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ten·sion
noun

the state of being stretched tight.
synonyms:tightness, tautness, rigidity

mental or emotional strain.
synonyms: strain, stress, pressure

"I'm so sorry," Olivia said, rushing into the lobby of the spa, "my meeting ran really late. I'm Olivia Pope. I have a 7pm appointment." Fitz walked around from behind the counter and replied with a smile, "No problem. I'm Fitzgerald Grant, one of Cecilia's employees. I know she keeps the spa open late for your appointments every other week, but tonight she had an emergency with her daughter, so I'll be taking care of you."

Olivia narrowed her eyes, giving him a once-over. She hadn't seen him here before, but her biweekly massages had become a routine and she hated to go without this week. She liked that he was well-built, strong, and knew that his hands would give her aching body the relief she was looking for. Her gaze flitted from his blue-grey eyes, down to broad shoulders, down a t-shirt that showed off his well-defined abs, and she felt a different kind of tension begin to brew.

"I don't want to keep you, I can always reschedule," she replied. "Nonsense," he said. "It's just us here and I didn't have plans anyway. I'm all yours."

Fitz took in the woman before him and assumed she was flustered from being late. He wanted to put her at ease - coming to a spa was supposed to be relaxing for people. Taking her in from the top of her curls to the bottom of her spiked heels, she seemed capable and so professional - he wondered what it would sound like if she moaned under his touch. Fitz realized he needed to cut the sexual tension, and quickly. "Follow me," he said.

Olivia followed Fitz to a darkened room lit with candles and low lighting. She was trying to concentrate on the back of his head instead of his ass, and all she could think about was her fingers clenching those curls as he feasted on her.

"Anything special you want to concentrate on today? Cecilia mentioned you kill your feet and back with high heels and she would specifically work on those areas," said Fitz with a smile.

His comment snapped her back to reality and she let out a laugh that was much louder than his comment called for, just happy to have some sort of release, "It's true," Olivia replied. "They're an indulgence, my one vice. Well, them and really great massages."

Fitz gave instructions to remove her clothing, leaving on anything she felt necessary to be comfortable. She slipped under the cool sheet, face-down, onto the heated bed. After a few moments, Fitz knocked and entered the room.

"Are you all set? How would you like me to do it?" he asked. "Hard, light?"

"Hard," she replied. "I like a lot of pressure." His gaze flicked over her covered form, taking in her round bottom, the dip at her waist, and neck that begged to be bitten and replied, "I aim to please."

It had been a while since he'd given a massage - he mostly did more office work. As he warmed the oil and moved around the room, it occurred to him that although he had massaged attractive women, none had quite the appeal of the beauty laying before him. "Breathe, Fitz, breathe," he chanted to himself and his cock. "She's a client."

He pulled down the sheet, exposing her back to him. "Beautiful," he thought. He poured the oil into his hands, rubbed them together to create warmth, and laid his hands on her back.

At first contact, a moan escaped her lips. Embarrassed, she tried to cover it by clearing her throat. But as his hands moved from her neck down her back, and below her waist, she couldn't help imagine how it would feel to have his hands move even lower, to the part of her that really ached.

"This okay?" he asked, his voice a deep baritone and his hands gliding over her taut muscles, kneading, pulling, stretching her. "Mhm hm," she said. As he moved over and around her, she was surrounded by him, his scent. She was so aware of him, every movement he made, every place he touched her. It had been a while since she'd been with a man, and this one was making her tense in all the wrong, well right, places. "Breathe, Olivia, breathe," she told herself.

Though the magic of his hands, the warmth of the bed, and the soothing music were meant to calm and relax, they did anything but to Olivia. Minutes ticked by, she could feel herself growing wet from the mere touch of this man.

Fitz finished her back, recovered her form, and asked her to turn over. He moved into her left leg out from under the sheet. She wasn't wearing any panties, and as he moved to tuck the sheet between her thighs for modesty, his fingers brushed wetness. A small gasp and moan from her let him know she felt it. He looked up to see her eyes were open, watching him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to -"

"Stop," Olivia said, as her eyes moved from meeting his to roam down his body and see his cock, rock-hard since the moment he touched her. "You can touch me, again, if you want," the backs of her fingers whispering over the bulge in his pants.

Fitz looked at her, at this gorgeous creature lying on the bed before him, and all professional thoughts went out the window. He slowly pulled the sheet off of her, revealing dark pert nipples, and the wetness between her thighs glistening in the low light. She watched him as he unconsciously licked his lips as the rest of her body was revealed to him.

She spread her legs a bit further apart, and his gaze went right to the place that was throbbing for him, her hips bucking slightly. His palm grazed over her, as he looked back at her. Olivia had her eyes closed and slight smile on her face. As he applied more pressure, her breathing became more erratic, slight moans coming from her lips.

Fitz took her lower lips between his fingers, massaging each without ever touching her where she wanted him to most. As he massaged, the tension in her body grew. She wanted him to make her come, to make her forget all her worries, her work, her crazy family...all of it.

Moving from her outer lips to the inner, Fitz kept massaging, finally rubbing his thumb from just inside her opening to her clit. She bucked at the contact, Fitz moving one wet hand around her thigh to press down on her pelvis, locking her in place.

"I'm going to taste you," he said, spreading her thighs even wider as he lowered his head between them. Licking her from the bottom to the top of her clit, her hips began to move again on their own, as he pushed his tongue inside her while his thumb rubbed small circles on her clit.

"I want...I want...argh...I need…" she stuttered. "Tell me what you want, Olivia," Fitz said as he took her bud between his teeth. "You," she sobbed, hips thrashing, "I want you inside me. Make me come."

As Fitz stood up and began to remove his clothing, Olivia opened her eyes. She turned on the table, resuming her original position on her stomach, legs closed, ass in the air.

Fitz chuckled, "You want me to take you from behind? Naughty girl," he said. As he slid into her, his smile stopped, replaced by a low moan. "Fuck," he said. "You're so tight."

He began to move, watching his cock disappear into her. He picked up the pace, going harder, deeper, as Olivia began to buck up against him resulting in his cock hitting her spot. He leaned over her, one hand intertwining with hers and the other grabbing her neck to face him for a searing kiss. Tongues dancing, mouths open, a sloppy kiss that mimicked their joining below.

Her muscles began to clench around him, and as he grabbed her hips and disappeared all the way into her, "Come for me, Olivia," he growled. And she did, releasing all the tension that started the minute she laid eyes on him. He finished closely behind her, spilling his seed into her. He laid down, placing gentle kisses on her back, leaving a bite mark on her neck.

He gave her some time to compose herself, leaving a warm washcloth on the counter. As she opened the door, she gave him a small smile. "I've never - " he began, as she put a hand on his arm to stop him. "It was just what I needed," she said as she pulled her wallet from her handbag as they walked to the lobby. "Do you charge the same as Cecilia?"

He looked at her, stunned at the detached transaction she was trying to make, and said "No, there won't be a charge. This one's on the house."

She looked perplexed for a minute, and unwilling to say goodbye as they moved to the front door, she said, "if you aren't going to charge me, that means I'm not a client, right? So if we wanted to do this again…?"

He smiled, as he locked the door to the spa behind them, his blue-grey eyes glittering, "I'll have to take you on a date first. But I'm warning you I don't sleep with women on the first date."

"Then it's a good thing it won't be our first date," she laughed as they rounded the corner and came upon two men in suits. "Good evening Mr. President, Mrs. Grant," Hal said. "Hi Hal," said Olivia with a smile as she laced her fingers with her husband's.

Fitz tossed the keys to second man, saying "Tom, please thank your sister for us...it was nice to be able to escape and relax. She has a gorgeous spa," as he lead Olivia by the hand out the door and into the limo waiting to take them home.