Okayyyyyyy so! I promised myself I wouldn't update before tomorrow. BUT it is now 11pm in the UK, I am pissed off drunk and I want to share some love, so you get the next chapter earlier than planned!

I want to thank the guest reviewer who practically posted a story as a review. I will work on this love declaration story as soon as I sober up!

Hello and welcome again to the freak show! Thank you all for your kind words, they keep me going! This newest story was requested by a guest reviewer. I'll admit it, there is nothing I love more than ballsy jealous Fitz… So, as always, enjoy!

The party was winding down. The sun had long set over the Santa Barbara ranch. One by one, the guests were leaving, retiring to their rooms. Both Sally and Fitz's staff had been here celebrating the new alliance. Olivia realized she hadn't seen Fitz in a while. She had been having so much fun dancing with Billy, Cyrus, James and other members of the campaign that she hadn't noticed him leaving. She looked through the windows and saw that the lights were on in the guest house.

She excused herself from the guests pretending to go to her room and quickly escaped to the garden, walking out of the main house to the guest house. She walked in and called his name but got no answer. She moved further into the house, toward the office and found him pacing the floor like a mad man. He was starting to make a hole in the plush carpet.

"What's wrong?"

He turned suddenly toward her and looked surprised for a second. But it was soon replaced by anger and he spat "Nothing!" before resuming his pacing.

Something was most definitively wrong. He never talked to her that way. He looked terrible. Incredibly sexy, yes, but still terrible. His eyes had taken a dark shade of stormy grey and his hair was messed, probably from running his hand in it one too many times.

"Fitz..." She tried again in a softer voice "Don't shut me out. What's going on?"

He stopped again and turned to face her, she took a step back at the anger on his face "I told you nothing is wrong so why don't you go back to grinding on Billy Chambers. You two seemed particularly cosy!" He spat viciously.

So that's what it is about… She stood still for a moment, shocked by how hurt he seemed. She wanted to go to him, wrap her arms around his neck and lay her head on his chest but knew that in his current state, upset and slightly inebriated, he would push her away. She wanted to get angry at him because really, he was the one unavailable, but she had chosen to stay with him, so she couldn't blame him for it. Finally, she decided the best thing was to let him be, give him time to cool down and try again tomorrow.

She started to turn back and put her hand on the doorknob before being stopped by his voice. "Are you going back to him? Are you gonna go to his room and open your pretty legs for him" That one hurt and crossed a line. She took a deep breath and turned again to face him, a look of calm determination on her face. She would not let him talk to her that way. Angry she could accept, insulting she couldn't. It didn't seem to faze him and he kept looking at her questioningly, like he really expected an answer. Like his question wasn't ludicrous. Like he just asked her what the next campaign move was.

She kept her eyes trained on him and started in an even voice "I'm going to let that one slide because you're obviously tired and drunk and I don't want to start a screaming match that you will regret tomorrow. I'm going to go back to my room now and you would be wise to do the same."

She stayed still waiting for answer. She was starting to get angry but she still loved him deeply and didn't want him to spend the night alone drinking and wallowing in dark thoughts. She needed to know he was safe to be able to sleep herself.

He didn't talk. He walked closer to her with a grin. It wasn't a nice one though, the anger was still there along with another feeling she couldn't quite place. His silence scared her more than his words. She wasn't used to seeing him like that, cold and fuming. She backed away, taking one step backward for every step he took forward. Eventually, the door was in her way and she couldn't move further. A wicked smile lit his face, reminding her of a predator and he moved again until he was only a few inches from her. He looked down at her and whispered harshly "You didn't answer the question Olivia! Are you going to let Billy touch you like only I am allowed to do?" She squared her shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes and answered "And what if I am?" She wasn't scared of him, she knew he would never hurt her, not physically anyway. And she wouldn't let him bully her.

She tried to walk past him with a huff but he grabbed her arm and roughly pushed her back against the door with a groan. "You think you're funny, huh?" "No I think I'm a grown ass woman, I think you're a married man and I think it's fucking hypocritical of you to play the jealous card when you're the reason we can't dance together!" She exclaimed. She was seriously getting fed up by his caveman act but more than that she was angry at herself for getting aroused by it. The moisture developing between her legs a bitter reminder of how much power he had over her.

"You're mine Olivia!" He groaned, gathering the hem of her dress in his right hand, the left hand moving to her neck holding it tightly, his faces just inches from hers. "You'd do good to remember that!"

Olivia had a hard time gathering coherent thoughts. An inner battle going on in her head. On the one hand, she was incredibly turned on by his proximity, his husky voice and his claim on her. The idea of him wanting her so much he couldn't stand the idea of another man touching her was oh, so alluring. On the other hand, her inner independent self was revolting against the idea of a man, even this man, declaring her to be his property.

Deciding she needed to make a stand, she moved her hands to his chest and tried to push him away "I'm not yours Fitz! You have no claim over me!"

He harshly pushed her back against the door and moved his knee between her legs to keep them open. He then grabbed her hands and pinned them against the door above her head. He then continued in a dangerously low voice "The hell I do! You. Are. Mine! Completely mine! Your body, your mind, your soul..." He gathered both her wrists in one hand and moved the other under her dress again, his fingers slowly inching their way to the apex of her legs and finding refuge under her now damp panties. "Your pussy!" He continued. "It all became mine the day you got into my room and decided to give yourself to me. Don't you ever forget that! You came willingly!"

His fingers were now rubbing her clit intensely and she started panting, her eyes not leaving his face. He looked so focused, the anger had turned into determination. He was as turned on as she was, his erection pressed tightly against her thigh. His mind was in a haze. He knew he shouldn't treat her that way, but his need to show her she was his just like he was hers combined with his drunken state and his ever present desire for her made it impossible to stop. He moved himself closer to her and started kissing her neck while two of his fingers moved inside her, her heat immediately engulfing him.

"See? Your body knows it. Do you feel how tight you are for me? Do you feel how hard I am for you? That's the only important thing right now!" He started moving his fingers inside her and moved his thumb to her clit drawing soft circles designed to drive her crazy. And from the whimpers escaping her lips, he would say it worked. He couldn't fight it anymore and attached his lips to hers and roughly plunged his tongue in her mouth. She hungrily replied to his attacks and started moving her tongue to the pace he was setting on her core. Her hunger spurred him on and he quickened his pace. Not long later he could feel her walls starting to clamp. She detached her mouth from his with a gasp and threw her head back, her eyes tightly shut. She came with a scream of his name.

He kept rubbing her, letting her come down from her high and relishing in the pleasured expression on her face. After a while, she opened her eyes to find him watching intensely. She moved her hips to his, her hands still secure in his left hand and whispered "Fitz, please..."

He didn't need to be told twice. He moved his hand to his belt and quickly got rid of his dress pants and boxers. He moved his member to her entrance and used it to tease her clit, coating himself in her juices. She was shaking, consumed by the need to feel him. She wanted him inside her. Now! "Fi-itz..."

He smiled but didn't move to enter her, instead deciding to keep teasing her until she became wild. He wanted her wanton, he wanted her to beg, He wanted her to admit being his. "Do you want it? Do you really?" He smiled.

"Yes! Yes, I do, I really want i.. I-I want you!" She cried out, struggling to get the words out and forming coherent sentences. He smiled again and kept teasing her "hmmm... Maybe I'll give it to you... It all depends on you really..." She struggled against his grip, wanting to grab his ass and get him to plunge inside but he was too strong. "Wha-what do you want?" She didn't even recognize her own voice anymore, hoarse and hushed.

He moved his lips to hover above hers and whispered against them "I want you to admit you're mine. All mine. Only mine" and to show her what she would gain if she relented he moved his tip to her entrance. She tried to move her hips forward to take him deeper but he moved back out of the reach of her trembling heat. He chuckled "Nuh huh, use your words my love!"

She kissed him hard and tried to move her hips again. When she realized she wouldn't win, she finally relented and whispered "Oh god, I'm yours!". Her voice was so low he barely heard her. He moved his tip back between her legs and took her earlobe in his mouth, nibbling on it. "I didn't hear you Sweet baby. Could you repeat that?"

"I'm yours, all you... HA!" He didn't let her finish before surging into her as deep as he could go, literally lifting her off her feet. He started pounding into her, releasing the grip he had on her hands to move his hands to her hips and guide her at the pace they both loved. She moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails in his shirt, bracing herself for the rough ride.

He kept pounding into her hard and deep and her head fell forward to the crook of his neck her moans deliciously tickling his ear and driving him on. And after a few more thrusts, their mouths reattached and they both came with a scream, her walls emptying him.

They stayed connected for a few minutes, breathing each other in. He was the first to break the silence "You're Mine, and I'm Yours..." She looked into his eyes with tears in her own "Promise?" She asked in a shaky voice. "Promise!" He said as he moved his hands to her face and took her lips in the softest kiss.

A/N: Soooo… What do you think? As always, all criticism is welcome and don't forget to throw in your ideas on what to write next. I just need an idea to have my twisted mind start drawing the scene.

Cheers

C.