Warm lips trailed over her neck, she arched into his touch and gasped loudly. She wanted just one more moment of this. She wanted another minute of his touch, hot gaze, and desperate kisses. One more. Still, she knew that it would never be enough. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into his chest, and fingers knitted in his suit coat. She shuddered noticeably and his lips twitched into a small smirk. As his teeth sunk into the lobe of her ear, she gulped and trembled. Her hands ran over his strong chest. A hand deflected and threaded through his hair. Her fingers curled, tightening in the spindly brunette locks, and her toes curled. Her leg raised and rested on the wall. The leverage offered her the ability to push harder against him. His hand wound around her waist, palm sidetracking to her bum, and squeezing it sensually. She moaned loudly, volume getting the better of her, and eyes fluttered shut. He nibbled on her full lower lip, sucking it between his, and drawing a louder, coarser, and hungrier moan from her.

"Olivia," He breathed and trailed kisses down her neck.

His lips locked on the throbbing pulse. She gasped, fingers tightening in his suit, and nails scratching across his scalp.

"Fitz," She choked as his teeth sunk into hers.

They both froze.

"Jake," He corrected and took a step back.

"Jake," He reiterated and his eyes narrowed, "So, this is why…"

She babbled her profuse apologies, but he merely shook his head.

He was used to being second best.


Disclaimer: While I sincerely wish that I owned Scandal, I don't. I just like to play with them.