Chapter One: Not That Drunk
It had been two months since Olivia Pope left. It had been two months since the death of his son. It had been two months since he found out about what his father did to his wife. It had been two long lonely months. He found himself staying up late in the Oval Office every night trying to get his mind out of his life. But a look at the frames in his desk and he would lose all of his focus. He grabbed one of the photos. It was the four of them. He passed his fingers through the image of his son. But now his son was gone. Gone. Gone for good. He looked at Mellie. She had a smile on her face. A smile she had faked for way too long. He was mad. Mad at himself. Mad because there was nothing he could have done to save his son. Mad because he should have seen all the signs, the distance she suddenly started putting between them. The excuses she would find only not to be in the same room as his father. His father. His father's luck was that he was already dead. Because if he wasn't Fitz would have made sure he would never see them again.
Fitz got up from his seat and went to pour himself a glass of whiskey. The liquor was the only thing that could clear his mind. He had asked his wife to stop drinking but he couldn't bring himself to. Just when he was about to pour himself a second glass the woman who had been on his mind, not that long ago, entered the room. She was beautiful he couldn't deny. But ever since he found out the truth about her past he had started looking at her with a different pair of eyes. All of a sudden she wasn't the villain. All of suddenly she wasn't the bad guy in the picture. All of suddenly all her actions made sense. All of suddenly all the changes in her had a reason. There was a terrible reason for the coldness in her heart.
She walked up to him and took the glass out of his hand and drank it. She drank it like it was a shot. All at once.
"Mellie, you're drunk" her blue eyes were shinning brighter that night.
"Yeah" she said as she poured herself another glass.
There was a fire in her eyes. A fire he hadn't seen in a long time. She got closer to him. He could feel the taste of alcohol coming from her mouth. He looked at her lips, at her soft lips. And all of suddenly he had the urge to kiss her. She got closer to him. Her lips almost touching his.
"You're drunk"
"Not that drunk"
Neither of them moved. They stood there, lips close enough to touch. His hand on her waist. Her hand in the back of his neck. They stood there. No one daring to move. He looked to her eyes and then back to her lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. Their lips touched and she felt a shock of electricity going through her body. She let the glass fall. Neither of them caring about the pieces in the floor and the stain in the carpet. He pulled up her dress and touched her thigh. His touch burned. It had been too long since he had touched her like that. They only broke apart when air become a necessity. He was leading her to the couch when she grabbed his hand and led him to the desk.
"Here. I want it here" she said as she sat at the edge of his desk. She pulled up her dress. He put his hands on her thighs. And she noticed the growing bulge in his pants. She smiled. He smiled back at her before taking her lips with his as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
And on that secretary they made love. And this time it was just the two of them in the room. There was no ghost wandering around his head. This time he didn't call out her name. No, this time it was just the two of them. It was just Mellie and Fitz.