Jealousy
Olivia and Fitz
**End of Season Finale**
"Thank you" Olivia comments, as the detective, the muscular chocolate skinned, gladiator Harrison, the chestnut haired, brown eyed new intern Quinn, the tall fiery red headed divorcee Abby, and the buzz cut computer wiz, Huck exit the building for the night.
Olivia turns, there's one more she's missing. The chestnut haired Australian gigolo Steven.
"Good night"
"Are you alright?" asks Steven.
Olivia nods. "I'll be fine."
Steven skeptically walks past. Olivia gives him a reassuring nod, before closing the door. Though the door is closed, her hand doesn't seem to let go of the handle.
It was over… She had done this before, and said it was over before. But this was different. She had the chance, she truly had the chance to be with him today. The chance to move into a house, give birth to children. Raise them in a loving home. A home that not just reflect her, but had a piece of him as well. A walk in closet with his and her clothes lined up. A block full of children, their children could play with. It was painful to think of what could have been, just by a couple of words today.
Olivia sauntered through the hallway into the back office, she leaned over gazing out the window. Below she watched everyone close up shop and put their things into the back of the cars. She had robbed them all of lives.
Harrison, Abby, Huck, Quinn, and Steven… She looked below,
Tears running down her face, she never cried so hard. She dropped down to the ground, hoping that no one had seen her.
She was wailing, something she thought she could do since everyone was leaving, that was until she heard a KNOCK.
Olivia was quick to wipe her eyes off. She forced herself up and walked to the door, opening it.
"Yes?"
It was Fitz.
"Leave. Now."
"No"
"Fitz"
"You want me to give you up. Fine, but no more minutes. I have you till sun up tomorrow." He determined.
"It ended when I said it ended. Don't touch me, and do not come any closer is that clear?"
Fitz pulled her in kissing , she pushed him back her fight the strongest it had ever been.
"You don't get to touch me" she roared.
"Come here" he ordered
"No"
"Come. Here." She remained in one spot, refusing.
He dropped down to his knees, "Come here"
Olivia looked at him, not sure what he was doing.
"You want me to beg, I'm begging Livi, now come here"
"I said no"
He took a deep breath and sighed "So this is how it works? You speak up in my meetings, you decide to stay after I fired you knowing I couldn't dream of being with another woman after meeting you, you decide not to go in your room, instead you head to mine to make love, and you get to break it off with me twice, and leave me by myself? I wanted you, I spoke to you, I told you how I felt but I never made the first move… it's my turn… come here."
She contemplated, thinking on all he had just said. Yeah she made the pivotal moves but he still enticed them with his extremely close proximities and words. But he's on his knees. She thought. The most powerful human currently on this earth is on his knees for her.
She stepped forward moving into arms reach.
"One night" he said.
She thought again before a simple reiteration "One night"
He stood his hands fell down her back. Her hand ran up his. Fitz backed her into a wall his body pressed into hers.
Her eyes on his, and his on her's. It wasn't love. And if it was it wasn't romantic. It was absolute need for the other to be happy. Not love but care. They cared.
Fitz and Olivia held one another's stare, as he pushed off his shirt, then moved onto hers.
With her shirt unbuttoned and opened, she reached out and hugged him, holding on to him. He held on to her as well. He softly picked her up, her legs wrapped around him. He carried her to a desk and laid her down.
She took off her pants, and then sat up to take his off as well. Their lips moved close but their eye contact kept connected. They're lips not touching, he pulled down his underwear, and she pulled down her panties.
He broke eye contact, kissing her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, her stomach and her thigh, back up to her face, he kissed her cheek, her forehead, she turned over, allowing him behind her.
This wasn't meant to be intimate and deep, in a way it was to punish themselves. For him it was to punish himself for ever getting involved with Olivia. How dare she be so perfect and exactly what he wanted while he was involved in a marriage he didn't want. She was doing it because she thought very similar of herself. A married man, with children… how low can you go. She thought to herself. Even though no one else saw her in that manner. Fitz was the love of her life, but she screwed up when she got involved.
Fitz reached down touching and feeling her body, not noticing the tears now falling from her eyes. This wasn't rape, at all. But at the same time it wasn't what she wanted, or he for that matter. However Fitz wouldn't have done this if he didn't think it was going to make her feel better. He pushed up, entering her over a stack of papers on her desk.
She whimpered.
His large hands began to massage her soft clint, making her wetter. He began to pump in and out of her, very softly and slow.
The slow was beautiful, but not what either of them wanted right now. "Harder" she spoke softly. Her voice almost in a soft sad whisper.
"What was that?"
"Harder" she repeated, Fitz could tell now that she was crying.
He pulled out "Damn it Olivia… I don't want to hurt you."
"No, please. Just harder."
"This is not to punish you! It's to punish me, for even -"
"Fitz. I just want you to go harder. I want to feel this when I wake up and you're gone."
He steadied himself and began going harder, pounding into her. She held onto the table. Tensing with each penetrating, it didn't hurt her physically at all, but it was killing her mentally.
Fitz held on to her, trying to drill in her as gently as he could. She held onto his arms, encouraging him to continue.
But he didn't want to hurt her, he never cared for someone this much before. He stopped.
Staring at the beautiful curve of her back. This wasn't what he came for, they weren't making love, this was different, he could tell.
"Olivia"
Olivia took matters into her own hands, rocking her body into him. Her movements slow and sensual. She swayed her hips side to side bouncing back into him.
This turned him on more than she knew… She was good, she was really good. But he wanted to make love say his good byes through her body, so as much as he could have gone with this… he had to take control of the situation, so that Olivia knew he wasn't there just to get laid.
He turned her over surprising her. He ran a hand down her body, and kissed her neck.
But she wasn't impressed "Stop. No intimate positions" she rallied. Which she didn't know was the absolute wrong thing to say.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me."
"So you want me to treat you like a fucking whore?"
"Like a mistress Fitz" she said to jab at him. She wanted him to see how she saw herself , or at least how she wanted to see herself when she was with him. If this was soft and sweet she would probably go back to him and want to be with him forever, so she egged him on, egged him on for rough dirty sex that would cause her to look back on this whole think in disgust. It would make it easier for them both.
"Fine." Fitz, pinned her on desk.
His hands gently played with her clint, causing her body to jolt in pleasure. She was really wet now. Her eyes lingered on him, but he wouldn't look at her.
He leaned down to her ear and whispered some dirty things, that made her spread her legs wide open.
He began pounding in her, rubbing circles in her clint, his hot breath still whispering in her ear. She screamed. Never had she felt like this before.
He was awesome, but her competitive mood wouldn't allow him to get the best of her.
Her nails dug into every sensitive nerve of his back and butt she could find, causing him to almost cum right there. He had to pull out.
"Fuck" he spoke, stepping back, and holding his throbbing cock in two hands. If he had stroked it even once his semen would be all over the office floor.
Olivia sat up on the desk and opened her legs teasing him for more.
He had to close his eyes and take a deep breath. It was evident that he had done something to her as well, because she couldn't stop moving her hips, almost grinding on the table, because her body missed the unbelievable amount of pleasure it was just receiving.
"Come back" she moaned
He kept his eyes clothes.
"Please. I need you" her body hovering over important files and papers with the word fuck me written all over her.
Both needed release, but Fitz knew that if he even touched her, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He wanted control, even though he had lost it for a moment he still wanted to prove to her that he came to create memories of her and how wonderful she was, to punish himself.
"Come back please" she begged.
He grabbed a chair. A tall back, boss chair, that rolled and spun around. He sat down and moved over to her, pushing her legs apart, his tongue swirled in her clint around and round. She cried out, her hands running through his hair. "Mmmmm"
He was so good. His teeth ran gently nibbled on the wonder with in her lower lips. "Stop" she spoke, her body beginning to uncontrollably shiver and shake. "Stop, I'm going to climax"
He continued, she shook holding on for dear life as her world almost reached it's peak, but instead she pushed him back, surprising him.
She moved over to him and knelt admiring the large cock that had rocked her world previous to the all you can eat special.
Her lips ran along the head of his penis. He would be lying, in fact any man would be lying if they said they had never looked at Olivia's lips and wondered what those juicy pairs could do around a cock.
Fitz was about to find out.
Her lips first moved over his the head, kissing and giving extra attention to the head, her hands went for his balls, massaging them.
Fitz sat back in his tall boss's chair as she pleasured him.
She took him into her mouth. He closes his eyes as he felt his head pass her lips, skim her perfect teeth, rub over her tongue , that tongue which commands a room, and orders all to do as she's told them to do, that tongue which helped a governor win presidency, that has saved so many people. He pushed in a little more, not expecting to get any further without choking her.
But she took more in. Her throat and esophagus closed around him, causing him, to almost cry it felt so good.
But what did it, was when she looked up at him. Her eyes, her beautiful eyes made him begin to cum. "Shit."
He pulled out of her mouth. His fists pumping on his cock. She laid back onto the ground, her fingers teasing her clint for him. The sight causing him to finally cum, she climbed from the desk sitting on him, he came completely in her.
"Finish inside me" she whispered
"What?" asked Steven.
Olivia opened her eyes, finding herself straddling Steven.
She had gotten so wrapped up in her imagination that she had forgotten what was happening. After the crew had left for the night, Steven returned, hugging her, holding her against her request .
He kissed her forehead, and she kissed him. She told him she couldn't and he insisted that it would make her feel better, that it would start her on a new pathway to finding a new beau, someone she can have.
Accepting his offer, let him touch on her, kiss on her body, rub his hands in places she wouldn't normally let anyone other than Fitz touch.
She let him take advantage of her, that's where she closed her eyes and began imagining Fitz.
Olivia was in Steven's lap, her head over his shoulder as he held on to her. They had just shared a very intense orgasm together and it meant the world to him.
Without asking, Steven picked her up and put her back on the table. She opened up for him, as he began pumping inside of her.
He finished inside of her, causing her body to react screaming out in pleasure. "Harder"
He pumped harder and harder, turning her over onto the desk to finish pounding in her.
"MMmmm more, harder please harder"
He pulled her down from the table, to where they both were standing up. He bent her over the table, and began pummeling in her. It had started off to make her feel better and was at the point where he felt dejavu, he had day dreamed about fucking her on her desk several times. Who hasn't…
He ran a hand down Oliva's sweaty back, as he kept pounding in her. He couldn't believe this was happening and boy was he excited about it.
"Harder" she requested. Steven obeyed, it was feeling great to him. He needed to see her breast, he needed to flip her over and kiss her, lick her, smell her; but when he turned her over to do just that, he found tears running down her face.
It took everything he had to stop himself from ignoring the tears. Her body was cloud 9. "Liv, what's wrong" he asked, his body tensing from the dissatisfaction of stopping, "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head, before she wiped her eyes and pushed herself back onto the table opening her legs, but she couldn't look at him. Steven approached her, his eyes focused on her face "Liv, what's wrong?"
"I want him"
"You can't have him… Here close your eyes," he told her. She complied, as he took off his tie and tied it around her like a blind fold.
"What's this?"
"Imagine I'm him again" he allowed.
She did closing her eyes, he entered her again. She began to moan, grabbing on to Steven. Her legs locked onto his. Her lips ran over his cheek bone, till it reached his lips. She kissed him. Their kisses were deep and tender. Steven had never felt such love before. She treated his body like no other girl had ever done before. It was soft, strong, demanding, but submissive, loving and gentle all together. He came very quickly again, but she continued giving him and herself multiple orgasms. Throughout the night.
Something he thought was impossible. She more than rocked his world she put every woman he ever thought of to shame, but she wasn't a whore. And he knew that. She had only been with three men in her life time. Some guy who was her first, Fitz and now Steven.
The next morning he woke up with a blanket over his naked body. His clothes folded, and coffee on the desk they over consummated.
He got dressed and read a note attached to the coffee, saying: "I left to change cloths, and bathe, I wanted to thank you for all you've done, but I'm worried that I took advantage of you, I'm so sorry."
He got dressed and stood, she had blew his mind. He thought that he could rock her world, but she turned around made him feel like he could stand.
Literally, his legs and hands were shaking it was so good. He now knew at least one of the reasons the President could not give her up.
