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It was dark, pitch black. Neither Fitz nor Olivia could see. They were in a closet seconds away from combusting from pure, unadulterated lust.
Olivia had rejoined the Grant campaign after leaving Josie's just two weeks ago, and up to this point the two lovers had been on their best behavior- which meant avoiding being alone together. But today, during their meeting, Cyrus had bowed out early to go deal with an emergency pertaining Ella's nanny arrangements. And now they were all alone, lodged in a random closet on the White House grounds.
Fitz's lips crashed blindly against Olivia's and his tongue sought entrance into her mouth darting around the outer edges of her lips. She playfully resisted and attempted to disentangle her limbs from his. As soon as Fitz felt the cool air on his neck from Olivia's absent arms he growled in disapproval and pushed her up against the wall grinding himself into her while simultaneously trying to force her arms back around his neck.
He thrust his tongue forward again and this time Olivia succumbed to the temptation. Their tongues battled, but neither was a clear winner.
"We shouldn't be doing this," whimpered Olivia breathlessly, "We should be working on your speech."
"I am working on my speech," said Fitz gruffly as he bit her ear.
She gasped at the unexpected sensation. Her body was on fire and from the feel of how tight his pants were he was too.
"I really don't think you are," piped Olivia coquettishly.
"Well I'm working on you," he admitted, "which means that I'll be able to focus on working on my speech later."
Olivia tried to stifle her laugh, not knowing exactly how sound proof the door to the closet was, but failed.
Olivia's laugh made Fitz pause his menstruations and smile.
"I missed you," he mumbled into her hair. He seemed to be trying to breathe her in, such a contrast from the roughness just moments ago.
She snuggled her head into his chest in response as if silently saying, "me too"
Fitz hooked his fingers into pockets on Olivia's dress and tugged her waist closer to his.
"Did I tell you how much I really like your dress, because I really like it."
"Oh, really," said Olivia as she guided his roaming hands up said dress.
Fitz grunted in pleasure.
Olivia heard the quiet whoosh of pants unzipping.
"No marks. And then we get back to your speech."
A/N: How did you like this? I think I'm going to write short snap shots of Fitz and Olivia being mischievous on the re-election trail. What other sorts of naughty shenanigans should they get into? I got such intense writers block on my other story Not tethered, maybe I'll work on it some more at some point, but this makes me happy for now.