Hello everyone. It's your favorite Fitz RPer here with another oneshot. I decided to do something alittle different with this one. Leave me prompts in comments too if you have requests. The more requests I get, the faster I'll update

Fitzgerald Grant was the hottest presidential canidate in a long time, but he thought his campaign fixer was even hotter. He felt like she lived to torture him. She always looked camera ready in her suits with her hair and her perfume that lingered everytime she passed him in the hallways. He knew she was aware that he was attracted to her, but he wondered if she understood how intense it was. He even found himself short circuiting at meetings imagining what was under her expensive clothes. He took off his Jacket and sighed as he listened to Mellie complain about his campaign staff. He could really care less. He just wanted to drift into dream land and dream of Olivia Pope. She continued rambling for a bit, and after she noticed he was ignoring her she went on with her nightly routine and got in bed. Fitz slipped into bed and pretended to sleep until he heard her breathing even out, indicating to him that she'd finally drifted off. Slipping out of bed, he went into the bathroom and ran himself a warm bath. He stripped down to nothing and climbed into the warm water, sighing in pleasure. The only time he could get any peace was when Mellie was asleep. He gave a small chuckle at the thought before his thoughts traveled to Olivia Pope. Ms. beautiful Pope. He shut his eyes and imagined her face. He imagined everything from her big doe eyes to her sexy plump lips. He felt himself begin to stand at attention through the suds on the surface if the bath water. He tried to ignore it for a bit until it got painful. Giving in, he wrapped a massive hand around himself. He lazily pumped his veiny length imagining it was Olivia doing it. "Mmmm Olivia," he rumbled. His deep voice felt more ike a purr than anything as he twisted his hand on himself and tugged. He wondered how she would have done it. He imagined her being assertive and tugging at him. He also imagined her being sultry and slowly rubbing him. His hips began to buck as he imagined her pillowy lips that ripped him to shreds wrapping around his length. He felt himself lurch and contract in his hand. He'd never been this close so fast. He shut his eyes and focused on Olivia. He imagined her riding him or her sucking him off. He imagined what it'd feel like to be in her warm depths. With the warmth of the water adding to his imagination, he released with a whisper of Olivia's name. His toes curled as pleasure shot all over him. He cleaning himself up, panting like he'd just left the gym. After drying off, dressing up and slipping back into bed. He knew one thing. He knew his hand wouldn't always be enough. He knew he was relaxed from a good orgasm. Most of all, he knew he had to have her.