Finding Olivia not to far down, but definitely on her way out.
"Ms. Pope." He calls, but she countinues down the hall as though sound its self has no meaning to her.
Fitz kicks up speed dashing around her.
"Ms. Pope wait- I" he stops infront of her. His eyes landing on hers again. He takes in a deep breath. 'Fuck, I can hardly breath when I'm around her. Why do I feel like I'm about to suffocate' "I apologize, for firing you-" he begins.
"Why?" she cuts him off.
He can tell she's angry and she has every right to be, so he makes an effort to answer her question correctly "Why do I apologize?"
"Why did you fire me?" she asks
His eyes zoom in a bit deeper, going over the countless reasons in his head 'Because I only met you and your taking up all the room in my brain, because I'm married and I'm already thinking about buying a ring for your wedding finger, because I can't stop staring at you, because I want to touch you, because-"
"I had a job, a paying job in which I took a leave of absence to do a favor for my friend Cyrus"
'Shit, she's moving closer,' he kind of leans back knowing that his erection is growing again.
"Because I am good,"
'You come any closer I'm gonna explode.'
"I am brilliant,"
'Fuck, just give me those lips and I'll make all your dreams come true.'
"I would eat, breath and live Fitzgerald every minute of every day." Her eyes dart to his chest and back to his eyes again. His balls were growing tight and his penis was really stirring. Pointing at her almost like sun flowers follow the sun.
He could take her, he could take her right here in the hall way, make her scream, make her whine, and call out his name. He could do it.
"You would be lucky to have me."
He can see it, he can see himself and her covered in sweat, her lips moving, he just wanted, no he needed to kiss them, to roam her mouth with his tongue.
"Just because you don't like hearing the truth about yourself-" she begins, but he has to stop this, another word and it would be too much to handle.
"I loved hearing what you had to say, I agree with every word very astute,"
Her face hung in confusion. As would any ones.
Fitz blurts out only a fragment of what had been running through his mind since he met her, and even this was inappropriate. "And your right… I would be lucky to have you"
He hoped that his sentence phrasing was glued together well enough to still hide the meaning, but she catches on. He can see it through her eyes, as they soften. Mellie's eyes never soften.
He stands so close to her, they're so close and she's not backing away. They're too close. Both search for words to say, but what is there to say after that.
"Look I-" he steps back, allowing himself to breathe again. Her eyes follow him, still more awkward silence. He stares, she stares. 'Fuck say something.'
"This is why you fired me?" she asks almost as though reading his mind.
"Can we just-"
"Go back in there and work?" she finishes for him, again it's like she is reading his mind.
"Okay" he barely breathes
"Okay" she turns and heads back the other way. He watches her, not sure if he has just made a move, or has taken a step into what will be a wonderful yet adulterous affair. Either way he needed to calm himself down and mind over matter that growing situation below his belt.
