Chapter 46
Liv heard the door open as she was getting something cold to drink from the kitchen. She looked confused and glanced at the clock. They weren't expecting Fitz's father and Lucia back for another hour, but here he was coming into the house. Liv closed her eyes in worry. She didn't want to be the one to tell Gerry, but now she didn't have a choice.
"Hey, newlyweds, welcome back, how was it?"
Gerry dropped the two bags of luggage he brought in. He put his arm around his new wife, who looked lovingly at her new husband. "It was beautiful, Olivia, the perfect weather, we couldn't have asked for better, right?" He looked down at Lucia.
She nodded towards Liv. Her head was resting on Gerry's chest. Liv looked at them both. Her eyebrows went up. "You tan well, Mr. Grant."
"Yes, it's the Grant gene. Didn't Fitz take you to the beach? It's right outside."
"Oh, yes, of course, we had a day on the beach. It's beautiful. Only thing, he hasn't taken his shirt off in years, so he was." Liv shrugged with one shoulder. "Kind of really white." She laughed and Lucia laughed with her.
"The same with his father, Olivia, it took two straight days in the sun for him to tan up, don't let him fool you." She reached up and kissed his cheek as she poured herself a glass of water.
"Speaking of the boy, where is he? Are you craving something he had to travel miles for?" Gerry sat on the couch and took a deep tired breath.
Liv sat across from him in the chair. She took a deep breath. "He's up in the room, Gerry, he found the room, the shrine you have for him. He's still trying to process it all."
"Te lo dije" Lucia said in a stern voice. "Vamanos!" She pointed upstairs.
"No, no, Lucia, I will go up there alone. I need to talk to him."
Liv squinted at him. "You thought he was dead, didn't you?" She put her down. "That's why the room exists."
Gerry stood up. He was going to leave without answering the question, but he didn't want to do that to Olivia. She had been there for him in his worst times, she needed the truth.
"I did. There was no telling what Logan was capable of, and I didn't want to underestimate him. For all I knew when I was shown the pictures of his torture, Fitz was already gone." He blinked now taking a step towards going upstairs.
"It was the only thing I could do to honor his memory, Olivia. I didn't mean anything by it. He's my son, and I had enough guilt riding my conscious as it was." He looked at Lucia who rubbed his back before watching him head upstairs to be with Fitz.
Liv gave a small smile to Lucia as she sat where Gerry was a few moments ago. "Those two years almost broke him. He cried himself to sleep, tristeza, mucho tristeza, many nights. He lost so much weight, he couldn't eat. Gerry would come back from DC for just a few hours sometimes, just to be with me. He needed comfort. Sometimes the plane ride was longer than how long he stayed." Lucie took a deep breath.
Liv didn't know what to say. All this time, Fitz thought his father had something to do with him getting captured. Gerry knew his son was a prisoner, and in a sense so was Gerry. "I'm sure having you in his life comforted him, Lucia. It was rough for everyone, I'm sure." Liv looked up, wondering what Fitz would say to Gerry. She looked back and smiled at Lucia.
"Tell me all about the wedding." Liv took the seat next to her wanting to hear how the ceremony was and look at pictures Lucia had on her phone.
"Son, Fitz." Fitz heard his father whisper as Fitz looked at his graduation picture from the naval academy.
Fitz slowly returned the frame to the shelf and stood up. "Dad." He said as he turned. "You're home earlier than expected." Fitz went towards the door to walk out of the room.
"You want an explanation?" Gerry held his hand out to stop Fitz from leaving.
Fitz looked around the room again. He's been in there at least ten times since Liv stumbled upon it. He shook his head from side to side. "I think it's self explanatory. You thought I was dead, this was the only way you could remember me not having a body to bury, or a gravesite to visit." He looked now at his father, not with cold eyes, but with sympathetic eyes.
Gerry put his hand out towards the chairs he had in the room. They were facing the window for a reason. The window had a view of the beach and the beach was Fitz's favorite place to be both as a child and as a teenager. The hours Fitz spent on the beach were enormous, and it only seemed fitting to have his memory close to it.
Fitz honored his father's wishes. He wanted closure with this, wanted to get on with being a father, being a husband, and most of all needed to put this all behind him. He sat next to Gerry looking out at the waves calmly coming to shore.
"If that beach could talk." Gerry laughed.
Fitz gave a small chuckle. "Olivia wouldn't be marrying me, if that beach could talk."
"You always did try to impress the girls by bringing them to the beach outside your door."
Fitz looked down. He smirked. "I sure did. Thought it was the coolest thing as a teenager. Too bad all of them had the beach as a backyard though. Wasn't a good date catcher. Can't say I didn't try though." Then it grew eerily silent.
They stared out the window for a good five quiet minutes. Gerry sat back in the chair. He gave a pat to Fitz's knee. "I know we accomplished a lot, spoke about things in DC. I wanted to tell you about the room, but it was hard."
"Honestly, I didn't think I would see any of these things again. It was just as well; I don't deserve any honorary anything. You don't have to explain if you don't want to, I get it dad, I do."
"Logan was a fucking lunatic, Fitz. I know you get that, but I saw him on his worst days. He took pleasure out of the torture he knew you were getting. God forgive me for saying this, but I hoped you had died so you didn't have to endure what he was so happy about."
Fitz put both hands on his face and gave himself a rub down. He rested his fingers on his lips in thought. "I was a pawn for someone wanting to control what you had control of. You were powerful in the Senate. You never think one of your own will ever turn on you, especially not a top military leader. Dad, we don't have to go there."
"I do. The guilt, the thoughts, the overall not knowing. Being controlled by him was something I wouldn't let happen, and fuck that it had to be at the expense of your life."
"It was save thousands, or save me. I went to the NAVY with the very same mindset. I knew I would be responsible for lives overseas, strangers, and there was a chance I would lose my life doing it."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you deserved to be taken by the very government you were fighting for."
"I wasn't. I was blindsided by a power hungry maniac and his deceiving privileged daughter. You just happened to be the one in more power than him."
Now it was Gerry's turn to look around the room. "You're going to be a father." He smiled.
Fitz felt the butterflies in his stomach. "Yeah, don't remind me. I'm so nervous."
"You're going to be a fabulous father. Having you and Olivia as parents, the little one is going to be one lucky kid." Gerry stood up.
"Do you want anything from here to take back with you? It all belongs to you; you earned every single one of these…"
"No." Fitz didn't let his father finish. "Keep it here, like this. I'll bring my child here and explain the truth as to why this room exists. I'm not mad dad, I'm over that. I will admit the room was a shock at first, but I came to terms with it. I have to move on."
Gerry nodded. "Thank you. I am sorry for the reason I put it together. So, did you enjoy your weekend?" They walked to join the ladies downstairs.
"What do you mean did I enjoy the weekend? You're the one that got married. Did you enjoy your weekend? I want to hear all about it." He reached down and lifted Gerry's ring finger. He was wearing a diamond rimmed yellow gold wedding band. Fitz shook his head in disbelief. "This is amazing." He laughed as they walked in while Liv was telling Lucia about her car accident.
"But Fitz, he changed me, made me realize who I am beyond the scars. It was something I had a hard time doing my whole life. I let them guide me, like the world owed me something." Liv grew quiet as Fitz came in with Gerry.
Lucia stood up. "Ta bein?"
Gerry shook his head, kissing her on the cheek. "Just fine." He turned to Liv.
"And, how is the pregnancy treating you?"
Liv looked at Fitz. "It's good, so far everything is good. We get a twelve week ultrasound when we go back to Rutland and should know the gender."
"Nino." Lucia said. "It's definitely a boy."
"And what makes you say that, Lucia?" Fitz asked, interlocking his hand with Liv's.
"I can read her face. I just know." Lucia stood up. She looked at Gerry. "I'm tired, I need to take a nap, if not sleep for the night." She gestured to leave Fitz alone.
"Wait, before you go, Liv had me do a thing this weekend." Fitz started.
"Son, I don't need details." Gerry held up both his hands.
"Dad, really. I went flying. I flew, dad. I went to Pete's, was up there for a good hour. Liv came with me."
"No shit, that's awesome, good for you. I never thought you would do that again."
"Me either, but, I did, with the love of my life supporting every minute."
"So." Liv continued. "We want the two of you to come with us tomorrow. We're going to Oakland; we're going to take in the A's game. It's an afternoon game. They're playing the Rangers, then we thought we'd take in some sights, have some dinner, and head back."
"You flying us there?" Gerry looked at Fitz.
"There and back. You two up to it?"
Gerry walked up to Fitz. "I'd be honored to have you as my pilot. Goodnight son, Olivia." He took Lucia's hand and walked towards the bedroom with his new wife.
Liv stood up and interlocked her hands resting them behind Fitz's neck. "Everything go alright up there?"
He shook his head. He rested his forehead on hers. "Just fine. Glad they came back early. I'm looking forward to spending the day with them tomorrow. Sparks and family come on Thursday, so it's good we get some time with them." Fitz looked towards the window. "Feel like taking a walk on the beach, watch the sun set?"
"I would love that." She kissed his lips. When she pulled away she was biting her bottom lip. "I can't wait to be Mrs. Grant." She whispered.
He pulled her a bit closer, giving her one more kiss. "It's going to be one of the best days of my life right next to the birth of our child."
Liv kicked off her shoes to walk barefoot on the beach. "This must be spectacular to see the sunset so close up."
That's one of the lines I used to use to get girls to come here with me. He smirked to himself as they went for their moonlight beach walk.
The plane was gliding smoothly at a comfortable altitude. Big Gerry sat next to his son, getting a clear view of sky in front of them. Lucia and Olivia sat in the private part of the plane just talking about the upcoming game and the next few weeks with Sparks and his family.
Fitz took a look over at his father. His head was looking over trying to get a clear view of the ground below. Fitz had to laugh, he looked like a kid on a plane for the first time.
"You alright dad?"
"I own a private jet, been flying at least a thousand times in my life, never have I had my breath taken from me as it is right now, this is amazing."
"You should feel it when you're the one controlling it all." Fitz turned back to look out in front.
Gerry noticed all the gadgets and circles, just like Liv did when she was up with Fitz. It all looked like an arcade game to him. He shook his head. "How the hell do you remember what everything is for?"
"All those magazines, building the model planes, I knew about this before I even stepped onto a plane. The cockpit looks confusing, but it isn't, it's actually easy to understand. That's why I knew the whole thing in Iraq was wrong, I never would have made a mistake like that."
Gerry's eyebrows rose. "Being in here, watching you like this, I can't say there's any argument. You are amazing at this."
"Thanks. So, do you want to go upside down?" Fitz reached for one of the controls, jokingly.
Gerry gripped his arm handles and closed his eyes. "Fitz, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Laughing even harder now, Fitz said, Dad, relax, I wouldn't do that. It's fun though, one day I'll get you over Pete's place and we'll do air tricks."
"Yeah, sure son, whatever, looking forward to that." Gerry was still trying to get some air into his lungs.
"Wow." Liv looked over at Lucia when she finally said something.
"Lucia, you ok?"
"I can't believe it's Fitz flying this plane. It's gliding, so smooth. When he was younger, if he wasn't surfing, he was reading plane magazines, building model planes. Every week a different plane, he loved it."
Liv smiled listening to the memory. "If you saw him up there in the cockpit, he just has intuition, it's like he could control and fly the plane with his eyes closed. I'm so happy he overcame his fear. He belongs doing things he loves, especially after missing two years of his life."
"El te ama, Olivia, so much. He has a glow to him. You light up his world."
Liv blushed. "the same, Lucia, I think of my life before him and it's so cold, empty. I was hollow." Liv looked out the window. "We compliment each other."
"Hechos el uno para el otro, you were meant to be."
"Yeah, and soon a family. We're so excited. He's going to be an incredible father. So, you like baseball?"
"Eh, I'm more a futbol person. Kicking into the goal to score rather than swinging an object, that's more what I like."
"Have you ever been to a live baseball game?"
"No, es divertido?"
"Yeah, I think so, and lots of junk food. I am in the mood for some cracker jacks too."
Liv saw Lucia's look of confusion on her face. "You'll see."
With a near perfect landing, Fitz made arrangements with the airport about a leave time later in the night. He put his arm around Liv and walked towards the car his father and Lucia were waiting in.
"You're comfortable flying at dusk, dark?" Liv asked a bit concerned.
"Will you be on the plane?"
"Of course."
"Then, I'm comfortable." He kissed her cheek before getting into the car heading to the game.
Fitz had purchased, in advance, four tickets just behind home plate. He didn't want any kind of recognition or any special treatment just because he owned his own team. He wanted to be a spectator in the crowd enjoying the game with his fiancé and his parents.
That ship had since sailed, and Fitz realized when he went to the will call part of the ticket booth. "Wait a second, did you say Fitzgerald Grant?" The young boy working behind the plexi glass looked side eyed at him.
"Yeah, why, is there a problem?" He saw the young boy holding the envelope, which obviously contained the tickets.
"Am I being punked?" The boy, Joshua, looked out of the window, searching for something.
"You looking for something?" Fitz was so confused.
"A camera crew." Joshua said. He picked up the phone and made a call.
Liv came over. She wrapped her arm around Fitz's waist. "Everything ok, I thought you said you ordered the tickets in advance."
"And you're his…aww man…I am being punked." Joshua looked to his left and saw his supervisor come in.
"Mr. Grant, sir, can you please step around to the back of the office, how many guests do you have?"
"I have three with me, is there, what's the problem?"
"Oh, no problem at all, Sonders is upset you didn't tell him you were coming."
"Ha!" Liv said. "He thinks you're here to get insight. You're in trouble." She said it like a kid in grammar school.
The four of them entered a room off to the side of the ticket booth and headed up the elevator to the owner's suite. Right outside the elevator, Melvin Sonders stood there. "You sneaky son of a bitch," He burst out laughing. "Fitz, how the hell are you, Senator?" He nodded to Gerry. "You trying to get a one up for the Lake Monsters."
Fitz shook his hand. "I promise you, we just wanted to enjoy the game."
Melvin looked at Olivia. "He's lying right?"
Liv shrugged. "Maybe. Why, you willing to deal Jebson?"
"Jebson! Ma'am, are you nuts?" Melvin almost fell backwards.
"Oh come on, you would contribute to the best infield in baseball if you did. Jordan Lewis at shortstop, Jebson at third, and Michaels at second. Even you would be impressed."
Melvin pushed Fitz's shoulder. "Your lady has jokes, huh?"
Fitz just stared at her, shocked. "My lady knows her stuff. Since when do you plot for the Lake Monsters, what about your Yankees?"
"Just trying to give you a fighting chance Fitz ,can't say I didn't try." She took the envelope from Fitz. "Pleasure meeting you Mr. Sonders, we'll be heading down to our seats now." Liv took Lucia to the elevator with her, leaving Fitz and Gerry to talk to Melvin. "Es cosa de hombres" Liv said as Lucia laughed.
Once they were settled into their seats, the teams did not disappoint. It was a true slugfest, down to the ninth inning. The Rangers were leading the A's 6-5. The very prospect Liv was talking about, Mick Jebson was slated to bat second in the inning.
"If the leadoff batter gets on, Jebson's going to knock the ball out of the park, providing they don't walk him." Liv shook her head, "but I doubt they will." With a piece of popcorn in her hand, she pointed to the plate. "Watch, Fitz, I'm telling you, try to acquire this guy."
Gerry leaned over to Fitz. "You should hire her, she's something."
"Learned it all from her father. She is something, but she bleeds Yankee blue. It would be baseball suicide for the Lake Monsters to hire her." Fitz shrugged as he watched the lead off batter hit a single to right field.
Liv elbowed him. "Ha, told you, now he won't get walked, you don't put the tying run on second, although it is the Rangers. Let's see."
The count got to 3 balls and no strikes. It was an unintentional, intentional walk. The pitcher was throwing all around the plate. Thinking Jebson would be taking the walk, the pitcher threw the ball in.
With one swing of the bat, the game was over. Jebson sailed the ball out of the park, the deepest part of center field, a walk off two run game winning home run.
Liv wiped the salt off her hands and stood up. "Told you." She smirked.
Fitz stood up with her. "you're so fucking sexy." He whispered in her ear, causing chills to go down her spine.
She put her head into the crook of his neck, with a deep breath. "Stop, you're doing things to me."
"That's my intention."
"Hey, we're the newlyweds." Gerry stood up. "That was an exciting game. Let's head to the shops, Lucia can't wait to spend my money."
They headed over Temescal, after a brief stroll along the marina. Gerry and Lucia off on their own looking at the boats, and Fitz and Liv just sitting watching the boats dock and leave. Fitz's hair was blowing a bit in the breeze, Liv squinted looking at him.
"Have you ever wanted to own a boat?" Liv wondered.
"Nah, that's more my dad's thing." He looked over, his father was pointing and showing Lucia some boats.
"They look happy." Liv said.
"They do look happy. My father seems calm, at peace with himself. I'm glad we came out here early, before Sparks and had some time with them." Liv placed her head on his chest.
Kissing her head, his saw his father walking over. "This certainly changed into a young crowd town."
Fitz agreed. "Ok, Livvie, you and Lucia want to do some shopping? Dad and I will find a place to eat. How about we meet up in about an hour and a half?"
Shoes, lingerie, jeans, sundresses, and a jump start on maternity clothes, shopping with Lucia was so much fun. You wouldn't know it, but her taste in clothing was very good, and she picked out so many things for Olivia to bring back with her.
Lucia was very helpful with the maternity clothes, having two pregnancies of her own. "It's important you're comfortable in the later months, loose fitting clothing, but cute, stylish." Lucia added.
Liv went off on her own for a while, picking out the lingerie she wanted for Fitz to see. Only he knew her body, and she wanted to wear sexy while she still had the figure, before the big round belly. She picked up a Dolce and Gabbana bralette, black lace.
It would leave the stomach uncovered and the breast line went well below her scars. She wasn't ashamed anymore, and she wanted Fitz to see her in this, hell she wanted to see her in this. She thought about getting the red, to bring out her skin tone a bit more, but settled on the black, it had a more seductive look to it.
With it being lace, Fitz wouldn't have to leave much to his imagination. Thinking of, she pulled out her phone. She sent a quick text to her mom with a picture of the bralette.
"Shopping out and about in Oakland, saw this and thought how you wouldn't think twice, so I didn't think twice. Can't wait for you to move to Vermont, love you mom." She sent the text to Maya,
It was early morning, 3 am in Paris, she didn't expect a response until later, but she got one nonetheless.
"Yes I am awake, packing away my life here. It's about time you came to your senses and didn't question buying it, now I hope it doesn't stay on too long. That man deserves to see you in that. Good choice, love you too baby girl, talk soon."
The ladies met their loves outside an international restaurant that seemed packed to capacity. Fitz took the bags from both of them, giving them to the host to put aside while they ate their meal. "Looks like you two had fun." He turned to Liv. "Buy anything sexy?"
"You'll just have to wait and see. Hope you like lace."
"Mmm, stop that, Livvie. Although I like taking off lace more. Please don't tease me."
"As if I would ever." She kissed him as the four of them headed to the table.
Finishing up a dinner that was packed with every kind of international dish imagined, they sat back now just having a few drinks and talking about all the events coming up. The manager, or owner was greeting guests around the tables and stopped frozen in her tracks at their table.
"Holy Shit, Fitz Grant, how the hell are you?" The blonde, attractive lady looked around the table and stopped at Gerry. "Mr. Grant, Senator, how are you? My God, this is amazing. "
Liv looked at Fitz, seeing his face turn beet red, but holding his composure. "Keira Anderson, my goodness, I haven't seen you since junior year."
"That's right, Keira, how is your father?" Gerry asked.
"Oh, he's good, loving retirement. He's over in Bakersfield, I can't wait to tell him I saw you. He always did ask about you." She turned back to Fitz. "I heard about what happened overseas, I'm so sorry. It was always great at your place, we all had such a blast."
"We did, we did." He shook his head, and glanced over at Liv. "Keira, meet my fiancé, Olivia Pope, and you remember Lucia, my dad and her just married this passed weekend."
"Oh, awesome, congratulations. Pleased to meet you Olivia. So, are you elite or double platinum at Club Fitz T.?" Keira laughed.
"I don't know…." Liv looked over at Fitz who seemed like he wanted to dive into a mud hole.
"Oh, come on Fitz, you remember, on the beach, when your dad was in DC."
"Oh, really, no do tell." Gerry was curious now.
"Fitz would have some crazy ass parties on that beach. All the girls got to join Club Fitz T. It was tiered membership." Keira smiled at Fitz having no clue she was sinking him, drowning him into slow humiliation.
He scratched his head and rubbed his face. He bit his lip looking at Lucia for some help. "Estas solo" she shrugged.
"Depending on how or what they were willing to give up to Fitz and some of his buddies, determined the tier your were on. I think the only girl to make double platinum was Gloria something, what she did with Pierce, your buddy from science class."
"Oh, and what exactly got you to double platinum?" Liv asked not taking her eyes off Fitz.
"I would say it, but I have too much respect for Mr. Grant. I only made it to gold tier, right Fitz?" She winked. "I was a good girl, still am. I am married, twelve years now, three kids, a boy and two girls." She laughed not realizing the damage she'd done to Fitz.
Liv's teeth were biting her inner lip, she was deep in thought. She listened though as Keira sunk the ship just a bit more.
"You know what, thinking about it now, Fitz, I think I still have my membership card. You had cards made up, and to get on the beach, we had to show them, like a beach pass for tourists. That was something. High school, they were the best years of my life." She turned to a direction where she was being called.
"I have to go, don't be strangers ok, I own the place, call anytime. I'll bring my card next time." She gave Fitz a small peck on the cheek and left.
Fitz took a deep breath, holding it in, then letting it out slowly. Gerry's hands were folded in front of his mouth as he was hiding the smile and trying desperately not to burst out laughing. He leaned over to Fitz. "Guess what, I think the beach just talked." He gave Fitz a pat on the shoulder and took Lucia's hand. "We'll be waiting outside."
Liv licked her lips, leaving her tongue bent on her top lip, her eyebrows raised. "What was that all about?"
Fitz picked up the bill, he signed the receipt, and waved his hand. "She was over exaggerating, really, it was just some, you know high school stuff." He took a hard swallow. "Well, we better go."
"Did you use your double platinum card for the bill?" Liv waited for an answer, her arms crossed.
Fitz put his head down, he just wanted to crawl into the nearest hole.
With as smooth a fly home as it was to Oakland, they all called it a night, with Fitz and Liv heading down to the basement. Lucia walked up to Fitz before heading upstairs to her room. "estas en problemas." She nodded in an I told you so manner. She always did warn him his father would find out.
Fitz just didn't think it would happen while he was a grown man, engaged to be married, with a child on the way. After their separate showers, Fitz was watching Liv put lotion on, her bathrobe wrapped securely around her body.
He was shirtless lying on the bed. "I love the smell of your lotion Livvie, it brings me to such a happy place." He was trying to have her forget Club Fitz T.
"Uh huh." She turned to the bed, still with the bathrobe wrapped tied tightly around.
She sat on the edge of the bed shutting down her phone. He moved a bit of her hair from her neck, putting his warm lips on her skin. Feeling his tongue make circles and go up to her ear. She didn't budge.
"Oh, I have a picture to show you." She opened the file with the bralette picture she sent Maya. "So, what do you think."
Fitz could feel the saliva build in his mouth. "Tell me that's what's under the bathrobe." He covered his face and fell flat on the bed. "Keira Anderson." He muffled the name. "Always running her trap."
Liv kneeled over him now. "Oh, I didn't think she was too bad. Seemed very nice , quite informative." Liv brought her head down, cupping his cheeks and planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Livvie, please take off the robe."
"Hmm, do I need a platinum card for that, or will the Club Fitz T Gold Card work?"
He moaned. Getting her body close to his now, she kissed from his collarbone down to his abs. "How tan were you while you were running your club on the beach?" She stopped, resting her head on his stomach and rubbing his hardening organ coming through the boxers.
"I…not sure. Oh, Liv, come on." He felt her hand go down his boxers and stroke his dick, gently, then massage his balls, nice circular motions, and he hardened even more. He went down to pull his boxers and she stopped his hand.
"Does my membership get revoked if I stop you?" She did the process for him, exposing his rock hard erection now and gently brushing her lips up from the bottom to the tip.
"Fuck Livvie, no your membership is never ever revoked." He covered his face with his hand, breathing unevenly now with the feel of her breath, her lips on him.
Cupping her lips around it now, she went down slowly, her tongue making it wet, as she came back up to the tip and licked around it, feeling the pre liquid at the top. "Am I platinum yet?"
"Multi-platinum." She never heard his voice so weak. She was in a position where he couldn't grab her, and she knew he wanted her in a bad way.
Once more, using her saliva to go up and down, she stopped at the tip, gently biting with her teeth, and his stomach arched, "Ahh, Livvie." She kneeled up now, spreading his thighs with her knee so she was in between them, and she untied her robe.
Using her hands, she slid the robe off from her shoulders and it fell onto his knees, and he looked up at her in the bralette, only the bralette, her bottom bare.
"My membership, Mr. Grant, what do I get if I do this?" Her hand grabbed that erection, and placed it just outside her entrance, mixing the juices around, wetting his member even more.
"Livvie, stop, fuck the membership, Geez, fuck me. Let me touch that lace on your skin."
With a quick motion she grabbed his wrists and held them on either side of his head. Her lips right over his, she outlined his with her tongue. "Patience, I have to earn my member rewards right."
He closed his eyes tight in her grip. He wanted to lick her body, those scars on her chest, and soak right through the lace onto her breast, he saw her hardened nipples. He wanted to wrap his teeth on them.
"So, you had fun with the girls on the beach?" She moved her body up, so her chest was right above his lips. "How many girls?"
He went to lick her neckline, anything in his mouth, just to taste her. She was driving him crazy. She pulled back. "No, no, not yet, membership has it's rewards right?"
Back down now, still holding his hands down by the wrists, she slid so the lace met his skin on his chest. "Ugh, Livvie, I need to be in you." His hips raised, wanting her so bad.
"How much is membership to Club Fitz T?" Her lips went to his neck, her tongue licking to his ear, "because I'm about to pay up."
As much as she was playing with him, she needed him. She turned herself on feeling her wetness, her aching in the core. "You know" she whispered. "In a few months this stomach will be round, our baby growing, I won't have this much fun."
He agreed, nodding. There is nothing he wouldn't agree to right now, he was at her mercy. Their eyes met, his pleading, hers seducing, and she smiled. "I love you Fitz." Her lips fell into his, her tongue swirled deep into his mouth and she let his hands go.
He immediately flipped her to her back, his mouth devouring every exposed piece of skin through the lace. He was so immersed in her stomach, up to her breasts, to her chest and back down, he didn't ever realize he was inside her, and only knew because she began riding against him, her eyes closed in pure bliss.
Licking through the lace, his hand under her on her back lifting her slightly to get more of a comfort for his lips, he finally threw his head back. All that teasing took it's toll, and he thrusted inside her, grunting loud.
"Fitz." He felt her legs wrap around his back as she held onto his shoulder blades, her orgasm taking her to a place of explosion. Feeling him just afterwards he fell forward on to her, breathing heavily into her bralette.
Rubbing his wet from sweat curls now as he rested on chest, he didn't have the strength to even look at her. "You know, you're the only member now of the Club Fitz T. No one else will ever be welcomed."
She smiled, too exhausted to speak. Her eyes closed, holding him close to her heart. She was learning so much about the carefree life he had before captivity and she was overwhelmed with emotions that he could now have fun reliving it with her.
He may never get those two years back, but for the past week in Santa Barbara, Fitz was brought back to a place he called home, and Liv was and always will be right there by his side.