Hello everyone! Surprise, surprise I'm posting a new story when I still have another one in progress. For all my Marvel fan readers, I'm sorry I'll update that story ASAP. I'm just really stuck with that one and then this idea popped into my head. So, hopefully I can actually complete this story and hopefully you guys enjoy this! Also this is a Mellitz story if you don't like Mellitz that's fine! There are plenty of other fics out there to read. However, if you do like Mellitz lemme know what you think! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Scandal…if I did Mellie would rule the world.

P.S. This is obviously really, really AU

Her dark curls bounced as she walked down the never ending hallways of the White House. She clutched her pearl necklace with one hand and placed the other, nervously, on her flat stomach. Mellie Grant dreaded the news that she was bringing to the Oval Office. Her eyes met Lauren's who looked up at her in fear. Although Mellie enjoyed the powerful position she held, she didn't want to always scare people senseless…but maybe she did a little. Anyway, Lauren went on to tell the First Lady that her husband was unavailable. Mellie rolled her eyes, of course he was. Instead of listening to the brunette secretary, she entered his office. Fitzgerald Grant looked up from where he was sitting. Upon seeing his wife enter the office, he sighed. She stood up a little straighter and folded her arms across her chest.

Finally, the president spoke, "What do you want Mellie?"

"I don't want anything Fitz" She emphasized the word want in the same way her husband did. "I just came to discuss something with you, but clearly you are unavailable like Lauren said."

Fitz sat up in his chair and leaned forward. He placed his elbows on the large wooden desk.

"As far as Lauren knew, I was still on the phone." He explained, sticking up for his long time secretary.

Mellie nodded in defeat.

After a few moments of silence, which constantly filled their marriage, Fitz asked "So I ask again, what do you want?"

A wave of nausea hit Mellie and she sighed. She grabbed the couch as she began to waver. The look of concern in Fitz's eyes surprised her. He stood up from his seat and walked over to her as her knees started to wobble. He gripped her upper arm to steady her. She stood straight and looked up at him. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was waiting for her to explain what just happened.

"What the hell was that? Are you alright?" Fitz asked.

Mellie tried to get out what she came to tell him but all that she could say was, "I."

He badgered her with more questions, "Are you sick?"

When she didn't say anything again, he chuckled "Whatever you have don't give it to me."

She slowly looked up at him with bright blue eyes, "I don't think you're going to catch what I have…"

He looked at her with confusion, waiting for her to explain why. After collecting herself from that little spell, she cleared her throat.

"I'm pregnant" Mellie said quickly.

Fitz's mouth gapped. He was unable to form any words and Mellie just looked at him waiting for him to say anything. She looked around the room and avoided his stare. Eventually, he spoke up.

"How could you?" He asked in a hushed, but harsh tone.

When she heard him ask that, her head shot around. Her eyes widened and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" Mellie asked her condemning husband.

He stepped away from his wife and placed his hands on his hips, "Who's the father?"

Her jaw dropped and he rolled he's eyes.

"I can't believe you would do this. I can't believe you were this careless." Fitz spoke loudly and through gritted teeth.

Her eyes began to fill with anger and she clenched her jaw.

"Whoever this guy is…I will kill him." He watched as she turned to walk away from him.

Mellie began to back away from her husband, who was walking towards her with a new kind of anger in his eyes.

"I will not put up with this. You don't get to do this." After speaking, she turned away from Fitz and reached for the door.

He grabbed her arm, much tighter and stronger than he did earlier. She whipped around to looked at him, as he held the painful grip.

"It's yours" She said simply, through gritted teeth.

The president was left speechless, his mouth parted, and he released Mellie's arm. She couldn't get away fast enough, he let go and she was out the door. He watched her walk away and the door slammed right in front of his face. Fitz began to pace; could the baby be his?

4 weeks ago

She discovered her husband was spending the night with Olivia Pope while she was sitting in the Oval Office. Mellie was waiting for her husband to return, but she didn't know from where. Once she discovered where he was, she poured herself a glass of scotch from the bottle that sat near to couch. She knocked the first glass back with ease. After taking her first drink from her second glass, she sloppily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She sighed loudly and let her elbows rest on her knees. She cradled her forehead with the palms of her hands and let her body slouch. Her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt a headache coming on. Taking a deep breath, she brought her body back up. She sat up straight and took the last drink from the clear container. Mellie continued this pattern for awhile. As the First Lady was approaching her fifth class, she heard footsteps. The large white door opened and Fitz entered the room. It took him a few moments to realize that his wife was in the room. The black suit jacket he had earlier had been discarded and his red tie was loose around his neck. Before acknowledging his wife, he headed to his desk. He did what he initially came in here to do, which was to grab a file and do some work before heading to bed. The clink of glasses caused him to turn around.

"Mellie?" He looked up in confusion.

Fitz gave her a once over and he was overcome by the fact that she was in a silky, black nightgown and a robe of the same material. She hadn't even noticed that he was looking at her. She was too busy starring at her glass. Her slender finger traced the rim of the cup. He surprised himself by letting his eyes travel down to the cleavage her outfit was allowing. The lacy material was barely keeping her contained. His eyes went up her neck as she tipped her head back and swallowed the last of the scotch in her glass. He may despise his wife, but there was no denying her beauty. He had just left Olivia after a night of passion. It felt wrong for him to think of Mellie in that way and to have the urge to reach out and touch her. He wanted to bring his wife into his arms, for the first time in years, and pull that night gown over her head. Thoughts of grabbing her by the waist and throwing her onto the desk filled his brain. The loud clunk of her glass brought Fitz back to reality. He rubbed his face and sighed loudly. Mellie finally looked up at him. Bright, blue eyes scanned him up and down. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows crinkled as she noticed he was staring at her. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the desk.

"Why are you in here?" Fitz questioned her.

In all honesty, Mellie wasn't sure how she ended up in the Oval Office. She remembered coming to find her husband, only to have Lauren tell her "he was out." She might only be allowed to pick out China patterns, but Mellie wasn't stupid. She knew her husband was out gallivanting with his mistress. So, in an angry stupor she entered the office and sat like a child waiting for Fitz. He sure is going to get an earful, was what Mellie first thought when she sat down. She intended to sit there and wait up for her cheating husband to return from his escapades. That thought process changed as time went on and she saw the glass bottle full of scotch. Now here she was, two hours later, face to face with Fitz.

Mellie stood up, stumbling a little, "I came to ask you a question but you weren't here…and now I can't remember what I wanted to ask you." She snorted in a drunken stupor.

Fitz rolled his eyes, "That may have something to do with all the scotch you consumed." He eyed her as she carried her drunken self over to him.

"I didn't have that much" Mellie corrected him.

He laughed a laugh that sounded much more like a sigh, "You're drunk."

She shook her head, "A lady doesn't get drunk."

He shrugged, "Then tonight…you aren't a lady."

Fitz gripped the edge of the desk behind him. Mellie licked her lips and eyed him hungrily. What did next, she blamed on the five glasses of scotch she had. Maybe she did drink too much.

"You got that right" Mellie replied.

The usually put together First Lady stepped forward and placed an open mouth kiss on Fitz's lips. Before he could pull himself together to react, she pulled away. A look of confusion appeared on her face, as if she was questioning herself. In a drunken manor, she patted his clean shaven cheek. Liking the effect, she left on her husband, she turned and began to walk away with an extra swing of her hips. His eyes traveled down her body and to her incredible backside. Suddenly, he reached for her. He grabbed her hand and turned her around. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist and the other brush a piece of hair out of her face. She looked up at him helplessly. Fitz leaned in slowly and captured her lips. He begged for her to grant him access which, considering how drunk she was, she did. His tongue drug across her bottom lip and she allowed a whimper escape her mouth. She was pressed so tightly to him, Mellie thought for sure was never going to be able to escape. She didn't want to, but she knew she should. He felt her pull away and he looked down at her breathless.

"Mellie..." He spoke softly.

She looked up and him and swallowed, "I'm-I am really drunk."

He scanned her as she stuttered over her words. His hands travelled down her sides, the silky material against his fingers. In attempt to move away from the situation, Fitz now had her trapped between him and the wall. She shivered as his hands went from her hips to her thighs. His once lowering hands went back up, bringing the hem of her nightgown up with one of them.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked her.

She whimpered as his fingers discovered the skimpy, red underwear she was wearing. As soon as she shook her head no, he whisked her up into his arms. She squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her back was pressed against the wall and his lips were pressed just has hard against her lips. His nails dug into her thighs, as their tongues fought for dominance. She giggled, their lips still connected, as Fitz carried her from the door to the large wooden desk. Passing over the presidential seal, they gave those watching the security feed quite a show. Ignoring the fact that they could most likely still be seen at the desk, Mellie began loosening Fitz's tie. He skimmed his fingers up and down her soft thighs. As his lips when to her neck, he inhaled her scent. He breathed in a delightful smell of vanilla. Vanilla, he smiled. She always smelled like that. After throwing his tie on the ground, she began working at the buttons of his white shirt. He ran his hands down her back and to her backside. He grabbed and pulled her closer to him. Files that were on the desk earlier were now in a messy pile on the floor. He urged her to lift her hips, so he could pull her panties down her legs. As well as spreading her legs for him, she did just that. He pulled the lacy undergarment down, slowly. Her perfectly, painted toes curled as he inched his way to her center. One hand rubbed her lower hip, mostly to keep her in place but also because he knew she liked it, while the other reached her womanhood. He brushed his against her already throbbing clit and her hips twitched. As he continued rubbing circles with his thumb, he plunged a finger inside of her.

"Christ" Mellie said through a sigh of pleasure.

Fitz grinned as he watched Mellie. Her mouth slightly parted and her eyes full of lust. He hadn't seen her like that in awhile. After adding another finger, he connected his lips with hers. He continued in a painfully slow motion, until she urged him to goes faster. Fitz aimed to please, so he did as he was told.

"Fitz I-" She moaned and he slowed his pace.

With one final pumped, he pulled his fingers out of her. She grabbed his belt loops and pulled herself as close to him as could without falling off the desk. Her fingers went to his dark curls and he looked down at her. He cupped her cheeks and leaned down with an open mouth. The way she tasted was indescribable. And that's just her mouth, Fitz thought to himself. Mellie's lips were like sugar and he had an incredible sweet tooth. She scrapped his now bare chest with her nails. His dress shirt barely hung on his body. However, he knew were he was, he didn't want to be too exposed. But he had no problem wanting to take Mellie's clothes off. Fitz took Mellie's robe off and kissed her creamy shoulders. The silky robe fell to the floor. Her hands travelled farther down his body and to cup his manhood. He twitched noticeably and she smirked. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrists and she stopped. Fitz lowered himself and started placing kisses on her thighs. Mellie didn't know how much longer she was going to last.

"Fitz…please" She whimpered, her fingers in his hair.

He raised himself up rather quickly. As he began to lower her farther onto the desk, he unzipped his pants and discarded them. Their lustful eyes were locked the whole time. He pushed her nightgown further up her body, so her bare ass on the desk. Next, he stepped out of his boxers and Mellie's eyes travelled down. Her cheeks were red and her pupils were dilated. So beautiful, Fitz thought. Without warning, Fitz dove in. His throbbing member entered her and she gasped loudly. He pulled out, plunged back in and repeated that pattern. Her hips bucked and he watched her as she screamed his name. Fitz slowed his pace, then sped up until she couldn't take it anymore. With one last entrance, they reached their end. After releasing himself inside of her, he pulled out. He looked at her, neither of them able to breathe. He leaned down and gave her one last kiss, before pulling his boxers back up his legs. Fitz ran a sweaty hand through his hair, but Mellie just remained where she was.

"I think you broke me" She said softly.

He chuckled, with a grin on his face. She watched him button his shirt and tuck it back into his pants. He picked up her panties from the floor and gave them to her.

"That was…" Fitz started, as she got up from the desk and put her underwear back on.

Mellie looked up at him, adjusting herself, "Weird?"

He chuckled, "I was going to say great"

She pulled her robe back on and tightened it around her body, "Well I'm no Olivia Pope but-"

Fitz rolled his eyes and looked at her, "Mellie"

She sighed, "It was pretty great…"

The now out discombobulated First Lady tucked a piece of hair behind her hair, unable to think of what to say next.

"But…you'll soon forget about this, so I'll do the same" Mellie said, flatly.

Fitz tried to speak but she interrupted him, "Goodnight Fitz"

She placed a hand on his chest before walking away from him. The president watched his wife leave, confused as he had ever been. What just happened?

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