Olivia Pope sat in her office watching the election results. She was too afraid to watch poll results with the rest of the campaign staff. Afraid she might not be able to fake the surprise at the results. Afraid of what Fitz might figure out when their eyes meet across the room. The problem with the iron-clad poker face she had developed over the years was that it required her to distance herself from people, to build emotional walls. It doesn't really work well on people who know her. There are all sorts of kinks in her emotional armor and Fitz is one of the few people that knows her well enough to know that something is up.
She was hiding in her office, drinking her emergency stash of red wine out of a paper coffee cup. Even worse, she'd been intentionally pulling back emotionally and physically with Fitz since his father's funeral. He made her soft and she needed to re-cultivate her poker face to deal with Defiance, with lying about it everyday. She'd nearly run herself into the ground with the campaign, hoping somehow she could beat the statistical odds and that Fitz would win in spite of what they'd done. That he'd carry another unexpected state. But it was impossible and even if she had pulled off such an impossible, it was too late. She'd already agreed to it. The damage was done. So now she was hiding out in her office when in reality, she was missing Fitz. She missed his touch, she missed his arms around her, she missed talking to him, laughing with him. I guess its for the better, Olivia thought, We'd already agreed to end this anyway once he's in the White House so I might as well start dealing now.
Fitz's attention was divided. He wanted to focus on the polls but his eyes kept darting around the 'situation room' of his campaign headquarters looking for Olivia. Where the fuck is she? Fitz thought as he let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Ever since his father passed away Olivia had been keeping her distance. At first he thought she was just trying to give him space, then he thought maybe he had scared her off with all the emotional intensity that surrounded his father's death, including Big Gerry's most recent visit on the campaign trail, which resulted in the embarrassing elevator incident.
Is everything ok honey? Fitz was shaken from his reverie by Mellie's saccharine voice. He turned and saw her cutting her eyes at her in that way she had mastered over the years. Mellie had become even more of a pain since the elevator fiasco and his father's death, thinking that Fitz was on the verge of some kind of nervous breakdown or at the very least another drunken fit and had been on his ass over the past weeks. So, instead of being on the edge of his seat watching the poll results come in, he was on the verge of having a splitting headache and restlessly tapping his foot, a habit that was the result of nervousness, confusion, anxiety, and jitters. Add on top of all that the fact that his body and his heart were literally aching for Olivia
Yes, dear, everything is fine, Fitz responded, gritting his teeth. He really needed to get it together. He didn't hate Mellie, he mostly felt guilty about hurting her and he had been trying to have more patience with her, something Liv had admonished him to do.
You don't look fine, Mellie muttered so that only he could hear, She stroked his forearm as if to comfort him and then tightened her grip and continued, Whatever it is, snap out of it! We're in the home stretch here. I mean, God Fitz, look like you actually care about whether you win or not, ok sweetie.
Mellie relinquished her tight grip and raised her voice, returning back to the fake saccharine tone she always used in public, You must be a nervous mess, can I get you some water or co—
AND THE RESULTS ARE IN! the television commentator blared loudly, drowning out Mellie's voice,
WITH 95% OF PRECINCTS REPORTING, FITZGERALD THOMAS GRANT HAS BEEN ELECTED THE 44TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!
WE WILL BE BACK LIVE IN 10 WITH REACTIONS FROM PRESIDENT ELECT FITZGERALD GRANT AND A CONCESSION SPEACH FROM GOVERNOR SAMUEL RESTON.
OMG! Congratulations Honey, we did it, we did it!, oh god we really did it! Mellie erupted in glee, throwing her arms around his neck. Her shrill voice was joined by exclamations of excitement and happiness from his campaign staff. Fitz was pulled away from Mellie by Cyrus who also hugged him, Congratulations Fitz, I knew you could do it. I'm honored and ready to serve this great nation with you, Cyrus beamed.
Fitz let his emotions wash over him: doubt, fear, vindication, wonder. It felt surreal. It was really happening, miraculously, against the odds of the statisticians and in spite of his father's naysaying. He felt his heart swell with joy and pride and then clench, when he thought about the one person he wanted to share this moment with.
Fitz lumbered around the office waiting for Olivia. When the results were announced, she came out of her office and offered her congratulations to Fitz, Mellie and Cyrus. After FItz finished his victory speech and press interviews, he joined the staff in celebration, drifting through the room, having conversations with various members of his staff, close friends, and family. He kept trying to make his way towards Liv but they were both occupied with other conversations. Champagne flowed, speeches were made and finally at 4am, the party died down. Cyrus disappeared with James. Mellie stayed by his side or close most of the night but finally retired to their suite.
He finally found her in the file room, sorting through some papers, while reading emails on her laptop.
You weren't kidding when you said you'd eat, sleep, and live this campaign. He said, startling her.
Governor Grant, I mean President Elect Grant. You scared me. What are you doing up so late?
C'mon Olivia, No one is here. Your friend Huck sweeps for bugs at least twice a week. Cut the formal crap. What's up? What's going on, Fitz said getting her attention by removing the stack of papers from her hand and closing her laptop.
Nothing is going on Fitz, I'm just— its just, you know, there's a lot to take care of now that you're going to be president, mister. Her demeanor softened a little bit as she playfully poked him on the shoulder. She looked up to meet his eyes and saw all emotion swimming in his blue-gray orbs and she said, Hi.
Hi, Fitz murmured in reply as he circled his arms around her waist.
Congratulations baby, Liv said stroking his neck, I'm so proud of you. I'm so happy for you, you're going to be an incredible 44th President of these United States.
Fitz exhaled contentedly, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He felt like she had been avoiding him for weeks and this sudden change in demeanor came as a happy surpise.
You've been avoiding me. You know all I wanted to do when they made the announcement was to hold you in my arms, celebrate with you Liv? Baby I miss you. What's going on? Fitz asked, dropping his hands from her and taking a step back to study her face.
I'm sorry Fitz. I've just been thinking, that since we've agreed to end our relationship if and when you were elected and moved to the White House, that I should just start protecting my heart now and that's why I've been stepping back, but you know I'm always on your side. Olivia felt slightly guilty at the half truth, not revealing her fears about Defiance.
Baby, I have no intention of letting you go. Honestly I think I just agreed to that early on because it made a certain sense. But I had no idea that depth of feeling I would have for you. There's no way I can just let you go, he said. I can't just walk away from us.
Fitz sat down on the edge of the desk in the file room and reached out his hand, Livvie come here baby.
Olivia hesitated knowing what would come next, what always came next after his voice dropped to that octave, after his pupils dilated in that way. She told herself that she would end the sexual part of their relationship as soon as possible, but she felt too emotionally drained to have that conversation with him. Even more she missed him.
Olivia strode sexily towards Fitz and walked right past his outstretched arm, instead going to door of the filing room and closing it. Fitz's heart literally stopped when he thought she was walking out on him and when we realized she was closing the door so they wouldn't be interrupted, the floodgates holding back all his conflicting and crazy emotions came crashing down.
As Olivia clicked the lock into place on the door, she felt Fitz's presence behind her. He stood close to her, almost pinning her to the door and starting running his hands up and down her upper arms and shoulders, down her back until he was palming her round ass. He gave it a squeeze and a light smack as he leaned over to kiss her neck and pull on her earlobe with his lips, You've been keeping what's mine away from me, he whispered in her ear.
The gravel in Fitz's voice and his warm breath on her ear sent shockwaves of desire straight to Olivia's pussy. She felt a surge of wetness leak out of her and unconsciously began to roll her hips and grind her ass into Fitz's burgeoning erection, So what are you going to do about it huh? Olivia said in response to Fitz's accusation, knowing just how to egg him on.
Fitz responded turning Olivia around roughly and attacking her mouth with his. She responded with equal enthusiasm, grabbing hold of the shorter curls at the back of his head and pushing her tongue into his. They kissed vigorously before they had to come up for air. Fitz stared into Olivia's eyes with unadulterated love and electric lust. It had been too long, he needed her and he was feeling really possessive. He claimed her mouth again as his hands made quick work of her blouse and traveled downwards to unbuckle her expensive tailored pants.
You have been driving me crazy all day in these pants, he breathed sliding down the grey slacks, these pants should not be allowed in a professional setting, they make your ass look too good Livvie. Once said pants were removed, Fitz turned her back towards the door and dropped to his knees to get closer to her delectable ass. As he descended to the floor, he pulled down her black thong which was completely soaked through with her juices. She stepped out of the thong as Fitz admired the view of her wearing nothing else but her back demi-cup bra and her black heels with the infamous red soles.
She gasped as he palmed her ass and moved his mouth over the firm round globes. Mmmmhm, Fitz. She turned around and eyed him, I've been making you crazy huh? she rasped out, So what do you plan to do about it?
I should punish you, Fitz responded, taking a deep whiff of her juicy cunt before getting back off on his feet and loosening the buttons on his dress shirt so he could remove his tie. I know how much you like that. What do you say, Livvie, are you willing to make amends for your transgressions, huh? Avoiding me for weeks and then driving me insane with those tailored silk pants that I know for a fact you can only wear thongs with? Fitz voice got even lower and sexier as he growled out, What do you think, Livvie, is adequate, given what you've done."
"Tha—that's for you to decide." Olivia stammered. That was just what he wanted to hear. She was gifting him control over what was about to happen, a rarity for a control freak like Olivia.
Fitz licked his lips in anticipation as he pulled his tie from around his neck, she smelled amazing and he was anxious to have his hands and mouth all over her. Give me your hands.
Olivia reached out and rubbed her thighs together in nervous anticipation as Fitz used the tie to bind her wrists together. He backed her up against the door and lifted her arms over her head, tying the remaining length of the tie around the overhead pivot hinge on the door. With her heels on, Olivia was tall enough be attached to the hinge without hyperextending her arms.
Fitz studied her vulnerable form. Having her arms lifted had trussed up her breasts, which were rising and falling with her increased breathing, threatening to spill out of her demi-cup lacey bra. Fitz unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let her breasts spill free. He watched her dark brown nipples pebble in the cool air as Olivia started unwittingly rolling her hips in lust.
She had spread her legs to steady herself when Fitz tied her up, so he could see her clit peeking through the neatly manicured patch of hair covering her mound. He also saw a trickle of moisture running down her inner thigh and his dick twitched in arousal.
Shit Livvie, Fitz growled, You are so sexy. How do you feel baby, are you comfortable?
No Fitz! I'm not comfortable. I'm horny as hell and waiting for you to do something about it Daddy. Olivia arched her back impatiently, making her pert breasts jiggle. Fitz chuckled, Good. Now you know how I've felt these past weeks. You're going to keep waiting!
Fitz walked towards Olivia and kissed her mouth again and used his hands to tweak her hard nipples. Mmmm Fitz, yes, Olivia mumbled. Just as the things got heated, he reached beside her and turned down the lights on the dimmer switch and moved away from her. Patience Livvie.
Olivia twitched with lust while Fitz rooted around in the desk near the file cabinets. She couldn't see what he was doing but after a minute, e stalked back towards Olivia with a impish grin on his face and his hands behind his back. He approached and said, Pick a hand, right or left.
Left.
Fitz held out his left hand and Olivia looked down to his hand to see two paper clips; he then presented his right hand which was holding a wooden ruler. Here's how its going to go Livvie: first I'm going to put these paperclips on your hard nipples, then I'm going to spank your sexy ass with this ruler until you beg me to stop. Olivia's eyes widened as Fitz described what was to come. She felt her nipples harden even more at the prospect and a new wave of wetness coat her already soaking pussy.
Fitz swirled his tongue around each nipple, kissing sucking and biting before he wriggled the widest looped end of the paper clip around each of the peaks. Olivia hissed at the slight pain of the sensation and then closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as the pain transformed into pleasure that all seemed to be building up in her nether regions. Her untouched clit was engorged and begging to be teased and her pussy was so wet that a stream of liquid had run all the way down her leg to her ankle. Once the paper clips were in place, Fitz turned her around, the slack in the tie being enough to allow her to do this easily, and helped her wrap her fingers around the long arm of the pivot hinge so that she could steady herself. He lingered behind her and began to kiss and suck her earlobe, her neck, making his way down her back. He resumed his earlier position on his knees and ran his tongue along the planes of her ass, biting and sucking as he saw fit.
Shit Fitz, that feels so good. You feel so fucking good. Olivia breathed out as she arched back towards his wandering mouth. As we worshipped her ass, he trailed his fingertips up and down her thighs, making her whole body shudder. He settled his hands on each of her cheeks, spreading her delicious ass to reveal her sopping slit and her puckered ass hole. Olivia gasped as she felt the cool air of the room against her hot sex.
Fitz dove in head first into her pussy, taking one long lick from her clit, spreading her copious juices along her slit to her flower. He let his tongue caress the opening, reveling in the desperate noises she was making, before stopping abruptly and rising to his feet.
Fitz picked up the ruler, and before Olivia, still lost in the amazing sensations he was giving her and the pleasure/pain radiating from her clamped nipples, had time to realize what was happening, firmly swatted one cheek with the wooden instrument.
Ahh! Olivia exclaimed, in shock more than pain, from Fitz's ministrations.
THWWACK. The ruler swiped through the air again landing on Liv's other cheek causing her to grunt. Fitz continued to spank Olivia, his dick literally throbbing in his pants at the sight of her reddening cheeks, her noises, and the sound of the ruler making contact with her perfect ass.
Olivia was on sensory overload. Fitz had spanked her before but being tied up and vulnerable upped the arousal factor for her. Plus her conflicted feelings from earlier in the evening, mixed with her current state of deep arousal was making every touch and every stroke that much more visceral. Please Fitz! Olivia huffed out, I want you. I just want you to fuck me please!
That's what you want huh, Fitz said trying to sound nonchalant even though he was close to cumming on himself. Tell me. Tell me how you want me to fuck you baby.
Fuck Fitz, just jam your fat dick into my pussy and pound it Daddy! She couldn't take anymore. He was trying to draw things out as payback but she knew he was just as ready as she was for him to be inside of her. Come on Fitz, its been weeks, she panted, don't you want to feel my wet pussy around your hard dick?
Olivia's words cracked the last vestiges of his restraint and he quickly untied her hands and turned her around, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Their kisses were were hungry and desperate and a simulation of what they had been building up to all night. Olivia instantly wrapped her legs around Fitz's waist to get some much needed friction on her clit. She rolled her hips and thrashed her naked pelvis against his clothed one enjoying the feeling of his poly fiber pants dragging against her swollen clit. Shit Livvie! Fitz grunted as she stimulated his aching dick through his pants. He reached his head down and used his tongue to flick off the paper clips that were clamping her pretty dark brown nipples. Olivia bit her lip to keep from crying out, almost drawing blood at the overwhelming sensation.
Olivia's eyes rolled back as she continued to hump Fitz with reckless abandon, now overcome with the need to release all the tension in her body. She clawed his back through his dress shirt and sucked his mouth dry. Fitz wedged his arm between them and shoved one finger, then two, into her wet and waiting pussy. She screamed into his mouth as he finger fucked her, tapping her g-spot with practiced precision. Olivia continued to passionately rut up against Fitz until her orgasm overtook her. She froze in place, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming too loudly and drawing the attention of the secret service agents waiting in the common area of the campaign office. Fitz continued to stroke Olivia through her climax as he felt the onslaught of her juices saturate the front of his pants.
Once Liv came down from her high, Fitz sat her gingerly on the nearby desk while he undid his pants, pausing to look at the evidence of her pleasure she left on the front of his pants. For Fitz, watching Olivia cum was like witnessing a miracle, especially when she squirted. He shuddered as he flashed back to their previous rounds of lovemaking, remembering how it felt to have her thick juices rain down on his face and her sharp sweet taste on his tongue.
Fitz pulled out his painfully hard dick and began to stroke it to relieve some the tension. Once Liv was able to focus again, she licked her lips at the sight of Fitz's erection. The head of his penis was dripping with precum. She reached out her hand to cup his dick and ran her index finger across the opening at the head, eliciting a deep moan from Fitz. She used her other hands to stroke his face and making eye contact with Fitz said, I want you inside me Fitz.
God baby I want to be inside you too, Fitz breathed out, his eyes swimming with emotion. Livvie, please don't shut down on me again. Please don't shut me out. I'm so much better, more together, happier, saner with you around. I need you to tell me whats going on inside this head of yours, Fitz implored, running his fingers through Olivia's hair.
Olivia responded by taking Fitz's bottom lip into her mouth and pulling him closer to her into an embrace. She wanted to tell him about Defiance so bad, but it would ruin him. He was so tender right now and this could break him. So instead of having to tell him half-truths with words, she communicated with her body how she felt, how much she cared about embrace grew heated as Olivia began to divest Fitz of his shirt, while Fitz pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles
Olivia slid forward on the table and guided Fitz dick into her opening. Fitz let out a thick breath as he finally felt Olivia's warm and wet pussy around his dick. Fuck Liv, you're so tight. It had been weeks since they were together and her pussy felt like a vice. He knew he wouldn't last long. He began to move inside of her slowly at first and then building up momentum until he was pounding her pussy like she wanted.
Mmmmhm Fitz, yes, just like that baby. Hit it just like that, she said breathlessly. She opened her legs as wide as she could manage to get him in deeper and he felt his balls slapping against her hot sex. He increased the speed of his thrusts, the voluminous liquid of her arousal coating his dick and upper thighs allowing him to seamlessly move inside her. Fitz timed his thrusts with sucking on her sensitized nipples and began to feel her flutter around his dick. She was close.
He adjusted them so her back was flush with the desk and her legs were against his chest. The both groaned in pleasure as Fitz was able to go in deeper at the new angle. Fitz used one hand to support Liv's back and the other to tease her other opening as he continued to slam into her pussy. Uhh, mmmhm yes Fitz, more! she whined when she felt him tease her puckered opening, remembering the powerful orgasm she had the first time he played with her flower.
Fitz used the abundant juices dripping from her pussy to coat his fingers and inserted his middle finger, one knuckle deep into her puckered hole. Fitz's dick twitched when he felt her tightest hole undulate around his finger. He added a second lubricated finger and rotated them timing the move with his wild thrusts into her pussy.
Fitz, she moaned at the incredible frequencies of pleasure he was sending throughout her body. Fitz claimed her mouth again as Olivia's orgasm started to crest and her vaginal muscles began to milk his dick. He could also feel her other muscles clenching around his finger. He was just about to surrender to his own release when he realized that he forgot to put on a condom. Oh fuck, he moaned, pulling his dick out just as he was about to cum. Liv jacked him off through his climax and watched his face contort with pleasure as he spilled his load all over her stomach and breasts.
As they both came back to earth they could hear the quiet of the room, the low hum of the air conditioner and the overhead lights as a well as their own ragged breathing. When they both regained their wits, Fitz drew Olivia toward him, giving her a slow and lingering kiss.
I love you.
