Since FF is playing and won't let me post this separately, I'm posting this here. This is a One Shot and is completely AU. Happy New Years to you all.

He listens intently as the flight attendant notifies the passengers that they will be landing soon. He's heard the instructions so many times, he mouths them along with the woman delivering them. The moment the instructions are finished, he returns his sights to the scenery outside of the plane's window. This is the most stressful part of his journey, the moment where he is so close, yet still so far away from his desired destination.

He's been working non stop for the past two weeks, his most recent trip was to Tokyo, and all he wants is more than a night off, but, such is the life of a pilot. Tomorrow he will be on his way to his next destination where he will be spending his days off before moving on to the next place on his itinerary. He knows he needs to take full advantage of this night that he has. Tonight is all they have. Who knows when he can arrange for them to be in the same city again.

After the plane has safely landed, and the passengers have departed, he finishes out his shift and makes his way towards his awaiting car. His assistant is on standby, ready to give him everything he needs for his time off, and he thanks her graciously. What kind of a pilot has a personal assistant? One who flies for the airline his father owns, and expects him to take over the reigns in three months.

He settles in the back of the town car and closes his eyes for a moment, just relishing in the fact that she will be in his arms soon. If it were possible, he'd see to it that she was in his arms every night, but her job as an E.R. Physician causes her to be on call in New York for most of the year, while his sends him all over the globe. It has been months since they've had more than a few days together and it is driving him insane.

As his driver pulls up to the front of the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, he shivers as he prepares himself for what he is about to endure. Of course it's less than 500 ft from the car to the front door, but it's New York in the dead of winter, and the weather is anything but kind.

The harsh winds, and early signs of snow are a far cry from the year round sand and sun his body is used to. If he had his way he'd never set foot outside of sunny California. But as he has been reminded by the pancake like clouds that grace the wintry sky; his life is no longer his own.

He thought that when he reached the much coveted passage into adulthood, he'd be able to go off on his own and live his life how he saw fit. He has, rather he had, but he wasn't expecting on how much falling in love would cause him to do things he would have never done before.

He eats differently, he dresses differently. He even sleeps and breathes differently now that she's in his life. Eight months ago, he decided to pack his bags and leave California for good, to settle in New York. Why? Because that decision made her the happiest he had ever seen her, and he was ok with that, he welcomed that. But in his defense, he didn't know how brutal New York could be in winter. He smiles as he knows the weather is a non factor. He'd choose to be wherever she was again and again, as long as it kept a smile on her face. She definitely has him wrapped around her finger he knows it, but most importantly, she knows it.

When she asks, he can say no, but they both know that no means yes and that he'll end up giving in anyway. She owns him, she controls him. His life is no longer his own. Without his approval, his heart decided that she should hold the key to his happiness, which is why he left the comfort of the sand and sun to weather the harsh winters of New York. But in exchange for a life of sand and sun, he has been rewarded with the love of the most incredible being to have ever entered his life.

He shakes his head as he realizes that he is literally 20 minutes away from their home. They purchased the home together and had moved in eight months ago, but he has spent very little time there as work keeps pulling him away. He silently wonders what the room looks like, filled with the newest furniture they had selected together through Skype. The last he recalled, she was undecided on whether she wanted the white comforter with black trim or the teal and white that was littered with fleur de leis to grace their bed. She had texted him this morning saying she had decided, but she refused to show him the picture just yet.

Instead of being in his warm bed tonight, he will be bringing in the new year, in an over priced hotel penthouse suite that has a perfect view of the ball dropping. But hey, this is what she wants and as long as she's happy, he's okay with that. Besides, he owes this to her since he was stuck having to leave for work immediately after they opened their presents Christmas morning. He silently curses himself as he knows he should be here for little moments like this. Skype shouldn't be the third party in their relationship, but fortunately that will all come to an end very soon.

He knows this time apart is wearing on her too, but she never complains and he loves her even more for her understanding. Soon, he will no longer have to leave home for ridiculously long trips. Soon, he will go to sleep and wake up every morning with the love of his life in his arms... At least when she doesn't have to work.

As the driver opens his door, he thanks the man kindly, before tipping him rather handsomely. He walks to the back of his car, and helps the driver unload his bags as a bellhop places them on a cart. Once he makes his way inside, he blesses the warmth that greets him. He cups his hands together and places them to his mouth. He blows his warm breath into his hands, before rubbing them together. He pauses for a moment and repeats the same process as the tingling from the cold assaulting his fingers still remains. She told him to wear gloves and and a scarf. He knows he should've listened, but, he's a man. He thought that being a man meant he could endure the cold weather even if only for a few minutes. Fuck was he wrong.

When he finally regains feeling in his hands, he allows his eyes to scan the lobby, searching for the closest elevator. There is no need to check in as his assistant had done that for him earlier, and handed him his room key the moment he exited his plane. Finally spotting the shiny golden doors, he nods to the bellhop, and together they make their way towards his destination.

He walks through the lobby with a confidence that commands attention of all those in his presence. His swagger and million dollar smile causes the women to swoon, and their partners to take offense. He runs his fingers through his freshly cut hair, causing a curl to rest lazily on his forehead. He knows women and men alike are watching his every step. None of that matters because he is here for one reason and one reason only; Livvie.

She is the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky, all wrapped into one. She's his hallelujah heroine and reason to breathe, she's his lifeline. Her silky jet black hair constantly beckons his hands to reach out and run his finger through it. Her creamy mocha skin, always commands the tenderness of his kiss. Her big round chocolate doe eyes, have the power to make him bend to her will, and when she laughs, she brings him to his knees.

He enters the elevator and slips in his key card before pressing the button that will lead him to his floor. It is eerily quiet, and all that can be heard are the sounds of the elevator's mechanism leading him floor by floor to his destination.

The bellhop tries to make idle chit chat about the weather and he engages for a few moments until the dinging of the elevator's bell alerts him that he has arrived. They arrive at the door to his suite, and he tips the man handsomely as he assures him he can take his bags from there. The bellhop looks surprised as he looks into his hand and sees his tip was $200, but gratefully thanks his tipper and heads back downstairs.

When he opens the door to the room, her perfume immediately fills his senses. He is in such a rush to find her that he doesn't seem to notice the sea of flameless candles that have created a path to where she will be. It is only when he sets his bag down that the first flicker catches his eye. He follows the path that leads to the bathroom, and smiles as he sees her sitting on the side of the tub.

"Hi." He says as he takes three giants steps to officially close the painful gap between them.

"Hi." She responds, and he can't help but to notice she is glowing as her eyes begin roaming his body.

He pulled her up and into his arms, his hands immediately roaming the fluffy white robe that covers her body. He feels a stirring in his pants as he is sure that is the only thing she is wearing. He knows she's prepared dinner as he can smell the aroma of whatever it is she has made as suddenly wonders if she was wearing only this robe or less as she was preparing it. His eyes flicker between her lips and neck, before finally settling on her eyes.

"God I've missed you." He whimpers out, just moments before his mouth crashes hungrily onto hers. He feels her tense at first, clearly his eagerness to feel his lips upon hers has taken her by surprise. After a few seconds she melts into his kiss, and begins returning it with equal fervor.

She snakes her tongue between his lips, and moans as she successfully pulls his tongue into her mouth. His hands slide down to cup her ass, bringing her body further into his. She begins sucking on his tongue, hard, as she feels the robe slipping from her body, and thanks god that their wait is over. Of course they'd have to wait a little longer to be together without interruption, but tonight would do for now. She wants so badly for him to bend her over the sink and take her hard, but that will have to wait. She has plans for them, and tonight, will be special. Before her robe falls to the floor, she breaks the kiss, and ties the robes straps back around her waist.

"First you will take a bath. It's been a long flight and I know you need to relax. Then dinner, and then we'll see where the evening leads us." She says as he places another kiss on his lips.

"I have waited far too long to have you in my arms again. So the only way you are getting me in that tub, is if you join me". He responds, his eyes daring her to make a decision.

She chews on her bottom lip as if she's pondering his words. It has been a week since she had been in his arms and she really didn't want to wait. Besides, what harm could a bath do? She places her hands on his chest, and slowly begins unfastening his shirt. Her breath hitches as the soft patch of hair on his chest slowly begins to reveal itself.

Her lips press against his chest as she slides his dress shirt off of his shoulders. She bites her lip as she watches the tightening of his muscles as he helps her remove his shirt. This man was truly perfect. Her man was truly perfect. She raked her nails down his chest, and looked into his eyes as her fingers toyed with his belt.

He was so lost in the moment that he hadn't realized his pants were now a pool around his ankles. He watched attentively as she placed a kiss on his rigid abs, before sliding his boxers down his thighs.

Once he was completely naked, she allowed her eyes to roam his body. Every time she saw him he looked better and better. He grabbed his hand, and led him into the oversized tub before slowly removing her robe and climbing in with him. The warmth of the water was welcomed as it helped to remove the chill in his bones. He reached for the bath sponge, and began running the wet sponge across her skin.

"You know, I should be doing this for you." She moans as she closes her eyes and allows herself to selfishly enjoy his ministrations.

"Touching you, holding you in my arms like this, is what truly helps me relax." He responds as he places a tender kiss on the top of her head.

"Well then by all means, relax away."

They spend the next half hour tenderly bathing one another and catch up on what's going on at the house. She tells him that she has a full "honey do" list for when he returns home, and he responds that he can't wait to begin them. Only when the water begins to chill do they remove themselves from the tub and wrap their bodies in the plush robes the hotel has provided.

She leads him over into the dinning area and urges him to sit while she goes to collect dinner. He returns a few moments later with two plates of chicken florentine and roasted potatoes. She sets his plate in front of him and goes to take her seat, but he is faster than she is and pulls her onto his lap.

She turns in his arms so her legs are draped over his thighs and begins to feed him his dinner. The meal takes twice as long to consume because they spend time between bites exchanging kisses and tender touches. When they have finally had their fill, she takes the plates and washes them, before wrapping up the extra food he plans to send with him when he leaves. She feels herself tearing up as se realizes he will have to leave in the morning, but she quickly pushes the thought away, determined to not ruin what they have tonight.

When she returns to the living room she sees him siting on the sofa with two glasses of champagne in hand. She joins him and graciously accepts the glass, before taking a sip of the bubbly liquid. When she pulls the glass from her lips, he feels a little bit of champagne running down the side of her chin. She goes to wipe it away, but again e is faster. He leans over and licks the champagne trail off of her chin and continues his path across her lips.

He moans as he tastes the sweetness of her mouth mixed with the champagne, and wonders how it would taste if he licked it off of every part of her body. It's almost as if she can sense his thoughts because she slowly reaches up and closes her robe even tighter.

"Not yet." She says with a giggle as a pout forms on his face.

Before he has a chance to object, she reaches for her phone and opens her photos. She begins showing him the work she has done on her days off this week. The bedroom walls are now a grayish hue, and he smiles as he realizes she decided to go with the white comforter with the black trim. She has painted the master bathroom and the guest bedrooms, and has even added a few decorations to the downstairs.

There's a knock at the door and he wonders who it could be as it is now 11:50. He prays it is who he thinks it is, but he isn't quite sure. He looks into her eyes and sees that she is definitely up to something. He walks to the door, not caring that he is a 6'2 man in a fuzzy bathrobe, he just wants to tell whoever it is to go away.

When he opens the door tears fall down his eyes as Abby is standing on the other side with their most valuable package. "Hope come to daddy." He coos as he takes his 3 month old daughter from her godmother. Abby explains that she is one floor down, and will be back after midnight to get Hope so they could spend some time alone.

Fitz brushes a curl off of his daughter's forehead, and can't help but laugh as falls right back into place. Although his daughter is asleep, he can tell as senses his presence as she snuggles into his chest. He makes a mental note to get Abby's room number so e can spend time with Hope before he has to leave the next morning.

"This night is truly perfect." He says as he pulls Liv into his free arm.

It is now 11:58, and they make their way towards the floor to ceiling windows, and sit on the sofa that is placed there. Liv leans into his side, while Hope lay peacefully in her father's arms. They know they haven't spoken many words this evening but they don't have to. They can never explain it to others, but they have a way of communicating their deepest desires and needs.

They can tell the year is coming to an end as they see the ball slowly begin it's descent towards it's base. Fitz wrap his arms tighter around his wife, a silent thanks for the blessings se has bestowed upon him this year. The room is silent and allows them to hear the crowd in Times Square begin counting down the end of the year.

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Liv leans up in Fitz's arms and their mouths meld together. They remain this way for a few moments before Fitz places Hope between them and they both smoosh her cheeks together in a New Years kiss. Fitz can't help but smile as he realizes that he will be home full time with the loves of his life in three short months. Hope begins to stir a little, but Fitz is able to rock her gently back to sleep. For a moment he almost doesn't as he desperately wants to look into her hazel orbs, but he knows that mommy needs his attention as well, and that won't happen if Hope awakes.

The moment she stills, there is a knock on the door signaling Abby's return. Ten minutes is hardly enough time, but he will definitely make up for it in the morning. Liv walks to the door with him, and they both place one final kiss on Hope's cheeks before handing her back to Abby. Abby says her Happy New Years and wishes them good night, and quickly makes her way back towards her room.

"She's getting so big." Fitz says as he can't believe their baby is two months already.

"She is. You know she misses her daddy." Liv responded as she wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Hmmm… Daddy misses her too. Tell me, did you miss daddy?" He asked as his hands began toying with the tie of her robe.

She wanted nothing more than to answer him, but as his hand moved to expertly undo the tie that held her robe closed, her breath hitched. Her eyes darted between his mouth and his chest as Fitz slid his hand around her waist. She couldn't think about anything other than how good it felt to have his hand caressing her flesh.

Her pants turned into subtle moans as she felt his hand slide inside of her robe. She gripped onto his when he gently gripped her ass before his hand migrated to where she desired him most.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as his fingers were met with the proof of her arousal. A smile crossed his face as she gripped onto his arms and her head fell back in pleasure. He missed seeing the look on her face as he worked to make her unravel in his arms. He missed this. He missed her. Since Hope was born he found his wife to be even more beautiful, more desirable, and as he felt her knees begin to buckle, Fitz knew neither of them could wait much longer. He slipped two fingers inside of her drenched heat, as his lips came dangerously close to hers.

"Didn't you miss me Livvie, even a little?" he asked at the exact moment his thumb began grazing over her clit.

Liv's hand slid up his arm and cupped his face as she tried to reclaim her ability to speak her feelings. "I did... Miss you... Oh yea..." she managed to pant out as he slipped her a third finger. She couldn't contain the moans threatening to escape, so she pulled his mouth down to hers and allowed her husband to work her body over as he drew her bottom lip into his mouth.

Their kiss was heated and passionate as Fitz expertly strummed the chords that had her grinding into his hand. He could feel her essence flowing freely from her body, and fought the urge to take her right then and there. This had to be special.

Fitz's hand picked up speed as he felt her pulling on his hair and nibbling on his bottom lip. The urgency of her kiss as she forced her tongue into his mouth, told him she was close.

"Open your eyes" he demanded giving them just enough time to take in more oxygen before he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Liv struggled at first, but eventually managed to allow her eyes to flutter open as their tongues dueled for dominance. She felt the pressure building inside of her and suddenly it was too much. She began frantically sucking on his tongue causing Fitz to moan as he felt her walls beginning to contract around his fingers. He held onto her as tightly as he could without hurting her, as her knees finally gave out, and her body exploded in orgasmic release

He stepped back from her for a moment, just long enough to grab the bottle of champagne off of the coffee table. He returned to her and smiled wickedly as he tilted the bottle, allowing the champagne to coat her neck.

Instantly his mouth latched onto her neck, and her hands found their way into his curls. He sucked and licked at her neck before moving to the other side and doing the same.

"Hmmm, this is honestly the best champagne I have ever tasted." Fitz growled as he slid the robe off of her shoulders and allowed it to pool to the floor. Liv moaned as his fingers expertly began roaming her body.

Fitz worked his way down to her breasts and pulled a nipple into his mouth as she began fumbling with the tie to his robe. He gently bit down on her nipple, causing her to whimper out as she forced the robe open and pulled it off his arms. This only served to rile him up more as he quickly discarded the robe and resumed his first treat of the New Year. He latched on to her other breast causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Fitz..."

"Quiet..." He ordered as walked her backwards until she was against the wall. He tilted the bottle of champagne until it began to spill over her body, and licked its trail between her breasts to her navel. He continued on his path as he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder and parted her slick, champagne covered folds. He felt himself growing painfully hard as his tongue began lapping up her juices along with the bubbly drink.

Liv moaned as he laid back, pulling her with him so she was now sitting on his face. "Ride me" he hummed against her bundle of nerves as his tongue thrust inside of her. Liv saw stars as the amount of pleasure Fitz was giving her with his mouth was building up to ungodly heights. She began moving her hips back and forth as her body continued to feed Fitz all he could take.

"Fuck... Fitz" as well as a slew of obscenities left her mouth as she threw her head back in rapture. The pressure building within her caused her body to shake while succumbing to the hottest, most explosive orgasm she had ever encountered.

"Fitz..." She moaned as she moved her body downward and began licking the champagne flavored essence off of his lips. The kiss became heated, and Liv quickly broke apart, the desire to taste him becoming more than she could stand.

She ran her tongue across his pecks and gently nibbled on each nipple before making her way lower to his abs. She traced the ridges of his six pack and made her way lower.

Fitz thought of everything from birds to 2015 tax season in attempts to not finish too quickly. Even though he was the first she had engaged in giving oral to, she had always been masterful in her ministrations, each lick, suck, or nibble, threatening to throw him over the edge. Fitz tangled his hands into her hair, and pulled her up, only moments before he found release.

"Shower, now." Was all he could get out as he lifted her up and made his way towards the shower. Refusing to set her down, Fitz turned the water on and their lips found each other's once again as their tongues relished in their sweet reunion.

Liv managed to convince Fitz to set her down long enough for her to enter the stream of water and allow it to begin washing the stickiness of the champagne from her body which Fitz insisted on doing himself as she washed him. No sooner than the last of the bubbles had been rinsed clean did Fitz have her pinned against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Fitz entered her slowly at the same time his tongue entered her mouth. They both moaned at the feeling of him filling her body in a way no man has ever been able to. It truly felt as if they were made for each other. Slow thrust quickly became harder, faster, and deeper as she bit down on his shoulder. Her hands tugging and pulling his hair only served to egg him on as he masterfully hit her glorious spot over and over sending her over a cliff screaming his name. It wasn't too long after that Fitz found himself crying out for his wife as he spilled his hot seed inside of her.

This was definitely how it was supposed to be.

The two waited until they were able to gather proper footing before separating and finishing their shower. Fitz dried himself off then Liv before picking her up and carrying her back into her bedroom to begin round two.

After hours of making and professing their love for one another, the two of them lay in bed, their bodies intertwined.

Liv lay with her head resting heavily on Fitz's chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. Although he had to leave in a few hours, she was thankful they were able to bring the New Year in together. It would be a week before she saw him again, but these separations wouldn't go on for much longer. Soon, he would be the big man in charge and his days in the air would be long gone.

Fitz felt Liv's head becoming heavier as her breathing began to even out.

"I love you Livvie."

"I love you too Fitz."

"Happy New Years Livvie."

"Happy New Years Fitz."