A/N: I may or may not write another chapter to this. Depends on how many people read it.
It was late at night and Mellie still hadn't come to bed. Fitz walked through the house, peeking in bedrooms to see if she had decided to sleep in another room. He opened the door to her office, frowning when she saw her sitting down, bare feet on her desk and a bottle of hooch in her hand.
"Mellie." Fitz mumbled, walking toward her and taking the bottle from her hand. She pouted, reaching for it like a child. "It's 2am. You need to put down the bottle and come to bed."
The brunette giggled and stood up, stumbling over to Fitz. "You're drunk, Mellie." He told her, catching her as she fell into his strong arms.
"Am not." Mellie grinned, standing up and running her hand through his dark curly hair. "Fitz." She mumbled, running her hand down his chest. Fitz watched her, curious as to what she had planned.
When her hand wandered further down and slipped into his pants, Fitz took her hand and looked at her. "Mellie." He said sternly. The thought of sex with Mellie made him feel uneasy, unsure. They hadn't slept together since Teddy was conceived, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
"Fitz. Baby, please." She looked up at him, her eyes practically begging for him. "Tonight, can you please just be mine? You can go back to her in the morning, but tonight I just really want you to be mine." Fitz looked down at Mellie, feeling terrible that she had to beg to have sex with her own husband, that he had made her this way. And looking at her, even in her drunken state, he couldn't help but think about how absolutely breathtaking his wife was.
"I'm yours." He whispered, running his hand down her side. "Tonight, I am yours, Mel." He kissed the top of her head, placing his hand under her chin and tilting her head up toward him. He pressed his lips against hers, softly kissing her. Mellie kissed him back, and almost immediately they melted together and became one. They had always been that way when they were intimate with one another, so connected, so in love.
Mellie wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, one hand trailing up and tangling itself in his curls. The kiss deepened and Fitz ran his hand down Mellie's back, moving his lips down her neck, kissing her skin softly. Mellie let out a soft moan, closing her eyes as she tilted her head slightly to give him more access to her neck. He sucked on her collarbone, smirking once he heard her skin pop and pulled away to admire the dark purple mark that he had just left on her skin. His hand moved back up her back, unzipping her dress and pushing the sleeves off of her shoulders.
God, she was beautiful. He hadn't even gotten her half naked yet and he couldn't help but think of how absolutely beautiful the woman standing in front of him was. He stared at her for a few seconds before the clearing of Mellie's throat pulled him out of his trance. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking at his wife. "I'm just admiring how gorgeous you are."
Mellie chuckled, shaking her head slightly. "You don't have to lie to me, Fitz. You and I both know you don't find me beautiful anymore. You couldn't even get it up when we were trying to get pregnant with Teddy." There was a hint of sadness in her voice and Fitz moved closer to her, cupping her face.
"I was blind, Mellie. I didn't want to think about anything but her and I'm so sorry." He kissed her cheek. "You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And I mean that." Fitz gently rubbed her back, taking her dress off and watching her step out of it. Even when she had no one to impress, no intentions of being undressed by anyone, her lingerie was still sexy and matching. He loved seeing her in black lace. His hands wrapped around her and unclipped her bra, watching as it slowly fell down her arms and fell to the ground. His mouth watered as he looked at her breasts, and he took her left breast into his hand, thumbing her nipple.
A moan escaped Mellie's lips and she took a deep breath, watching him. Fitz leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, softly brushing his tongue back and forth. "Oh Fitz." She whispered, almost inaudible. He took that as encouragement and continued for a minute before kissing down her chest and flat stomach, stopping right above her pantyline. Mellie glanced down at him, watching as he removed her panties with his teeth, pulling them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and Fitz took them, placing them in his pocket when Mellie wasn't looking.
Mellie reached down and pushed his suit jacket off, watching it hit the ground. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it across the room. Mellie smirked as she watched him, and he pushed her up against her desk, gripping the back of her thighs and pulling her closer to him. He looked up at her and she licked her lips, grinning down at him. Fitz winked at her before moving close to her, breathing hot air on her womanhood before leaning in closer and slowly teasing her with his tongue. Immediately her hips jerked and she moaned, reaching down and placing her hand on the back of his head. He slipped a finger inside of her, and she made another noise, which made Fitz groan in pleasure. The sounds she made had always turned him on and there was almost nothing that he loved more than pleasing her.
Fitz moved his finger in and out of her opening, slowly adding a second, and eventually a third. He felt her walls tighten around him and he slowed down, hearing Mellie whimper above him. He smirked as he ran his tongue across her clit, sucking on it softly and gradually moving his fingers quicker. She reached her peak almost instantly and he smiled to himself, letting her ride out her orgasm against his face and hand. He lapped at her juices and smirked as he enjoyed her tangy taste, not wanting to ever get it out of his mouth. He stood up, grinning at her. "You wanna taste yourself, Mel?" He asked and kissed her deeply as Mellie's hands reached down and took off his belt. Fitz let out a sigh of relief, as it was getting painful to keep his pants on. Mellie had him surprisingly hard and he couldn't contain himself much longer. She skillfully took off his pants and his boxers, watching as his manhood sprung to life.
"Turn around." Fitz demanded, not giving her time to act before he spun her around, bending her over her desk. He took his cock into his hand and guided himself inside of her, smirking as he heard her gasp.
"God, Fitz.." She whispered, reaching behind her and gripping his hips, pulling him closer to her. He moved slowly at first before Mellie pleaded for him to move faster. Fitz obliged, grasping her hips and pulling out of her slowly before quickly moving back into her. He continued at this pace and Mellie moaned loudly, biting down on her lip. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping together, as well as moans and groans from the both of them made the experience even more erotic. Her walls began to tighten around Fitz's throbbing member and he pulled out of her, spinning her around once more and picking her up. Mellie wrapped her legs around his waist and Fitz backed her up against the wall, pushing into her once more and thrusting his hips against hers. He moved into her hard and fast, and soon she was reaching her second orgasm, and Fitz was spilling into her, his seed shooting deep into her core.
Mellie let her head fall against Fitz's shoulder as she tried to catch her breath, and Fitz ran his hand through her sweat soaked hair. "Wow, Mels." Fitz whispered, holding her close, his free hand gripping her ample ass tight. God, did he love her ass. He let her heart rate return to normal, enjoying the time that they had like this, where it was as if they hadn't drifted apart in the past 12 years, like they were still so much in love with each other. After a few minutes, he set her down and let her stand, grinning as she struggled to keep her balance.
"Get dressed, baby." Fitz told her, pulling his clothes back on, watching Mellie. "I have to get my drunken wife up to bed and I can't do it if she's naked." He chuckled softly, handing her her clothes. Mellie just grinned, getting dressed, not even noticing that her panties weren't in the pile of clothes that Fitz had handed her. He fixed her hair and walked with her out of the office, his arm snaked around her waist. It was sad that it took an encounter with his drunken wife to make his realize it, but he truly missed her, what they had. And he was going to try and fix it, no matter how broken it may be.