AN: Thank you all so much for your kind words on this story! It's been very fun to write! Before the chapter, I'll give another content warning, but I assume if you're still here, you know what to expect ;) CW: lots of dirty talk, shower sex, dominant Fitz, cum play, and a pearl necklace... Enjoy!

"Fuck, Fitz. Oh my god—Yeess, holy fuck, right there—"

It doesn't take but thirty seconds for Fitz to follow Liv into the shower, push her back against the cool tile wall, and fall to his knees beneath her. Her leg gets hooked over his shoulder to allow him ample room to move, and he immediately sucks her sensitive clit between his lips. She's so swollen and hot and wet from their orgasms gone by this evening that when he sinks a single finger inside of her, he's shocked at how tight she still feels, reeling him in and gripping him snuggly.

It hasn't been long since he last came but his cock is already starting to stir at the feeling. He knows she's sensitive and one finger could probably make her come, but he wants to push her—wants to remind her how good she's being, how attentive he can be between her thighs, how gracefully he will hold her up and soothe her through a blissfully overstimulating orgasm.

So, as her mouth drops open in pleasure from another pulsing suck to her clit, he pushes a second finger inside of her. Balancing on one strong albeit shaky leg is hazardous at any time but factoring in the addition of the water and steam, she's seconds away from a disaster.

"Fitz–please, oh my god–I can't–"

She's not sure what she's crying out for exactly, but instantly he's in-tune. Retreating his fingers, he then uses his hands and body to swing her a quarter turn, away from the wall and onto the tile bench on the back wall of the shower. The stream of water doesn't quite make it there, so she hisses as soon as her bare ass touches the frigid surface. However, she doesn't have much time to dwell on it because now his fingers are back inside of her, fucking her earnestly.

Her thighs spread out wide, because she can, planting her hands on the seat behind her, bringing both legs up so that her feet can rest against the edge of the bench, spreading herself as wide as possible. Fitz growls when he sees her showing off every beautiful angle and can't help himself from grabbing her hip tightly with his free hand and pulling her even closer to his face.

Then, he dives back in, flicking his tongue in quick strokes over her clit. The sound of her soaked pussy echoes throughout the shower as his fingers glide in and out of her rhythmically. It's gorgeous, the way she sounds, the way she glistens with the remnants of their love, the way she watches him in between her thighs, the way he leans back and watches her, his eyes flickering between her alluring face and her irresistible cunt.

"My pretty girl…" Fitz murmurs, slowing the pace of his fingers as he trails kisses down her thighs. "So fucking messy."

And she is. She's a mess, panting, grinding against him pitifully, his cum still trickling out, getting fucked back into her with each pass of his fingers. On the next one though, he does something she doesn't expect, removing both digits entirely and reaching up toward her face, offering them to her.

"C'mon. Be a good girl… Suck," he commands, staring at her heatedly.

Liv does immediately, opening her mouth and letting him place his fingers firmly against her tongue. Her lips wrap around both his index and middle fingers while her tongue swirls around them, chasing every drop of her arousal and his cum on his knuckles. It's so easy because she knows exactly what he likes.

She starts to bob her head, using every trick she has to simulate sucking his fingers like she does his dick. When they hit the back of her throat, she does her best not to gag too much, swallowing as much of the liquids pooling in her mouth as she can before letting the rest escape down her chin.

"Oh my god, already gagging for it, huh? Drooling for me? For my cock?" Fitz mocks, clocking the way her eyes roll back in her head as her tongue does a little circle around his fingertips again.

"Yeeth, I wuhn ih–" Liv garbles around his fingers.

"What was that, pretty girl? I couldn't quite understand it…" He smiles down at her, and just when she takes a breath to try again, he starts thrusting his fingers into her mouth, making her choke on her words and his hand. "Sorry, were you going to say you wanted it, sweetheart? You want my dick?"

She settles for nodding this time, not able to form words of any sort around his fingers.

"Good girl…" he moans, gliding his tongue back between her folds briefly, working quicker this time, obviously trying to get her off before she can get him off. He hums at the taste of himself between her thighs and does all of the things she loves.

"Fitz— yes, right there…"

Leaning back to watch her face, his fingers leave her mouth and swiftly enter her.

"Go on… beg," he murmurs, flicking his tongue against her clit in fast strokes, pausing and retreating every few seconds to keep her on edge.

She's so close that it's torturous, climbing closer to her peak just to lose the sensation entirely every few seconds, so naturally, she complies.

"Please, baby… fuck-fuck…please… let me come…"

"Oh, you're so sweet, baby…" he praises in between licks.

"Fitz… oh my god I— please, I'm— fuuuckk…"

"That's it, come for me…"

She's beautiful when she comes, eyes closed, lip caught between her teeth, belly clenching, cunt dripping on his fingers. He groans as he works her through it, watching every flicker of emotion on her face. When she stills, catching her breath, he's never been harder.

"Get on your knees," Fitz orders as he pulls her up off the bench to her feet and stands with his back to the steamy spray, kissing her along the way.

Instantly, she falls, almost so quickly that he wants to ask if she's okay—their bodies are getting a little too old for that kind of carelessness. But the fiery look in her eyes as she sits back obediently on her heels makes all of the words get caught in his throat. Her hair is already starting to curl from the steam and the escaping droplets of water cascading around his body, and she's never looked more beautiful than this.

When he doesn't take another step toward her, she continues to wait for his instructions, bringing her hands to her breasts and teasing her dark nipples as he stares. Her thighs widen and one of her hands drops between them to rub circles on her overstimulated clit, her body flushed from his obvious arousal as he surveys her.

"God, I wished we would have brought some of your toys in here…" Fitz considers as his eyes go a little spacey at the thought. "Would have gotten that suction cup thing and made you sit on it…I bet you would love to be full while you suck my cock."

He continues watching her pleasure herself as he grasps his length and begins stroking leisurely, their eyes only focused on each other. Hers widen at the thought of bouncing on the silicon dick while his cock pushes to the back of her throat, and he stows the thought away for a later date because of how clearly she's turned on by it.

"Come here," he beckons, still jerking himself and widening his stance so that she can scoot forward and sit between his feet. "You wanna be a good girl, Olivia?"

He asks it, but he already knows the answer—he just wants to hear her say it.

"Yes…want to be so good for you…"

"I know you do, baby," he coos, reaching down with one hand to brush the damp curls away from her forehead. He returns his hand to his cock and swipes his thumb over the bead of moisture on the tip before bringing the digit down to her and swiping it across her bottom lip.

Without thinking, her tongue darts out to clean it, and he groans at how impatient she is.

"Are you gonna suck daddy's cock, baby?" He asks playfully, stepping so close that he can practically feel her cool breath against his shaft.

Her doe eyes peer up into his, and it always surprises him how she can do this—be so innocent while preparing to do something so vulgar. Liv smiles sweetly and nods.

"Mmm, you're so good. So cute on your knees like that… Fucking hell look at that…" As he steps just an inch closer, she tips her head back, and his erection spans the length of her face, the tip coming to rest against her forehead.

"Yeah? You like seeing how fucking big you are?" She teases, her lips puckering to kiss the underside of him gently, not moving any further without his permission.

"Goddamn, Livvie…That looks…I—your—"

"Don't hurt yourself, baby…" She giggles.

He growls at her mocking him and pulls her hair back a bit. "And here I was about to go easy on you… It's almost like you want me to shove my cock down your throat…"

"Maybe I do…" She replies through a goading grin.

"Good. Open then," he instructs, grasping the base of his cock and guiding himself to her lips, but as soon as he does, her smile falls as her lips seal tightly together. "Olivia… Open your mouth."

He taps himself against her closed lips, smearing his precum along their seam. Shaking her head, she shoots a frisky look up at him, indicating her silly mood, her faux defiance. Fitz can't stop himself from laughing because as much as he likes to play dominant and rough with her, he loves when she fights him a little to get there, when she's not immediately obedient.

"I thought you wanted to be a good girl… Do you want to be good, Livvie?"

She can't help herself…She nods.

"So…be good, then. Open your mouth for me."

She does, but just to make a point, she opens it so narrowly, he could hardly fit a finger between her lips if he tried.

"Do it right, please," Fitz corrects, his fingers of his free hand combing through her hair and gripping the back of her hair tenderly. He taps himself against her lips again. "Show me your tongue…"

Smaller steps are more helpful to her because she complies with that easily, opening her mouth widely and sticking her tongue out past her bottom lip. Her tongue always feels heavenly against him, especially when he's this responsive and aroused.

"That's it, pretty girl," he praises while sliding himself back and forth along her tongue for a few passes. She doesn't close her mouth just yet, but then he takes his hand off himself, signaling for her to take over.

Her hands stay down at her sides because she knows how much it turns him on when she tries to do it without her hands first. She closes her lips around the very tip of him, flicking her tongue across the slit, sucking with gentle pressure.

It makes him moan as both hands come to tangle in her now-returning curls, and he pushes lightly on her head to help her take more. Another inch or two disappears in her mouth, making her moan at how heavy and full he feels against her tongue.

Liv bobs her head in time with his gentle thrusts, and it's perfect. He curses and hisses and makes the most perfect sounds as she chokes on him.

"Wow… just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, love when I hit right there," he says, thrusting right at the back of her throat. "You love it don't you?"

He pulls her off and leans down to kiss her, muffling her moans of agreement against his tongue that brushes against hers. When he stands up, he doesn't even have to tell her to start again. Instead, her mouth engulfs his length again, her hands gripping his thighs as she pushes herself further.

The sounds resounding against the tile are filthy. She's getting sloppier because she knows how much he likes it…when he can see the spit glistening on his cock, when she pulls back and the little strings of saliva connecting her mouth to him pop and dribble down her chin, when she brings both hands to him, twisting while she sucks.

It had taken him years to let her even try to go down on him, due to the lingering shame and guilt of his past relationship and the times his ex-wife had…serviced him while he stood there, drunk and the loneliest he'd ever felt.

But finally, after she spent weeks teasing him, telling him how good she was at it, how good she could make him feel, how far she could take him down her throat, he succumbed. Needless to say, he had never experienced oral like that. The way she seemed to enjoy herself as much as he was enjoying it made it all that much better.

Fitz ventures to say that no one gives head like Olivia Pope and bringing the most powerful woman in Washington to her knees…it turns him on more than anything.

Eventually, the combined feeling of her hands and mouth, along with the view he has and the sounds that she's making, is much too much, and he tugs her hair again to get her to stop. She whines, and he might just come at her eagerness alone.

"It's been so long since I've taken you in the shower… You want to?" He asks, already picking her up by the arms, watching her nodding her head as she pants.

She doesn't know how he wants to take her. The size and features of this shower give them ample options—against the wall, riding him on the bench, bent over holding the various built-in ledges. When he scoops her up and backs her against the expansive marble wall, she knows what he's chosen.

For a man in his early sixties, he never fails to impress her with his physique. Sure, ten years ago when he could pick her up and take her rough and quick against a wall, it didn't surprise her too much, but now? She worries about pulled muscles or strained backs, both of which are consequences not worth it in her eyes.

But there's something about the way he looks at her, so full of lust and admiration, that when he lifts her left leg over his right elbow and her right over his left, she forgets about the supposed risks. And sure, she's not as young as she once was—not that mid-forties are old, per say—but her hips haven't lost an inch of their flexibility, stretching to accommodate the way he holds her, spread wide in his arms.

Her arms loop over his shoulders to hold as much of her weight up as she can, and when he kisses her again, she opens willingly, moaning into his mouth at the feeling of his strong muscles hoisting her against the wall.

"Put me in you…" he huffs against her lips, and she obeys immediately, reaching between her legs to grasp his cock and guide him back into her pussy.

She groans as he fills her, and Liv recognizes the shift in him as he slows down, taking his time stretching her inch by inch. He dips down to suck wet, bruising kisses against her neck, to suck on her nipples, to suck on her collarbones—any part of her body he can reach.

It's intense, sharing air while feeling the stream of the shower cascade over his shoulders, the slow, building stretch igniting a fire in her belly. After their playfulness and roughness, this—the connection, the passion, the love—is exactly what they both need.

When he starts to roll his hips, she almost wants to cry because it's just so much. He's so deep inside of her like this, she feels so safe in his arms, and after so many orgasms, she feels raw and vulnerable in that unique way that only comes during sex.

"I love you," she whimpers.

He keeps the pace slow and sensual, showing her without words how much he loves her. It's in every movement, every breath, every thrust. It's there in the long strokes he makes, his eyes that watch her intensely, his hands that hold her firm but also somehow tenderly.

Liv revels in it, knocking her head back against the shower wall, crying out for him because he's been inside of her for a single minute, and she feels like she's going to come.

"Harder—please, oh you feel so good, please, baby…More—"

"You feel close, Livvie," he breathes against her neck, starting to work his hips faster. "Are you gonna come already?"

She chooses to ignore his teasing because it's true. There's no stopping it, so when he encourages her to slip a hand between them and touch herself, she does, bringing herself to climax with her fingers rubbing circles on her clit.

Fitz continues his pace, increasing the speed steadily to fuck her through her orgasm and embarrassingly quickly into his. Their bodies move together now, her legs starting to numb slightly from the stretch, but she doesn't care.

It's so hot. She can feel him getting close too in how tense his muscles are against her fingers at his shoulders, how his panting becomes stuttered, how quickly his hips are moving.

Liv gets in his ear, whispering filthy little encouragements—that's right, oh fuck, feels so good, I came so hard for you, fuck daddy—and he's so close to coming. The way she's whispering makes him assume she wants it like she usually does, with him coming deep inside of her, but when she starts pushing against him, he gets the hint.

"Put me down?" She asks sweetly.

He does, letting one foot find the floor at a time, staying deep in her as long as he can manage until she decidedly pushes his hips back, making him slide out of her. When he takes another step back, she lifts on her tippy toes, kissing him languidly while she spins them around so that his back is against the wall.

When her lips leave his, he assumes she's going to turn around or lift a single leg to get him back inside of her, but when he doesn't feel her cunt, he opens his eyes to find her kneeling again. She smiles wickedly up at him.

"I want you to come on my tits," she states without hesitation.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Fitz hisses, pulsing in her hand as she grasps his cock and begins to jerk him slowly.

"Want you to make me so pretty, baby," she coos, leaning in to press innocent kisses against his cock while her hand works him rhythmically.

"Yeah?" he purrs as he thrusts into her hand. "You're so filthy, so perfect on your knees, sweetheart. I want you to put me back in your mouth…"

She does, but only briefly, letting him thrust a few times before she retreats, lifting his cock and leaning even further underneath him. He feels her breath before he realizes what she's doing, and as she nuzzles her nose and lips against his balls, he hisses again, hips flying toward her face. Her tongue laps along the ridge at the middle before taking one side between her lips and sucking.

Rolling her tongue and sucking softly, she moans at how far gone he looks, and when he catches her watching him, eyes peering up past his length, he growls.

"Mmm, yeah… Get the other side, love…"

He guides her via her hair as she switches sides and sucks again, but when her tongue peeks out and flicks against his heavy sac, he can't make this last any longer.

"Fuck-fuck…Liv–"

Instantly, she leans back, and he knocks her hand off of him, taking over the quick jerks of his cock. Her hands come up to cup her breasts as she rises up tall on her knees, giving him the perfect angle of her chest to work with.

She can probably count on one hand the times she's watched him come from this vantage point, and it never fails to make her so hot, so turned on by the way he looks stroking himself. Her fingers play with her nipples, his hand works faster, and as soon as she tilts her chin up toward him, she feels it.

Splashes of white decorate her neck and her chest, flecks against her collarbones and some on the tops of her breasts. She looks gorgeous, and he groans, deep and low, as he thrusts into his hand for the final time and takes in the sight of her. Some of the cum on her breast begins to trickle down and cover her left nipple, and the contrast against her skin makes his cock twitch.

"Wow…" He praises. "You were so good for me, Liv. C'mere…"

He pulls her to her feet and just when she thinks he's leaning in to kiss her, he ducks down and sucks her nipple into his mouth, darting his tongue out to catch the cum there. Then, he leans in to kiss her, opening her mouth and brushing his tongue against hers.

She sighs, feeling his release in her mouth, and hums as she swallows it down.

"God, you are so sexy… How did I get so lucky?" He murmurs between continued kisses.

As they kiss, she waddles them back into the direct like of the shower spray, turning around and settling her back against his chest, letting the water clean the rest of him off of her.

"Mmm, dunno…" she mumbles lazily, exhaustion starting to take over her body. They have a lot of sex, but not usually marathon, athletic, kinky sex like this on a regular night.

Turning her slightly away from the stream of water, Fitz lathers his hands up in body wash and begins to slowly caress every inch of her body, washing away the lingering signs of their passion tonight. He cups her breasts and thumbs her nipples softly, smiling when she moans lazily.

He laughs as he watches her eyes close, and he instinctively tightens his arms around her. "Come on, sleepy girl. Let's go to bed…"

"My hair…" She groans, running her fingers through the wet strands, chastising herself for the poor choices she made in the heat of the moment, not putting her shower cap on. Now, her curls are fully returned, and all she wants to do is let him carry her to bed and cuddle her to sleep.

"Awh, so grumpy when you're tired," he teases. "Come on, I'll wash it. Hand me your shampoo."

If she was sleepy before, she's on the verge of slumber now, as his fingers massage against her scalp, lathering up every inch of hair from root to top. He takes his time, soothingly combing through the tangles and kissing her shoulder every so often.

She loves how he's learned to love her. How he takes the time to know exactly how to shampoo her curls, how long to leave the deep conditioner in, how to detangle patiently and carefully.

When she feels him finally set the comb back on the ledge with her hair products, she turns around and presses her body against him. Her eyes are still tired, but they shine with the love she feels for him. She hugs him tightly and rests her cheek against his chest.

"I love you," he murmurs against the top of her head, inhaling the woodsy and minty scent remaining in her hair.

He doesn't really need to say it because she's already felt it in every part of tonight—from the gala, to the bed, to the shower, to now. It's there in the way he holds her hand. It's there in the way he's possessive of her. It's there in the way he touches her, so deliberately, so intentionally.

It's there in the subtle ways too: in how his body relaxes in her presence, in how he seems to know exactly what she needs, in how he gazes at her, with or without clothes on.

She keeps thinking that there will be some day when she won't pick up on the subtleties of his love anymore. When the spark will fizzle out. When the passion, the I need you right now, leaves. But after a decade of loving him, she realizes that it's somehow even better now than it was when they were younger.

There's still a fire to their sex life, like they'll never get tired of trying new things, finding new ways to turn each other on. And maybe it's because the love—their love—has only gotten stronger over the years.

"Thank you," she whispers against his skin, and he knows everything that is wrapped up in those two words. Bending down, he captures her lips in his once more before quickly washing himself, then turning the shower off and guiding her out.

Fifteen minutes later, they are cuddled together in bed, having not bothered to put on any clothes other than a simple pair of black boxers for him and grey cotton panties for her. Sleep is imminent, but before their eyes close, he hears her murmuring, her words slightly slurred from exhaustion.

"We should do that every night…"

Fitz laughs softly, kissing her forehead and tugging her further into his arms. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she confirms. "You made me think of some new things I want to try…"

And he can't help but groan because as tired as they both are, her voice is so sexy, and the images of everything he had teased her about come racing through his head. But he's too tired to do anything about it now.

"Mmm…tell me about them tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, baby," she says quietly, turning on her side, her back to him so he can spoon up behind her. "We can make a list…"

He laughs again because she's so cute and so ridiculous, wiggling her butt against him like she's wanting to start something while her eyes close and breaths deepen. He loves her so much.

"I'll hold you to that."

And within a minute, they're asleep.

AN: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought of this chapter! Some people were wanting even moreeee nastiness so I tried to deliver. Should I make a part 4? If so, what would you want to see? Thanks again for reading beautiful people xx