Fitz was sitting at his desk when he heard the sound of Olivia's heels storming down the hallway.

"Is he in there? Is he alone?" she asked.

He was preparing to stand up when the door came flying open. He could tell she was pissed off at him for forcing her to show up but he needed to see her and he knew she wouldn't come willingly. She was so sexy when she was mad. He purposely got her all riled up for later; nothing beat angry sex.

"Why don't you have a seat?"

"What do you want?"

"Sit down."

"No!"

"Sit down Olivia!" Fitz yelled.

"I am busy. I have a job. I have people who count on me. I don't have time to come running down to the White House at your beck and call like you're the only one who is important. Sitting down is not happening so WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?!"

"You…"

"GOOD-BYE Mr. President!"

"Oh come on."

"You do not summon me!"

"You do not walk away from me!"

Fitz was starting to get irritated with Olivia. He wished she'd stop playing games and realize that he wanted, needed, and loved her. There would never be anyone else for him. She was it. She dropped her purse and snatched off her gloves before pointing towards the window so they wouldn't put on a show for the cameras. She was pretty sure everyone had his or her ear pressed to the door as it was.

"I'm done. I told you I was done. We're over," she said shakily, moving her hands for emphasis.

"We're not over, we're not ever going to be over. I am NEVER going to be over you," he said confidently. He moved closer to her as he spoke.

"Your wife is at Blairhouse and she is about to explode your political career. You'll never get reelected if you don't get her back. Your time as president will be over and you're worried about getting your mistress back!"

Olivia was frustrated. Why couldn't Fitz just let her go? She knew at one point he loved her but after he left she began to doubt it. But she knew for a fact that he wanted more than anything to be President but he seemed so set on throwing it all away over a piece of ass. That's all she was to him, at least that's what she told herself to try and hate him. So far it wasn't working but she'd never admit it. She was vulnerable and she didn't trust him enough to try again.

"How many times do I need to tell you that you're more than that? Come back to me, forgive me, I love you."

Her perfume was intoxicating his senses and he wanted to kiss her then and there but he held back.

"Please stop, please stop getting my hopes up. JUST stop!"

"I can't stop. I won't. Olivia…"

I am not a toy that you can play with when you're bored or lonely or horny. I am NOT the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, EARN me. Until then, We. Are. Done!"

She stuck her finger in his face and Fitz was instantly turned on by how angry she was. He tried to focus on the words coming out of her mouth but he kept thinking back to the last time they slept together on the trail and she twirled her finger around the head of his penis, teasing him. Pulling himself out of his thoughts his eyes zoned in on her lips and he was gone again. He was watching them move and suddenly she stopped yelling.

She was about to storm out when he grabbed her arm. She turned around, ready to slap him, when she saw the desire in his eyes. She had tried to fight him but being this close to him was wreaking all kinds of havoc on her system.

"Olivia, stop running from me. You know you cant leave me, we both do. My dick too bomb!" he laughed at that last statement as he cupped her jaw in his palm.

Maintaining eye contact she brushed his lips across hers and watched as her eyes fluttered shut.

He unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off her shoulders. Her eyes were still closed and her chest was heaving. He didn't know if she was just that angry or if she was turned on. He turned her to face the window as he took of her shoes and pants. He was feeling a little naughty and since there were some tall bushes outside the window he opened the curtains.

Olivia immediately covered her breasts but he slowly moved her hands, whispering in her ear, "It's okay. No one can see us. And even if they could, I don't give a damn."

He stepped back to rid himself of his clothes then closed the distance. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her for a second. Turning her around he slid himself into the juncture of her thighs, teasing her clit. Her lips parted slightly and she moaned.

Her legs were growing weak from the sensation but he held her up. She was so close to the edge. She grabbed his neck as tightly as she could and sucked on his bottom lip. When her stomach began to quiver he used his hand to bring her over the edge.

She barely had time to recover before he had one leg up on his shoulder. It was a good thing Liv was flexible.

"I. Hate. You."

"I. Hate. You. Too."

They timed their words to his thrusts. He stopped and grabbed her ass, pulling her as close to him as she could get.

"I love you. You have to forgive me. We're soul mates, in this life and any other after that. Say you'll forgive me. I won't move until you do."

Liv was very stubborn so she tried to wait it out. He sensed what she was doing so he pushed her hips back so that only his tip was in. In and out, in and out, never letting more than the tip penetrate her. She thought she could buck her hips but he tightened his grip. He slid all the way out this time and teased her clit with his tip.

She bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.

"Olivia please say something now."

She still refused to he turned her around and made her face the window. He guided both of her hands to the window so that she could hold herself up. Getting down on his knees he ate her out from the back. Sliding his tongue in and out of her he knew she was about to come.

"Fi-, Fuck, I—God.. Jesus Christ. Pleeeaaasee," she moaned. "I cant. What is this?"

Her brain felt like mush.

"Say it," he said.

"I forgive you, I love you. Now fuck me before I break this window!"

"With pleasure," he said with a smirk.

He entered her from the back and before long he was holding both of her legs while her hands were still pressed to the glass. She crossed her ankles behind his back as he pounded into her. He leaned forward and kissed her back, tracing his tongue down her spine or what he could reach of it.

When her walls began to contract around him he stepped forward, pressing her into the glass as he dropped her legs slowly. Her head was turned to the side and he kissed her.

"I still hate you. I just really wanted to come," she said.

Stepping back she saw that her breast had left a print on the window. She smiled sheepishly and tried to find a napkin or something to clean it with.

"Leave it. That way I'll always be able to remember you."

"Your wife could see it, or your kids if they come in here. I'm not leaving it," she hissed.

"It's fine, someone will clean it later. Are we… can we talk? About this I mean. If you ask me I think I did more than earn you," he said with a smirk.

Olivia rolled her eyes as she put on her clothes. She waited for him to get dressed then she turned to him and said, "Come to my place tonight and you'll find out. 8 o'clock, don't be late. And don't forget the wine. Oh and pick up some chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream on the way."

Fitz watched the sway of her hips as she walked out of his office. Damn he loved that woman!