This is my first attempt at Olitz. I'd only watched one episode of the show [2x08] when this was written, as well as a ton of clips and compilations on YouTube (ILoveOlitz is a godsend). I've since caught up, so more stories will be forthcoming.
I haven't written fanfic(let) in a number of years, so be gentle. That said, feedback would be ever-so-kind.
Characters aren't mine and no claim is made on them or the show, etc etc.
~Xionin
Power [Olivia/Fitz]
"Good afternoon, everyone," she enters the room with purpose; a presence that lifts the mood of everyone gathered, whether they know it or not. Fitz knows his eyes are not his own, so he doesn't look at her.
Instead, he watches as she crosses the office; following her reflection in windows, picture frames and mirrors. He's careful not to look at her directly. He nods at Cyrus and 'mmms', he hopes, appropriately. He feebly attempts to concentrate on the words coming out of the mouth of his Chief of Staff.
"Cy...Mr. President," without preamble, she sits in the chair opposite to his. Yin to his yang. He can feel the force of her pulling him into an easy orbit.
"Olivia," Fitz exhales. A furtive glance is all he will dare. Cy hands her the latest brief and their heads come together, looking over the data. Fitz can only watch in envy of their proximity. He sits back in his chair, defeated. He looks at her bowed head.
Even surrounded by staff and lobbyists, he can't say her name without some telling inflection. If anyone ever stopped to notice, it would betray all that he feels.
Awe.
Humility.
Pride.
Lust.
Love.
Anguish.
She pushes a folder across the table, withdrawing her hand too quickly for him to risk touching her. She knows he would. She's always had so much more control. Awareness. Reserve.
But he can't help but let his gaze linger a little too long on the sweep of her eyelashes against her velvet cheek. He can't control the (very noticeable) hitch in his breath when she chews on her pen; full lips oblivious to the promises they make.
He can't help that any more than he can control the alarming speed of his pulse when she looks at him. Like that.
"Mr. President?" She is all business, awaiting his approval on this new directive. Whatever it is.
Cy clears his throat. Loudly.
"Looks good, I think," he says. She nods at him, almost imperceptibly, eyes returning to her work.
And that's the part that scares Fitz the most.
When he's around her, time stands still. The world simply…stops. All rational thought goes out of the window. There is only her.
Livi.
She holds all of the power, even though he wears the crown.
You own me.
He wills the thought towards her and, as if by magic, she lifts her eyes from her paperwork and into his gaze.
"Mr. President?" A smile plays at the corners of her mouth.
Two words, and his body betrays him; blood coursing like a formula one car through his veins. One look, and the tickle in his throat travels south to warmer climates.
"Amazing as always, Olivia."
Her smile blossoms and his heart soars.
fin