The surprise of being in Alaska with Fitz is finally hitting her. She watches as he makes a phone call. His face is intense and strained. She feels like something is wrong, but she knows not to ask. She's holding her phone. She must have texted Abby a million times to say thanks to Abby for helping Fitz surprise her. There is a phone call she wants to make but decides against it. She immediately brought back to a memory that filed away in a special place.
Olivia is sitting on her bed in bedroom. Her mother has tried everything to cheer her up. She's made her favorite foods. She even tried to take her on a shopping spree. None of those things help with what needed fixing, her heart. Liv has been quiet and distant ever since her and Fitz broke up. Maya knocks on the door. Liv faintly tells her to come in.
Maya lets out a deep sigh as she watches her daughter staring off into space, "I know we were going to pull the suitcases from the attic. I decided to buy you a new set. I ordered them yesterday."
Olivia looks toward her, "Thank you," she answers sadly, turning back to the window. It's been her thing now for weeks. She watches the world go out of her window.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Maya asks.
"People dream of getting this internship. I can't pass it up. It fell in my lap. There's nothing keeping me here now."
"Except your family," Maya retorts, sitting next to her.
"You know what I mean mom. I need to get away for a while. I see Fitz in everything, and I cry at the drop of the hat."
"Your broken heart will heal. I promise you that. This is just your first love."
Olivia gets up from her bed. She walks over to her desk, pulling a necklace from the corner that hangs. Fitz gave her a butterfly necklace on their 4th date. She threw most of his things away, but she just couldn't part with the necklace. "You don't understand mom."
Maya walks to her, "I know he was your first." Olivia turns to her, almost surprised but not shocked. "Oh, come on, give your mother some credit. I was where you were too. I knew you would be smart, and I knew you would be safe. I just hoped he wouldn't break your heart and unfortunately, he did."
Liv tries not to let the tears flow that will inevitably fall, "You and dad didn't like him anyway. I am sure dad is happier than ever."
Maya turns Olivia to her, "I didn't hate Fitz. I don't hate Fitz. I hate that he broke your heart."
Olivia stares at the necklace, wanting to tear it up but not wanting to lose yet another piece of Fitz. "It's an internship, I won't be gone forever."
"You are my baby; I can't help but be sad. You are going to France. I am so proud of you," Maya smiles.
"Thank you," Olivia smiles as they hug.
Olivia comes out of the memory with the same smile she wore then, happy but sad at the same time. She hears her name softly, "Livvie."
She looks at Fitz with a different smile, "I'm sorry. I was somewhere else."
"Where were you?" He ask as he gently caresses her cheek.
"I was remembering when I got the internship and I decided to take it. My mother wanted to kick your ass."
Fitz links his fingers with her, "She doesn't have to worry. I punished myself enough for the both of us."
"Fitz," she whispers as she caresses the nape of his neck. The familiarity is back. The intimacy never left either of them. It's just like home. "Now we know whose fault it really was."
He stares into her dancing orbs, "I should have fought for us. I should have come after you. I should have stopped you from ever getting involved with that piece of shit."
She places the palm of her hand on his face, willing him to focus on her, "We have another chance. I don't want to waste it. I know we have some obstacles right now, but I have to believe we will come out on the other side."
He dips his head down, his lips touch hers faintly, "I love you Olivia Carolyn Pope. I never stopped loving you. I am never going to let you go again."
"My first love," she utters as she brushes her lips against his.
"My one true love," he says kissing her lightly.
"What are we going to do now that we are here?" She asks, pulling away. "You looked stressed on that phone call. Is everything okay?"
"You have nothing to worry about. We are going to our next destination."
She looks around the boat and out into the open water, "I can't believe this."
"You can believe it," he kisses her hand.
She's been wanting to ask this for so long. Now is the perfect time. "Can I ask you something?" She asks. There is a little fear on her face and embarrassment in her eyes.
He can tell she's nervous, "Of course you can. Livvie, it's just you and me. You know you are safe with me."
She turns away, looking into the soon night sky. "What happened that night? The night we broke up."
"What do you mean?"
"Where did you go? What did you do?"
He stands next to her, resting his forearms on the rail and they take in the same view, "I drunk myself to death. I got into an accident. I only needed a few stitches, but I tore up my car." She turns to him in shock. He can see the unspoken questions she dares not ask. "Stephen came to the hospital to get me. I ran off the side of the road into a tree."
"Fitz, you could have died."
"I didn't but I honestly can't say I cared if I lived or died in that moment," he answers truthfully. Her eyes begin to fill with tears. "I lost you and I knew I couldn't get you back. I didn't purposely run into that tree but in that moment if it was over, it was over." She lets the tears fall seeing the pain in his eyes. He gently wipes them away, "I was lost without you."
She feels like she needs to rescue him from his guilt, "I stayed in bed for a week. I haven't eaten for 2 days. Stephen called my mom. I don' t knows how. She came to campus and got me."
"I'm sorry I did that to you," Fitz says sadly.
Her eyes get heavy with pain, "It was hard going back to that campus without you."
"Everything I did was hard without you. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to exist."
She gently lays her head on his shoulder, "Abby was the only thing that made that year bearable. Just meeting her and then getting that internship."
"You know, we will have to name our first born after Abby. She got us back together."
She looks up at him, hair blowing across her face, "Our first born?"
"Unless you don't want children," he answers painfully.
"No, I do. Of course I do. I just can't think that far right now. I have divorce to get through...we have divorces to get through."
"We will. You know why?"
"Why?"
"We have each other," he winks.
"Stephen," she answers taking him totally by surprise.
Fitz wraps her in his arms, "Should I be worried you are thinking about one of my best friends instead of me?"
"Well, he is very dashing and very good looking…and my god that accent," she says playfully.
"You are never going around him again," Fitz sternly.
She laughs, "I was just saying if we have a boy first, we should name him Stephen…he helped us too."
He breaks away from their embrace. Gently guiding her to the seat, "I'll keep my friends close and Stephen closer," he says playfully.
She has her head resting on his chest, she looks up wistfully, "How much longer?"
"We are almost there. Patience Cinny, I planned this carefully."
"Just bringing me here to see this is enough."
"It's never going to be enough," he says kissing her softly.
They turn looking out into the deep waters. The evening is softening into night. A night that will be just the beginning for them.
Edison is sitting alone in his apartment holding his face that's swollen and bloody. His blood-stained shirt has dried blood. He's holding a very bloody towel to his nose. He feverishly held his phone. He dials a number. He waits for someone to pick him up.
Russell answers, "What the fuck do you want?"
"What the fuck do I want? We are done."
"What do you mean we are done?"
"I do a lot of shitty things for money but one thing I won't do is condone you hitting that beautiful lady. I thought you had some bitch cheating on you with a white guy and I was pissed too. But I saw your work up close."
"What happens between me, and my wife is our business? What I hire you for is our business. If I wanted a pastor giving me words of wisdom I would go to my nearest church. It was all a misunderstanding," Russell quips.
"You sent some gorilla after me too. I am sitting here with one of my damn teeth missing and a broken nose," Edison starts to explain.
"You grew a conscience and paranoia. I didn't send anyone after you," Russell says.
"You are going to pay for this," Edison screams, wincing in pain.
"Listen, I didn't send anyone after you," Russell screams back. "What was his name?"
"I don't know, he clipped my ass out of nowhere. If you didn't have anything to do with this, then..."
"Well, my brother, you said you've done a lot of shitty things for money. It caught up with you," Russel teases back.
"You stay the hell away from me," Edison slams down his phone.
"I will stay the hell away after you finish the job, I've been paying you to do. And that's to watch my watch. There's no way that white boy is taking my wife away from me."
Edison lets out this maniacal laugh, "You are a little late. She left with him this evening from the airport."
Before Russell can respond, Edison hangs up. Russell begins to pace the floor. His mother comes in the room, "What did she do now?"
Russell looks up at his mother, "Mom," he shoots out.
"Don't get pissed at me. I told you she was hussy. I told you. She played you. She made you look bad. And she's messing with your career. You can't let her do that."
He walks over o the mantle, "She's with him right now."
"Who?"
"Olivia left with him."
"I'm going to ask you this...," his mother starts.
"Mom, I am not in the mood for these kinds of questions right now. I am trying to save my marriage," Russell shakes his head.
His mother walks over to him, "You are trying to save something that was never yours to have. You said you found a box with her love notes with this guy. She's been cheating on you. That's what this whole job was about, coming back to him."
Russell is getting agitated, "She didn't cheat on me. That's not why we moved back here."
"You better find out if that is true," his mother says walking away.
He walks over, taking a drink. He sucks it down much too fast. He picks up his keys, patting his pocket for his wallet. "Mama, I'll be back. There's something I must take care of."
The boat is about to dock. Fitz was not exaggerating when he said he planned everything. There is a boat caretaker waiting for the boat. Fitz held her in his arms the whole way. He never thought he would get to hear her sweet sounds as she slept or the curve of her lips when she slept and smiled. He always hoped she was dreaming about him. He hates to wake her, but they are there.
"Livvie, Livvie, we are here," he whispers softly in her ear. She moans a little as he kisses her temple. "We're here baby," he says as he traces her nose with his fingertips.
She slowly opens her eyes, "I don't want to move. I want to stay right here in your arms."
"You can stay in my arms the rest of the night, but we have a lot more waiting for us," he tries to explain.
"Your arms, all night, I'm going to hold you to that."
"Follow me to paradise," Fitz says as he gently takes her by the hand and goes toward the stairs to leave.
"Mr. Grant, it's good to see you," the gentleman extends his hands.
"Good to see you, Michael!" Fitz responds shaking his hand. Olivia is looking around the land. She's in awe at the vision before her. Michael takes notice of the beautiful woman accompanying his employer. Fitz notices his stare, "Michael this is Olivia Pope. Olivia this is my most trusted groundskeeper, Michael Carter."
Olivia walks over, "Very nice to meet you," she smiles as they shake hands.
Fitz decides now would be a good time to let Michael in on a secret, "You always wanted to know to why I named the estate The Cinny Estates and the boat," He smiles at Michael and then back to Olivia. "This is the muse," he says as he grabs her hand.
Michael smiles, "I can see why."
They all start to walk, as the captain manages the boat. Fitz is watching every movement of her face as they are getting in the waiting car. He can tell she's awestruck.
"You built this, didn't you," she asks as she tugs his arm to her.
"I sure did. I was going to start renting it out this coming fall. Even if we couldn't enjoy it together, it was always going to be something that symbolized us and our love. I wanted that for us even if we couldn't live in that moment."
"You bought land and built a house for us that we may have never been able to live in because..."
Michael is listening to this conversation. He's never heard Fitz so calm, so relaxed, and he's never seen that glow in his eyes with Mellie. This is the infamous woman that had his heart and his dreams.
"Because. I wanted people to have the perfect place to see the Northern Lights and discover this beautiful land that not too many people know exists. Sure, it has all the salmon you could possibly want but people don't know the beauty and I never would have known either without you."
"You know I checked my phone; the lights are supposed to be on tonight, but you knew that," she smiles.
"I sure did. I do everything with precise intention," he winks.
She doesn't respond but deep down she hopes that he has the same intention that she has.
Mellie is sitting in her office, just wrapping a big case. She is making some notes. She just spoke to her lawyer about the separation of assets for the house for her and Fitz. Fitz is being very generous, annoyingly so. But she can't argue with him, considering her circumstance. Her secretary buzzes in, "Yes Louise," she answers.
"Mr. Grant is on the phone for you," she says quickly.
"Patch him through," she says quickly. Almost surprised by her own giddiness. "Hello Fitz."
"It's not Fitz," The voice says.
"Gerry, what do you want?"
"You've been ignoring my calls."
"Because we have nothing to talk about Gerry. It's over. All of it, it's over. We have nothing to talk about. I was stupid for doing what I did with you. Where did it get me? I'm getting a divorce."
"What are you talking about?"
"He asked me for a divorce, and I am giving it to him. I am leaving this with some self-respect. You might want to try it some time."
There is a long pause, "He asked you for a divorce so he could marry that..."
Mellie stops him mid-sentence, "Whatever you are about to say, don't think about it."
"Do you really want it to be said that your husband left you for a Black woman?"
Mellie hardly rolls her eyes, "I don't want it to be said that I conspired with my future father-in-law to trick my husband into marrying me. I am becoming a partner in my firm. I don't have time for scandals. He never cheated on me. We are splitting amicably. We have a child to raise."
"I am sure you aren't going to drop the Grant name. You've made it too good on it. This name is important, and I don't want it tainted."
"You taint the Grant name everyday Gerry. There are so many bodies under your feet and refuse to keep being one of them.
Fitz left Olivia, regrettably, by herself for a little while. He was putting the finishing touches to his surprise. She's been sitting on the Adirondack chair facing the water. She's sipping a glass of wine, letting the fresh air envelop her nose. The sky that she longed to gaze into is now in view. All because the man she shared her dreams with was listening to those dreams. Her phone rings. She almost forgot she had it because she's been so far removed. She sees it's her mother.
"Mom," she answers.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am okay."
Her mother takes a breath, "Are you sure? I know there's been a lot going on and…"
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Your father is having a tough time," she explains.
"Aren't we all?" Olivia answers.
Her mother, already feeling defeated, "Olivia, I am not excusing what your father did because it was wrong. I know he played God over your life and..."
"And I married someone I thought I could love that I didn't love because Daddy decided what I wanted and needed was not important. I messed up my life and Russell's life."
"I'm sorry Livia. I am sorry," her mother says.
"You only need to be sorry if you were in on the plan, but you weren't. Daddy should be sorry. He should be calling me, not you. Although I am not that sure I want to have that conversation with him. Because I know he's not as sorry as he needs to be," she explains, and she gets angry at the tears that want to fall.
"He's your father Olivia and I hate to see you both in pain."
"Mom, I have to go," Olivia answers sharply.
"Are you really, okay?" Her mother asks again.
"I am okay. I do love you Mom and I love Dad, but I need some time. Please afford me that."
"I am here if you need me."
"Thank you, Mom. I'll talk to you soon," Olivia says softly. As she hangs up, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She looks up to see Fitz smiling down at her. "Hi!"
"Hi!" he smiles. He takes a seat next to her, taking her hand. "Everything okay."
She looks out into the night sky, "Everything is perfect."
He lets go of her hand and gently wipes under her eye. The eye that has almost healed, "Then why the tears."
"I don't want to talk about anything sad," she dismisses.
"And I don't want you holding anything inside. What's wrong? Was that Russell? Because if it was, I will fly back to DC and kick his ass."
"It wasn't Russell. It was my mom. She said my dad is having a tough time. I needed her to understand that I am too, and I just need time."
He raises her hand to his lips and lays a gently kiss, "If all of this is moving too fast Livvie. We can go slower. I don't want to rush you. I want us to do this right and I don't want you to feel pressured. I love you too much to mess up our second chance. We can go home. This place will always be here, it's yours. It's ours."
She takes a moment to contemplate his offer. It's the best offer but it's not what she wants, especially now. She gets up and stands in front of him. She lifts her leg and sits down to straddle him, taking Fitz totally by surprise. "We've wasted enough time because of other people. We can't let them win."
The feel of her center hovering over him shoots straight through him, "Livvie, I want you so much, but I want it to be perfect."
She slowly glides up and down on him, "This is perfect. It's just you and me and Northern Lights. I can't think of a better circumstance for us to make love," she answers, sliding her tongue across his lips.
"Is it wrong that I am so fucking glad that your mother called?" He laughs as she slaps his chest laughing. He rubs her ass slowly as she glides on him. "It's not going to take much. I want to make love you."
She starts to unbutton his shirt, "Then do it," she replies bringing her hand down to crotch. She groans as they begin to kiss, and this kiss is heavy, wet, and urgent. She moans as his dick twitches. She snakes her tongue into his mouth.
"Damn," he whispers.
Before they can continue, someone clears their throat, and they both turn to see Michael. "I am sorry Mr. Grant. You told me to come and get you for the…" Michael's face is red as he stumbles his words.
Fitz holds Olivia in place, not wanting Michael to see what's happening. Olivia has her face buried in Fitz's chest. Fitz clears his throat, "No, that's fine. What time will dinner be served?"
"Amiko said you should be ready to eat in an hour," Michael responds unable to hide his red cheeks.
"We will be in, in a minute," Fitz says.
"Thank you, Michael!" she giggles like a schoolgirl.
"It's no problem," he says as he quickly disappears.
"I am definitely not sorry," Fitz says as he kisses under her earlobe, moving down her neck.
She relishes in the feel of his lips on her skin, she purrs, "I thought you said you wanted to wait."
"I don't want to wait but I want to wait for us to do what I have planned. We are going to see the lights tonight and do whatever else we want to do."
"I know exactly what I want to do," she says as she lifts off him.
"What are you doing?"
"I am going to get ready for dinner. We have a date, don't we?" She winks.
He gets up awkwardly, "We most certainly do," he says grabbing her by the waist pressing his dick into her ass.
"I want to go get pretty for you," Liv says dropping her head on his shoulder blade.
"You already are," Fitz whispers in her ear softly.
She turns around melting herself in his embrace, "I want tonight to be special too. Let's make it special."
He pouts like a little kid, "Okay, Mary will show you to our room. Your clothes are already there."
She tilts her head to the side, "Our room…"
He looks a little unsettled. He is afraid he misinterpreted, "I am sorry. I can have them set up a room for me."
"Absolutely not," she winks.
They start toward the house to get ready for their magical night.
Eli is sitting in his chair in his office, deep in thought. Maya stands at the door seal studying him. She knows what is on his mind. His baby girl who he feels like he has lost, forever. He will never admit what he did was wrong but the distance in his eyes tells the story.
"She doesn't hate you, you know," Maya says.
"I think she does," he replies, sitting back in his chair.
"She loves you. You are her father. She's angry. You must let her sit with that anger for a while. If we don't, she will hate you."
"I only wanted what was best for her," Eli contends.
"Remember my father hated you but I fought for you. He said you were arrogant, pig headed, chauvinistic, and just plain annoying."
Eli's eyes stretch, "I knew he hated me but..."
"He came around because I said, there was another side to you. You were loving and sweet and funny and yes arrogant because he was smart, but I believed you were gonna be good to me and our children," Maya explains as she walks over taking his hand.
"Was I good?"
"You always have the best intentions."
"She loves him," Eli shakes his head.
"Yeah, and you never should have stood in the way of that," Maya answers.
"You know, I didn't want my daughter with a white man because I thought she couldn't handle the backlash. I was stuck in time. But the irony is, I let a white man tell me what to do, to control my daughter."
Maya nods her head; she lets go of his hand to leave. The doorbell rings. They both look up, "I'll go get it." She walks toward the door, looking through the peephole. She didn't expect to see him on the other end. She opens the door, "What are you doing here?"
Russell looks at her, "I want to know where Olivia is."
Maya laughs, "You have the nerve to come here and question me about my daughter. My daughter. The same one you laid your hands on."
Eli hears some muffled words; he gets up to go where Maya is. He turns the corner to see Rusell, still standing at the door with his nostrils flaring. He's looking as if he wants to hit Maya. "Whatever you are thinking son? You better think again. Or she will be the last woman you lay eyes on."
Russell is almost twitching, "I know she left with Grant, and I want to know where they went."
Maya puts her hands up to stop Eli. She can feel his breath. "I don't know what you are talking about and if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
Harrison appears out of nowhere, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Russell turns around to see Harrison standing there, "Who are you?"
"I am about to be your nightmare," Harrison explains. Before Russell can respond, Harrison rears back and decks him hard.
"Harrison," Maya screams. Eli runs down the stares and grabs him to keep him from hitting him again."
"I think you broke my nose you bastard," Russell says stumbling.
Eli is trying to hold Harrison back, "He's not worth it son." He looks over at Russell, "You leave my damn property before I break another part of your body."'
Some of the neighbors have now gathered on their decks, hearing the commotion. Russell stumbles to his car. Harrison hot on his trail. Maya runs and gets in front of him.
Russell screams, "You'll hear from my lawyer."
Harrison tries to run toward the car and Maya gets in the way again, "You gone have to go through me."
"Mom…."
She grabs his face, making him look into her eyes, "He is not worth it. Do you hear me?"
"We will handle him soon. We will," Eli says.
"Let's go inside," Maya suggests as they try to wave off the peering neighbors. "We've created enough gossip for the rest of this month," she continues.
They move into the house, closing the door.
Olivia and Fitz are sitting on the expansive deck of their master bedroom having their dinner under the stars. There is a large whicker bed chair off to the side. They've been staring into each other's eyes for so long they've forgotten to breathe.
Liv decides to break the silence, "I can't believe you did all this."
"That I purposely built this house facing this lake and stars this way. I am a very smart man," Fitz smiles.
"You most certainly are," she smiles.
"I never thought we would get that chance again…. I never thought I could have you back. I know we have a lot of roadblocks in front of us, but I want to state my intentions," he says earnestly.
"Fitz. It's okay," She intertwines their fingers.
"Yes, it's okay now. I want to marry you. I want us to create our own family as soon as I can marry you that's what I want," he admits.
She takes the palm of his open hand and kisses softly, "I don't know what I want now…" Fitz's face turns from easy to strain. She sees his fear, "Let me finish Mr. Grant," she giggles. "I don't know what lies ahead or what I want to happen, but I know I want you. I know I want us."
"Are you trying to kill me?" He catches his chest.
"No, but I promise to always keep you guessing. Keep you on your toes. But I will love you always."
"You better," he answers with swipe across her delicate chin. He looks at his watch. "It's almost time."
"I am so ready," she smiles as he reaches for her hand. He leads her to the whicker bed as they sit down, laying back, wrapped in each other's arms. She snuggles into him. She's holding him as tight as she can.
"You comfy," he asks kissing her head.
"Comfy and happy, finally."
"I have Michael recording this downstairs, so we can remember this happening. Just in case we miss something."
She looks up at him, "Why would we miss something?"
Instead of answering with words, he answers with a searing kiss. Their tongues duel for dominance as they moan into each other. "I missed you so much."
"I don't ever want to miss you again," she kisses him again.
He scrapes his fingers gently up and down her thigh as he nibbles at her lips, "We are going to get it right this time." His watch beeps, "It's showtime!"
The lights are starting to illuminate themselves. The colors are starting to shine and blend into an array of menageries. You can see the stars so clearly. Fitz watches as the words are in her eyes, everything she wants to say. She finally utters, "Oh my God…. it's like we are in a different world."
"A whole new world," he finishes. She gently takes a hold to his chin, pulling it down for a kiss.
"Thank you!"
He kisses her back, "I want to make love to you."
"I want you to," she answers.
He slowly lays her on her back. Resting his body softly on top of her as they continue to kiss slowly and hard, all at the same time. The backdrop of the colors of the sky makes it seem like a fairytale. He reaches under her dress, to find there is nothing there. She's moaning into his mouth as he stops, "You very naughty girl."
She laughs, "I wanted to make it easy for you." He slowly dips his fingers inside of her. "Oh…." She utters. He begins to tickle her moist lips with his fingertips. A loud moan escapes.
He licks her ear, whispering, "You are so wet…. just like I remember."
She begins to ride his fingers, "Only for you...," she says breathlessly as she throws her head back. She is thrashing her head from side to side as she rides his fingers as he licks her neck. She slaps his head, "Fitz, wait…stop."
Fitz looks up, "What do you mean?"
"What is Michael, or the cooks sees us or comes out here?"
"Then they'll be fired," Fitz says with frustration. His face is read with lust, "I was trying to score a homerun here. No one is coming out here. I gave specific instructions," he answer huskily as he returns to her neck."
"But Fitz…" She tries to argue.
He brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking off the essence, "You taste just as I remember..."
She's started to button his shirt, "And how is that?"
"Simply delicious," he says licking another finger as he brings the other finger to her lips. "Taste yourself. This is what I've been missing for 7 years." She slowly wraps her full lips around his finger, tasting her own sweet nectar.
She works her lips up and down his finger, "You know what I want," she looks at him hungrily as she works his finger.
"Whatever it is, you can have it."
She reaches down unbuttoning his pants, as Fitz tears her dress away. "Fitz my dress..."
"I'll buy you another one," he utters as he kisses down her neck, making his way to her very hard nipples that are shooting up to the stars. It's like her body shimmering with the color of the sky. He latches his lips around her nipple, sucking as if this were the first time. She grabs fistful of his hair as licks and sucks her nipples hungrily. Her legs spread wider and wider. She's impatient. She's hungry for him. She reaches between them, grabbing his thick tightly. "Mumm," he hums on her nipple, sending an amazing sensation through her body.
She guides him inside of her and it feels like the first time but familiar, all at the same time. He begins to move inside of her slowly, inching his dick inside her slowly as he moves inside of her. She grips his back as she wraps her legs around him, holding him inside of her. It's slow, its beautiful, it's soft, it's the lovemaking they've been missing for 7 years. She squeezes his ass with her legs as she moves with him.
"Faster…" she whispers as he sucks her skin wherever her can. "Oh…. Je…God…yes... right there."
He remembers what she likes, just like it was yesterday. He slightly bites her nipple as he lifts her ass from under, moving to a different angle, "God…I missed you."
Her teeth are firmly planted into his shoulder as he picks up the pace, "I love you. I love you..."
He lifts, pulling her ass to the end of whicker bed, he begins to pistol into her, as he marvels in the sight of her breasts moving up and down. She grunts. She lets the oohs and ahhs roll off her tongue. She reaches up, pulling his body to hers as they kiss and caress each other's skin. She pulls his dick back inside her slippery walks as they pump each other.
Their skin is glistening with the night sky with the sweat of perfect love. She flips him over, laying on top of him, pulling him back in as she lifts on him and rides him slowly. It's perfect. It's emotional. It's beyond spiritual. As he grabs her breasts massaging as she rides him. This was no longer the young lady that gave him her virginity. This is now the woman he knew he would always love. The woman that would always fill him up. He has her and he's never letting her go again.
She rides him like she missed him. "Baby…" he bites through his lips as he's close. He knows she's close. He grabs her ass, gliding him up and down on him as they both climax together. She drops her body down on him, kissing him. He caresses her back. They are stuck to each other.
"Don't let me go…" she whispers.
"Never…" he whispers back as he kisses her head. They lay tangled in each other looking out into the sky. They know there is no turning back, not ever again. "You are mine now."
She kisses up his neck, sucking his Adam's apple, "I always was," she responds as she lingers on his lips. They lay wrapped in each other falling asleep under the night sky.
Russell makes his way back home; Harrison indeed broke his nose. He's mad as hell. He is trying to figure out how he is going to explain this to his mother when he gets inside. He is The lights are off. He is about to walk inside when he sees an envelope waiting for him. "Russell Emory, For Your Eyes Only." He looks confused. He goes inside, closing the door. He's in so much pain he doesn't know what to do first. He walks over to the table with the envelope, opening it. He was surprised by what's inside.
"That bitch," he says as she slams the contents on the table.
Wonder what's in the envelope!