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Fitz:

She's fucking him. I know she is. I know her. I sometimes think I know better than she does. She can't lie to me. Every look on her face tells me everything that I need to know. One look. That's all it takes.

Our relationship is…complicated, to say the least. I wish it wasn't. After the first election, I thought we were in this together. We were supposed to be in this together. But she left me. That was first time I questioned our relationship. The first time my heart was broken. The second time was when she planned Mellie's conception of my son. That really hurt me. I was ready to stop being President for her. Drop everything, for her. But she fixed it, as always. Which once again allowed her to walk away from me.

Then there was Defiance. That broke me. It changed a lot of things in me. I couldn't trust anyone. If everything came falling down I knew I could trust her but this shattered it. I started to shut Cyrus and Mellie out. My children became my reason to go on each day. I was running the country basically on my own and I didn't care. I drank. Ok, I drank a lot but nothing else seemed the numb the pain or the thoughts of Olivia that frequented my mind.

After that, I hadn't seen Liv in eight months until our goddaughter's christening. The second I saw her approach the alter I stared at her with passionate eyes and knew I needed to get her alone. It was as if everyone else in the church faded out and all I saw was her. The pain. The betrayal. The love. The hate. All wrapped up in one. I pretended to listen to James' mini-speech about how grateful he was for those who came out to support Ella but the only thing on my mind was Olivia. When she turned to leave, I made up mind right then and there I had to have her. I had to fuck her. I had to express all the pent up frustration I had endured since I found out about Defiance.

I admit it. I treated her like shit after the fact but I didn't know what else to do. She fucking hurt me. I mean really hurt me. Knowing what I know now, I probably would've handled that better but who knows.

With all that we've been through, from showing her the house in Vermont and her finding reasons to not be with me, I've had it.

And she actually has the audacity to stand here in front of me like I don't know. Like I don't know she's with Jake. She has to know that I've been having her followed but I didn't need to spy on her to know she's fucking that piece of shit.

I asked her to come to the White House for some advice regarding foreign policy but deep down I wanted to get to the bottom of this shit.

There was no way she was gonna waltz in her like nothing happened and try to keep this as professional as possible. Bullshit. It was as good time as any. I had to hear it from her. I couldn't refrain from my thoughts any longer.

"So…, thanks for coming down here. I really appreciate you taking the time and offering your advice," I said coolly.

"Not a problem. You know I would help you no matter what," she said quickly.

I stared at her for a minute. Taking in how beautiful she looked. She was wearing a black blazer with a skirt that stopped right below the knee. She had minimum make-up on, which is exactly the way I preferred. I never liked it when she wore too much. And of course she was wearing the black "fuck me" pumps as I call them. She fidgeted slightly from my intent staring and looking anywhere but at me.

"You're fucking him aren't you?" I said. Getting right to the point.

"Excuse me?" she said slowly. "I said, are. you. fucking. him? It's a simple question Olivia," I said waiting for her response.

"That's none of your damn business!" She fired back. The moment she said those words I let jealousy take over. I knew it was none of my business but I always felt a part of her would always belong to me. No matter whom she was with after me. I felt I had the right to know everything about her. The first time she gave herself to me, I proclaimed that she was mine. She gave me no objections until later on in our relationship.

"Olivia, own up to your shit for once. Look me in the eye and tell me," I said menacingly.

"Fitz...I…what do you want me say?" she stammered. "That I'm sleeping with a man with no baggage! Is that it!? That I'm being the single woman that I am?! What would help you sleep at night?!" She yelled loudly.

I chuckled and turned away from her. She was challenging me. She was trying to push me to my limits. Tempting me to crack. And it was working because if she stepped any closer it would be over. It was as if she was baiting me to fuck her into her senses.

"Olivia…don't push me," I said threateningly. "What is it? Are you scared that I might do something to him? Don't flatter yourself. He's not worth my time. I could care less about that piece of shit but I'm gonna make something real clear here. I fight for what's mine. And you can delude yourself all you want but we both know the truth," I said as I turned back to face her. I walked around my desk to stand in front of her.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She yelled. "Fight for what's yours?! Newsflash! You. don't. own. Me! I can do what ever the fuck I want and fuck whoever the fuck I want," she said challengingly and made a step towards and proceeded to get in my face.

"You know what? I think you're just jealous because I found someone who can take of my needs on a weekly or should I say daily basis," she said as I felt her breath on my face. "You just want what you can't have and what you can't have is me!" she said forcefully.

That did it. I broke. I pulled her body towards mine so hard she almost lost her balance. I kissed her aggressively as she returned with equal intensity. Both of us battling as I shoved my tongue in her mouth. I bit her bottom lip as she pulled at the back of my hair. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me and I lead us to the nearest wall. I pushed her skirt up and I found my way into her panties to find her dripping with need. I smiled inwardly to myself, boasting on how much she wanted me. I roughly shove two fingers into her heat and she yelps out. I latch on to her neck as she tries to take off my jacket. I slip my fingers out of her heat long enough to rip my jacket off. By now I have her skirt bunched up at her torso and I rip her panties off in frustration. I lean her against the wall as I push two fingers back inside her. I pump in and out quickly and apply the right amount of pressure to make her orgasm. She shakes violently and I let her ride out her high as I reach down to unbuckle my pants. I push my pants and my boxers down just enough for my pulsing cock to be set free. I pump one or two times before I enter her roughly. I begin to move instantly, not letting her fully adjust to me. She claws at my back as I dig deeply into her. Her moans are muffled by my mouth as I kiss her fervently. I can never get enough of her. I hear the sound of our lower halves thumping against the wall and anyone in their right mind knew exactly what was taking place in the Oval Office. Her walls start to clamp down on me as another orgasm approaches. I quickly hammer into her as she falls apart again in my arms. I slow down my pace as she comes back down. Her eyes are heavy with satisfaction as I set her down on her feet.

"I'm not done with you yet. Not even close," I say to her.

I guide her back towards my desk, her legs wobbly. I immediately sweep everything off my desk. And turn her around. " Put your hands out in front of you," I command. She obeys and quickly grabs a hold of the desk. She knows what's about to happen. I push her skirt further up and put my knee in between her legs to nudge them further apart. I pump my cock again. I tease her at her entrance and she moans loudly. "Say you want me to fuck you," I demand from her. "Say it," I say as I put the tip in only to pull back out. She moans some unintelligible words and I say," I can't hear you." " I want you to fuck me Fitz," she moans. "Please," she begs. I love it when she begs. I enter her slowly this time. "You better hold on," I say threateningly. I position myself in a comfortable but powerful stance so I can hit her spots. I pull slowly back out and enter her forcefully. I hear the breath knocked out of her and I continue this pace. Slowly out and roughly back in. I increase my pace slightly and by this time she's calling my name over and over. Music to my ears. I slap her backside hard and yell, "Say you're mine!" And I continue to pump in and out of her. The only response I receive is breathy moans so I hit her backside again. "I'm yours baby, I'm yours…oh….God…fuck…mmm," she nearly cries out. Hearing those words come out of her mouth does something to my stamina. I feel her walls clamp down again and I feel my peak approaching. She feels so goddamn good it's unbelievable. She comes first. I pump 2 more times and climax. I moan, spilling my seed into her body. Hoping that I can get her pregnant with my baby some day.

I pick up her shaking body and set her down on the couch. I make a quick call to Lauren to hold all my calls and reschedule all my meetings. I slowly take off all her clothes as she looks at me with hooded eyes. If anyone saw her they would know that she'd been thoroughly fucked. Her messy hair and swollen lips made me smile at her. I instruct her to open her legs and she begs me, "Fitz, I can't take anymore , please." I hush her with my index finger and begin to kiss down her body. My aim: to feast on my favorite snack. I know I've been rough on her, her swollen pussy is an indication of that so I want to take care of her. I feast on her body until she comes 3 more times. By then, I'm satisfied that I've proven my point.

As I lay there with her on that couch, I hold her until she falls asleep in my arms. I don't know what the future has for us but all I know is that I cant, I won't live without her.


Hope you guys liked this. I'm NOT a fanfic writer. This just something that was in my head.