A/N: So this was originally supposed to be a one shot. Not sure if I'll leave it as is or add to it. Let me know what you think. Happy reading & please share your reviews! XOXO

Slow Dance

"Olivia? Olivia?" Edison had been talking for the past several minutes and it was clear she hadn't heard a word he had said, "Olivia? Did you hear me?"

"Huh…oh, sure, that's fine Edison" she barely looked at him before turning her attention back to the view out the window of the limo.

"Where are you?" he reached out to place his palm on her leg, he felt her tense at the contact, "Because you're not here with me."

"I just have a lot on my mind. Work is busy" she gave him a polite smile, "and you're the new Majority Leader."

Edison puffed out his chest, "And I'm walking into the President's birthday gala with the gorgeous Olivia Pope on my arm." She gave him another slight smile and took his hand in hers.

X-X

"What did you get me for my birthday when the press asks?" his tone was less than warm as he addressed Mellie.

"Cyrus said we should tell them that I got you a first edition of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' signed by Harper Lee" came Mellie's curt reply.

They rode the rest of the way in awkward silence, Mellie occasionally peeking at her husband as he stared out the window at the darkness. Fitz shifted, uncomfortable in the starch of his white shirt. He didn't want this party, this reminder of his age and the marching on of time. He was still tired from his trip to the G8 summit and he really wanted to just celebrate with those closest to him, his children and Olivia. But that wasn't to be, not since he had let her go. He replayed that moment over and over in his mind. It had been two weeks since he walked away from her and he hadn't felt whole since. He loved her, she was the love of his life but he couldn't bear to see that look of pain in her eyes ever again. It broke his heart each time and he loved her enough to let her go, even if he swore it was killing him. He knew from the reports he had requested, and their accompanying photos, that she had started dating Edison Davis again. His hands fisted involuntarily at the thought of Edison touching his Livvie. But the Senator was single and that's what Olivia deserved, someone who could give her everything, could be there whenever and wherever she needed.

The car pulled to a stop and Fitz heard Mellie's shrill voice, "Let's not go in…"

"What?" annoyance was evident in his voice.

"I'm tired of pretending, tired of acting like we're happy when we know we aren't" she continued.

"Mellie, it was your idea to have this ridiculous, over the top party" Fitz's expression was cold, "So we are going in."

"I don't want to…" she whined.

"Why? Is it Olivia? You're afraid of my mistress?" his eyes trained on her, "Well I have a newsflash for you. She isn't my mistress anymore. You won. Now get out of the car." With that he tapped the window signaling the agent outside to open the door. He plastered his presidential smile on his face and stepped from the car, waving to the throng of screaming onlookers. He paused, waiting for Mellie to come to his side and they walked into the party arm in arm.

X-X

Olivia greeted people warmly while she and Edison mingled during the cocktail hour. She smiled and tried to appear interested in what Edison had to say but she found her attention constantly pulled to the door. She knew he would arrive soon. It would be the first time she was near him since the night he left for the G8, the night he walked away from her, presumably for good. Watching him leave had been the hardest thing she had ever done. Every fiber of her being wanted to chase after him, to tell him that she didn't want him to leave, to ride with him to the G8 and pretend that what they had was real and enough. But she wanted more, she wanted to love out in the open, she wanted the house in Vermont, the kids that were half her and half Fitz, she wanted the dream. She saw him every night on her television, not a day passed when he wasn't on the news. Each time she saw him she felt another piece of her heart break. It must be so much easier for him. He wasn't constantly reminded by pictures and interviews. Besides, he was the one who walked away, left her all alone.

"Another glass of wine, Liv?" Edison touched her elbow as a means of getting her attention.

"That would be great" she watched him disappear into the sea of people and took a deep breath trying to clear Fitz from her thoughts. She took the last sip of her wine and set down the glass.

X-X

He knew she would be there and it was likely he would see her. He absently straightened his tux before he and Mellie stepped to the top of the stairs. They stopped in anticipation of their arrival being announced. He scanned the room, recognizing many of the five hundred guests. Mellie slid her hand into his and give him a small squeeze to bring his attention back to her. It worked for a moment then he saw her. Off to his left, standing and facing in his direction, dressed in a vintage Jean Fares gown. She didn't look happy, he noticed, or maybe he just wanted to believe she felt as miserable as he did. The room clouded and she was all that existed to him in that moment. He was about to look away when her eyes met his. He swore he saw a smile meet her lips but only fleetingly. He gave her a small nod and his crooked smile. He had promised her that he would let her go but she was still the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes upon. The sound of their arrival being announced brought his attention back to the gala and the room slid back into focus. Everyone applauded as Mellie and Fitz moved down the stairs towards their table. Though five hundred people were clapping it only mattered to him that she applauded. His eyes remained fixed on her, a goofy smile on his face.

X-X

She knew the second he walked into the room. All of the oxygen was sucked from her lungs and an involuntary warmth rose within her. The sight of him caused her breath to hitch and she swallowed hard. Somehow he was more handsome than she remembered. She smiled briefly at the memory of his inauguration night when they had met in the Oval Office. She had sworn to herself that their relationship would be nothing more than professional once he was elected but that night she proved that she had little self-control where Fitzgerald Grant was concerned. Despite her initial protests they had spent hours making love all over the office. She had wondered where Mellie was and if she would come looking for Fitz but when they were entangled in one another all that mattered was touching, tasting, and feeling more of him.

"Pinot noir for my lovely date" Edison handed her the glass and she took a long drink.

"Thank you" she muttered.

"We should find our table" Edison took her arm and led her towards the front of the room.

"I'm pretty sure our table isn't this close to the guest of honor's" she protested, partially out of wishful thinking, "I'm sure this is for cabinet members, justices, family…."

"And the Senate Majority Leader" Edison finished with a satisfied grin on his face, "I'll bet you didn't realize that your date was such a big deal."

Olivia gave him another polite smile then turned her attention back to skimming the room for Fitz. Convinced that he must be elsewhere talking with someone, she took her seat and attempted to focus on anything other than the man she had let walk out of her life.

X-X

Dinner was spent with Olivia and Fitz nearly unable to keep their eyes off of one another. She watched his mouth as he ate finding herself licking her lips unconsciously. He looked on as Edison spoke close to her ear and placed his large hand at the small of her back. She made polite conversation with the other people seated close to her. He listened to Mellie laugh about a story James was recounting. Cyrus noticed that Fitz looked distracted and, following his gaze, his fears were confirmed when he noticed Olivia unable to keep her eyes from finding Fitz's. Cyrus had seen them like this before and he knew by the end of the night they would at least be speaking if not doing things he didn't care to imagine.

"Shall we dance, Mr. President?" Mellie suggested in a saccharine tone

"Of course" he murmured, though he barely took his eyes off of Olivia long enough to acknowledge Mellie. He stood and offered his hand to his wife. An uncomfortable chuckle escaped him. Calling Mellie his wife seemed absurd at times. She was his wife on paper alone, never sharing the intimacy or connection that a husband and wife should share.

The band began to play and Fitz put his arm stiffly around Mellie's back and they began to dance. The crowd applauded as the song came to an end and other couples began to trickle onto the dance floor. Edison offered Olivia his hand, "Care to dance?" He was turning on all of his charm.

"I'd love to" she tried to sound enthused. He helped her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. She gingerly put her arms around him and they began to move. They moved across the floor and she made every attempt to concentrate on Edison. She felt his hand on her back and his chest close to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. She wanted to feel content and in love but all she felt was longing. She wanted the hand on her back, the chest pressed against her, and the scent to belong to Fitz. Edison said something but she didn't hear it. He moved them around the floor, leading as he preferred to do in everything. The song came to an end and everyone applauded politely. She was just about to make up an excuse to return to the table when she heard Mellie's voice.

"Would you mind if I dance with our new Majority Leader, Olivia?" she turned to see Mellie's most phony smile.

"Not at all" Olivia consented and watched as the First Lady began dancing with Edison. She wanted to walk away but she felt rooted in place. She knew he was right there, she could sense him.

"Hello Olivia" she forced herself to meet his gaze.

"Hello Mr. President" she smiled sweetly.

"May I?" he held his hand out to her and she accepted it, feeling his hand move to the spot on her lower back it had been so many times before. He softly rubbed her hand with his thumb both relishing the feel of her silky flesh and promising himself that he wouldn't make this any harder for her. They moved in unison, their bodies remembering one another. He looked at her and she snuck glances at him. Finally she broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Happy Birthday" it came out as a mere whisper.

"Thanks" the crooked smile returned to his lips, "I didn't want all this…" his voice trailed off.

"Anyone who knows you knows that this isn't you" she chuckled.

"I just wanted a quiet night" he met her eyes, "With the kids…" there was something else, she could sense it, something he had left out but she didn't push.

They danced together silently until she knew the song was about to come to an end. He felt her move just slightly closer to him. He blushed when he wondered if she felt how happy he was to see her and touch her. Then he reminded himself he had agreed to let her go and she had let him walk away. He began to get lost in his memories again until her voice brought him back to her, "I miss you."

It was three words, three tiny, simple words but they brought life back to him. The sparkle returned to his eyes, more oxygen filled his lungs, and it was as if the last two weeks have never happened. Fitz quickly glanced around, no one seemed to be paying attention to them. He took her hand in his and pulled her off the dance floor. She struggled to keep pace with him, adrenaline coursing through her veins. He found an unlocked door and pulled her inside, nodding unspoken instructions to Tom not to allow them to be disturbed before closing the door and locking it. The door had barely latched before his lips crashed hungrily down upon hers.

"Fitz" she felt tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Livvie, I missed you too" his kisses were hard and demanding. He was making up for two weeks without so much as a word from her. He missed everything about her and he intended to show her just how much.

"I'm sorry" she breathed between kisses, tears still streaming.

"I'm sorry" he echoed as he felt her small hands push his jacket from his shoulders and to the floor. Her nimble fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt needing to feel the bronzed flesh beneath. He bunched the skirt of her dress up around her waist while her hands moved to remove his pants. He groaned at the sensation of his erection springing free, then giving the lace thong she wore a sharp tug, tearing it at the seams.

His hand trailed around her hip and cupped her ass pulling her closer to him, "Did you miss this?" he ran his cock along her folds.

"Yes" she whispered, lost in the ecstasy of the sensation.

"Tell me, Olivia" he rumbled against the most sensitive spot on her neck, "Tell me how much you missed me…"

"I missed you Fitz" she said louder, the end of the statement punctuated by a moan as he slid into her. Her words spurred him on. He missed her, all of her, but he was angry that she had let him walk away, that she hadn't chased after him. His body pressed her hard against the door, her head making light contact with each stroke into her.

"Tell me again" his baritone demanded, his hand moving behind her head to keep it from hitting the door as he picked up his pace.

"Oh God Fitz" she gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, "I…missed…you" each word grew louder as she neared her climax.

X-X

"Tom, have you seen the President?" Hal approached his partner who stood just outside the door to what appeared to be a storage closet.

"He's indisposed" Tom did his best to maintain a neutral expression.

"The First Lady wants to cut the cake soon" Hal looked from Tom to the knocking door next to him, "How much longer do you think…"

"I would guess not much longer" Tom's face remained dispassionate, "They've been in there a while already."

They stood silent as muffled sounds of passion wafted from the closet combined with the rhythmic pounding on the door. Tom glanced at his watch then refolded his arms across his chest.

"I have to tell the Mrs. Grant something" Hal looked nervously towards where the party went on oblivious to what was going on just yards away.

"They can't go much longer," Tom insisted, "You're not going to tell Mrs. Grant anything. When they finish we can all return to the party."

"How can you stand to listen to this?" Hal asked as the pounding continued, then muttered under his breath, "God they're insatiable." His comment drew a slight smirk from his partner.

X-X

Her dress was draped over a stack of chairs in a haphazard fashion and his clothes were in every corner of the room. His hair was curlier and her tendrils clung to her damp skin. His hands slid over her entire form, unable to get enough of her flesh. Her legs wrapped around him tighter as they moved from wall to wall and back to the door, coming to rest against it was an emphatic thud. She laughed at the noise, "I thought we were trying to be quiet" she purred against his neck, unable to resist the urge to sample the soft skin there.

"Damn it Olivia" he sunk his teeth into her clavicle harshly and looped his arm under her thigh so he could drive deeper into her. His pace picked up until they were both panting. She would swear she felt him swell more as every vein of his length stroked her core.

"Faster" she demanded in a less than diminutive tone, "Don't stop Fitz" now her voice was a near scream.

He held her so tight she was sure there would be hand prints left on her skin. She dug her fingers deeper into his back in an effort to control the pace.

"Let go Livvie" spoke Fitz through gritted teeth, "Give it to me Livvie, cum for me."

"Oh…God…oh…" she was on the brink.

"Say it Olivia" the pace was maddening and he felt her walls begin to contract around him.

"Oh….fuck…FITZ!" she screamed then unraveled in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder trying to regulate her breathing. His breath caressed her shoulder and back as it settled back to normal.

"Wanna go again?" he whispered into her hair, his voice heavy with lust.

"Wasn't three times enough?" she grinned against his sturdy chest then peeking up at him briefly, "I can't feel my legs."

"I want you too tired to give it to Davis" he eyed her carefully, not sure how she would respond.

She steadied herself on her feet and straightened in order to look into his eyes, "You walked away, Fitz. You let me go."

"I did" he ran a thumb over her cheek, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

"And Edison is single and successful and he's very…"

"Stodgy? Out of shape? Totally not your type?" Fitz finished pulling on his boxers and t-shirt.

"My type? Now you know my type?" she was incredulous, "What exactly is my type?"

"Me" he replied with his lopsided grin. He watched her pull her dress over her body then helped her zip the zipper, moving in close behind her, "You need an interesting, intelligent, successful, handsome man who can drive you crazy…" he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck lightly, "I know your body doesn't do those things for Edison. You don't love him."

"He's stable and…."

"Don't you dare say single," he warned, "You know I belong to you."

She couldn't stop the snort that escaped her lips. She reached for his left hand and held it up to his face, "Is that what this is?" she gestured to his wedding band, "This is you belonging to me?"

"Olivia" he took her hands in his and spoke in the gentle tone he only used with her, "I love you and I'll take this off right now if that's what you want. I'll give all of this up for you."

She blushed, "You'd give up being President for me?"

"In a second, Livvie" he touched her lips with his fingers.

"We should get back to the party" she moved out of his arms, worried that the contact would turn into something they didn't have time to finish.

"You're running away" he didn't want to part on anything but the best of terms. She had just reached the door when he grabbed her wrist, "I'm not letting you leave without a plan." Again he was in her personal space, pressing her against the closed door, smelling of a mixture of cologne, sex, and Olivia.

"Your party…" her eyes closed when their lips met.

"I don't give a damn about the party" he whispered against her lips in return, "Tom will knock if he needs us."

She giggled, "I hope you never piss him off. He's heard all of your dirty little secrets"

"I take good care of him" Fitz moved his lips to her neck again. She had red marks all over her neck and shoulders. Part of him hoped Edison saw them while the other part knew it was better for both of them if the marks went unnoticed, "Tell me you'll meet me tonight. Help me have a proper birthday celebration."

"I shouldn't" she breathed.

"Nope, you shouldn't" he agreed, "but you want to…and I want you to."

"It's not fair to Edison…" she met his eyes again, "or Mellie."

He ignored her statement, he could not care less about the senator or First Lady, "Just tell me you're not going to let Edison touch you."

"Are you jealous Mr. President?" he couldn't help but smile at her coy smirk. He pulled her against him again, grinding into her.

"Do you feel what you do to me? I'm not jealous, I'm just reminding you that this," he brought both hands to her ass, "is all mine."

"Possessive….jealous…."

"You like it" he smiled wickedly bringing his hand to knot in the back of her hair. She felt the familiar arousal between her thighs and she pressed them together. She licked her lips and pulled his mouth down to hers, "I love it"

X-X

Mellie scanned the room seeing neither Fitz nor Tom. She had sent Hal to find Fitz at least thirty minutes ago and she was beginning to get annoyed. She knew Fitz wasn't particularly interested in quality time with her but he could at least fake it for the press at his own birthday gala. Just as she was ready to stomp off in search of her husband she spotted Hal.

"Hal, were you able to find my husband?"

"Yes, Mrs. Grant" Hal replied, "He should be rejoining the party soon, Ma'am."

"Well where was he?" her irritation evident in her voice.

"He had to take a secure call Ma'am" Hal didn't meet her eyes, "Is there anything else?"

"No Hal, thank you." She pursed her lips, obviously not happy with the limited information he offered.

X-X

"Where have you been?" Edison nearly yelled when Olivia returned to their table.

"Work, our latest client is more trouble than I expected" she lied, "but I'm here now." She smiled brightly feeling every part of her ache from Fitz. She was exhausted but exhilarated. Her fingers touched the smile on her swollen lips. She thought of his teeth raking against them and his lips kissing away the sting. She thought about wanting more of him, needing more. She looked in the direction of the head table and saw him staring directly at her. She was sure he could read her mind when he winked and licked his lips. She blushed. Her mind knew she shouldn't meet him that night but her body begged her. She told herself that their meeting in the closet was just about sex and getting each other out of their systems. But she knew better. They were two bodies and two souls forever entwined, addicted to one another. He would never be over Olivia Pope and she would never kick the habit that was Fitzgerald Grant. She nodded her assent in his direction and he beamed. They would meet that night and so many more nights.