Olivia laid in her bed unable to fall back asleep. She glanced over at the bright red numbers of the clock on the hotel nightstand. 4:30am. If she could just get 30 more minutes of sleep, maybe she could make herself look presentable for the pancake breakfast later that morning.

Her thoughts drifted; what had she done? She had entered into a sexual relationship with a married man, a man who was running for president of the United States. A fresh wave of guilt washed over her. How would she face Him again. Thank God Mellie wasn't here. Mellie, that is one person she didn't want to think about at this moment. What happens next? Do they forget it happened and move forward? Who was she kidding, there was no way she would ever be forgetting what happened, nor did she want to. But that would probably be the responsible thing to do at this point. She was the campaign fixer after all, she should fix this situation. It was too risky to continue this relationship any further. But what had she done, she thought? She finally, for the first time made love to a man who she cared deeply for and respected greatly. And she knew he felt the same. Yes, it had been worth it. She had not felt this fulfilled and cherished in a really long time, despite her wavering conscience. A butterfly or two started to flutter within her stomach at the thought. She couldn't wait to see him again. She couldn't help but smile as she continued to try to relax her rambling mind.

All too soon did the alarm on her phone start buzzing loud. Had she fallen back asleep? What did it matter now, she had to get up. She dreaded looking into the mirror to see what 2 hours of sleep made her look like. But never the less, she dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. The hot stream of the shower felt incredible on her aching and tired body, but she knew she had to make it quick. She dried off and wrapped herself in one of the hotel robes before she quickly applied her makeup. She quickly dressed in a charcoal grey pencil skirt, white blouse and matching grey woven blazer. She tied her hair back in a low pony tail and stepped into her black pumps. She looked at her watch. 5:38. She applauded herself at how fast she just got ready. And she didn't look half bad, in fact, she gazed into the mirror and thought, she looked pretty damn good. She chuckled to herself and wondered if Fitz would be so lucky. But he probably went right back to sleep after she left his room, putting him at about 4 hours of sleep.

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Olivia woke a couple of hours later to a stifling heat that had her extremely uncomfortable. Turning her head she saw Fitz's head on her shoulder in such a peaceful boy-like state. However, the way he was holding her, his arms and legs around her like one would hold a pillow, made relaxing impossible. She had to move. She knew she should go back to her room so that she would not be caught leaving his room in the morning. She looked at the clock. 3:33. She slowly untangled herself from Fitz's arms unsure of whether she should wake him or not. When she was finally freed, he rustled but didn't wake. She moved around the room retrieving her clothes and putting them back on. When she was ready to leave, she decided that she probably should tell him that she was leaving so he doesn't get the wrong impression. she sat on the edge of be bed near him and gently stroked his hair and cooed his name. His eyelids opened slowly and when he saw her, a lazy smile came over his face.

"Is it already time to get up?"

"No, its 3:30 but I need to go to my room, I wanted to let you know I was leaving"

"Oh" She could feel the disappointment in is groggy voice and her heart sank

"Fitz-" he cut her off

"I love when you say my name" he was still half asleep, and her heart rose back to its original state and she smiled.

"You know I can't risk being seen leaving your room once people have woken up"

"I know, you're right, thanks for waking me" still laying down, he brought her wrist to his mouth and kissed the palm of her hand. There was a pain in her chest as she realized the depth of her feelings for this man, and with a wistful smile she bent down and kissed his forehead

"See you in a few hours"

xxx

She grabbed her Prada bag and headed for the door. She was all of a sudden extremely nervous and excited to see Fitz again. Would it be obvious to everyone else? She shrugged it off and opened the door. Just as she was making her way towards the elevator, her phone buzzes: Cyrus.

"Cyrus"

"Liv, where are you? We're about to head down to the church."

"Calm down, I'm getting in the elevator now, I'll be in the Lobby in 2 minutes."

"Okay, just making sure."

The elevator doors opened and the lobby was flooded with campaign staff and reporters, all clambering around and handing out coffee and tea. Oh, what she would give for a cup of hot tea right now. Just at that moment she heard a low voice near her right ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Good morning" it said in a soft, endearing tone.

She swiveled around to see Governor Grant, Fitz, standing there with a large smile plastered to his face and a glimmer in his eye. He stuck his arm out, offering her a steaming cup of tea.

"Here, I though you might need this, considering you didn't get much sleep last night. Although, I would never have guessed given that you look, well, radiant." A shy smile swept across his face as he cocked his head slightly.

She stared into his eyes for a second before she could gather herself again, unable to stop her own smile from taking over her face completely. This is ridiculous, she thought, this is not high school.

"Thanks" she murmured as she accepted the cup and immediately took a sip.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Governor" she said as she gave him an up down and took in the great specimen of a man who was Fitzgerald Grant. Despite the small circles under his eyes, he did look quite striking in his crisp blue and white striped shirt, solid red tie, and navy suit.

A moment later they were ushered to the bus by a volunteer whose name she couldn't remember.

"Get any sleep last night Cy?" Fitz asked as he made his way into the seat facing diagonal of Cyrus with a table in between them.

"Eh, not much but you know me, I never sleep, too much to think about. What about you?"

"Same" he said as his mind flipped through all the events that took place in his room early that morning. He knew he had to stop thinking about it or he would quickly become aroused.

"Who's ready to schmooze with some Baptists?" Olivia said jokingly as she took her seat next to Cyrus, directly across from Fitz.

Fitz quietly laughed and Cyrus made a loud grumbling noise that showed his lack of enthusiasm.

Cyrus pulled out a folder and began to flip through it as the bus pulled out of the hotel parking lot. Fitz and Olivia made eye contact again, and oh how she was dying to know what he was thinking. Just looking into his eyes now sent her blood rushing hot through her whole body and sped up her heart rate. She noticed the glimmer return to his eyes, along with something else, lust she figured as his pupils were larger than normal. She felt his foot graze hers. Oh, so this is high school she smiled inwardly. His foot started to caress her lower leg as their eyes stayed stuck on the other's. Then she felt his hand softly rest on the outside of her knee and her breath quickened. She narrowed her eyes at him in warning, but was loving every second. His eyes still baring into her soul, his hand began to move, slowly over her knee and up her thigh. He kept his right arm casually resting on the table. His left arm retreated to her knee, where he slowly moved it to the inside of her other knee. His hand now directly on her flesh, was inching its way up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. Her lips parted slightly as she felt an incredible need surge through her body; goosebumps raised all over and there was that throbbing in between her legs.

The left side of Fitz's mouth curled when Olivia uncharacteristically parted her legs slightly in preparation for whatever may happen next. His fingers finally made it to their destination and moved slightly over her lace panties. Olivia released a breath that she wasn't aware she was holding. His fingers were gently teasing her through her underwear, when their bubble burst.

"You guys have got to look at this new polling data!" Cyrus said loudly as he looked up at them.

Olivia froze and so did Fitz. Casually he took the paper from Cyrus with his right hand.

"Let's see" he said as he concentrated on the data. His left hand however continued its circular motion on Olivia.

She squirmed in her seat and sent him a death glare before squeezing her legs on his hand. Fitz looked up and let out a soft chuckle while raising his eyebrows at her, then held up the paper for Olivia to look at.

The bus came to a stop under the Church's porte-cochere. Fitz withdrew his arm from under the table and Olivia shook her head. Everyone on the bus filed out and into the church's lobby where there were tables set up as well as a large buffet towards the back.

Olivia could not believe what had just happened on the bus. So he probably doesn't feel guilty, she huffed. All she wanted at this moment was him, inside of her, but she knew that was not happening. But she did know that they did need to talk, the problem was getting him alone.