Disclaimer: I do not own Scandal or any of its wonderful characters. I like to fantasise about owning them though *deep sigh* :D
AN: This is a Mellitz story, so if you don't like it, you've been warned. Plus smut so…
It was that time of the day. Night rather, she mentally corrected herself. This was the night they were going to try.
Mellie wasn't sure her plan was a good idea anymore. Well of course it was a solid plan to counteract the tape in public. The problem was of a more private nature.
She had always been an exceptionally strong woman but there was only so much she could take. There sheer humiliation of Fitz being unable to rise to the occasion was too much for her to handle. This was a certainty of which she was convinced though they had yet to try.
Fitz had been avoiding the topic and her in general. She was likewise disinclined to push on this particular issue. Things had however come to a head earlier in the day when Cyrus reported that whispers about her 'pregnancy' were starting to crop up.
In the middle of his rant on why they couldn't at least pretend (she scoffed because that was all they did) to be interested in each other when the cameras weren't rolling and how they seemed to be avoiding each other like the plague; he had a typically Cyrus light bulb moment and mid-rant asked whether they were even trying finished off with a shudder.
"Dear God, do I have to spell this out people!?" he almost screamed as he scrubbed a hand down his face. "There is a definite time element to this plan, the American people are not stupid and the media are a nosy bunch of_" he stopped and looked incredulously at them, then sighed gathering his papers into the file he had brought for the meeting.
"Just… just work it out, soon," he finished with another sigh and walked out shaking his head and muttering to himself, only damn chastity belt and petri dish discernible to them.
Mellie turned to face Fitz after the door to the Oval closed behind Cyrus. Fitz was looking at her like she was a wraith about to relieve him of his soul. They both started to talk at the same time.
"I think we shoul-" he started.
"So what-" she started then stopped when she heard him. They were silent for a charged moment as their eyes locked. She felt the urge to wring her hands but fought the impulse, unwilling to show exactly how uncomfortable she was.
He gestured for her to go ahead and she said, "I guess tonight's as good a night as any." He nodded and she turned on her heel and left, there was nothing more to say.
She couldn't say whether the slight tremble in her hand was all dread…
In fact she could confidently say the tremble that had grown to nervous flutters in her abdomen were most certainly not simply out of fear, dread or nervousness. However bitter the truth was to her, it was a fact she could not escape.
She had always wanted her husband and the anticipation was there.
She realised she was her own worst enemy, always wanting things that would only end up hurting her. A type-A masochist, yeah that's what she was.
It was this internal musing that was interrupted by Fitz's arrival. She glanced at the clock beside her and saw it was slightly after ten. From her position on her side, she couldn't see him; her back to him.
She'd left her office earlier than usual needing the extra time to steel herself against her own traitorous desires. The word she was chanting like a mantra in her head; clinical. That is what it was going to be. This is not some silly fulfilment of your fantasies, she reminded herself.
She could most definitely hear him though and cursed the mental images that popped unbidden in her mind of him slowly undressing as she heard his cufflinks hit the bedside table.
She eventually saw him as he crossed over to the bathroom. His shirt was loose on his frame, his suit jacket nowhere to be seen. A few moments later she heard the shower.
She shut her eyes and couldn't help the pounding of her heart. She was most certainly not virginal but she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. Of course Fitz would never hurt her in that way, not like_
No! She thought. She definitely did not need those memories tonight when she was perilously close to losing control. No Fitz had always been a gentle, attentive and extremely enthusiastic lover_ God damn it there was no safe thought for her it seemed.
She sighed and picked up the book she was trying to read realising that she'd probably turned the page before she read it all. Great just, great.
After another four pages she heard the shower stop. Her stomach immediately dropped and the tremble in her arms made the book wobble as she shot a cautious look at the door.
She was instantly disappointed in herself, it's only Fitz. That was the problem though wasn't it; because it was him but it wasn't him any longer. Not the Fitz who loved her, the one who would gladly and eagerly get naked to share his body heat with her to keep the cold out of her bones.
This was Olivia's Fitz and she had no desire to play second fiddle. She was so used to being first, the best and her failed marriage stung her pride more than she cared to admit.
It also tore apart her heart; the heart he thought was so cold. It wasn't cold; it was simply in storage, waiting for the right person to come and warm it up again; to breathe new life into it.
It was simply far too damaged for her to risk it anymore. And this, this was a definite risk.
As Fitz came out she slowly put her book down and looked at him. He was shirtless with a pair of boxers on and she immediately supressed the desire to pull her lip into her mouth and bite it.
She didn't turn to face him as he lifted the covers and slid in behind her. This would be considerably easier if she didn't have to his pained face or how he was surely struggling to get in the mood.
She could smell him; feel his heat at her back. She felt a tentative hand at her silk clad hip. His touch was light, hesitant. She jumped a bit when his fingers tightened as he pushed closer to her. He immediately removed his hand.
"Mellie are you sure_" he started but she cut him off cursing her nerves.
"It's fine, I'm fine… let's just… uh… do this," she said again cursing her apparent inability to form a proper sentence. To assure him she reached a hand back and grabbed the hand that had retreated so quickly, returning it to its previous position and squeezing slightly before she let it go.
She was a little surprised when she felt his lips on her neck, just below her earlobe where her pulse was. She was surprised he remembered as her eyes slipped closed and she gave in to the pleasure.
With her eyes closed she told herself she could imagine she was with anyone else. However as the hand at her hip travelled upward over the plane of her stomach, lightly trailing the dip of her waist and finally settling on a breast which he gently squeezed, she knew it was hopeless. Fitz knew her too well and she knew him too well to pretend now.
He was intimately familiar with her weak spots as was she with the feel of his hands, just how he knew the right amount of pressure to drive her out of her mind.
Despite all that she kept her hands to herself. She knew if she became too involved, too enthusiastic she wouldn't bounce back as easily when it was over and reality set in.
His other hand snaked under her side to grab hold of her other breast and she squeezed her legs together at the sudden rush of warmth to her centre from his attentions.
He pressed his hips firmly into her backside. His first hand then trailed down to her thigh and started inching her short nightie up until he was close enough to her warm centre that she gasped sharply.
"Fitz," she breathed out fighting the urge to reach her hand up into his curly hair, still slightly damp from his shower.
"Mmm," he mumbled against her neck as he licked and nibbled the skin there.
"I'm ready," she said in a more steady voice. She wouldn't be able to resist if he kept this up much longer. She pressed against him, feeling him hardening against her.
She rolled over, out of his arms and onto all fours. She looked at him for the first time since he'd got in the bed, chin resting against her collarbone. She tilted her head indicating he get behind her and refused to meet his eye again.
It was already too hard.
She hadn't bothered with panties and she was glad when she felt him settle behind her. The contact involved in removing them would be too much but she wasn't about to simply put them to the side either.
She felt his big hands on the smooth skin of thighs drawing the nightie up and over her flesh; and she let out a quiet moan.
As he entered her she was hit by a wave of emotion, a single tear trailing down her cheek as a weight seemed to crush her chest. This wasn't real but she realised how desperately she wanted it to be.
Childishly she was tempted to grab her book that was right next to her and attempt to read, just to try and hurt him. As quickly as it flashed in her mind, it vanished because there was no way she could convincingly pull that off. Esp… especial… especially as…
His thrusts were changing from gentle to hard and deep and her thoughts were completely jumbled. He tightened his hold on her hips and bent his knees a little, the change in angle making her head shoot up as she let out a rather loud scream.
One hand immediately slapped across her mouth as her eyes widened. She turned and looked back at him eyes narrowed at the smirk on his face.
She decided two could play that dirty game and he pushed back against him, grinding against him and drawing a guttural moan from him.
It was like something snapped in him then. He picked up his speed the sound of their skin slapping filling the room and probably spilling into the hallway outside.
She couldn't hold back any longer and straightened up on her knees. One hand went on the back of his neck turning his face so she could initiate their first kiss of the night; a barely their one as they could hardly breathe.
He reached for her waist finally freeing her of the nightie as she protested the interruption of their kiss. His hands found her breasts again and squeezed just enough to send a tremor down to where he was sheathed within her.
One hand travelled down the plane of her stomach settling on her bundle of nerves to urge her towards her first climax within seconds. She collapsed forward and he followed.
The new position required a bit of adjustment and the change in angle had him going slow and deep again as he kissed along her shoulders.
Soon enough he was coming in her which set off her second less intense climax. He stayed on top of her for a moment or two before rolling off her.
She was left, face in her pillow, ass in the air, trying to help biology along. She was grateful for the pillow he placed under her tummy.
When she finally turned to look at him after he'd brought the sheet up to cover her, she realised the full gravity of the mistake she was making.
There was absolutely no use in getting attached when she was little more than a replacement. No use whatsoever.
AN: Okay so I was toying with the idea of writing another from Fitz's POV let me know what you think…