Well this is a Mellitz story, so if you prefer Ollitz don't read it.
I want to say that English is not my first language, so maybe there are mistakes, I'm sorry, but I wanted to write something about Mellie Grant and there weren't nothing is Spanish, so I tried to write in English.
Maybe this is just a one-shot or maybe not, depends on the reviews and how I feel about it.
Nothing more to say. Enjoy!
She was tired. Just that. She tought that this time it would be different, that they were a team. But they were not. There wasn't an "us", she used to say, we aren't a couple, she used to think. But the last few months she had felt so close to him, she had felt like she actually had a husband. But nothing was true. Nothing in her life was really true. "Pretending is what's real". She was angry with herself, for trusting him again, after all he had done to her, after all she had done to him, after all that happened to them, she thought that they maybe could go on, together, as partners, not like a married couple, not like lovers, just as partners.
She took a deep breath. She was in her new bed, at Blair House. She hadn't even tought about how long she'd be there, but she could asure that it would be more than that night. She hadn't put her pyjama on, but she hadn't feel like doing it.
"I didn't know!", she repeated herself.
She checked her phone, wishing that Fizt had texted her. But he hadn't. And he wouldn't do it. After five minutes checking her twitter account, she decided turn her phone off and go to sleep. Or at least pretend she sleeps.
Mellie spent her day on the phone, at her desk, in the First Lady office. She felt alone and rejected there, it was only her first day after he kicked out of the White House, and she felt so uncomfortable. She didn't want to be like this, to feel like this. She was very busy, yes, and she should be so much more concentrated, but she couldn't be. So she left the office, earlier than normally, earlier than anyone. Despite the fact she'd feel guilty later, she just needed to get out of there.
Finally in her bedroom she took a bottle of Scooth and she drank. She drank. A lot.
Fitz has spent his evening with Teddy. He loves that boy. At first he was terrified about the idea of having another child with his wife, and know he blessed everyday the moment that Mellie and Olivia asked him for it.
"I want mommy." Teddy asked.
"But you can sleep here, with dad."
"I want mommy!" The baby cried, and Fitz picked him up. "I can't make her child hate her."
They arrived to Blair House and Fitz saw the Secret Service at Mellie's door.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Sir, the First Lady asked not to be disturbed."
"But I'm the President. And she is my wife."
"Sir, she asked not to be disturbed, especially by her husband."
Fitz looks at him with anger. He goes to put Ted at his bedroom at Blair House and he comes back.
"I'm the President. And if I say that I want to see my wife, I see my wife, do you understand?", he yelled.
"Okay Fitz, you wanted to see your wife? Here she is!" Said Mellie, opening the doors and showing how drunk she was.
"You're drunk. Again!" he responded, getting her inside the bedroom.
"No, Fitz, a lady never gets drunk." She said, trying to play the sober.
He realised that Mellie was in her underwear. With a red bra and red pants. He hadn't seen her on that sexy underwear since Jerry was born. He totally loves her in red. And he used to be crazy about that type of red clothes.
"You aren't even dress!" he says, realizing that he has been staring at her so much time.
"You used to like it.", she replied, approaching him. "You used to like me. In red. You've always said red was my colour."
"Mellie, you're drunk." He interrupted just before she kissed him.
"I know."
"You don't want to do this to yourself."
"Fitz, I'm in your favourite underwear, drunk, in a bedroom. Alone. And you appeared. I'll take this like a sing."
He stared at her again. She was incredibly sexy. He couldn't deny it. Red is her colour. He looked her in the eyes, he wanted her her.
She looked him in the eyes. And she felt she hates him. With all her strength. But she loved him. She bit her lip. She took a breath, letting her boobs touch Fitz's chest. He breathed. And they both knew what was going to happen.
And she kissed him. Roughly, deeply, with anger. With passion. Fitz felt the passion and he put his hands on her hips. She jumped and rounded him with her legs. He slapped her butt and bit her neck.
Mellie moaned. He put her on the bed and she started to unbutton his shirt. His muscles on her was all she needed. He continued licking her neck and her breasts. She scratched his back. Her skin heated under him. Under his tongue. Under his lips. Under his body.
His wife had turned him on in some strange and amazing way. Fitz wanted her so badly. Fitz wanted Mellie so badly.
"Fitz", she gasped the moment he touched her core for the first time. He smirked when he felt how wet she already was. He surprised for good when he realised she had waxed. It was like she was always ready for him. And it drove him even crazier.
He knew exactly what she likes and how she likes. He knew her so well. And he hadn't forgotten. He got rid of her pants and he started to rub his finger on her. Fitz stopped kissing her to look her eyes.
"Do you like it?" She nodded. "Do you want me to stop?" she shook her head. But he stopped. "I want to hear you say it.", he asked while his head was going down. She noticed his warm breath on her sex and she realized she had to give him that.
"Don't stop. I want more, faster!"
He smirked and started to taste her. "Oh, I've almost forgotten how sweet she is.", Fitz though.
"Fuck, Fitz!" she screamed when he licked her clits.
He loves hearing his elegant and fancy wife cursing. His other hand was on her nipple, because he loves Mellie's boobs more than anything on her body. They were soft and sweet. She continued biting her lip and she hit the bed when he entered two fingers inside of her.
"I'm coming", she exclaimed. "Fitzgerald!" He remember that everytime was about to cum she named him with his entire name.
"Oh, Mels, you taste amazing." He whispered when she finally cummed on his mouth.
Fitz went to kiss her, to let Mellie taste herself. She felt it and she knew. She needed him.
"Fitz, I need you."
He shook his head.
"What do you need?"
"I need you inside of me." She demanded. "I need you to fuck me. And I want you to fuck me rough."
She smirked when she saw Fitz look. He was enjoying as much as she was. She couldn't belive that was happening. But it was. He kissed her again, biting her lip. He entered and she moaned. She had missed him. For too long.
"Mels…" he whispered on her ear. "You're so fucking tight!"
"Faster, Fitzgerald!" Mellie gasped. He was sucking her neck when he started to move faster on her. He knew she will last until he needed.
"Fitzgerald!" she continued moaning.
"Mels…!" he screamed. He opened his eyes and realized he marked her neck. She was going to kill him. But nothing mattered in that moment.
She kissed him, she looked him in the eyes.
"Fitz, I've missed you."
His heart broke when he heard that. And he didn't know what to say. She closed her eyes, not waiting an answer.
"Harder!" She demanded.
Both of them were about to cum. He was looking at her, at her beautiful face, her perfect mouth, with her red lips. He wanted to cum looking her in the eyes.
"Melody!"
"Fitzgerald!"
They cried at the same time.
He kissed her on her check and he lied next to her. Hugging her. She fall asleep on his arms, lost in his smell. She felt so protected in his arms, so little, so loved. Despite she knew he didn't feel anything but pity for her. He was there, hugging her, playing with her hair, thinking about what was like loving this amazing woman. He had loved her. Really. And since he found out about his father ripped her, he had felt terrible for blaming her for killing their marriage. They hadn't talked about it. He hadn't asked her how did she feel about it now, after all these years. Because just after he discovered, their son died. And then, they made a team, a strong team. And he didn't want to break that. So he had preferred not to talk about the past. But now the team was broken, again. He was so angry. So crazy. She was blackmailed and she didn't tell him. He wanted Mellie clean, pure, with no deaths on her back. That was why he was so angry, because he wanted Mellie to be a good President. A nice President. A non-killer President.
He woke up before she did. He looked her porcelain skin, illuminated by the sun light. He kissed her and he left. She was going to have a horrible hangover when she woke up, and probably she wouldn't remember anything about last night, so it was better if she found out without him there.
He was sitting in the Oval, trying to read some papers Elizabeth had given to him. But he cannot concentrate. His mind was too busy thinking about his wife. It was nine in the morning, probably Mellie was on her way to take a shower. A shower. He took a breath, trying not to think about that sexy naked woman.
Suddenly a voice brought him back to the real word.
"Morning, Fizt."
"Liv, what are you doing here?"
He didn't mean to be rude, but he was very surprised.
"Do I disturb you?"
"No…," he tried to fix his answer, "I'm surprised, you haven't tell me you were coming."
"I came to meet Abby. She asked me. And I only wanted to say hi. You didn't answer the phone last night."
Last night. He remember what he did last night. Mellie drunk, Mellie on red underware, Mellie kissing him, he tasting Mellie…
"Oh… I was tired and I…"
"Fitztgerald Thomas Grant!" his wife's voice frightened them.
She was so angry. She hadn't even realize Olivia was there. She slammed the door and started to untie the scarf she was wearing.
"A hickey?! Really, honey? How old are you? Fifteen?!" She yelled, pointing her neck.
Olivia face was so pale. Fitz had just lied to her. About Mellie. She couldn't stay, watching the Grant's marriage show. They had sex last night. Fitz. And Mellie. His wife. The one he sworn he hate.
"Well I'll leave you two alone." She said, to break the tension. The First Lady noticed Olivia's presence and she smirked inside. She really wanted Olivia to find out but she didn't expect it would be so soon.
"Liv…" The President asked, but it didn't do anything.
"Fitzgerald?" Mellie demanded her husband attention.
"You wear a scarf today and that's it, Mellie, stop it!"
His wife smile.
"Honey, you made me a hickey and that's all you have to say?" he nodded and looked to his papers again. "Look at me, Fitz!" she cried.
"What, Mellie?"
"Well I think that you didn't come to Blair House last night and you made me a hickey and you left, didn't you?"
"So you're not here to yell me about the fucking hickey! You're here to ask me what happened last night because you were so fucking drunk you don't even remember!"
He was angry. But not with Mellie. He was angry with himself for lying to Liv. But he was paying it with Mellie.
"You're impossible." She answer calmly. "And I'm tired of your shit, Fitzgerald. Call your dear Olivia Pope again. I'm the third person here. I'm your wife and the third one here, lovely."
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