Spelivia Diaries: Shots of Love

FMU

Spencer hit the button to let him in his estate, pulling in, leaving the angst he once felt in the Camaro, as he climbed out. He just entered his home after visiting Corey's grave, for the second time this week. His birthday. R&B and incense. Olivia was in an good mood. H.E.R's sweet, melodic voice echoed so powerfully throughout their home, he could have sworn it was an live rendition.

I wanna love you, in every kind of way

I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes

If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today

Spencer didn't even take off his shoes. He knew she would complain about those shoes on the carpet, even though it happened to be his carpet as well, but she said what she said. She was in the mirror, her frame complimented by her robe, freshly washed, hair wet, and clipped in a pile on top of her head. Olivia was an entire vibe. The steam from her shower smelled like vanilla, coconut and shea butter.

"I'm going to love you in every kind of waaay-ay!" She sang into the mirror, off tune. She saw her husband, turning to him, as she rocked her note, opening her arms.

"GIVE YOU ALL ! GIVE YOU ALL OF MEEEEE!"

Olivia smiled, as she looked down to his feet.

"Spencer, your shoes!" she fussed, but he didn't care. He crossed the space of the room, putting an strong hand to her neck, pushing her against the mirror. The energy behind his kiss made her gasp. Not even an sexual kiss, just simply deep and she felt it. He pulled back to look at her for three seconds, before enveloping her in his embrace, holding the back of her neck tightly. She submitted. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She wasn't sure if she needed this hug or if he required it, but it felt good either way. He pulled back, pinching her chin, lifting it so that she met up with his eyes.

"Get real pretty for me tonight baby" A quick peck before he turned to let her return to her routine, leaving her reeling.

"Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready" She shouted as he made his way to the other side of the room, leaving her space to get dressed with no extra distractions. Spencer took an seat, finessing his chin and wincing because there was no way she was walking down stairs in the next five minutes. He reached for the remote, turning on the game, extending one leg and gripping his length with his free hand, getting comfortable. He didn't mind waiting. She required time, he'd extend it. He was on her time, all the time, because it was her home, her world. Spencer was just grateful to be living in it with her. The normalcy of waiting on a woman to walk down the stairs, the growing agitation knowing she showered first and still wasn't ready, was an gift to him. Even the things about her that drove him mad he found value in. He rested one hand on top of his head, as he slouched lazily.

"Get off my pillows, Spencer" She hadn't picked out an single thing in this house, but she claimed it all as her own, and he let her because all that he was, every single thing he had ownership of, was hers now.

"It's an couch baby. It's meant to be sat on" He tells her. He leaned forward, cuz even though he may have been talking out the side of his neck, he knew better than to keep smushing them. When he returned to her, words evaded him. Everytime she entered his space, she just enamored him. He remembered the first time he saw her in that high school classroom. Spencer had felt exactly the way he feels now. Dizzy. Speechless. In awe. Olivia was an bit oblivious. She had no idea the effect she had on him. She stood in the mirror that hung on his wall, head tilted to the side, lips parted slightly, as she put hoops in her ears. She noticed him watching her in the reflection.

"Spencer?" she turned to him. Red dress and stilettos. His wife. His woman. One he was still so grateful for. One that he wouldn't ever take for granted because he knew the commitment it took to keep her. He couldn't form words. She frowned, stepping toward him.