To say Fitzgerald Grant was pissed would be a huge understatement. He was mad. It seemed all he ever did now a days was fight with people. And his latest fight with Olivia had sent him over the edge. All he wanted to do was move into a bigger house and she refused saying that the house they were living in right now was fine and there was no need for more space when they didn't need any. And so they fought. And fought. And fought, until Olivia called Fitz a selfish bastard and him calling her uptight and spoiled. Olivia told him to get out and to not come home tonight. Fitz yelled at her telling her it was his house too and he'd come and go as he damn well pleased. He left the house slamming the hell out of the door and that's how he ended up at his favorite bar at seven seventeen at night. He looked over at the bartender and motioned for him to give him another scotch.

"Fitz, buddy, you're almost drunk to the point of not driving. After this, go home." He told him while handing him his drink. Fitz just waved his hand up and began drinking again. He started thinking about his fight with Olivia again and became mad again. Fitz thought about all the sacrifices he had made for this woman and how she rarely made any for him. But Fitz knew how he was going to fix this. Downing the rest of his drink, he tipped the bartender a ten and left with glazed eyes, a buzz and a plan on his mind.

Fitz walked in their house and realized everything was dark. He slammed the door again and threw his keys on the table. He walked to the living room and didn't see Olivia. He knew she wasn't in bed and he didn't want to walk upstairs so he yelled for her in his drunken state.

"OLIVIA! Where the fuck are you?" he yelled while staggering a little bit. He waited a moment before yelling again. "Olivia Carolynn fucking Pope – Grant or whatever the hell it is, get your ass down her or it'll be worse when I find you!"

A few seconds later he herd stomping coming down the stairs and Olivia emerged wearing one of his Harvard t-shirts and her hair in a mess of curls. She went straight up to him and slapped the living shit out of him.

"Where the fuck do you get off talking to me like that? Have you lost your goddamn mind?! Because I think you have!" she stepped back and took in his appearance. She gave a humorless laugh. "And you've been drinking. Typical. I told you not to come home tonight so you can leave. AGAIN!" she screamed.

Fitz had had enough with her smart ass mouth are her telling him what he should do. He gave her the once over and went over to her and picked her up firemen's style despite her screams and yells of protest telling him to put her down. Fitz slapped her ass hard. "Shut up." was all he said as he felt his cock pushing at the zipper on his pants. He didn't want to walk upstairs but he decided against it and went anyways.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the fucking Third, you put me down right now or I swear to god when you do-" she was cut off by Fitz slapping her ass again.

"You'll what Liv? You know you like it, so shut up and get ready." Fitz saw their bedroom door was closed and he didn't want to put Olivia down so he kicked it in. Olivia yelled something to him but he ignores her. He walked over to the bed and threw her down on it, watching as she bounced on it. Fitz took off his shirt and his shoes.

"You know Liv, I'm tired of this shit." He begins to unloop his belt and pulls it off completely. He looks at Olivia as if to tell her what he's about to do and grabs both her hands and wraps his belt around them. Making sure she can't get it loose, Fitz loops it in a loop hole and locks it in. Olivia looks up at him and realizes that the gentle, loving Fitz is gone. Standing before he was dominating Fitz and the sight before her had her dripping wet like never before. "So prepare yourself baby, because tonight, there will be no love making. Oh no. I'm about to unleash a side that hasn't seen me in far too long." Fitz unzips his pants and pushes them down til there a pool around his feet. The tent in his boxers showed Olivia everything she desired and more.

Fitz went over to Olivia and stared at her. She was a sight to behold. He could see the lace panties she had on dripping with her need for him. He reached down and took his shirt by the collar and ripped it down the middle, exposing her breasts and rock hard nipples.

"Fitz!" she yelled. Fitz looked at her and silently told her to shut up and continued on his way. He then took the sleeves of the shirt on either side and ripped them down the middle until there was nothing left of his shirt. Fitz pulled her to the edge of the bed and pulled her legs apart ripped her panties off, showing him her wet heat.

"Now Livvie. Here's how's this is going to go. I tell you to do something and you do it. If you don't, there will be hell to pay. And this," he rubbed a finger down her slit and made her moan "will suffer. Nod if you understand." Olivia nodded. "Good. Now, remove my boxers with your teeth. Just. Your. Teeth." Olivia bent her head down until she was at the edge of Fitz's boxers. She took it by her teeth and started sliding them down. Olivia did this until his boxers were around his knees and sat back up and watched them fall to the floor. She looked up at Fitz with lust in her eyes. Then she looked at his impressive erection and suddenly had the urge to taste him. She saw the precum oozing from his tip and licked her lips.

"Suck me until I say stop." Fitz commanded her. Olivia licked her lips once more and took the head of him in her mouth. She danced her tongue around it and started pushing her head forward until he was hitting the back of her throat. Fitz tanged his hands in her hair and began pumping himself in and out of Olivia's mouth. Olivia used her tongue to slide it around Fitz's cock and play with his head a little again. She moaned a little and felt herself dripping down her thighs. But then Olivia had a thought. She wanted to know what would happen if she did something that he didn't tell her to do. So she pulled back and looked up at him. Fitz looked at her shocked.

"I didn't tell you to stop. But I know what you're doing." Fitz dropped to his knees and threw Olivia's legs over his shoulders. "Remember, you asked for this." He kissed her inter thighs slowly. Painfully slow. To slow for Olivia's liking. She tried to move her hips to meet his mouth but Fitz put a death grip on her legs. He continued kissing her until he was right at her heat. Fitz kissed the top of it along with her outer lips and skipped over the place she needed him the most. She moaned and called out his name, but Fitz just ignored her. Instead, he slipped out his tongue and barely grazed her clit causing her to moan even louder than before. He repeated this several times before finally taking his tongue and giving her a long lick down and up. Olivia gripped his hair and moaned his name. Fitz forgot for a minute what his mission was until she was bucking her hips in his face. He ceased all movement which caused Olivia to cry in frustration.

"Slide up the bed and put your hands above your head." Olivia did and Fitz was hovering over her in a matter of seconds.

"This is how is going to go. I want to move and you don't. So I am going to fuck you until you agree. And if you don't, tomorrow will be worse." Fitz took one of her nipples in his mouth and suck down on it hard. He did the same to the other but biting this one a little. Olivia tried grabbing his hair again but Fitz stopped her. Fitz could feel himself starting to lose control so he took his hand a pumped himself.

"Open your legs." Olivia's legs fell open immediately and Fitz teased her clit by rubbing his tip on it.

"Fitz." Olivia cried out.

Fitz knew he had to get her to agree to moving soon or he was going to lose it. Rubbing himself on Olivia felt too good and he wanted to be inside her. He slipped a finger inside her and began moving it back and forth. He added a little pressure to her clit with his thumb by rubbing circles on it. Olivia threw her head back and fisted a handful of pillow and gave a soft scream. "Can we move?" he asked her and Olivia looked up at him and shook her head no. Fitz added a second finger nearly driving her over the edge. He curved them hitting her spot making her arch her back. He also added more pressure to her clit. "Can we move?" he repeated and again she shook her head no.

Deciding it was time, Fitz withdrew his fingers and slammed himself into Olivia without warning. Fitz had to stop all movement while fighting to urge to come. He felt Olivia's walls clench around his larger member. Looking directly into her eyes, Fitz began to move. He started off slow then began to pace up.

Within a matter of seconds, Fitz was pounding Olivia. While he did this he asked her the question again. And for each word, there was a life taking pound with it.

"Can. We. Move?" he pounded into her. Olivia, who was already on the brink of the cliff, just nodded her head. Deciding she couldn't take anymore, she tangled her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist in a death grip and kissed him hard and passionately.

"God yes! Fitz! Ugh!" she screamed as she came. Fitz was almost there. He wanted to bring her over one more time. He increased his movements and reached down to play with her clit. Feeling himself about to release, he wanted to hear her say it.

"Say it Livvie. Tell me that we can!" he commanded her still toying with her. At this point, Olivia would agree to anything and Fitz knew that.

"Oh god! We can move!" was all she said when he brought her over with him.

"Fitz-ger-ald!" Olivia screamed as he pounded his orgasm into her and she releasing her own.

"Livvie!" Fitz cried out as he finished his own climax. Fitz collapsed on top of her and Olivia welcomed it. They laid there for a few minutes before Fitz rolled over to his side of the bed, pulling Olivia with him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed it.

"I'd thought you'd see things my way."