"
"Robin, I'm taking the rest of the day off," she said glancing at Fitz. "Refer any urgent calls or emergencies to Anita. She'll know what to do."
"Will do, Miss Pope."
"Thank you, Robin," she said and released the call.
Quickly, she reached for her purse, attaché and jacket. When she stepped from behind her desk, Fitz took the jacket, held it out and helped her into it.
Together they left her office, saying goodbye to his fans, as he led her to the lobby, his hand at the small of back, where a guard was conveniently waiting at the elevators. He nodded and they all stepped into the empty car. The couple held hands as they rode in silence to the parking garage. They thanked the guard and exited the elevator. Fitz guided her across the parking deck toward the Cayenne. Opening the passenger door, he helped her onto the seat and placed her attaché on the floor near her feet, before closing the door. Seconds later, he slid behind the wheel, powered on the engine and backed out the visitor's spot, heading to his condo.
X
Olivia glanced at Fitz's profile as they merged into the D.C. afternoon traffic.
"Where are we going?"
Fitz gave her a wicked grin, but didn't answer the question. Instead, he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"Fitz," she whined. "What are you doing?"
"Stop asking questions and relax."
They rode a few blocks in silence, and she side-eyed him as he used a remote to open the gate and they drove into the underground parking garage of a condominium complex that could be seen from tenth floor of her office building. He drove two levels up before pulling into an empty parking space.
Cutting the Porsche's powerful engine, he turned to look at her. "Stop asking questions and come with me." He exited the vehicle and walked around to the passenger side.
"Fitz," she sighed, as he opened the door and helped her out.
"Stop asking questions and follow me," he repeated and took her hand.
Trying to fight back the excitement she was feeling, Olivia took his hand and followed him to the elevator. Fitz inserted his keycard into a slot marked 'PH' which was required for access to the top floor. He allowed Olivia to enter the elevator first, and he followed. When the doors closed, he pulled her into his arms and briefly kissed her.
"I've missed being with you like this so much," she said as her arms went around his thick neck.
"Not as much as I've missed being with you," he replied, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Is there a reason you can't tell me what's going on?" Olivia asked.
Fitz sighed deeply, giving her an exasperated look. "Don't you know how surprises work?"
Her eyes lit up. "You have a surprise for me?" she asked excitedly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because that's how surprises work," he said as if he were explaining it to a four-year-old. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Yes, Livvie, I've planned a surprise for you."
She kissed his lips. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said against her mouth, and deepened the kiss.
The trial prep and the trial itself had taken up a lot of their time together. They talked everyday and Fitz came to her condo each evening of the trial and made dinner. By the time they'd finish eating, Olivia went straight to the shower and then collapsed into bed each night, too exhausted to do anything but sleep. He would clean up the dinner dishes and then answer any texts or emails that needed his attention. Sometimes he would catch a late baseball game to watch before heading to shower. Fitz didn't complain because it was the only way he was able to see her during the trial. She was usually fast asleep when he finally joined her. He'd tenderly kiss her cheek, pull her into his arms and fall asleep.
He couldn't wait to have her to himself the entire weekend.
X
Neither noticed the smooth ride until the elevator stopped and the doors opened to a panoramic view of the Potomac River, Capitol building, the monuments and the Library of Congress. He had a magnificent view of the city. She also noticed the lavish display of orchids, her favorite flower, in huge vases sitting on a round mahogany pedestal table between the entryway and living room. They took her breath away.
Fitz made a sweeping gesture. "After you."
Olivia looked up at him and her eyes narrowed at the cocky smile on his face. She stepped farther into the room and gasped. There were more vases of purple and white orchids on almost every available surface around the room.
In the center of the room were two covered massage tables. She turned to Fitz who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, grinning at her.
"A massage? For me?" she asked as he slowly strolled toward her.
"Yes, for you. You've been working so hard the last few weeks, and it paid off. Congratulations again, baby. I hope this will help you relax and rewind after a long week."
She nodded. "Only if you'll join me."
"Oh I plan to. Now come with me to the bedroom so we can strip. The masseuses will be back any minute."
X
As he lay on the massage table next to Olivia's, Fitz let the soothing music from his sound system lull him into a state of semi-consciousness. His mind wandered to earlier, seeing Olivia in action in the courtroom. She was a very confident prosecutor and she knew her stuff. He'd smiled to himself several times as he listened to her close, giving her props. Her mind worked very fast and the defense attorney really didn't stand a chance against the formidable Olivia Pope. She was brilliant.
He thought about Sunday where the conversation had eventually circled around to the law, her father's firm, and their latest cases. He'd watched her hold her own with her father and her brother. His Livvie didn't take any crap, and he was in awe as he watched her handle herself with the two men at the table.
God, he loved her.
He'd been trying to pinpoint the moment he'd fallen, but he couldn't. There wasn't some memorable point in time when he'd realized Olivia was everything he could ever want in a woman. She just was. That became evident the moment he took her to meet his parents.
As the masseuses continued to work the knots out their shoulder and back muscles, Fitz reached across the space between them and took Olivia's hand. He gave it a squeeze, which she returned it. She turned her head to the side and looked at him. A lazy, satisfied smile spread across her beautiful face. A smile that promised him everything, and then some. It was the smile he'd dreamed about and longed to see every day.
"Thank you for this," she said quietly. "It's exactly what I needed."
"You don't need to thank me, Livvie. It was my pleasure."
She smiled again. "Yes, I do."
He shook his head slowly. "You are everything to me, Olivia Pope. Absolutely everything. And I would do anything for you."
X
Thirty minutes later they were settled on the long, roomy soft leather sofa in the living room, sipping Armand de Brignac Ace Of Spades Champagne Brut and feasting from the large selection of charcuterie items, which Fitz had also ordered. Olivia lay between his outstretched legs, and her back was resting against wide chest. They each wore the terry robes that he'd ordered and had delivered to the condo, and nothing else.
"So, when did you live here?" she asked, reaching up and feeding him grapes. It was then that Fitz realized he could live in this moment for the rest of his life.
"I bought it when I was first drafted into the league, almost eleven years ago. I was twenty-two and wanted to be in the city, where the action was. It was fun until one night a woman somehow got past security wearing nothing but a fur coat and a G-string showed up in the elevator saying God told her we were supposed to be married."
"What?!" she practically screamed and sat up looking at him. "Are you serious?"
Fitz nodded, pulling her back into his arms. "Livvie, I looked up and all I saw were breasts and blonde hair."
Olivia tried unsuccessfully to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside her, but she giggled uncontrollably, and Fitz joined her.
"I'm sorry, babe. I really didn't want to laugh. You could've been hurt, or worse."
He kissed her hair. "Don't be. I can laugh about it now, but back then it definitely wasn't funny."
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I ran into the kitchen and stood behind the island, putting some distance between us and getting close to the knives just in case I needed to protect myself. I called security and they, along with Metro police, showed up, arrested her and took her away. You should've heard her screaming that I was her husband, chosen by God."
Fitz was quiet for a long moment. "I could've lost everything because of one woman's unhinged beliefs. Things could've easily gone south. She could've accused me of sexual assault even though I never touched her. It would have been my word against hers. She was practically naked so everyone could see that there were no bruises or marks on her body, and no force was used in any way. Luckily, she wasn't trying to harm me or my career. She just wanted to marry me."
"Those he said-she said cases are difficult to investigate and resolve due to their nature. You're trying to prove something that happened in private when only the accused and the accuser were present," she said before biting into a piece of goat cheese gouda. "They're my least favorite cases to prosecute."
"I chose not to press charges because it was obvious she was mentally ill. According to my legal team, she was shipped back home to Idaho, Wyoming, one of the flyover states, and was getting the help she obviously needed."
"Well I'm just glad nothing happened to you."
"So am I. That was the last night I spent here for a few years."
"Why did you keep it?"
Fitz took a sip of champagne. "For sentimental reasons. It was the first home I purchased with money I earned. I still use it if I'm in the city for an event that ends late and I don't want to drive back to Great Falls."
"Makes sense."
He hugged her. "I'm older now and enjoy the safety, serenity and beauty of the Virginia countryside."
"So do I," she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. "I mean, this place could be on the cover of any architectural and interior design magazine, but there isn't a hint of Fitzgerald Grant, the man, here. Who did you hire to decorate?"
"My agent recommended someone."
"Someone who obviously didn't know you. It's cold," Olivia said looking at him again.
"It's a bit…well…It's…"
"Cold. There is none of your personality in this space."
Fitz was quiet for a full minute. "You're right. It isn't me. There isn't a lot of me in any of these rooms. That's why I left all the furnishings."
"Your home in Great Falls reflects who you are."
He agreed. "I worked with a decorator and designer who spent time with me before construction even began. They got to know me and my space first."
"That's what I did with my condo." She looked at him, nibbling on a cracker. "I let it grow on me a bit before I completed furnishing it."
"Your condo is beautiful and inviting and comfortable."
"Thank you."
"So how are you feeling?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Very good. I'm relaxed and happy to be here with you."
"Well I'm happy you're here with me too. So I can do this." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "Mmm…like this."
"I do too," Olivia whispered, enjoying being held against his hard body. She closed her eyes as Fitz's hands moved to her waist and he untied her robe, opened it and cupped her breasts.
Olivia's head rolled back and rested on his shoulder. As she pressed against his body, she could feel his passion for her pressed firmly against her back.
Fitz's hands moved down her body. He stroked her breasts. Then lower. He stroked his fingertips over her ribcage and then circled her belly button. Then lower. Finally, she took his hand and guided it to where she wanted him. He cupped between her legs, and his thumb rotated around her clit, driving her crazy.
"Oh, Fitz," she moaned. She closed her eyes so she could focus on his touch. She was aroused. For him.
"I love how you feel," he whispered near her ear.
"I love how you tou…touch me." She gasped in pure pleasure and agony as he stroked her bundle of nerves back and forth, and she began to move her hips in time with him. "You're going to make me come, Fitz."
He chuckled softly. "And then I'll make you come again," he whispered. "You are so wet, Livvie," he said as he used his finger to bring her to the edge again and again but each time he pulled her back.
Frustrated and with a wicked smile on her face, Olivia turned over and pushed him back. Her long hair fell like a curtain around her face, hiding it, as she tried to wrap her fingers around his hard inches. She leaned in and dragged her tongue over the bulbous head of his dick. He moaned, loudly, and his hands instantly clasped the back of her head.
Olivia had never done this before, never met anyone that she'd been moved to try it on. Truth be told, she hadn't really wanted to. Yet today, in this moment, she wanted to taste him, to feel his hard length sliding along her tongue the way it did in and out of her body.
She opened her mouth wider, letting his inches slide in and out as he pushed forward. Closing her lips around him she began to suck, urged on by the sounds he was making. It wasn't long before he pulled out of her mouth, but he didn't make a move. She looked up at him, dazed and confused. His hands, jaw and eyes were all clenched tight as he inhaled deeply.
Silently, Fitz reached down and gathered her in his arms, and stood from the sofa. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as he carried her to his bedroom.
Fitz set her on her feet and they stood wrapped around each other for a moment. He lifted her face until it met his and kissed her harder. Olivia closed her eyes and relaxed in his arms as he started to walk forward, walking her backward across the room, until the backs of her legs hit the bed.
Olivia sat on the side, pulling Fitz to stand between her spread knees. She untied the belt of his robe and it fell completely open, exposing him in all of his naked glory. She reached out and her fingertips grazed across his tight abs.
Olivia lifted her head and Fitz lowered his to meet hers and teased her with the tip of his tongue, before kissing her. She moved from his lips to his muscled torso, placing several soft kisses on her way down. She wrapped her hand around his dick again, but he quickly removed it.
"No." He shook his head. "I won't last more than five minutes if you do that, Livvie."
He pulled her to feet and removed the robe, dropping it to the floor. And there she stood. Naked.
Totally. Completely. Naked.
And beautiful.
He kissed her again before lifting her in his arms and gently lowering her body to the bed, and covering her with his very large one. Olivia reached up, pushed the robe off his shoulders and clutched his solid back, holding him in place as he deepened their kiss. This man was everything she needed…and wanted.
"Oh, Fitz, please," she pleaded.
Fitz kissed her then his mouth moved to her chin and neck, then nibbling her collarbone. His moved lower and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. After a minute, he moved to her breasts and licked the underside. He worked his way down to her flat belly, peppering it with kisses, before moving kissing her inner thigh and behind her knees. He knew kisses behind her knees, between her thighs and the small of her back were her erogenous zones. Then he moved back up, his mind focused on that one spot he would always crave.
Moving back up, he pushed her thighs apart. Olivia let out a moan and gripped his shoulders, and then brought her hands to his head, pulling him toward her spot. Fitz stopped just short of giving her what he knew she wanted. He drew small circles along her inner thigh, kissing it before moving to the other thigh.
"Fitz, please," she moaned again.
Olivia didn't need to say more. He settled on his stomach, his head between her legs and lost himself in her flavor. He stroked his tongue up and down her wet core, before pulling her clit between his lips and sucked her hard, feeding off her loud moans of pleasure.
She reached down and held his head there as her hips rose to meet his mouth. Fitz met her thrusts, moving in sync inside her with his tongue, loving her taste and texture.
He finished with one long sweep of his tongue, straight up the center of her core, and with a little dance on her clit to finish her off.
"Oh…God!" she screamed as she bucked and squirmed. "Fitz. I want to feel you inside me. Now."
Fitz rose and stared down at the beautiful vision that lay before him. He smiled as his eyes roamed over her naked form. Her skin was flushed and it glistened, while her hair fanned out across the pillow.
"My, Livvie," he said and grinned. He was so hard he couldn't think straight, but he reached over to retrieve the new box of condoms from the drawer in the night table. Tossing the box on the bed, he ripped the square package open and rolled the thin latex over his large erection. When he finished, he crawled back between Olivia's opened legs. Holding his dick in one hand and her hand in the other, with one quick thrust he was inside her. She gasped and wrapped her arm around him while her body adjusted to him. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing as he continued to fill her to capacity.
He leaned in and feathered kisses all over her face, and started to move. Olivia wrapped her legs around his big body and held on. She smiled up into face, kissing his chin. She loved making love with Fitz. The sounds and faces he made were a turn-on. He took her hard and fast, and then he slowed down and kissed her face and her neck, and then her mouth.
Olivia placed her feet on the bed, reached down and grabbed his ass. Fitz groaned as her fingernails sank into his flesh. He gripped her hips and pounded into her, over and over and over, giving her all of himself.
She responded with a loud scream, and thrusted up to deepen his penetration, and the intense pleasure he was giving her. Her breathing grew shallow and fast as she felt the pressure build, then a light exploded behind her eyelids and her body stiffened, letting the climax take over.
Fitz felt her pulse tightly around his dick and with a groan let go. With one final thrust he let out a loud groan as, gasping for breath, he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around her muscled mass of a man. They lay like that, in each other's arms, for a long moment. Their bodies were slick with sweat, just listening to each other's ragged breathing.
Fitz wasn't sure how much time had elapsed before he lifted his head. He thought she was sleeping by her even breathing, but when he looked down at her, she was staring back at him, a look of blissful satisfaction on her face. He smiled that crooked smile that always melted her heart.
He finally rolled off her and rested his head on a pillow, facing her. The satisfied look on her face made her even more beautiful, if that were even possible. They lay face-to-face and he reached out and gently brushed her hair away from her face, and kissed her lips. Words were unnecessary. Fitz saw everything he needed to know staring back at him in her beautiful eyes.
After some time, Olivia took one of his hands and brought it to her lips. "That was…
"Incredible?"
Olivia leaned in and kissed his lips. "Yes. Incredible."
Fitz smiled, nodding his head.
Their moment was interrupted by a ping coming from Olivia's purse. She knew it was a text message.
"I'm sorry, but I have to check it, babe," she said and he reluctantly released her.
He watched as she walked over to a stuffed chair, where she dropped her purse, and retrieved her phone. She walked back and climbed into the bed and he pulled her back into his arms.
Olivia unlocked the device and began to read her messages. "It's my parents, J.P. and Jo sending congratulations on the verdict. Guess Daddy made a phone call, because I didn't call them." She smiled, shaking her head. "It never fails, whether I win or lose, my parents always have an encouraging word, and tell me how proud of me they are. Even my mother," she added, looking back at Fitz.
Fitz chuckled. "She's still a parent, Livvie, and she wants what's best for you."
Olivia nodded absently as she responded to her everyone with a group text.
"My parents are the same way," he said, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. "I know they're not too happy about my chosen career but they've kept their thoughts and opinions to themselves. That's taught me a lot about the kind of parent I want to be."
She leaned over and placed her phone on the night table before looking at him.
"You want kids?"
He nodded. "Yes. I want at least three or four little Olivias and Fitzgeralds," he replied with that lopsided grin. "Do you want kids?"
Olivia looked at him. "You ask me that after saying you want little Olivias and Fitzgeralds? What a way to put a girl on the spot, Fitzgerald Grant."
"Answer the question, Olivia Pope."
"Are you serious?"
He nodded.
She leaned over and kissed him. I'm so in love with you. "Yes, maybe someday, I want to have your babies."
Fitz pulled her into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Before he could utter the words I love you, Olivia deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue inside his mouth. Even though he didn't say the words, he felt them in his entire being. And as he slowly made love to her again, Fitz was determined to show her with his body the words he didn't have a chance to say with his mouth.
X
Later that evening…
Olivia stood staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. She felt Fitz ease up behind her and wrap his arms around her, feeling safe and secure. Her body relaxed against his chest, her butt pressed snugly into his crotch. They stood quietly, savoring the nearness of each other. They'd showered together and she was now wearing one of his jerseys, which looked more like a dress, and he wore a pair of boxer briefs. It was close to eight o' clock and neither was ready to leave the condo.
"It's been a long day," Fitz said, moving her damp braid aside and kissing her neck.
"Too long," she replied.
"Your trial is over, right?" He continued kissing her neck and rested his hands on her lower stomach. Their earlier conversation came to mind. He couldn't get the picture of her belly swollen with his child out of his mind…or his heart.
"Uh-huh," she murmured.
"So, no working late for now, right?"
"Right."
"Good. I want us to spend the weekend together without any obligations or interruptions. Just the two of us, naked, and unable to get enough of each other."
Olivia chuckled. "Really."
"Yes," he said. "We won't need to leave the bed for the next two days. And you, my love, can choose any bed you like."
Olivia turned in his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.
Fitz kissed her forehead and then her cheek before he lifted her chin so she was looking at him. He stared at her.
"So what's it going to be?"
Olivia opened her mouth and the loud growling of her stomach interrupted whatever she was about to say. She looked at him, wide eyed, and they broke into loud laughter.
When Olivia calmed down, she finally spoke. "Well first, Mr. Grant, you will need to feed me, and then we'll continue this conversation…in bed."
TBC