Olitz one shot…Episode 4x7
I am working on my next AU Olitz story and I wanted to do a one shot of one of my favorite scenes on Scandal.
Warning! This is all about me imagining the kind of sex Fitz and Olivia have…and not much else! And also, because if I was her I would have been headed to that white house faster than the Flash!
Hope you enjoy!
Best,
Isa. S.
"I want to talk about what hope means" Fitz said changing topics. He didn't want to talk about…he didn't want to talk about the lowest time in his life. About being so down he wanted to end it all.
"You said if I gave you a full report on Jake Ballard, we could talk about what the fact that there's hope still means" he tipped the last of the bourbon in his glass and finished it off.
"I would like to discuss what Tom said" Olivia said ignoring his attempt to change the topic of conversation.
"I thought you said Tom was a Liar" He stood up and walked around the desk to refill his glass. He poured out a half measure.
"Or are you a liar? Were you lying when you said there's hope? Was that just to save Jake's life?"
Olivia bristled "I wasn't lying. I don't lie"
Fitz was quiet on the phone
"Then come over here and prove it" he said suddenly.
"Excuse me?"
"If you're not lying, if there's hope, then come over here right now and prove it to me" Fitz said. He took another sip of the liquor. He felt heat coursing through his veins, but it wasn't from the liquor.
"You know I can't do that…."
"Why? Because I'm at the White House? It's not a problem. I have people who will sweep you in here and erase your presence in a matter of minutes…I'm very powerful you know. Some women would find that a turn on"
Olivia sighed on the line "Your drunk….and I've upset you and I shouldn't have brought up what Tom said, so let's just…." Fitz interrupted her
"Don't you want to know what you're going to miss?"
"Fitz…"
"I'm in a …. well, let's just say that I am in a giving mood tonight. So, first I'd take of all your clothes…but I wouldn't kiss you. Not yet. I'd make you wait for that"
He walked around the oval and stopped by the windows looking out but seeing nothing in front of him; he was besieged by images of her and all the things he wanted to do to her.
"Then, once I had you naked, I'd spread you out on the desk so I could see you. Every inch of you…" Fitz had her breath catch on the other end of the line.
"...and then I'd start at the bottom and I'd work my way up…Slowly…deliberately, so you fully understood the choice in front of you…so you fully realized what you were giving up" he heard her breathing pick-up
"… and then once you were begging and I wouldn't stop until you were begging, I would finally kiss you…on the mouth…so you could taste yourself…and then…"
He couldn't hear her breathing on the line anymore. Only silence. A pause; and then she spoke. HE could hear it in her voice…the want…the need
"...and then…and then what?" she asked breathlessly.
A wicked smile flashed across his face
"That depends on how much hope there is" he said…and then hung up on her.
Olivia sat in her bedroom staring at the phone in her hand. He had hung up!
"Ugh" she threw the phone on the bedside table and fell flat on her back. She moved her hand from inside her jacket. She hadn't even realized she had been touching herself until he left her hanging.
He knew what he was doing. The voice, the imagery he had provoked with his words. It was all deliberate. Orchestrated to drive her mad.
It worked. Bastard…
She took off her clothes and jumped in the shower. She needed to wash off her visit with Tom in Supermax.
She thought back to what Tom had said. About how destroyed he had been when she had left him gone of selfishly with Jake. She was trying to spare him from having to look at the woman whose father had killed his child. He had needed her and she had left him.
She walked out of the shower to her closet, looking for a nightshirt, but then hesitated.
Hope…Was there hope…
Of course, there was hope. She had gone into dark and mired places for him and he wondered if there was hope? Yeah there was hope. With the two of them…there would always be hope. Their entire relationship was built on it. Hope that he could leave Mellie and be with her…hope that one day they could be in Vermont and she could make Jam…Hope that all of it…everything hadn't been for nothing…
She looked down at her wrist watch. It was midnight…late.
She shouldn't do it. It was a bad idea. No not just bad…colossally bad.
Then why was she going to do it?
Fitz finished his drink and was going to pour another but thought better of it. He needed to get a handle on his drinking he was going bad places with it. He got up and put the glass back on the tray. He needed to head back to the residence and try to get some sleep.
He reached down and adjusted himself. Talking to Livvie, telling her about all the things he wanted…well, it had the predictable reaction on his body. He was wound tight. His trousers tented uncomfortably. Thank God he had sent most everyone home, except for a few key staff. He needed to finish reading his report and then head to the residence…take a shower…give himself some relief.
The burner phone rang…Liv's phone. He walked over and picked it up.
"I need to talk to you. Make it happen" she hung up the phone.
He didn't hesitate…He picked up the phone on his desk and called Hal.
Olivia went in through the private staff entrance. She took the elevator up with Hal who escorted her right to the door of the Oval, where he left her.
She walked in to find Fitz leaning on the desk. His jacket was off and his shirt-sleeves were rolled up his powerful forearms. He stood staring at her as she entered. His gaze questioning.
They stood looking at each for a minute. No one spoke.
Finally, he made a move and opened his mouth "Liv…"
"Fitz don't speak. I have a lot I need to say to you about what Tom and I discussed today. I am not going to do that now because you've been drinking…are you drunk?" she asked
He shook his head and then thought better of it. He picked up his hand, leveled it and moved it up and down; indicating that he wasn't drunk…but he wasn't exactly sober.
She put her Prada bag down on the couch nearest her and slowly walked over to him.
"Why are you here Liv…tell me why you're here?" he pushed off he desk and moved in close to her and continued "I know why you're here…but I need you to say it out loud" he pulled her into him; bringing her flush against him.
"Say it Liv…tell me why you're here?" his lips brushed hers but he didn't kiss her.
"Say it…"
"Fitz…., what you said on the phone…"
"What Liv, about wanting to spread you out on the desk? Or about tasting you until you beg me to fill you up…"
"Yes…yes… that, all that" she said breathlessly. His mouth was still against hers, but he still made no move to kiss her. He pushed her. Wanting her to acknowledge why she was here with him in this moment. He needed that admission.
"What Livvie? what about it…. you have to say it. Ask and ye shall receive Liv…just ask"
"Oh Fitz, everything you said on the phone…do it… do it all… please"
She stood on her toes and tried to kiss him. He moved back away from her mouth. She tried again and again… he moved back. Then she remembered his words on the phone… I wouldn't kiss you. Not yet. I'd make you wait for that…he wanted to make her wait…until she could taste herself on him….
The thought made her so wet…
He pulled her in close. No kissing. not yet. He pulled her by her coat belt into him and she grabbed a hold of his shoulders. She moved her hips below as she tried to rub herself around his cock. She moved against that hard bulge trying to find relief for the pressing need coursing through her body.
He could give it to her. He knew he could bend her over the desk and have her coming in seconds flat. Give her relief she desperately needed; but he wasn't going to do that.
He was going to keep his promise. He was going to make her beg.
He reached down to unite the heavy coat she had on and pushed it off her shoulders. His breath caught. Fuck…
"Did you wear this for me?" he asked looking down at her. She nodded.
He took it all in. His gaze started at the bottom and worked its way up, slowly. The five-inch black leather pumps…hmm those were staying on he thought. He wanted to feel them digging into his back while he fucked her.
His eyes rose up and followed the sexy hose she had that covered her to mid-thigh where they stopped. Two garter snaps connected them up to a band of lace across her lower midriff; below the band of lace was a sexy pair of sheer black underwear that hid absolutely nothing from his eyes.
He moved up to her bare taut midriff up to her beautiful breasts covered in a sheer bra that matched her next to nothing panties. He looked at the hard-pebbled nipples and couldn't resist, he took one into his mouth through the sheer fabric. Sucking hard on it, rolling the pebble on the roof of his mouth. He moved to the other and gave it similar attention.
His brain was on overload. He couldn't process it all. He had missed her so much and now here she was dressed like this…for him… her gorgeous tits in his mouth…it was too much.
His hands reached down and he grabbed a handful of her beautiful ass. He pulled her up into the air and she immediately wrapped her legs around him. They stared at each other. Livvie never stopped moving against him, even as he carried her to his desk.
He walked her around and pushed all the papers on his desk off to the floor; the phone fell of too with a thud. Neither of them noticed.
He placed her gently down on the desk and then pulled her hips hard into his. Letting her feel how hard he was. She moaned.
She kept her eyes on him as she slowly leaned back on her hands tilting her hips up. She used one hand to support her weight and grabbed his waistband. She pulled him into her forcefully.
He moaned and watched as she aligned herself with his cock. One she was satisfied with the position she moved her hand and placed it back against the desk, now leaning back on both her hands.
Then she started. She moved in a little circle around his cock, over his clothing. She moved again starting a beautiful rhythm. She looked him in the eyes as she circled and circled her pussy around his cock. Riding it while they were fully clothed. She never took her eyes off him once.
Fitz could only look at the beautiful siren moving over him, again and again. It was so good, he was lost in it.
She's getting the upper hand you need to stop her… No shit, she had the upper hand he was a hairs breath away from coming in his trousers.
He grabbed her hips and with the right amount of pressure stilled her hips from moving against him; from driving him mad.
He pulled his head back and looked at her. Saw the triumphant gleam in her eye. She knew what she was doing to him.
Time for some payback
He reached down and grabbed a handful of the barley their panties she had on. He didn't take them off. He tore them off. Olivia gasped as she heard the material tear. The sound turned her and her body responded to the noise. She got even wetter.
Fitz reached back and pulled his chair in and took a seat. He sat and stared at the vision in front of him. Olivia suddenly shy tried to close her legs.
"Don't" he commanded. She paused and she left them open where they were hanging off the desk. Giving him a small peak of her beautiful pussy.
He pulled his chair in and grabbed a leg in each of his big hands. He didn't want to be teased by the sight of her beautiful pussy, those plump lips. He wanted to see it, all of it. He pushed her legs apart. Wide apart. He took his time positioning her just how he wanted her.
"Fitz…" Liv said embarrassment washing over her, she tried to bring her knees together. He stopped her
"Keep them open Liv…"
Fitz stared at her. He thought of all the things he wanted to do to that beautiful pussy. Lick it…fuck it…. eat it…hmm…
Unable to wait any longer he pulled her legs over his broad shoulders and licked up her wet slit. Liv gasped.
He stopped and looked up at her "Keep your eyes on me, watch me if you stop watching me I won't give it to you" he threatened softly.
His ultimatum delivered he went back to work. He licked her up and down slowly, getting drunk on her taste. It had been so long since he had her, so long…
Olivia watched his head moving between her legs, felt his tongue lapping at her and moaned out like a woman dying; and she was. He was trying to kill her. He had lured her out here to kill her with pleasure.
She watched as his head danced around between her thighs, watched as he moved up and then down. He left nothing untouched. He put his tongue everywhere. She felt conflicted; she wanted it to last because it felt so good... but she needed to come now.
She put her hands down on his head and pulled him deeper into her trying to direct him to her clit that he had been teasing. She needed the teasing to stop.
"Fitz …" she begged
"No Liv, that not good enough…I told you on the phone you would beg. Now beg me tell me what you need me to do to finish you off Livvie. Tell me"
Olivia's hips moved. She couldn't say it. It was too embarrassing. She just couldn't…
"Fitz… please" there she had begged, surely that was enough?
"No Livvie…tell me…tell me what do to do finish you off, or you don't get it"
Panic set in, he was serious. She kept looking at him and saw him wet his thumb. He brought it down and circled her clit with it and then bent down to stick his tongue inside her fucking her with it. She was done. All embarrassment fled. All she cared about was getting to the destination.
"Fitz please…suck on my clit, make me come"
He didn't need telling twice. He removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth. A scream tore from her throat. She pulled his head into her and moved against his mouth in a tiny sharp movement. Once, twice and she was done.
Hello orgasm city. It crashed down on her. She moaned and grunted through it. It was huge. A ten point zero on the Richter scale. He kept his mouth on her all through it. Riding it out with her. Feeling her tiny muscles clenching on his tongue, drinking in that sweet come that poured out of her. She tasted so fucking good.
When the frenzy died down, he stood up and pulled her up till she sat upright. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back, bringing her mouth up to him and finally…he kissed her. Melding their mouths together, flooding her mouth with her taste. Sharing it, hoping to impart to her with the passionate kiss how good she tasted to him. She moved into the kiss. Enjoying the carnality of it. Their tongues, their teeth, their lips; all involved in the lusty kiss.
He pulled back from the kiss and reached down to unbuckle his belt; he pushed down his pants and boxers in one move. Olivia watched him. Her eyes trained down as he freed his cock.
mmm…she reached down and clasped him in her tiny fist. He pulsed in her hand and she gave him a little of what he wanted. She moved her hand up around the swollen head and then moved down to grip him; tight. He reached back down and kissed her hard, moaning as she pumped his cock with her soft hands.
He was done waiting. He pulled her hand off him and pushed her legs wide apart. Positioning himself at the entrance of her body. He shunted deep. They both groaned.
He pulled her in to him. He's groin was flush with hers no space in between.
She moaned again and Fitz felt the noise travel all the way down body to settle in his cock. He wanted to move…but he didn't; couldn't, not yet. He was too busy enjoying the tight clasp of her body. Those little tiny muscles inside her grabbing at him, making him feel so good. He hadn't been inside her for so long; he wanted to savor it.
"Fitz…please" Liv begged moving up and down on him. Fuck…
He pulled out and pushed back hard. She cried out again. He started pumping into her. His rhythm ferocious; all the months of longing driving him. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him tightly and he felt them her heels digging into him. He fucking loved it.
He watched her breasts jiggle from the force of his thrusts into her body. His hands reached up and he pulled the cups of her bra down and looked at her beautiful breasts bounce. He grabbed one with each of his hand and played with her nipples as he thrust. She brought her hands up to cup them over his and held him to her. He drove in harder, faster, pushing into her over and over again; chasing completion but at the same time trying to prolong it, to hold out so he didn't have to pull out of her body. He was a mad man, he wanted to stay inside her forever.
A raw moan broke from his throat, he could feel it. He was going to come. He reached down and pinched her clit softly hoping to get her to catch up with him. To come for him again. He wanted to feel her tightening in climax around his cock.
She moaned and thankfully went over the edge, another orgasm claiming her. Thank god…
He couldn't hold off anymore, he leaned into her his hips jerking crazily as he came. He leaned in and buried his face in her neck. Muffling the groans clawing out of his throat as he poured into her welcoming body.
After he got his breath back, he reluctantly pulled out of her body and collapsed against his chair brining her with him to straddle him.
He burrowed his face into her neck
"I missed you so much Liv"
She wrapped him in her arms and kissed his head.
"I missed you to"
The next morning as the staff arrived. It was exactly as he said it would be…her presence erased. It was as if she was never even there…