"Fitz, what are you doing? You are supposed to be back in the White House"
Olivia was the embodiment of dishevelment and sleepiness, her hair tousled in a big heap on her head, her body wrapped in a sheet she dragged like a train from the bed with her, eyes barely open. She went in search of Fitz as soon as she woke up: tired, sore and happy. She knew he hasn't left yet; he would never go without saying good-bye to her first. She found him standing in the kitchen, with his pants back on, leaving the broad plane of his chest uncovered by any material for her eyes to roam and appreciate.
"Good morning again" – the smile that he gave her and his voice alone almost made her lose the sheet she had wrapped around her naked body and run to him, jump onto him, divest him of all his clothes he was now wearing and have another romp with him, even though her exhausted body was weakly protesting against such a plan. Almost, but not quite… Olivia gathered the sheet tighter around her body and tried to gather her wits.
Seeing her visibly struggle with him still being there and being so open, and domestic, he could see love, desire, worry, concern and anxiousness dancing in her eyes. He strode to her confidently and wrapped his arms around her warm, familiar body.
"Stop worrying, it's an order. I still have a couple of hours before I have to be back, and I want to have breakfast with you before I go. Unless you want me to eat you, I suggest you go back to your room and get dressed"
Her coy smile at his suggestive words and sparkling eyes warmed his heart and he involuntary tightened his arms around her body. Fitz himself was slightly worried to discover what was going on in the outside world, what Mellie was doing with his divorce papers, whether he will be able to sneak back into the White House unattended.. But having Olivia in his arms made all the worries dissipate and retreat to the back of his mind. He will worry about all this later.
"Hmm, breakfast" – Olivia brought him out of his reverie – "what are we having for breakfast, Mr. President?". Her purr in his ear almost made him reassess his priorities for the morning.
"Pancakes, we are having pancakes. Does it have your seal of approval, Ms. Pope?" – his lips teased her ear and her neck and she momentarily forgot his question.
"Mmmm, yes, sir… Sounds good…"
Olivia pinched his backside and at his startled yelp, ran away from him back to the bedroom. She was almost disappointed he didn't chase her down the hall, but her growling stomach and aching muscles reminded her that she did need some food.
It was a strange and wonderful morning they were having. Olivia woke up at 6 AM, when it was still pitch black outside, the darkest month of the year making it almost impossible to see the sunlight. These days, she went to her office when it was still dark, and usually came back home when it was already dark again, making Olivia feel as if she moved into the Arctic night zone. There was still no snow on the ground, and it added more gloom to an already dark and grey Washington December.
Careful not to disturb Fitz, Olivia climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the window. The city was staring back at her with raven eyes and silent empty streets, and faint noises of the cars that were too rare and few at this early hour.
Olivia watched the streetlights blinking in the darkness, and an involuntary shiver passed through her body. Cold and silence always had a depressing effect on her, so today more than ever she was glad for Fitz' presence in the bed next to her, his deep breathing and mere presence making her feel alive and whole.
The events of the previous evening kept on playing in her mind. She still could not quite comprehend that Fitz had served Mellie with divorce papers, fired Cyrus and was doing this all on his own. She was worried sick what it might do to his reelection chances, how the public would react if the news ever leaked, but now her worries and concerns took on another shape and form. Olivia heard Fitz loud and clear last night when he said that he wanted to move forward with his life and leave his past like unnecessary baggage – behind. He said that he was divorcing Mellie for himself and for the sake of his children, and not only because of Olivia. Being in this poisonous and pretentious union with Mellie didn't do any good to anyone but Mellie herself, and it was time to put an end to it.
Olivia now worried how she will help Fitz if or when the press got a whiff of his divorce plans and how the story might negatively hurt his re-election chances. But now, Olivia wanted to help Fitz in a different way: not by superficial fixing of his issues, but by being there with him and for him, with him and his children, standing by his side as his partner and friend, not fixer or colleague. She wanted to also help him achieve his dreams and his goals, and she needed to trust him to know for himself what these goals were without pushing her own agenda.
Before they went to bed last night, Fitz told her something she couldn't quite get out of her head: "Whatever I treasure and enjoy... would mean nothing without you…" as another means of explaining why he really didn't want to be in the White House for another four years by himself or without her. It was fitting that he quoted Ronald Reagan to her, the only American President who was a divorcee. The words cemented something in Olivia's mind: it was finally the time to show up and be there with Fitz and for Fitz, because nothing in her world had any purpose or any meaning without him either.
"Baby, what are you doing there?"
His raspy voice brought Olivia out of her reverie, and she turned around to face him, a small smile playing on her lips. He looked absolutely adorable, sitting in bed and blinking slowly at her, trying to shake off the sleep from his eyes.
Olivia's hands slowly caught the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it off her body. She reconnected her eyes with his, gauging his reaction, laughing softly at his startled face and now more than awake eyes.
She slowly made her way back to the bed and climbed to sit on his lap. They stared at each other in silence, smiling and touching, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies so close in proximity, the quietness of the hour and the mounting sexual tension that started to accumulate. Soon, simple touching and gazing was not enough and Fitz framed her face, bringing his lips closer to hers. The first touch of their lips sent a flutter of energy down the bodies, and the stroke of their lips and the battled of their tongues soon turned passionate, deep, consuming. Olivia ground down on the beginning of Fitz's erection, and something snapped in his brain, making him lose control and he launched at her, almost swallowing her lips, then turning her body around until she was sprawled in front of him on the bed, on her back.
Olivia looked at Fitz looming over her, his eyes alive with love and desire. It struck her that she never seen him more happy, and alive and strong as when they were making love. She watched him carefully, seeing how he was struggling to restrain himself, and go slowly and tenderly, he always made sure to take care of her.
Touching her fingers to his lips, drawing invisible patterns on his mouth, she gasped when he sucked her fingers into his mouth and bid down on the soft pads of her middle and ring finger. She enjoyed the caress and brought her other hand down, gently caressing his hardness through his pants.
"It's OK, Fitz. Let go. I won't break" her smile was his complete undoing, and something feral and bright flashed in his eyes. He yanked her panties off her and spread her out wide for his gaze and fingers. Olivia moaned, anticipating the torturing pleasure that was about to come.
The first touch of his tongue to her lower lips had her gasp and arch her back. He rained kisses and caresses onto her center and roughly plunged his tongue as deep as he could go. Olivia cried out, the pleasure so strong it was numbing her. She stared moving frantically around his mouth and fingers, the sensations he was eliciting with his skills pushing her over the edge.
She was floating and crying out and trying to reach him, hold him, kiss him. She realized he divested himself of his boxers and turned her around again. She was now on all fours on her bed, her ass high in the air available for his caress and view. He briefly put his fingers inside her, to test or wetness and massage her walls, making sure she was ready. He plunged then into her in one long stroke, and Olivia screamed, pushing back at him, arching her back, trying to get closer and willing her body to accommodate him better.
His strokes were hard and deep. This was not lovemaking. He was fucking her hard, and she loved every second of it. When her hands could not support her any longer, she collapsed on the bed. Fitz paused in his relentless rhythm and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her tummy. Certain that she was now comfortable and happy with the angle the pillow has created, he continued to ram into her. Olivia could feel his every tense movement and sensed he was getting closer. His hand on her breast surprised her, the pleasure from his touches making her body vibrate and hum. A few more strokes, and she was coming hard on him, the flutters of her walls sending Fitz into his own release.
Fitz moved gingerly away from her and brushed the locks of hair from her eyes. Olivia was not sure she could lift a muscle. It's been a while since they were so rough in their lovemaking, and she realized she missed this side of him a lot. She slowly opened her eyes to see his worry-laden eyes inches from her face.
"Baby, I am OK. I loved it. Why don't you do me this way more often?" – she teased.
Fitz growled at her and peppered her face with small loving kisses. Both her endearment and playful challenge exciting him all over again. He sat up against the headboard and beckoned him to join him.
"Come here, I am not done with you yet"
"Noo, Fitz, I can't go again"
"Yes, you can, some here"
She reluctantly rose on all fours and crawled over him. She sat on his lap and watched him with tired eyes. She was exhausted but not enough to ignore his lustful gaze and provocative touches. Fitz raised her hips and joined them again, both moaning at renewed contact. Olivia held onto his shoulders and kissed him languidly, missing the touch of his lips and the contact of his tongue from their previous round.
Fitz held onto her hips firmly as he drove his own into her. This time, with initial craze and hunger out of the way, he wanted to take his time and drag out their lovemaking. He could tell by Olivia's fidgeting in between their slow kissed that her thighs started to burn and she would not be able to last long. He reached down and caressed her clit, watching her eyes dilate and glaze over.
"Come for me baby" – he ordered softly and she obliged, taking him with her.
Now, a few hours later, after the delicious love making session they shared in the early hours of the morning, Olivia was putting her clothes on, mentally preparing for the day ahead. It was the last day in Washington for both of them, they were scheduled to leave for NYC to attend a fundraiser and Fitz was to speak in front of NYC students on Monday. She was excited to kick off the campaign and dive into the midst of reelection chaos and road life, and she was even more excited to travel with Fitz and have him for herself at nights, hidden away in plush hotel room suites, away from prying eyes and big crowds.
She joined Fitz in the kitchen and found that he brewed a fresh pot of coffee and had a small stack of pancakes building on the late next to the stove.
"You are on orange juice duties, miss" – he greeted her when he saw her coming back fully dressed and ready to eat breakfast. Olivia gave him a hug first, enjoying the feel of his skin under her cheek and the flutter of his muscles as she trailed kisses across his back, holding him close to her from behind.
As she busied herself making their morning juice, she looked at all ingredients unpacked on her kitchen counter and wondered where they came from.
"Fitz, where did you get all this food? I don't remember buying eggs or flour or milk?"
"Of course you had no food in the fridge! I came prepared yesterday"
"You did. I guess I have to keep you around a while longer then" – she teased.
He grabbed her and drew her close to his body as she passed to put the plates and orange juice on the dining room table.
"You make me sound like a dog. But I am all up for you keeping me" – he winked at her and squeezed her ass in the process.
They sat down to eat across from each other, smiling and enjoying the simple please of sharing a breakfast.
"It's been so long since I had pancakes" – Olivia confessed "Actually, I don't think I had pancakes since your campaign, when we slept together for the first time"
She blushed, realizing she said it out loud. Fitz laughed at her startled expression, enjoying watching her squirm.
"That was one eventful morning"
Their first night together was one of the best memories he had. He lived for 48 years leading to the day having no idea what mind-blowing sex meant. What it meant that you could go on and on for hours, exploring each other and making sure the person you are making love is on the same high as you are. Olivia changed that for him that night, and he understood that having a deep connection to a person, someone you love fully and unconditionally meant.
Olivia's gentle laugh brought him out of his recollections.
"I was so sore that morning, I could barely walk! And I had never blushed so much in my life. I felt like everyone knew what we did that night, and every time you would look at me, or talk to me, I would turn red"
Fitz joined her in her mirth, remembering how he was trying to pay attention to all other people during that pancake breakfast function, when all his mind could process was how many hours did they have before he could retire to his room again, take her with him, and repeat their dance from the night before.
"I was pretty sore too. I could feel my back and my aching muscles, and felt all 48 years of age making themselves known loud and clear"
"Oh, my poor old man! I am glad the bath soak and my massage the next night could relive some of your aches"
"Yes it did, as well as three more rounds of having sex with you. You know, the more we practiced, the less pain we felt" – he wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed, throwing her head back, feeling herself turn red again.
It was the best morning she had in a long time. She insisted that she would clean after breakfast and sent him to the leaving room to get dressed and get ready to leave. She grabbed their plates from the table and started moving towards the kitchen when the sound of TV and the words from the news anchor made her stop in her tracks.
"Breaking news! First Lady Melody Grant is speaking from the Grants California home, announcing that President Grant has filed for a divorce. This is unprecedented and comes as a shock and President Grant is about to kick-off his re-election campaign. We have no further word on the validity of her claims, but President's Grant's chances of the second term now are almost non-existent. We will update you with more news as they come". The sound of shattering glass made Fitz turn around to see a very pale Olivia watching him with horrified expression on her face.
