Disclaimer: I do not own any of these glorious characters, they belong to Shonda Rhimes.
A/N: So I know I suck at updates, I'm a terrible person. Promise from now on i will be on a schedule. I even put in my reminders to force me not be a shitty person to all of you.
On the way to meet with my interviewer, I couldn't help but curse my luck. Of course when Olivia was finally willing to forgive me and decided it was okay to discuss plans, I couldn't.
All throughout the meeting I tried desperately to focus on the questions being asked and especially my answers, I needed to prove to the public, but mostly her, that I was more than capable to hand out orders and lead.
Or maybe not, because, if she saw I was struggling then she would have to stay longer. Which would give me more time to spend with the gorgeous woman who had popped into my life suddenly.
I was on auto pilot, not even knowing how it is that i finished the interview, nor how I got back to the hotel without crashing, much less killing myself in the process. All of my thoughts were consumed by her and it had been less than 24 hours since she had come into my life.
I couldn't help but wonder if I conjured up her nervousness or the want that had flashed beneath her eyes when she thought I wasn't looking her way.
Mindlessly, I poured over schedules of events and poll numbers. It wasn't until I realised that I had read the same line ten times in the past minute that the concentration thing I'd been trying to pretend I had since this afternoo,n was not working.
I wanted to see her.
No, I needed to see her.
But, when looking at the clock I saw that it was a quarter after midnight. It would be entirely inappropriate to bother her now. Not that I truly cared about what was appropriate or not at this moment. But, I had promised Cy to remain on my very best behavior.
Besides, I reasoned, she was most likely passed out in bed. I wondered what she slept in. She didn't seem like the flannel type of girl. Nor did it seem like she'd be one to sleep in a tshirt and shorts. She was classy. That much was obvious.
She probably wore something satin and silky, pretty even for bed. Something entirely feminine that most likely smelt just like that mixture of perfume and passion fruit I had smelt when I had been in her personal space earlier.
I could tell that she had a mischevious side however. Perhaps, she wore lacy negligees to bed. I bet she also had expensive lingerie underneath all of her perfectly pressed and tailored clothes.
I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to carefully peel off each layer she wore until she was naked before me. I had never found myself to be a breast man but I was almost positive they would fit perfectly within both of my palms.
Her ass, however, was what had me captivated. The way it swayed when she walked. How perfectly supple it was.
I couldn't help but wonder where her sensitive areas were. Was it her collarbone? Behind her ear? How would she taste? Did she moan or mewl during it all. Would she scream his name or breathlessly whisper it when she came?
A desperate moan escaped my lips and looking down I found myself in a terrible predicament.
I quickly hopped in the shower, hoping the cold water would help ease the ache I felt about this beautiful stranger who I felt deeply connected to. Her eyes were large and doe like and I felt like I could read her soul if she only just let me. Her lips, those big pouty lips that looked soft and supple could probably work magic.
It was at this point that I realized the shower was not going to work and I'd have to deal with it on my own.
I set to work slowly stroking my large member in my hand, rubbing the precum around the head and starting off slow, making his fist tight imagining it was her who was in the shower with him.
Fitz imagined Olivia stroking his cock while sucking the tip into her mouth, moaning about just how good he tasted. My pace became faster and faster until my hand was flying and I closed my eyes letting my mind succumb to the fantasy it had concocted.
When I came it was her name that left my lips in a strangled cry and I fell back against the shower stall, gasping for air, wondering how in the hell I would be able to keep this professional.
Olivia couldn't help but feel disappointed that she and Fitz couldn't go over policy and all her plans that very evening. She wouldn't be lying if she said that she wanted to show off just a little bit for Fitz.
And also stare at him a little long. Any man who looked that fantastic in a sweater, button down and trousers had to be related to Adonis, and she sure as hell was not complaining.
She headed back to her room to do some resource, not on the campaign but the man himself.
She googled Fitz Grant and found out that he and his wife had divorced not too long ago and that it was nothing short from surprising due to the lack of connection that seemed to evade the two of them.
She found more photos of him from almost every stage of his life and quickly realised that unlike some, with age Fitz got better looking. Perhaps her favorite photo was one of him on his ranch in Santa Barbara. He sat astride a horse, hairs wind blown and skin golden, smiling while next to his two teenage children, according to the picture Karen was the eldest at 14 and Gerry was 12. The picture had been taken two years ago, and yet it exuded the same man's charming presence.
A quick glance at the clock showed that she had wasted too much time spending time on her research project as it was now nearing 8 o'clock. She quickly closed the windows opened and her laptop and began looking over information on Cyrus' top opponents. When she looked up again she saw that it was midnight and she quickly decided she needed a shower before going to bed, if only to calm down and relax.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged with her hair wrapped and dressed in her silk robe, lavender lotion in hand.
She began generously applying, especially now that she would be in cold winter areas for quite sometime. Yet, while doing so Olivia couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have Fitz'a hands all over her body, working out all the kinks she had.
A small moan escaped her lips as she pictured him kissing him all over her body, trailing kisses down her neck and all over her navel and legs.
Before she realised it her hand was between her legs rubbing her mound, desperately trying to release the ache of tension that had suddenly came on.
Her fingers stroked her clit in hard, small circles as her other hand began tweaking her nipples. Soon she found her hand trailing down to join the other, he fly caressing her lips, before plunging her middle finger into her sex.
Instead of her own hands however, she pictured his, and added another finger pretending it was one of his, going deeper and harder with each thrust. Small meals left her lips and she sped up adding another finger and curling them upwards to touch her gspot. Soon thereafter the pressure coiled within her snapped and she came with a silent scream, his name formed on her lips.
It wasn't lost on her, as she came down from her high that that had been one of the best orgasms she had had in months.
A/N: Please let me know what you all think. Thanks for reading!
