Author's Note: I'm writing this story a bit out of sequence. This chapter originally was going to be about the lunch meeting with Olivia and the Mystery Man, but I felt like we were overdue for some quality Fitz and Olivia time, so this chapter is the result and borrows heavily from the show. Warning: This chapter contains mature content and is for adults, so if you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If it's too racy, let me know in the review/feedback section. Thanks in advance for reading and for the comments.
Chapter 3: Sweet Baby
Although it wasn't an election year, the process of campaign fundraising was never ending. It was important for the president to be constantly out there raising funds. That's why when Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue magazine, offered to hold a $40,000 a person fundraising event at her fashionable D.C. townhouse, there was no way that Pres. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant was going to say no. There was also another reason why Fitz agreed. He knew that Olivia would be on the invite list and he was desperate to see her again.
As expected, Olivia was there, looking beautiful as always. She came alone, without a date, which pleased Fitz, but he kept his cool and was appropriately polite but distant when Anna Wintour brought Olivia over to him. The three of them made small talk for a minute or two before Mellie came over and pulled Fitz away.
Olivia found herself talking to some of the other party attendees and began to wonder how much longer she had to stay before she could make some excuse and leave. It made her uncomfortable to be in the same space as Fitz after everything that had happened and come between them. It wasn't that he seemed cold. It was worse. He seemed apathetic toward her, like he could take it or leave it, but either way he didn't care.
Olivia asked one of the waiters where the bathroom was and he pointed upstairs. But when Liv got there, Tom, a member of Fitz's Secret Service detail, was standing at the door. "Oh, sorry, Tom. I was looking for the bathroom. Is he in there?"
"No, ma'am. We've just blocked access to this bathroom for security reasons. You can go up to the third floor and use the bathroom in the master bedroom suite."
"OK, thanks, Tom," Olivia said appreciatively, and she continued making her way upstairs. When she got to the top of the staircase, the floor plan opened up into an incredible master bedroom suite. The bathroom was toward the back and the door was open. Olivia walked in and went right to the sink and turned on the water. She felt stressed out and her skin was flushed. There was a small stack of plush white hand towels and she grabbed one and wet it with ice cold water. She tilted her head up so that her neck was exposed. She closed her eyes and started to dab her neck and upper chest with the damp towel. Ahh, that felt good, she thought.
"Do you need any help with that?" said a sexy, male voice.
Olivia jumped and her eyes snapped open. Standing behind her, looking intently at her in the mirror was the President of the United States.
"Hi." he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Jesus Christ, Fitz! Oh my god, I mean Mr. President! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Olivia said, shocked out of her mind to see Fitz standing there.
"Sssshhh," he said, coming closer toward her.
"Mr. President, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. With me. Alone," Olivia said, almost stammering.
"Ssssshhhh, sweet baby," Fitz said, taking his index finger and placing it gently on her lips. "Don't say another word. Just stand here with me for a minute. Just one minute."
Their eyes were locked on one another. Olivia tried to look away but she couldn't. She was under his spell. She began to quiver as Fitz drew closer and closer to her. He smelled good and the air of masculinity that surrounded him was intoxicating. Olivia knew that she was just moments away from surrendering to the passion that was swirling around them.
"Please don't touch me. Please don't...don't...touch me," Olivia whimpered as Fitz leaned in and slipped his hand under her jacket and pulled her in close. Olivia gasped as she felt how hard and aroused he was and that made her hot. Her breathing became jagged.
"Look at me," Fitz whispered. "Look at me."
Olivia's head was turned down and to the side and her eyes were closed. Fitz took advantage of the angle and began to gently kiss and nibble the side of her neck. His right hand slid up under her blouse and started to work its way up to her breasts.
"Look at me," Fitz whispered again.
Olivia opened her eyes and looked at him. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. It was either fight or flight, but Olivia wanted to do nothing more than drown in the pool of Fitz's beautiful grey-blue eyes.
Fitz could see his desire reflected in Olivia's eyes. He leaned down and took her face into his huge hands and hungrily kissed her. Her response was immediate when his tongue connected with hers. She pressed her body up against his tall, tight, muscled frame and reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. The kissing became more intense and Fitz slid a hand under Olivia's skirt and pulled off her thong. Then in one swift move, he lifted Olivia up onto the bathroom counter and spread her legs open. His hand stroked her inner thigh and whatever little resistance Olivia still had was quickly melting away. Fitz continued to kiss her while his hand made itself up her thigh. When his hand finally arrived at its desired destination, he slid a finger inside her, where it was sticky and wet. Olivia began to moan.
"Say my name," Fitz whispered into Olivia's ear.
"I….I…." Olivia was almost incoherent.
"Say my name…." he said insistently, as he dipped two fingers deep inside of her. He was taking her to the edge when he heard "FITZ! WAKE UP!"
"Huh? What's happening?" Fitz bolted upright in bed. Sitting at the foot of the bed wearing lacy lingerie was Mellie.
"Oh brother, did you have another one of those Olivia Pope wet dreams?" Mellie asked sarcastically.
Fitz just glared at her. Mellie always found a way to cut him down.
"I called Mrs. Hadley and cancelled your morning appointments," Mellie said coyly. "Since you're already warmed up, I figured you wouldn't mind spending some quality time in bed servicing your wife."
Fitz gave her a stone cold glare. "Mellie, I wouldn't fuck you if you were even the last hole on earth."
And with that, Fitz got out of bed and went to take a shower where he could finish out his Olivia Pope fantasy in peace.
Author's Note: OK, guys, this chapter was a raunchy classic bait and switch. It was just a little too good to be true, Fitz and Olivia back together again, right? But was it too racy and raunchy? Let me know in the feedback. Thanks for reading!
