"Only You"
These days, nights were the most difficult time for Olivia. During the day she could distract herself with the business of being Olivia Pope, the neediness of her clients, and the chaos of managing her team. But, at night, she was left alone with her thoughts and overwhelmed by the silence. She knew how she arrived at this place. She could trace the path carved out by the decisions she made. Decisions, made in isolation, that gave her the freedom she'd craved, but cost her the future she once dreamed of.
This particular night, she'd fallen back into old, familiar routines. She was curled up on her new couch in her favorite oversized gray cardigan, black silk camisole, and black silk pajama bottoms. Her popcorn dinner was nearly finished and she'd just opened open a second bottle of red wine. She was absentmindedly flipping through the channels and mentally running through her plan for the next day when something on the television caught her attention. Her body reacted before her mind could process that it was Fitz's image that caused her to pause.
The news channel was covering his date with Grace Stone, D.C.'s recently elected attorney general. They had been dating for a couple of weeks and the media was quite taken with her. Grace was physically everything Olivia wasn't and it annoyed Olivia greatly how comfortable the leggy blonde seemed with all the media attention. She disliked most things about Grace, but what bothered her the most was Grace's habit of always being in physical contact with Fitz when in the public eye. She was frequently seen holding his hand, straightening his tie or brushing invisible lint from his suit. It didn't matter how simple the gesture or how mundane the task, she was always connected to him in a way that Olivia longed to be, but never felt free to do with the world watching.
Olivia's thoughts were interrupted by her phone's shrill ringing. She glanced at the screen and immediately recognized the number as one of the White House's exchanges. She stared at the phone wondering who from the White House would be calling her at this hour. She knew it wasn't Fitz because he was out with Grace. That left only Abby or Cyrus, neither of whom was she particularly interested in speaking with. Still, she thought, whatever they wanted had to be better than being home alone in her pajamas, drinking wine, and staring at Fitz on the television. At the last second she reluctantly muted the television and answered the phone.
"What?"
"Good evening to you too, Liv."
"What do you want Cyrus?"
"We have a rather urgent situation that calls for your unique skillset. Can you come to the White House? Now?"
"I don't work for the White House. I don't work for him. He doesn't want me anywhere near the Oval."
"You won't be working for him and you won't be near the Oval. You'll be doing a favor for an old friend. We can meet in my office."
"I can't, Cyrus. Even if I wanted to, I can't help you, not tonight."
"Why not?" he asked, his annoyance with her stubborn refusal to cooperate starting to show in his voice.
"If you must know," she huffed, "I'm out, on a date." She knew she shouldn't lie about her whereabouts, but also knew if Cyrus thought she was home alone he wouldn't relent until she agreed to meet him.
"Oh," Cyrus responded, pausing to listen carefully to her background noise. He noted immediately the near silence and began to question the validity of her excuse. She may be "in" with someone, but she most definitely was not "out". Plus, he knew his friend and doubted seriously that she was ready to move on from her most recent break up with Fitz. For some unknown reason, this round of make up and break up had taken its toll on her emotionally and she seemed more affected than Fitz.
Even more curious about her true plans for the evening, he pressed forward, "Look Liv, you know I'm the last person to stand in the way of true love or hot sex, but I need you here tonight. You know I wouldn't ask you to come to the White House if it wasn't important. I wouldn't ask if there was another way. I'll give you some time to wrap up your date, but I expect to see you..."
"You expect to see me?" Olivia angrily spat out, interrupting his rant before he could ramp up.
Deciding that less would more impactful in this situation, he responded, "Yes, Liv, I expect to see you, here, in my office before midnight," and hung up the phone suddenly.
Olivia stared at her phone in shock at Cyrus's actions. He knew she wasn't the type to respond to demands, even from her friends. She threw her phone to the other end of the couch in frustration as she debated whether or not she should indulge Cyrus's tantrum. She was leaning toward going, after all she was bored and could use the distraction. However, she didn't want Cyrus developing the habit of summoning her to the White House and she most definitely couldn't go dressed like this. She looked down at her current outfit and sighed, why did she tell him she was out.
Olivia begrudgingly made her way to the bedroom in search of a "date" dress that she could also wear to a meeting at the White House. She became increasingly frustrated as she flipped through her options. How was it possible that nothing in her closet felt right for this charade? She chuckled lightly when her eyes fell upon the dress she wore during her first trip to the bar as Alex. That look was definitely inappropriate for the White House. She wistfully recalled the time on the campaign bus when Fitz first dared her to be inappropriate. Those early days were some of her favorite memories and she couldn't help but wonder if he was being inappropriate with Grace as she dressed for her fake date.
Olivia flopped on her bed in frustration. Why was she doing this? As she laid there trying to rationalize with herself, she couldn't deny why she was entertaining the idea of meeting Cyrus. Despite her earlier protestations, she wanted to see Fitz, and this was her first opportunity to return to the White House. While she didn't miss acting as First Lady, she did miss him and wondered if he missed her or if he'd truly moved on. She glanced at her watch, seeing that it was after ten o'clock, and wondered what time Fitz would return from his date. Perhaps, if she timed things right, there was a possibility she could "accidentally" bump into him.
Returning to her closet with renewed focus, Olivia quickly located the perfect, but highly inappropriate, "date" dress. It was a black Kate Spade mini dress, with the sales tag attached, that Abby convinced her to buy when she was seeing Russell. That fling ended quickly and she never had another reason, until tonight, to wear the dress. Olivia knew that the dress screamed for an edgier look than her usual soft curls, but Fitz preferred her hair curled, and tonight was about him, so she quickly touched up her hair. She complemented the dress with her favorite pair of black Louboutin heels, soft smoky eyes, and a deep berry lipstick.
She took one final review of her finished look in the full length mirror, smiling broadly as she took note that she looked more like Alex than Olivia. She knew it was a long shot that she'd see Fitz, but, if they were to cross paths, she wanted to remind him of how it felt when their bodies longed for each other. Feeling confident and sexy, she grabbed her coat, purse, and car keys and exited her apartment.
A little over an hour after his phone call, Olivia arrived in Cyrus's office, knocking softly on his door to announce her presence. Cyrus looked up from the papers on his desk and his breath hitched in his throat as he took in Olivia's appearance. He may be gay, but he could still appreciate the female form and had to acknowledge how stunning she looked. He lifted a wry eyebrow and looked at her questioningly.
"What?" she responded coyly. "I told you I was out."
He smiled and nodded his head, stating "You'll have to tell me all about him later. Right now, I need to make use of your other brilliant talents." With that introduction, he began to fill her in on the details of the latest situation to threaten the Grant administration. Thirty minutes later they were both so engrossed in their strategy discussions that neither one of them heard Fitz enter Cyrus's office.
"What is she doing here? Cyrus, I told you not to call her. I don't want her working on this. I don't want her working on anything related to my administration," Fitz ranted without looking in Olivia's direction.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she barked out angrily, jumping out of her chair, and cutting off Cyrus before he could respond. "Are you really going to talk about me as if I'm not in the room? Grow the fuck up Fitz, I may have failed to meet your expectations of me as your First Lady, but I never failed you as your fixer. It's not arrogance when I say I'm the best in the business, and right now you need the best if you plan to get out of this with your reputation and your precious administration intact."
The harshness of her tone and accuracy of her appraisal caused him to turn to her, allowing him to, for the first time tonight, fully take in the beauty that stood before him. He gasped audibly, caught off guard by her outfit's brazen display of sexuality. He openly admired how the black dress clung to the swell of her breasts and the slight curve of her hips. She was gorgeous and her perfection never failed to take his breath away. He felt the all too familiar twitch in his pants as his blood rushed south to his slowly engorging member.
Cyrus, eager to escape the situation that was growing increasingly more uncomfortable by the second, stood and hastily made his way to the door. "I'll leave the two of you to work this out. I trust that you will find a mutually satisfying resolution," he said with a smirk. As he walked past his assistant's desk, he left a note for her to have his office professionally cleaned first thing in the morning, for he was fairly certain every surface would be defiled by the end of the night.
Fitz nor Olivia acknowledged Cyrus's departure, as they were both locked in a staring contest that neither dared to break. Suddenly feeling self-conscious under the heat of Fitz's blistering gaze, Olivia looked away and pulled her coat closed around her. Desperate to break the tension and fill the silence she offered, "I was out when Cyrus called. He said it was urgent so I didn't go home to change before meeting him."
"You look," he took an exaggerated pause looking for the exact words to describe the woman standing before him. "You look beautiful, stunning, really there are no words."
"Thank you," she quietly replied, holding his gaze and willing him to act on his obvious attraction. When it became clear that he wasn't going to make a move, she added, "I'm going to head to the office and call my team. You're good with us handling this, right?"
"Yes, of course. As you reminded me earlier, I need you. We're adults. We can manage a professional relationship. Thank you for agreeing to take this on."
"No worries." Deciding to make one last overture before leaving, she continued, "I'll always be by your side."
When Fitz didn't reply, Olivia dropped her head and brushed past him to leave, silently chastising herself for letting her jealousy drive her decisions tonight. He had moved on with Grace and, while it was clear his body still physically responded to her, he was unwilling to be baited by her attempt to seduce him. Olivia was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't feel Fitz's hand around her wrist until she was being pulled back into his embrace.
"Where are you going?" he whispered in her ear, using a husky baritone that rippled through her body. "Isn't this what you came for?" he asked, nibbling gently on her earlobe and rubbing his hard member across her backside.
Olivia snaked her small hand between their bodies and stroked him through his pants. "What, this?" she responded.
Deciding to take control of the situation, she quickly flipped around in his arms so that they were facing each other. She pulled him roughly toward her and gave him a bruising kiss. They were instantly a collision of lips, tongue, and teeth as they kissed, licked, sucked, and bit on anything they could get near their mouths. She broke their kiss suddenly, shoved him playfully, and shrugged out of her coat as he stumbled backwards toward Cyrus's desk.
Once he regained his balance, Fitz made quick work of his jacket and tie. He resisted the urge to smile as he stared at the playful little minx before him. He didn't know what inspired the outfit or her more aggressive nature, but he was determined to enjoy and not overthink things. As tempted as he was to take control, he remained frozen in his spot, allowing her to dictate the pace and terms of their play.
Olivia approached him slowly, teasing him with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Enjoying the show, he started unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the sleeves before working his way down from the collar. He'd only worked through a third of his buttons before she reached him and playfully swatted his hands away.
"I think that's my job," she teased, dragging her nails across his exposed chest, enjoying the way his muscles contracted in response to her touch. She reached up to kiss him, slowly working her tongue into his mouth. When he began to moan, she withdrew her tongue and moved from his mouth to his jawline and down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips in her wake.
She bit at one of his particularly sensitive spots along his clavicle and he hissed loudly in response. She fought the urge to mark him, after all, he was the president and, if she was being honest with herself, she knew he wasn't hers, not anymore. She pushed all thoughts of Grace from her mind and continued to remove his shirt, trailing a path of kisses down his torso, stopping only briefly to pay attention to his sensitive nipples.
Once on her knees, she quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. She could tell it was taking every ounce of control he had to be still and allow her to control things. She looked up at him briefly to see his head thrown back, eyes closed, and lips slightly parted as he enjoyed her teasing. Taking advantage of his distracted state, she released him from his boxers and quickly licked the cum oozing from his tip. His body stiffened in response and he pushed her gently stopping her advances. "Livvie, wait, you don't have to."
"Shhh," she in interrupted him. "I want to. Please let me do this for you," she asked in a hushed voice, pushing his arm away. She paused for his response and took his silence as acquiescence. This was confirmed as he casually leaned against Cyrus's desk for support, giving into her request. She returned her attention to him, slowly kissing and gently nipping at his shaft. Sensing his growing impatience with her teasing, she took his pulsing member into her mouth and quickly established a rhythm, bobbing eagerly up and down his length. She looked up at him through hooded eyelids feeling emboldened by the way his beautiful face contorted with the pleasure her mouth provided.
He looked down at her with an unmistakable combination of love and lust in his eyes. "Shit, Livvie. The things you do with that pretty little mouth. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
Enjoying being in control she released him from her mouth with a pop. He groaned loudly in disappointment, but quickly quieted when she sucked first one then the other of his balls into her mouth. He moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure she provided as she rolled his balls around with her tongue. He began to slowly rock his hips letting his dick glide gently across her face. She greedily took him back into her mouth and once again established her rhythm. She alternated between twirling her tongue around his head and taking him deeply into her mouth. When he could take no more, Fitz began to tug on her hair trying to persuade her to release him from her skillful mouth.
"Livvie, you have to stop."
"Hmm?" she hummed in response, continuing with her ministrations.
He began tugging a little more urgently, not wanting his first release to come before he had an opportunity to please her. "Liv, if you don't stop," his speech was halted by the overwhelming pleasure of his head rubbing the back of her throat as she took him in deeply.
"Shit, Livvie. Damn," he cried out. She moaned her approval of his response sending small vibrations down his length.
Olivia was pleasantly surprised when he stopped tugging on her hair and, instead, grabbed both sides of her head guiding her mouth up and down his length. Reasserting control, she increased her pace making it clear that she planned for him to finish in her mouth. Without warning, he began slamming his hips toward her, forcing him further into her mouth and down her throat, fucking her mouth. When she felt him twitch several times, Olivia fully relaxed her jaw and throat and prepared for him to cum inside her.
"Fuck, Livvie. It feels so good. Too good. So perfect. I'm going cum," he announced before holding her head firmly in place and thrusting one last time before spraying his seed into her throat. She milked him through his orgasm, only releasing him from her mouth when she was confident he was fully spent.
She looked up at him with a devilish grin as she wiped her mouth with her hand. "Damn!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "For the second time tonight I am without words."
Olivia rose to her feet and bent over to retrieve her coat from the floor. She straightened her dress and quickly ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to make herself look presentable for the cameras sure to be recording once she exited Cyrus's office. She grabbed her purse from the chair and headed for the door.
"Olivia, wait! Where are you going?" he asked, fighting through the fog of the afterglow of his orgasm, desperate to keep her there with him.
"To OPA. In case you've forgotten, Cyrus hired me for an actual job tonight and, if you want the results I promised, I need to call my team and get started."
"You can't leave. Not now. Not like this," he stated as he quickly pulled up his boxers and pants.
"Why not? What's changed?" she challenged him. "Let's not forget where you were before you barged into Cyrus's office barking orders."
"Where?" he paused, quickly searching his memory for the answer before remembering that he'd started his evening on a date. It was hard to believe that his date was only hours ago. At this moment, it felt like days had passed since his time with Grace. "Is this, was this, about her? Are you jealous?"
"Of course not. This was about us doing what we do. We both know how this ends. Let's save each other a lot of pain and skip right to the end. I'm leaving," she declared, heading toward the door.
"Again," he mumbled under his breath loudly enough to be heard.
"What?" she questioned as she whipped around to face him. "What did you say?"
He slowly brought his eyes to hers, freezing her in place with the intensity of his gaze, daring her to look away. "I said again. Isn't that how this ends, with you leaving? Again. Isn't that what you do?" he asked her softly.
Finally, with tears glistening in her eyes, she looked away. He felt her resolve slipping away and quickly moved to close the gap between them. He was desperate to comfort her, to hold her, to somehow recapture the ecstasy they'd shared only moments earlier. He wrapped her in his arms and nuzzled his face in her neck, deeply inhaling the familiar scent that was uniquely her.
"What, Fitz, what do you want?" she pleaded as she weakly pushed him away.
He tightened his grip on her small waist, softly placing a series of small quick kisses up her neck and along her jawline, pulling her even closer toward him. He softly rubbed his cheek against her face savoring the feeling of being so close to her. He moved to capture her lips with his, but first he paused to respond to her question.
"I want you, Olivia. I always have and I always will. I want you and I want you to stay," he whispered softly against her lips. She exhaled deeply and allowed herself to relax into his embrace, dropping her purse and coat to the floor. Feeling the last of her walls fall away, he kissed her deeply. They stayed that way, in each other's embrace, for what seemed like hours, trading kisses that alternated between light and teasing and deep and passionate. He was finally where he wanted to be, in the arms of the only woman he'd ever loved, the only woman he ever wanted to love.
Fitz wanted to take her to the residence, but worried breaking to change locations would give her an opportunity to recover and for her walls to rebuild. He settled for the next best thing and slowly spun her around so that she was now facing the door. Continuing to kiss her, he slowly walked her backwards until her thighs bumped against the desk. Reluctantly he broke their kiss and reached behind her to clear a space for her on the desk. He chuckled lightly at the sound of Cyrus's things crashing to the floor and made a mental note to write his dear friend an apology and ask his assistant to replace any items that may have been broken.
He returned his attention to Olivia, lifting her gently onto the desk and resuming his assault on her lips, face and neck. With one hand, he roughly massaged her breast, pleased to discover she wasn't wearing a bra, and with the other, he traced a path up her inner thigh, slowly heading toward her heated core. When he reached his goal, he stroked her panties covered slit, slightly surprised that her arousal had already soaked the thin material. He dipped his fingers under her panties and separated her lips with his fingers, coating them in her arousal before lightly massaging her clit.
"Hmmm...so fucking wet," he quietly moaned into her ear.
"Mhmm," she responded, distracted by the pleasure she was receiving from his fingers.
With his face buried in her neck, Fitz frowned at her response. Olivia was normally more vocal in her responses, crediting him for her body's reaction. Fitz remembered that she was also on a date this evening and worried that he may not have been her first choice of whom to spend her evening with. Spurred on by his jealously, he sucked aggressively at her neck, determined to mark her as his. Sensing what he was about to do, she tugged his hair roughly, growling his name in warning as she pulled his mouth from her neck.
"What?" he asked, smiling at her innocently.
"Behave."
"As you wish," he replied before returning his attention to her neck. He kissed his way down the front of her body, stopping to tease and bite both of her nipples through her dress. She softly moaned her approval while gently nudging his head, encouraging him to continue traveling south.
He pushed up her dress and swiftly removed her panties before spreading her legs. Olivia leaned forward and pulled Fitz into a searing kiss, temporarily halting his advances when she forced her tongue into his mouth. Breaking their kiss, he pushed her back against the desk and held her down with his forearm. He took a moment to inhale her scent and admire her beauty before pressing his lips to hers, softly kissing her slit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue. After spending a few moments teasing her, he dragged his tongue down to her opening and slowly began fucking her with his tongue.
He paused to briefly look up at her. Her face was twisted with pleasure and she was biting her lip, fighting her urge to scream.
"Let go baby. I want to hear you scream. It's not like they haven't heard you before."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe later, if you're a good girl. Right now I'm kind of busy."
Olivia loved his confident, playful side and his teasing reminded her of how much she had missed him, missed them. She was pulled from her thoughts when he slowly inserted one finger and then a second, fucking her with his hand as his tongue lavished attention on her clit. Desperate to anchor herself to something, she wrapped her fingers in his thick brown curls.
"Fuck, Fitz. It feels so good. I love the way you make me feel."
Encouraged by her verbal response, he increased his efforts, greedily lapping at her center. Olivia began to rapidly rock her hips, grinding her center again his face to increase the friction. Her ab muscles began contracting with her building orgasm, lifting her off the desk. Fitz pushed her back down on the desk, holding her in place, while he roughly sucked her clit into his mouth and increased the pace of his fingers, repeatedly rubbing against her bundle of nerves.
"Oh God, Fitz. Don't stop. I'm so close. Please don't stop," she pleaded as her body twitched violently in response to the way his sweet mouth was slowly torturing her. He struggled to keep up with her as she moved wildly, trapping his head in her legs as her body simultaneously fought to push him away and pull him close. He was exhausted and desperate for air when she released her hold on him as spasms racked her small body and her center flooded in response to her climax.
Fitz rose to his feet and watched Olivia as she slowly recovered from her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her make-up was smeared, and her hair was disheveled, but he was still enchanted by her beauty. Wanting to memorize everything about her in that moment, he let his gaze slowly fall over her body, taking in every small detail. He froze when he came to her Doux Bébé adorned index finger. He didn't know what to make of the fact that she was still wearing his ring. He wanted to believe that its presence was evidence that she was still waiting for him, waiting until the time was right for them to be together, but he also knew that it didn't mean she was waiting alone.
Olivia opened her eyes and caught Fitz staring at her left hand. She knew immediately what had captured his attention and moved her hand quickly to interrupt his thoughts. Eager to distract him, she propped herself up on her elbows and beckoned him to her. When he was close enough, Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, quickly pulling him toward her, locking him in place. She leaned toward him and captured his lips with hers, greedily accepting his tongue when he offered it to her. She moved her hands down his muscular back and into his boxers, squeezing his butt firmly, pleased when he moaned his appreciation into her mouth.
Without breaking their kiss, Olivia reached between them to unbutton his pants, pushing them to the floor along with his boxers. She tightened her grip with her legs, pressing his erection against her inner thigh. Olivia wrapped her small hand around his hardness, stroking him repeatedly. When he didn't move, she moved closer to him, spreading her legs widely, and guided him to her core. She rubbed him against her slit, coating his tip in her essence before rubbing his head against her clit. Fitz remained grounded in place, allowing her to use him to pleasure herself, but didn't move to penetrate her.
"I need you inside me," she whispered.
With that, Fitz lifted her off the desk and held her close, rubbing the full length of her body against his as he let her slide to her feet. When she was steady, he turned her around and unzipped her dress, pushing it off her shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor. Once she was naked, he leaned against her, the weight of his body bending her small frame over the desk. This would normally be a challenging position because of their height difference, but she was still wearing her five inch heels, creating a much easier angle for him. He rubbed his hands down her arms, interlacing his fingers with hers when he reached her hands. Guiding her with their interlocked hands, he positioned her arms along the edge of the desk, readying her for the impact of his entrance. Releasing her hands, he moved to her buttocks, roughly massaging her glorious globes. He wasn't normally an ass man, but there was something about the sight of her in this position, willingly submitting to his dominance, that aroused him beyond imagination.
He dipped two fingers into her core to test her readiness before abruptly pulling them out. She moaned loudly at the loss of contact, but was quieted instantly at the feeling of him thrusting roughly into her fully without notice. She gasped as he pulled out sharply before slamming back into her again, not giving her time to adjust to his size. She pulled herself across the desk, desperate to create space between them and lessen the force of his entry. Not letting her escape so easily, he grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her back toward him. He held her tightly, digging his fingers into the fleshy part of her hip and butt, anchoring her in place with the force of his grip before slamming into her once again. He knew she would be bruised and sore tomorrow, but he didn't care. In fact, the thought of her being reminded of him, them, every time she moved further aroused him.
"Fitz, please," she pleaded.
"Please what, Olivia? What do you want?"
"Please...fuck me. Harder, faster, don't stop," she cried as she reached behind her grabbing his butt and pulling him into her once more.
Fitz slapped her firmly on her right butt cheek before violently ramming fully into her again. The room was filled with the sounds of their loud moaning and skin slapping against each other as they were united time and time again. He could hear how wet she was for him and there was the unmistakable aroma of their combined arousal hanging in the air. He didn't know how he went so long without being inside her and he took a moment to relish the feeling of her walls contracting around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
Fitz knew he wouldn't last long at this punishing pace, but was determined that she would fall over the precipice before he did. Ignoring the pleasure building deep within him, he focused on bringing her to orgasm. He could tell from the erratic way her walls were contracting around him that she was close, but sensed that she was holding back, denying her orgasm as she waited for something. He knew immediately what she was waiting for and, if he wasn't so close to orgasm himself, he would have withheld it from her longer to test her resolve. Needing her to find her release, her grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her into his arms, changing the angle of his penetration. She moaned loudly, spewing a string of curses, at the feeling of him filling her completely. She sounds she was making as she writhed around in ecstasy, begging him to bring her to orgasm were almost enough to push him over the edge. Knowing he had to end this now, he reached around her and roughly tugged and rubbed her clit. Holding her tightly against him, he leaned forward, close to her ear, and quietly commanded "Let go Livvie. Come for me," as he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck.
The sound of his sexy baritone and jolt of pain from her neck sent shivers through her body and she shattered completely, shrieking his name over and over before falling limply into his arms. The combination of Olivia screaming his name and her walls clamping down on him proved to be his undoing. He thrust into her one final time, calling her name before unloading his seed deeply inside her. Fitz collapsed onto Olivia forcing them both onto the desk. They remained like that for a while, both breathless and panting, trying to recover from their intense orgasms.
Careful not to break their connection, he pulled her into his embrace, lifting her feet from the ground to offset their height difference. He walked them backwards slowly and lowered them into one of Cyrus's visitor's chairs. Once seated, he wrapped his arms around her small body, massaging both of her breasts with his large hands, and nuzzled his face into her neck. He loved the way she smelled after sex, a combination of soap, sweat, arousal, and him. Holding her tightly, he placed a series of light kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. When he felt himself soften, he gently lifted her hips so that he could fully withdraw from her center. She whined at the loss of contact as she kicked off her heels before shifting in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a deep kiss. He separated from her briefly to toe off his shoes and allow his pants and boxers to fall to the floor.
As much as he enjoyed fucking her, he longed for a more meaningful connection. When he was confident his legs would support both of them, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch. He laid her down gently and joined her, careful not to crush her with his weight. He lightly traced the contours of her body with his fingertips, once again appreciating her beauty. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, and she returned his kiss enthusiastically. Willing himself to be patient, he kissed her deeply, alternating between massaging her breasts and pulling and twisting her nipples. Eventually, he kissed his way from her lips to her breasts and lavished attention on both mounds, causing her to writhe with pleasure beneath him.
He traced his fingers along her slit, testing to see if she was ready for him, and was pleased to discover she was again slick with arousal. Shifting so that he was positioned between her legs, he fisted his member, slowly stroking himself a couple of times before aligning his tip with her opening. He eased into her slowly, both of them moaning loudly, enjoying the feeling of being reunited. This time he set a leisurely pace, slowly rocking in and out of her while he peppered her face, neck, and breasts with slow, sensual kisses.
Both of them knew she wouldn't achieve orgasm with this position and pace, but neither cared. This round of coupling wasn't about their physical pleasure, it was about the two of them sharing an intimate and emotional connection while physically united. Feeling no sense of urgency, the two of them traded long, lazy kisses as they took turns fully exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.
Fitz positioned himself directly over her, supporting his weight on his arms, so he could watch her face twist in pleasure as he thrust into her and pulled almost all the way out before entering her again and again, his determined pace slowly driving her crazy.
"Open your eyes. Look at me, Liv," he gently commanded.
Olivia reluctantly opened her eyes and saw that he was staring down at her with the most peaceful expression of love and contentment. How she wished she could be so open with and transparent in her love for him. She looked back into his stormy blue eyes, trying to communicate the feelings that were welling up inside her. Fitz looked down and found the connection he longed for. She was there with him, open and vulnerable, willing to receive his love. He was reminded in that moment that he would never love another woman the way he loved her and he silently renewed his commitment to her.
Overwhelmed with the intensity of their shared moment, Olivia broke their connection by turning her head slightly and closing her eyes. Fitz latched on her now exposed neck, lightly sucking on one of her sensitive spots near her ear. She moaned her approval softly, meeting his gentle thrusts with a small rock of her hips. He was slightly startled when he felt a drop of moisture roll down her cheek and wedge between their two faces. He lifted his body so that he could see her face and was surprised to see a trail of tears streaming from both eyes. He gently wiped away her tears and professed his love for her over and over again, while covering her face in tender kisses.
Olivia wanted desperately to respond, but held back. She didn't want to be one of those people that could only communicate during sex. Instead, she responded the only way she could, by wrapping her legs around his waist, shifting the position of her hips and allowing him to penetrate her more deeply. They moaned in unison at the heightened sensation of their lovemaking. The feeling of being buried so deeply inside her threatened to overwhelm him and he quickened his pace, resisting the urge to jackhammer into her. From his faster pace, ragged breathing, and occasional twitching, she knew he was nearing his end, but could tell that he was holding back, not wanting their time together to end. She softly placed her hands on either side of his face, holding him still as she gazed deeply into his eyes.
"I love you. I will always love you," she cooed as she focused on using her body to bring him to his end. Her soft declarations of love proved to be all that was needed to push him over the edge. Using her shoulders for leverage, he thrust quickly into her a couple more times before spilling his seed deeply inside her and collapsing fully onto her. Olivia welcomed the feeling of safety created by being so fully enveloped in the weight of his body and the weight of his love.
They remained in this position until Fitz recovered from his orgasm enough to realize that he was no longer supporting himself. He quickly rolled behind her, spooning her into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of her resting peacefully in his arms. He struggled against the rising feelings of frustration about the current state of their relationship. They'd come so far, yet here they were, secretly coupled in another stolen moment. He knew that their relationship would proceed on her terms but he was tempted to press her for answers about their future. He was confident that she would once again share his bed and eventually agree to be his wife and give birth to their children, but he didn't know what she needed to move forward. He did know that tonight was not the night to broach any of these subjects. Doing so would only cause her to shut down and he was eager to keep any of the momentum gained by the evening they'd shared.
Although she could feel him fully wrapped around her, she felt that Fitz was no longer present in the moment. She wanted to engage him, but knew what he was thinking about and didn't have any answers about where they went from here. Instead, she opted to place the onus to him to engage her, hoping that he would deflect.
Without turning around, she asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," he smiled weakly against her shoulder.
She was amused by his use of her favorite deflection phrase. She knew he wasn't fine. Neither one of them was fine, but she appreciated him not pressuring her to move their relationship forward.
Olivia disentangled her limbs from his and rose to gather her clothes. As she stood and crossed the room, she felt their combined essence leak down her thigh. A brief moment of panic washed over her as she debated if lightening could strike twice. Surely the birth control that had protected her so ably for 20 years wouldn't fail her twice in six months. Making a mental note to stop at the pharmacy on the way home, she grabbed a couple tissues from Cyrus's desk to clean up before stepping into her dress.
Fitz, quietly watching her from across the room, panicked when he noticed the sudden change in her demeanor. Desperate to keep her walls down and in the moment, he quickly closed the distance between them, pausing only briefly to slide on his boxers. Wrapping her tightly in his embrace from behind, he whispered softly in her ear, "Stay with me. Spend the night with me in the residence."
Olivia paused a moment to enjoy the security of his embrace and the warmth of his breath on her skin before pulling away from him, gesturing for him to zip her dress. She wanted to stay, but knew that it was a bad idea. They couldn't keep doing this, separating and getting back together. Without changing, they would keep getting the same result. She wasn't ready to change and she wasn't sure she could withstand having her heart broken again.
"I can't."
"You can't or you won't?"
She turned to face him, lightly stroking his cheek. "I can't. I have to call my team and get to OPA. Cyrus asked for my help tonight. You need me to handle this quickly and quietly."
She kissed him softly and walked around him, slipping on her shoes, grabbing her coat and purse as she headed for the door. She was almost to the door when the brokenness of his voice caused her to pause and turn around.
"Were you really out tonight, or was this," gesturing toward her outfit, "for me?"
Frozen in her spot by the look of pain and insecurity on his face, she debated how to respond. She wanted to reassure him by telling the truth, but didn't want to give him hope. That wouldn't be fair to him. What she did tonight wasn't fair. She knew that, but her jealousy earlier that night made her desperate for his touch, desperate for his love. Instead, she opted to show him her answer. She approached him slowly and gently pulled his head toward her. She kissed him, softly at first, but quickly deepened the kiss. She poured all of her emotions, the love, passion, desperation, anger, hurt, and devastation, into that kiss. Communicating to him all the things she couldn't, wouldn't, with words.
Finally, when her lungs were screaming for air, she broke their kiss and quickly retreated towards the door. With the doorknob in her hand and freedom solidly in her grasp, she turned over her shoulder and said "I wasn't with someone else tonight. It was for you. Only you."
Without waiting for his response, she opened the door and made her escape. Fitz sank back on Cyrus's desk and smiled as he listened to the familiar click clack of her heels as she strutted out of the White House.