A/N: Hope you enjoy. Trying to stay in keeping with the playful but insatiable Olitz I began with in the first two chapters. This story is so much fun to write. Please leave your reviews and let me know if it's as much fun to read. Happy Reading! XOXO
Olivia rushed around the apartment, slipping on her shoes, putting on her earrings, and searching for her cell phone. Edison sat on the couch watching her move, "What time will you be home?" he asked.
Without slowing and not turning to face him she replied, "I really don't know. It's probably better if you just stay at your place tonight. I'll see you tomorrow, lunch right?" She tried to hide the irritation in her voice, not succeeding entirely.
"Liv, it's been weeks, I'm beginning to lose count of just how many" Edison maintained, making reference to their lack of intimacy.
She picked up her purse from the counter. Three weeks, she thought, it's been 22 days. She knew because that was how long it had been since Fitz's birthday gala, since she gave in to her overwhelming desire for him, since she fell back into the patterns they had maintained long ago. Some things had changed, he let her pursue him a little more often now and they had both agreed they would talk to one another rather than running or drowning their worries in alcohol. But much more hadn't changed, they still burned for one another with a passion neither had before experienced and they still took unwise risks to be together. Like tonight, telling Edison that she had work to catch up on when her plans didn't begin to include going to the office. She smiled faintly, wondering where Fitz had told Mellie he was going. Shaking her head and pulling her wool coat closely around her, Olivia checked for her cell phone and wallet while holding the door open.
"I'll call you tomorrow" she gave Edison a polite smile and looked between him and the hallway.
"Well, I know when I'm being dismissed by the great Olivia Pope" he rose, shaking his head, and walked through the doorway turning to face her when he reached the hall, "Don't work too hard. I'm looking forward to lunch tomorrow." He leaned in to kiss her lips but she turned her cheek at the last moment. He shook his head again, this time chuckling. She watched him step into the elevator and it descend as she reached for her burner phone and tucked it safely into her purse.
X-X
"Hal" Mellie called after the agent.
He stopped and turned, smiling, "Madam First Lady"
"Oh, you don't have to be so formal, call me Mellie" she brushed invisible lint from his jacket, "Do you know where my husband is going?"
"No, ma'am," he had his suspicions but he had managed to avoid the President's detail for his evening out.
"I'd really be forever in your debt if you could find out" she cooed, her hand rested on his chest, distracting him.
"I'll see….what…..what I can find out" he stammered, red-faced. He couldn't believe she was touching him and not moving her hand, "Mellie"
The First Lady smiled brightly, patted Hal's chest, and turned on her heel to leave. Hal watched her walk until she disappeared into an open doorway down the hall.
X-X
Fitz walked into the empty Georgetown bistro surrounded by his secret service detail. His palms felt clammy as he surveyed the table to be sure everything was as he had requested. The bottle of wine he'd ordered had arrived and was waiting, candles were lit and the lights in the restaurant dimmed. The scene was perfect. The only thing missing was his date.
Olivia climbed from the car and strode purposely into the restaurant. She was surprised Fitz wanted to meet at a restaurant and shared her reservations with him when he had suggested it, but when he insisted they wouldn't be seen, she relented.
His heart skipped a beat when she came through the door. Loose curls fell over her shoulders and she wore the same grey pants she had on the night he had stolen her away from a campaign fundraiser. He remembered thinking that night how perfect those pants fit her and that belief was confirmed when his eyes traveled down her petite form from her plump burgundy stained lips to her perfect Jimmy Choo clad feet.
"Hi" he spoke first. With a genuine smile he helped her out of her coat and pulled out her chair.
"I'm surprised you wanted to meet in such a public place" she made it clear that he was speaking to Olivia not Livvie.
Undeterred, he took a step closer, "I said hi, Olivia" his strong hands gripped her biceps and his face was mere inches from hers.
She swallowed several times, trying to ignore his proximity, before she responded, "Hi"
"Relax Livvie" he was so close to her ear she could feel the heat from his lips, "no one is going to see us."
The heady feeling of having him that close was almost overwhelming. In that moment she was glad he was holding her arms so she didn't fall. The room seemed to whirl slightly and she forced herself to focus on anything but the man now pressed impossibly close to her.
"What is all this?" he heard her voice relax and felt her ease in his arms.
"Do you remember saying that you wish we could go on a date?" the smile that crossed his lips was a mix of charm and satisfaction as he motioned for her to take her seat.
"So this is you taking me on a date?" it was her turn to look self-assured. The setting was perfect. He had managed to find a restaurant that would seem intimate even when emptied to accommodate their dinner and the lighting made it possible to almost ignore his four person secret service detail.
"Not just any date, our first date" he beamed, "these are for you" he handed her a bouquet of roses, hydrangea, dahlia, and ranunculus in pale pinks and purples. It was a simple gesture, one that Edison had probably offered a hundred times over since they'd met in law school, but from Fitz flowers held a wholly different significance. A wave of regret hit her as she smelled the sweet aroma of the flowers. She thought back to the argument they had when he suggested they go out in public.
"I can't believe you went to all this trouble" she slid her hand over his on the table, "I'm sorry."
Fitz smiled tenderly bringing her hand to his lips, "Sorry for what?" he laughed gently.
"You planned this whole amazing date and I tried to talk you out of it" she frowned.
"I talked you into it and we're here now" his lips moved to the inside of her wrist, "Let's enjoy ourselves."
The waiter approached and opened the bottle of wine that sat on the table, waiting for Fitz to sample it then, when he nodded his approval, poured each of them a full glass. Olivia took a small sip allowing the liquid to tempt every inch of her palate. It was delicious, one of the finest wines she had tasted. When the waiter replaced the bottle on the table Olivia caught a glimpse of the label, 2009 Chateau Latour. Her eyes misted and her fingers caressed his hand.
X-X
Tom stood next to Dean, a newer agent, just out of earshot from Fitz and Olivia. He was in the midst of explaining their strategies for securing different types of public venues when he noticed the other agent staring.
"If you're going to cover Redwood you're going to have to learn to tune out a lot" Tom gestured toward the President and Olivia, "But if you prove trustworthy he'll certainly take good care of you."
Dean nodded, still glancing at the couple sitting intimately together at the small table.
"These two are something else together" Tom maintained his dispassionate expression, "They know all the right things to get to one another. As hard as they try they can't stay away."
The other agent grinned, "They're two good looking people, I'm sure you've gotten quite an earful."
Though Tom had, indeed, had innumerable experiences with exactly what happened when Olivia and Fitz were together, he didn't generally divulge information, unless he was working with Hal. He saw it as his duty to make Hal as uncomfortable as possible. Tom enjoyed working with him but couldn't agree with his allegiance to the First Lady as opposed to the President. Their first concern was Fitz's well-being and Tom saw the facilitation of uninterrupted time with Ms. Pope to be another aspect of assuring Fitz's welfare.
"The President doesn't miss a detail" Tom almost sounded proud, "Just watch…"
X-X
"How did you get this?" she whispered, running her fingers over the label of the wine bottle.
Fitz noticed her eyes were moist and though his intention wasn't to make her cry, the tears were proof that she remembered.
"I had it flown in"
"From..."
"Yes, Livvie, from France" he leaned in to kiss her cheek, "It was one of your favorites."
"You remembered" the recollection of their night spent tucked away in his hotel suite in Colorado, sipping wine in front of a raging fire. It was the night she first allowed herself to think about what life would be like if she had a real future with Fitzgerald Grant. Mellie had traveled ahead of them to campaign and they had a rare evening off. That night was the first time they had hours of uninterrupted time to spend touching, tasting, and sampling one another. Fitz had ordered the best wine the hotel had to offer and was pleased when Olivia had enjoyed it so much.
Fitz took a sip of his wine, "I could never forget that night".
The waiter brought their meal and they settled into comfortable conversation, leaning close to trade occasional kisses and feeding one another. Fitz lifted his fork towards Olivia's lips relishing the sight of her savoring the food. He tried to focus on their meal but his attention continued to be drawn to the curve of her neck and the smell of her perfume. His need for her was unnerving. No matter how frequently they saw one another he always wanted more of her.
"What else do you have planned for our date?" she inquired as her fingers roamed through the curls at the back of his head.
He turned fully to her and took her face in his hands, "Dessert…more wine…and if things go well…"
She allowed a lilting laugh to escape her lips, "What makes you think that I'm going to go to bed with you on our first date?"
Fitz loved when she allowed the rest of the world to disappear and just be with him. His thumbs stroked her cheeks and he kissed her lips, "We can just talk if you'd prefer. What do you want to do Ms. Pope?"
Her eyes had nearly fallen closed at the sensation of his fingers caressing her face, "I want to get out of here" she murmured.
X-X
"Redwood is on the move" Tom spoke into the microphone hidden in his shirt sleeve, "Forward team securing street. First detail with Redwood and Mermaid."
Dean and Tom walked several paces behind Fitz and Olivia, watching both the couple and their surroundings. Tom nudged Dean to draw his attention to Olivia and Fitz, "I told you….the man has game."
Dean watched as Fitz glided his hand around Olivia's waist and whispered something in her ear. She blushed and leaned into him slightly. Even to the newest member of the President's detail it was evident that the two shared a deep connection.
X-X
"Ride with me" he led her toward his waiting car.
"That would be one of the worst things we could do" she reached for his hand to remove it from around her, "unless you want your wife to know we're back together."
"What kind of date would it be if we ride separately?" his boyish grin softened her defenses slightly, "Come on Livvie…." His lips touched her neck just in the spot where he knew she liked to be kissed most.
"Fitz….stop" she pulled away, "We are on the street and you know we shouldn't arrive anywhere together."
"Fine" he sulked, "Let me send Tom with you. He can tell your driver where to go."
Olivia began to protest but the look in his eyes told her she shouldn't bother. Instead she reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze then turned to walk to her car. When she tried to release his hand he gripped tighter, pulling her body back flush against his. The smell of his cologne and the heat from his body caused her entire body to burn. She looked into his eyes questioningly for a moment before he bent to give her another hasty kiss on her lips then he moved to talk to Tom leaving her breathless and slightly dazed. Tom nodded several times as Fitz spoke then joined Olivia at her car.
"Ms. Pope" he smiled. She realized she rarely saw Tom betray any emotion. It was nice to see him smile. He seemed to be one of the few people who supported their relationship and she genuinely liked him.
"Tom" she gave him a small grin as they climbed into the backseat of the car. Tom leaned forward to give instructions to the driver then settled into his seat.
"Where are we going?" Olivia asked the question knowing it was unlikely she would get an answer.
"I'm not at liberty to say, Ma'am"
Olivia smirked, "You really do keep all of his secrets don't you?" He didn't respond but gave a slight nod and a knowing grin.
X-X
The car glided to a halt and the driver rushed around to open Olivia's door. Tom was waiting as she stepped from the car.
"The President asked that I bring you directly to his suite. We'll take the side entrance if that is okay with you, Ms. Pope."
"Of course" she had to take twice as many steps to keep up with the much taller Secret Service agent. They entered the building through a nondescript door and took a back set of elevators to the top floor. As was protocol, the entire floor was vacant save the Presidential Suite Fitz would occupy. Tom stepped aside when they reached the door and allowed Olivia to knock. There were rushed footsteps then she was met by his piercing blue eyes.
"Hi" he gave her that devastating smile.
"Hi" she returned, allowing herself to get lost in the twin blue orbs. He stood aside and she moved past him hearing him engage the deadbolt after the door closed. She turned to face him, "So what do we do on this date?" This was supposed to be a first date but it was truly their fiftieth or hundredth. They had skipped dating altogether, skipped courting, gone instead to love and deep, body shattering passion.
"I've got things under control" he stepped into her pulling her hips against him. He sampled the skin from just below her ear to the slant of her shoulder then took her hand and led her to the sitting room of the suite.
The hotel was perfect. Quaint, romantic, a fireplace in every room, and a library off the lobby. There was a bookcase in the sitting area filled with books on history, politics, and Washington, DC. A biography about Jefferson and another of Lincoln sat amongst the works. A volume on the architecture of Monticello and a book on the founding of the University of Virginia sat on another shelf.
"This place is gorgeous. What made you choose it?" she settled herself on the couch in front of the roaring fire.
"I guess you didn't notice the name" he took a seat next to her grinning as he moved to whisper in her ear, "Ms. Pope you are in the Presidential Suite…..at The Jefferson."
Olivia couldn't contain the burst of laughter that escaped, "Mr. President…"
"But really I thought the books were cool…And the fireplace in the room. They have great wine. I wanted everything to be perfect for you Livvie" he kissed her lips briefly, "I was hoping to convince you to be exclusive..."
"Exclusive?" she took the glass of wine he offered.
"I don't want you to see Davis anymore" the earnestness in his face gave her pause, "You probably don't think it's fair for me to ask you but…"
A mix of anger and sadness swept over her, the impossibility of their situation. She thought of everything they had been through since the day they met on the campaign trail. There was something between them from that first day but it had grown into something so much stronger, so much deeper since then.
"It's not fair. How can you ask me that when…" then she noticed. Pale and deep, where there used to be a gold band….nothing, "Where is your ring?" she whispered.
"As I was saying, you probably don't think it's fair for me to ask you to leave Davis but I need you to believe what I said to you weeks ago. I'm yours, I belong to you."
"So I'm supposed to forget that you're married because you took off your ring?"
"You don't understand Livvie," he couldn't keep the grin from his face; "I am going to ask Mellie for a divorce." He paused while the news set in.
The words hit her like a sledgehammer, echoing in her head and snaking their way through her veins. She looked at the maroon liquid in her glass, watching it swirl as her hands trembled. Tears stung her eyes, the realization that the future she envisioned was now possible. She considered what she wanted to say then, placing her glass on the table next to the couch, she slipped onto his lap her lips crashing against his.
X-X
"Do you have some sort of system worked out?" Dean asked, "I mean, how do you know if you need to go in there?"
"We tend to get nervous if it's too quiet" Tom responded, "The President and Ms. Pope are fairly, shall we say, vocal."
"How often do the President and Ms. Pope get together?" Dean wondered.
"Quite often when they're together" Tom smirked at a memory, "Less frequently when they're broken up."
Dean tried to think of questions about protocol or evacuation routes or protection strategies but he couldn't help but wonder what was happening on the other side of the door. When he had told some of the more senior agents that he had finally earned his dream job of protecting the President they laughed, sharing knowing glances before regaling him with tales of the President's meetings with Olivia Pope. Nearly any agent that had ever been on Fitz's detail would share stories of the steamy encounters between the President and his mistress, but not Tom. All of the agents knew that Tom was fiercely loyal to Fitz and had grown to be a trusted confidant as well as his favorite agent. Dean turned his eyes to Tom having thought of an appropriate question but a scream broke him from his thoughts.
X-X
"Livvie" he laughed against her lips, "Wait, we should really talk about this…"
Olivia pulled back briefly and allowed herself to look into Fitz's eyes, "You don't really want to talk do you?"
"This is only our first date" Fitz tried to sound stern; "Shouldn't we take things slowly? What kind of a man do you think I am?"
Olivia wasn't going to let Fitz win at their game, "Well I should be getting home then" she rose from the couch, "Thank you for a wonderful first date Mr. Grant."
"Oh no, no, no" Fitz caught her by the waist and pulled her back into his lap causing a squeal from Olivia, "There are two things you got wrong Ms. Pope."
Fitz moved them to the floor in front of the fireplace sampling her lips and the curve of her neck, "One" he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, "this date is not over and two" his tongue blazed a trail to the peak of her sternum, "You will address me as Mr. President." His head moved lower, following the buttons his fingers adeptly unfastened, scorching the skin beneath. He tasted the curve of her breast, eliciting a small moan, then the flat plane of her stomach, coaxing his name from her lips. He unfastened her pants as his mouth sampled her skin, sliding them easily down her silky thighs and tossing them across the room.
The feeling of her hands loosening his tie and opening his shirt threatened to break his concentration. Her hands sent electricity shooting through his entire being. He paused to help her remove his shirt then watched as she licked her lips and unbuttoned his pants. His cock twitched at the memory of her on her knees in front of him several weeks before. He ached for her, to have her warm skin pressed up against him. When her hands touched the waistband of his boxers he growled, "Olivia"
The sound of her name leaving his lips, in that tone, and the passion in his gaze, caused wetness to pool between her thighs. He moved over her, gripping her shoulders before bringing his cock to the entrance of her heat, "Do you remember the first time Livvie?" he asked before pushing fully into her, pausing to appreciate the snug fit.
She bit her lip and nodded. The sensation of his hard, throbbing cock stretching her walls was mind numbing. Her hands gripped his biceps, her hold tightening as he started to stroke slowly in and out of her.
"How is that?" the look on her face gave him his answer but he loved to hear the words.
"You feel amazing" she managed to choke out, "Fitz…."
"Say it Livvie" his lips caressed her neck before his teeth nibbled her flesh, "I love how wet you are for me."
He picked up the pace of his strokes, faster, deeper, harder until they were breathless and words became sounds, the two became one, and they neared their climax together.
"Don't stop Fitz" her voice grew louder, "Please Fitz" she became louder still. He kissed her deeply, tasting her tongue with his, in an attempt to quiet her. One hand moved to lift her ass while the other met her small bundle of nerves. He knew just how to touch her, playing her body like a well-tuned violin. In all the years she had known Edison he could never make her body do the things Fitz could. As his fingers teased at her clit she felt the familiar warmth of her orgasm twisting through her body. She wanted him, needed him like she never imagined she could need another person. He was her lifeline, her savior, and, in this moment, her tormenter. His lips left hers just as her orgasm neared its peak. He wanted to see her, to hear her, to feel her. He looped his arm under her thigh, then two, three strokes and, "Oh, Mr. President" her voice so loud he swore the walls shuddered before his hot seed filled her.
X-X
"Jesus, the guys weren't kidding" Dean lamented, "People in the lobby can probably hear them."
"Believe me, they're just getting started" Tom glanced from Dean to the door and back again, "Like I said in the restaurant, the man has game."
X-X
Olivia traced a meandering trail over the firm peaks of his abs and pecs leaving tiny kisses along the edge of his jaw. He stared at the ceiling basking in their shared happiness.
"What changed your mind?" she wondered aloud, "Why do you want to leave Mellie now?"
"I don't like thinking of you with Davis" he knew he needed to be honest, "and I realized that the only way to guarantee that I'll be the only man ever to touch you again is to make you mine and the only way you can truly be mine is for me to get a divorce. It's not going to be quick but it's a start."
"I love you, Fitz"
"Wanna show me how much?" he gave her a crooked grin.
"What did you have in mind?" she challenged.
"Come to the bedroom and I'll show you" he pulled her to her feet and moved them in the direction of the bedroom, stopping midway there to lift her from her feet and pin her against the wall. He slid into her again; a moan of pleasure mixed with pain fell from her lips. She would never fully grow accustomed to his incredible size. The mere thought of his pulsing cock ruined her for any other man. Even after Fitz had let her go and she tried to make things work with Edison she couldn't chase memories of Fitz from her mind. Edison was so clumsy in comparison, lacking in both size and skill. But Fitz, Fitz was an amazing lover due not only to his extraordinary size but his remarkable ability to use his attributes.
Fitz braced himself on the wall as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Images of making love to Olivia every day for the rest of his life rose to his consciousness and he surged harder and deeper into her. Again the ability to speak escaped them, hands roaming one another and tongues teasing favorite points. Her nails ran down his back causing him to tense momentarily as his pleasure mingled with the pain. His teeth met the skin just above her breast triggering a loud groan.
"Cum for me Olivia" he muttered through gritted teeth and she complied, falling limp against his chest. He carried her to the four-poster bed, pulling back the covers and tossing her against the pillows. Their breath regulated and she stared at his still erect cock.
"Mr. President I think it's my patriotic duty to take care of this for you" she smirked wrapping her dainty hand around his shaft.
"I have something for you first" he produced a small black box from the nightstand.
"Fitz…" she breathed, her mind racing at what could be in the box. She slowly opened the lid and gasped at the exquisite platinum and diamond band inside, "it's beautiful. I don't know what to say."
"I guess you could say it's a promise ring of sorts" he looked pleased with himself, "a promise that only I get to touch this sexy ass" he pinched her bottom, "and that you're going to be my first lady."
She slid the ring onto her middle finger, "Will I still have to call you Mr. President?" she straddled his hips.
"Oh, you bet" he rolled her to her back and moved between her thighs, "Now let me show you why they call me the most powerful man in the world."