A/N: Well this is my first dive into Scandal fanfiction. I've abandoned my stories in my other fandoms for now and will be writing only Scandal in hopes of getting some writers motivation back. I'm new to this fandom, but Scandal has pulled me into its world and there is no escaping, I'm hooked! This idea wouldn't leave me alone, therefore needed to find its place on paper. This won't be too long of a story, probably around ten chapters is all, but I hope you all enjoy it and I am interested to see what you think of my spin on the season six finale! This is a short first chapter and just sets the tone for where this story will go, chapter two is almost finished and will follow soon!
Her head falls back, a breathless moan escapes her as he picks up speed. His hips moving in rapture with her own. He's so deep, so good, she isn't sure she can take much more. It's barely been 24 hours and she needs a second hand to count the times they've made love in this bed in that time and a third to count the numerous time he's brought her over the edge.
"Fitz, baby, I'm gonna... I can't..." She whimpers, feeling herself on the edge once again, but she's so spent, so sensitive, she isn't sure she has another one in her.
His teeth sink into the spot on her neck he'd been kissing and she hisses with a mix of pain and pleasure and he quickly darts his tongue across the mark to soothe the ache. "You can." He finally responds, his voice deep and heavy with desire sending shivers straight to her core.
It's been nearly 10 years of making love and neither of them has any idea how it can still be this good, this electric, this earth shattering, all-consuming, amazing connection that has them both begging for mercy.
He kisses along her jaw until he finds her lips and brings her into a deep kiss, her tongue darts out to meet his as they battle for dominance and its only moments later he feels the telltale signs of her walls gripping around him and the quick moans that escape her. "Fitz. Fitz. Fitz."
"Come for me, baby." It's only seconds later that she is shattering around him, her walls tightening and her loud moans in his ear bringing him to his own release. His body thrusting hard into hers as he rides out his own waves before they are both collapsing back into the mattress. He immediately pulls her into his arms and holds her close as they both try to regulate their breathing.
He knows she is going to leave soon and he knows there is nothing he can do to stop it. He thinks to himself how tired he is of watching her walk away from him, of watching her leave and come back when she was ready. He just wants her, all of her, with him. He wants it all the time, not in the few stolen days they now have.
It's been over a year since they said goodbye on the White House lawn and yet every goodbye since then has rocked her to her core just as much... if not more. She never knows whether this goodbye will be the last one. Whether she will get another weekend away in Vermont with him. Whether she will get one more weekend or stolen weekday of living the dream with him only to go back to D.C. afterward. Go back to the darkness that has become her life.
She doesn't know if she can take these little escapes being over, but she knows if he finds out, if learns the truth about what is really keeping her so busy in Washington, he will never forgive her. He'll never look at her the same. He's forgiven a lot, looked past a lot, but this... the things she's done, the things she has ordered other to do... there is no doubt in her mind that it will be the end for him.
Every time she steps off that plane and walks onto the Vermont estate it's like the light is flooding down on her. She's standing in the sun when she is in Vermont; when she is with Fitz. He is her light and every time she leaves Vermont, every time she leaves him it's like stepping back into the all-consuming darkness.
She used to think 'standing in the sun' belonged to her and Jake, it was just something he'd put in her head years ago and it had stuck, they stood in the sun together... but the one thing that has become clear was that Fitz was who she stood in the sun with. Fitz pulled her out of the dark and thrust her into the light, into the sun, he grounded her in a way that no one else could. Fitz was the light, and Jake, D.C., The White House, B613, being Command, it was the darkness that not only had she dove into, she couldn't escape. Every time she was with him it was like coming up for air, and every time she stepped back onto the plane to leave it was like drowning all over again.
"You could stay, you know." Hands encircle her waist from behind and his warm breath is on her neck a moment later, startling her out of her deep thoughts, but it only takes her a second to recover before she is gratefully settling back into his warm embrace, pleased with the distraction. "It's barely been 24 hours, Mellie can't be missing you too bad yet. I have the cooler and boat packed for an afternoon of fishing on the lake, you know how bad I've been wanting to take you out." He trails kisses up and down the side of her neck affectionately and she finds herself leaning into him more, wanting so badly to give into him, to just drop everything and stay, but she knows she can't.
One hand goes to rest on top of his on her stomach while the other goes to caress his cheek as his nose nuzzles right behind her ear and she softly scratches her nails along the light stubble she finds. He's been letting it grow out more, not shaving every day now that he didn't have to and she was reaping the benefits. She'd never known him with stubble, never experienced it with him always having to be cleanly shaven and polished as the leader of the free world. Now feeling the scratch of his stubble along her most intimate places while they were in bed was a whole new world, one that she deeply appreciated.
Humming in appreciation at his delicate ministration she finally finds words, "You know I would if I could. I have to get back. I shouldn't have snuck away as it is, let alone stay another day." She turns in his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist and looking up at him. She had yet to put her heels on and she felt so small, so safe, and secure in his arms as he easily towered over her. Everything about him screamed safe and secure and it was getting harder to pull herself away every time. "I'm sorry." She whispered once his face fell at her words, placing a kiss on his chest where her lips aligned.
Before he could say anything there was a knock on the glass door and Olivia turned to see one of their agents signaling her ride had arrived. "That's me." She whispered pulling away slowly and walking to the couch to step into her heels. He came behind her holding her coat out for her to step into easily.
He meets her at the door and pulls her into one more bruising kiss before releasing her and giving her a gentle smile. "Go run the world, Livvie."
He breath catches at the mention of her nickname that he had only recently started breaking out again and making her heart race. She gives him a soft smile before squeezing his hand one last time and strutting across the lawn, it's not until she has ascended the steps that she finally turns to get one last look at him. He still standing in the glass doorway and she watches as a smile fills his face and his arm raises to wave. He's devastatingly handsome and she commits him to memory. She finally steps fully onto the plane and prays this isn't their last goodbye as she always does now when leaving him.
Just like that she is once again stepping out of the light and diving back into the darkness.
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