Chapter 1 - Grant: For the People

"A man who isn't president has options. A man who isn't president can divorce his wife." He said while leaning on his desk.

"Fitz" she interrupted without meeting his gaze for fear of the hope it might implant into her heart.

He continued slowly "A man who isn't president can have a life. The life he wants. The life has always wanted…with the woman he loves" he was slowly approaching her. They were nose to nose by the time he finished.

They were an inch apart. Her breaths were deep as she could feel his body close to hers, feel his breath on her lips. Her breathing becomes more labored as she feels him getting closer.

He slowly leans down and lays a light kiss on her precious lips. She timidly responds to him before throwing caution to the wind and giving in to her most primal urge to devour his mouth with hers.

He reaches his hand to her face as she moves her hand up his chest to his neck, then around to clutch his back trying to bring them closer somehow.

She can feel his arm reach around her back and under her jacket. In one quick movement he un-tucks a small portion of her shirt from her pants and rests his hand between the fabric of per pants and her lower back wanting to feel her skin. He moans at the contact and she sharply inhales.

It had been the most contact they had had since she left the white house and they were both reveling in it.

With his hand on her lower back he gently brought her pelvis closer to him until her body was flush with his. She could feel his erection against her stomach which sent a jolt of electricity straight to her already hot, sweet spot.

She knew if she didn't pull away soon there would be no hope, all her resolve would disappear into canal thoughts and actions with the man in front of her.

He left her lips and sucked gently on her earlobe. She let out a moan. And with that all hope was lost. All resolve, vanished.

She was being moved backwards towards the couches without even realizing it. She felt something touch the back of her knees before Fitz spun so the back of his legs were touching the couch and swiftly lifted her up just above the knees before quickly sitting down, effectively resulting in her straddling him.

He unzipped the small zip at the front of her pants but moved his hands back around to the top of her pants at the back and plunged his hands down the back of her pants and under her lace underwear grabbing a handful of her lower ass and pulling up just enough for to expose more of her clit to rub against his contained erection.

Her back arched at the feeling brining her breasts closer to his face. He nuzzled his nose against one of her nipples while her removed one hand from his pants to undo her jacket. She shimmied out of the jacket and swiftly removed her own satin blouse. He reefed down one of her bra cups and feasted on her bare nipple then put his hand back down her pants.

She had begun slowly moving against his erection and unbuttoning his shirt. She loosened his tie and popped his collar. She opened his shirt and was disappointedly met with a light under shirt. She held the neckline of the shirt and pulled it down feeling for his chest hairs to run her hands through.

At that moment he pushed one finger inside her depths from behind. She let out a moan and pulled his shirt down with such force that it ripped his shirt, giving her the access she so desperately desired.

His finger thrusting inside her, his tongue lashing her nipple and running her fingers through his chest hair, she was unable to control her vocal chords. He removed his mouth from her breast and silenced her moans with his mouth.

His tongue in her mouth just turned her on even more. She began bouncing more on his finger, her pleasure heightening with every moment. Sensing her pending orgasm Fitz moved his fingers from tweaking her nipple down to the front of her undone pants and slid his thumb into her underwear rubbing her clit. At that she thrashed her tongue in his mouth feeling herself coming so close.

He added his index finger to his middle finger inside her and after only a few more thrusts he felt her orgasm hit her and she collapsed against his body, her hands on the back of his neck. He continued thrusting into her until the pulsing around his finger eased up.

Once her breathing had regulated she stood up and removed her pants and underwear, kneeling before him. She ran her hands up his thighs until she reached his belt, moving over his erection as she went. She looked up at him and he had his fingers in his mouth. "Livvie, I have missed the way you taste". She licked her lips at that thought.

She unbuckled his belt, moved her hands around to the back of his pants and Fitz leaned against the back of the chair to allow her to get his pants over his ass. She pulled his pants down around his ankles and he kicked them off.

She grabbed his throbbing cock quickly with one hand and began trailing kisses up his inner thigh while stroking him slowly. He was ready for her. She rubbed the tip with her thumb still trailing light kisses up his thigh. When she reached his member she licked from the base to the tip flicking the tip with her tongue. He loved watching her but the moment she took him in her mouth he threw his head back and moaned "Livvie". "hmmmmm" she replied with him in her mouth. The vibration of her mouth was an incredible sensation. "Fuck" he said.

He put a hand in her luscious locks gripping her head when she took him all in her mouth. He felt the back of her throat. She lathered him up with her saliva before removing him from her mouth and sucking on his balls while stroking him with her hand. When they were thoroughly doused in her spit she began massaging them with one hand and took his shaft back in her mouth. She heard him inhale sharply when she returned to his shaft.

He allowed her to continue for another minute before letting out a deep "Livvie" while he attempted to pull her head back from his crotch. She knew he wanted to be inside her and she was happy to oblige. She stood up, placed both hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. During the passionate kiss they shared she managed to maneuver herself onto his member. They both moaned at the feeling of being whole once more. She slowly allowed him to fill her. He placed one hand on her hip and the other on her face. His hand on her hip was his signal for her to start moving. And move she did. She began slowly, but deeply at first. Her chest was flush against his, her arms around his neck. As she moved up and down his chest hair rubbed up against her nipples heightening her arousal. She began to move faster and faster. She leaned back and stabled herself by placing one hand on his chest and the other at the back of his neck, continuing to increase her pace.

The look on his face was glorious, a look of a man thoroughly impressed by what he saw. His eyebrows began to furrow as her pace picked and he felt his impending climax. He moved his other hand to her hip to help increase her speed and gritted his teeth.

She knew that meant he was just about ready to blow his load so she put her hand back to massage his balls as she rode as fast as she could.

"Babe I am so close" she said as she could feel herself on the brink.

Fitz waited till he was just about to come before reaching between them and stroking her hot clit just once. She knew he was waiting for her so as she came she squeezed both of his balls in her hand. He felt her tighten around him and her hand squeeze his balls, the combination brought him to climax right behind her.

She collapsed on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

They sat like that for a while before Olivia leaned back and looked at Fitz. "Hi" she said.

"Hi" he replied. A smile, made only for the eyes of the other, appeared on both their faces. She placed her hand on his face and rubbed his cheek with her thumb before easing herself off of him and began picking up their clothes and dressing herself.

Once the were fully dressed neither really wanted to find out what was going on outside the Oval but such is life. She went to pick up her bag and Fitz moved towards her "So can I call you tonight?" he said with his hand in his pockets. She nodded with a goofy smile on her face.

He moved in for one more passionate kiss and watched as she walked out of his office.

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Her bubble had been burst by Cyrus saying "Some men aren't meant to be happy, They're meant to be great." Which was his way of saying "put on your big girl pants and fix this".

She had fixed it. She and Mellie had come up with a plan. When he grabbed her arm and asked "Who are you right now" her heart broke. The silent promises they made to each other just a few minutes ago in the Oval Office were broken. She had broken them. She walked out of the room to the nearest bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

She had condoned him touching her, him doing all those unspeakable things to someone other than her and that made her sick to her stomach.

She walked out of the White House grounds that night determined not to dwell, to only look forward.