The rest of their vacation was spent in a dizzying whirlwind full of happiness and potential. While Fitz seemed determined to keep them indoors and slated with good love making, Olivia made sure she still got to drag him out of the house to finish seeing all of Walt Disney World before they ended their trip.

On their last night Fitz made sure they made it to see the fireworks display. They viewed Wishes Fireworks from the bridge between the downtown and Cinderella Castle where the bridge sloped down so that they had clear, unobstructed views of the spectacular display.

Fitz was leaning against a lamp post with Olivia leaning against him. He looked around at the crowd, seeing the joy and happiness on the faces of everyone-especially the children. Would they return with their children in the future? He imagined that it could become a family tradition of sorts to travel and expose the children to different things.

Through the engagement Fitz and Olivia now reserved spots in their hearts for Walt Disney World. There was an elderly couple near them and he smiled thinking that he could not wait until one day people looked to him and Olivia happily in love even at advanced ages.

Looking down at their joined hands he saw her engagement ring catch some of the fireworks. The ring had taken him a while to pick out but after seeing the design and seeing her reaction he knew he had made the right choice. She had accepted him and taken him deeper into her life. One day soon, he would slide her wedding band on to complete her ring set and he could barely suppress the primal satisfaction that came with knowing that they would be completely tied to each other. Pressing a kiss to the top of her he lowered his head to her ear.

"I love you, Livvie."

She did not bother trying to stop the smile that spread across her face. "I love you too, Fitz."

The weight of her engagement ring still felt odd at times but she was getting used to seeing and feeling it. The ring itself really seemed like a physical reminder of the love they shared for each other. She loved that the blue diamond resembled Fitz's eyes. He was so good at picking up on details that were important to her.

A date still had not been set but they had agreed that the length of the engagement did not need to be long. After coming to that conclusion Fitz had joked that since he was such a great travel partner he could start planning their next trip-their honeymoon-right away, while Olivia had willingly agreed.

His warmth was seeping through his clothes into her and she stifled a shiver as another kind of warmth spread through her due to their proximity.

"Are you okay, Liv?" Fitz's baritone vibrated through his chest and she saw his face being lowered close to hers.

"Never been better but as great as this fireworks display is I was thinking we could create some of our own before we leave in the morning," Olivia said, her voice husky with desire.

He stared at her, hungrily, and she felt herself softening like a chocolate bar left in the sun. She leaned toward him, staring at his mouth, hoping to kiss him again as he picked her up.

Carrying her into the room, Fitz closed the door with his foot and the noise from the hallway receded at once.

"First, a bath," he said, carrying her into the smaller room.

Olivia thought she couldn't wait to slide into the warmth of a bath, washing the dirt of the park off her skin, off her hair. Fitz set her down on the toilet and turned to the bath and it was not long before she heard the water gushing out.

"I don't want you drowning in here, especially now," he said, pouring some bubble bath into the warming water and the bathroom filled with the fragrance of roses.

Fitz's arms went around her, pulling her toward him. "I think about you all day," he whispered, quietly, "wondering how on Earth I got lucky enough to find you and have you see walk into my crazy life and accept me despite it all."

His hand moved up her back and she felt the long zip slide down. He carefully peeled the clingy material from her body and the dress slithered to the floor. She felt him start to push the straps of her slip down over her arms. His cerulean eyes held hers while he slowly slid her slip down over her breasts, her waist, and her hips until it, too, fell to the floor.

Almost hypnotized, staring deeply into his eyes, she gave herself up to the intense pleasure of feeling him look at her, touch her. He unsnapped her bra and let it fall and then she felt the slow, warm brush of his fingertips on her breast. Her nipples hardened, dark chocolate in color and stinging with sensation.

"Fitz," she whispered.

He looked into her eyes. "Tell me you want me, Livvie."

"I want you, Fitz. So much."

His hand traveled on, stroking her stomach; he slid it inside her now wet panties and she could not hold back the moan that escaped her. The panties were gone in a flash then she was naked and he was looking at her body in a way that made her skin hot, so unbearably hot. She turned her face into his chest, shuddering.

His hand covered the back of her head, running through her large, dark curls; he stroked her hair, moved his cheek against it... she felt a pleasure so sharp that a groan rose from deep within her.

"I want you," he said. "Forever."

A moment later, she was in the bath, covered by the warm, bubbly water.

He was naked, now too—his strong, athletic body moving toward the bath. And then, he was in the water with her, a tsunami pushing back and forth from him to her. The floor and all their clothes were wet.

His legs touched hers, one on either side of her and she felt the muscled thighs moving against her. She watched his mouth move saying something she couldn't hear—a mouth that made her heart beat with a strong, hot pulse.

Fitz shifted his position; his thighs moved in closer to her, enclosed her firmly, rubbing softly against her. She knew what she would see if she looked down into the bath.

"Don't forget to wash your hair," he said and got up. For a moment, she though he was getting out of the tub but he reached for the shower attachment on the wall and then stood over her, directing it down on her head.

She laughed and with water running down her face, tried to grab the shower head from him but he moved it away and then opened the small bottle of shampoo that was sitting on the shelf. He tipped the creamy liquid into his palm, knelt down and began rubbing it into her hair, kneeling in front of her, his strong fingers massaging her head. He rinsed the shampoo off then began conditioning her hair. While they waited for the conditioner to soak he trailed small kisses all over her face, murmuring endearments the whole time.

After rinsing out the conditioner from her hair he washed his own hair and then towel dried it making the curls more pronounced. Dropping the towel onto the floor by their wet clothes he caught her by the waist as she stood up and pulled her back into the water. This time she landed on top of him, her body between his parted legs.

She whispered his name as she felt his hands sliding over her bare skin, his chest behind her back, his body moving against hers, his erection pressing against her butt.

His lips moved against her ear, saying nothing that she could understand.

He picked up her body wash and began washing her slowly, rhythmically, methodically—beginning with her shoulders, moving on to her arms, then softly over her breasts while she tremble and closed her eyes. His hand kept moving on its downward trajectory and she cried out in wonderful surprise.

He wanted to give her everything; all the sensations possible to feel at the same time. Her body was shuddering so hard at this point that it thrilled him to know he turned her on so much. Pushing into her slit, he sent in two fingers at once, her slickness welcoming him in with ease.

As his fingers invaded, she shook violently. He closed his hands on her waist, lifted her and spun her around, lowered her again and she found herself looking into his cerulean blue eyes.

He began soaping her back, her butt, her legs in that slow, exploratory fashion while he watched her face.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered and then lifted his face until their mouths met.

She kissed him back, hungrily, her blood singing in her ears, giving in to the urge that had gripped her whenever she saw him staring at her hungrily. She belonged to him, body and soul from the moment they had met and after everything they had gone through he had shown her that he was equally hers. They were partners.

She wanted him so badly that she touched him with hands shaky with desire, caressing his broad shoulders and deep, muscled chest. She ran her fingers downward until she heard Fitz draw a long, sharp breath.

In their entanglement, they forgot where they were, their bodies tangled together, shifting eagerly, coming closer, sliding deeper into the water.

It was only when the water came up over their faces that they broke apart, laughing.

"The water's getting cold," he said, his voice thick with desire.

He got out first and watched her rise from the water, her brown skin glistening, wet like a mocha Venus. His hand closed around hers, his fingers strong and warm. "The minute I saw you," he said, "I knew I wanted you. Somehow, I knew that we'd get here and it's better than I could have dreamed."

She knew it had happened to her, just as instantly. She could try and deny it but why and recognized he could feel the fierce racing of her pulse under his fingertips.

"What do you want, Livvie?"

"You. Just you, Fitz. I want you so much right now, it hurts just to breathe."

She slipped her arms up his chest, sending sparks of heat shooting through his body. "Make love to me, Fitz. Make love to me until all I can remember, all I can think about, is you."

Reaching up, she pressed her mouth against his. It was the sweet, slow kiss of a temptress. A kiss of hunger, a kiss of need and for a quick second, he held himself back, trying to regain control.

But then she traced his lips, moving that wet, pink tongue across the seam of his mouth and the last of his tenuous control disappeared. It exploded inside him. He pulled his mouth away just long enough to pull in a breath and try and regain whatever sanity he had left.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

He dipped his mouth down for another taste. One kiss became another and then another. Hot, wet kisses that grew and grew until the passion threatened to make him lose himself in her. He could kiss her forever-her taste always made him hungry-for a lifetime.

"Touch me, Fitz."

She didn't have to ask him twice and he slid his fingers down her body, past the curve of her breasts and along the arc of her waist. He cupped her butt and then retraced his journey, caressing and exploring once again. She was silky smoothness, sweetness and sin.

He wanted her fast and hard, slow and sweet and he drove his tongue into her mouth.

Her tongue moved with his and as he stepped back, his breath caught at the sight of her naked body before him. She arched her back, filling his hands with her sweet-smelling skin.

Her fingers found his erection, closed around him and he groaned. "I want you inside, Fitz," she murmured.

And, it was where he wanted to be and lifting her, he carried her to the turned down bed and laid her down onto the sheets. He moved between her thighs. He entered her in one long, deep stroke.

She gasped his name and he struggled to hold back, afraid for a moment that he had hurt her but then she was arching her back, once again, against him, her nails biting into his skin as her body moved with his and she took him deeper inside her.

He gave her everything but held himself back, waiting, watching, wanting to see her face when the first climax hit her, wanting to hear his name on her lips when it did.

His name left her lips on a scream as the climax slammed into her and made her shudder in his arms. He latched his mouth onto hers, devouring her with his tongue and teeth and he drove himself harder, faster, deeper inside her. And when he felt her begin to shudder again, feeling his body explode as the climax hit him he told her he loved her with his words and body and she responded in kind.

"That's one hell of a way to end a vacation."

"I prefer to think of it as a hell of a way to celebrate our engagement."

"I like the way you think." Olivia's voice was sleepy and Fitz smirked. He could not help but feel a little pride at being able to put his Livvie to sleep. The next steps were planning their wedding, honeymoon and looking at real estate. He could not wait until she was Mrs. Grant or Pope-Grant—so long as his name was attached to her he was fine. They would be a family and that thought carried him to sleep as he cuddled closer to a sleeping Olivia.

Epilogue is done and it should serve as a good bridge until I start up the (still unnamed) sequel some time this week. Thanks again for the views, follows, favorites and reviews!

If you're reading "The Finish" it should be updated early this week. OXXO