A few hours later, Olivia woke up completed disoriented. Due to the campaign's hectic travel schedule, it often took Olivia a few minutes to figure out which state or city she was in. Then, it all came back to her. She was in the state of Georgia and currently sharing a bed with Fitzgerald Grant, aka Fitz, aka the Republican Presidential Candidate. Despite the admitted flirtation between them and Fitz's public, yet subtle, declaration of love for her, Olivia didn't truly believe that she'd end up in this position. There she was sharing a bed with a man whose body and limbs were so entwined with her that she didn't know where she ended and he began. Olivia took a mental inventory over her body and gave a slight grin at the aching muscles between her legs. She was sore in some places that she didn't even know could become sore.
Olivia raised her head a bit to look at the close on the night stand closer to her side of the bed. It was 5:15 a.m. and the morning's pancake breakfast was to begin at 7:30. She knew she had to get out of bed and begin getting ready. More importantly, Olivia needed to be back in her own room before Cyrus came to her to discuss talking points for Fitz.
Fitz was still sleeping soundly with Olivia's body against his. One arm around her waist kept her body close to his and one of his legs was fit snuggly between Olivia's legs. She didn't want to wake him—she wasn't prepared to talk about the night they'd shared. She needed time to process her decision to not go into her room and instead spend the night with him. Olivia gently removed Fitz's arm from around her waist and placed his arm on his thigh. Then inch by inch Olivia moved forward until Fitz's leg slipped from between hers. She kept her movements slow until she finally got out of the bed. She stood there not concerned about her nakedness as much she was concerned about how she was going to find her hastily discarded clothes in the dark.
Olivia was able to retrace her steps through the room and found all of her clothing. She began to wish that she'd left her suitcase in her room before joining Fitz, for her getaway would have been quicker if she didn't have to deal with it. Olivia had just put back on her panties and was just about to clasp the back of her bra when she heard the rustle of sheets.
"What are you doing," Fitz asked, his voice rough with sleep.
Olivia looked over her shoulder. Though hit was dark, she could still make out the outline of Fitz's form and she could see that he was sitting up on his elbows.
"Fitz I have to go. I need to shower and get dressed and be back in my room," Olivia explained.
Fitz leaned over and hit the light switch and a soft glow illuminated the room. "Why can't you shower and get ready here? Your suitcases are already here."
Olivia continued to dress, now bending over to stick one leg in her slacks and then the other. Fitz hurried off of the bed, his nakedness not a concern. He grasped Olivia's hand which was reaching for her pale peach blouse. The feel one of that one little callous brought the memories of the night before flooding to Olivia's mind.
Fitz tugged on Olivia's hand and maneuvered her so that she stood facing him. Olivia had no choice but to look at Fitz's face because she didn't want to become distracted by his nakedness—but looking at his face was just as distracting.
"Olivia what's wrong? Please don't tell me that you're having regrets about what happened last night," Fitz implored her, searching her eyes with his own.
"Honestly, no I don't regret it. You told me to go into my room and I chose not to listen. No regrets. But I can't stay Fitz. It's early, people will soon be starting their day. Who knows who may catch me walking out of here this early in the morning," Olivia explained and tried to make Fitz see reason.
As always, Fitz had an answer prepared. "Ok then, get your toiletries and stuff and go into the bathroom. I'll get mine too. We can do all of that and take a quick shower, you can dress and then leave. It's not a problem," Fitz rattled off his plan with that sly grin on his face. "C'mon Liv, stay. Don't leave yet."
Sighing, Olivia nodded her head. "Ok Fitz, but no funny business! We have to get ready. Deal?"
"Deal." Fitz nodded his head in agreement.
"Ok then, let me go use the bathroom first." Olivia disappeared, closing the bathroom door behind her, leaving Fitz grinning at the thought of him getting her to stay. Already Fitz knew that today would be a good day because it was starting out oh so right.
When Olivia finished, she walked out, now glad only in her bra and panties after having taken off her pants again. She went to the small foyer to retrieve her bags and placed the bigger suitcase on the luggage rack sitting near the far wall of the room. When she bent over to grab the bottom of her suitcase, Fitz couldn't help but take a good look at her lace covered ass. Though Olivia was petit, she had curves and he was looking at a nice one.
"Stop staring at my ass, Fitz," Olivia said. She couldn't even see him since she was rifling through her suitcase to find an outfit for the day. Fitz shook his head and grinned to himself as he headed into the bathroom to relieve himself. While he was gone, Olivia pulled out a black textured pencil skirt and a white silk blouse with pearl buttons down the front. Olivia preferred her pantsuits, but since they were going to a prayer meeting in Georgia, she knew that the churches tended to be more traditional. She pulled out black lacey undergarments and black silk stocking to complete the look.
The skirt was fine but the blouse had some creases in them, so Olivia grabbed a hanger from the room's closet and hung up the shirt. Just then, the bathroom door opened and Fitz walked out to his own suitcase to grab his toiletry kit. Olivia grabbed her own toiletry and took that and the blouse in the bathroom with her. Placed the blouse on a hook behind the bathroom door, Olivia figured that the steam from the shower should make the few wrinkles in the shirt fall out. Olivia turned around and starting placing items from her toiletry kit around one of the sinks, thinking how lucky it was that Fitz's room had a bathroom with double sinks.
Olivia was brushing out the kinks in her hair when Fitz came into the bathroom. He watched her for a few minutes as she brushed her hair and put it in a high bun. "I don't have time to deal with wet hair this morning," she said by way of explanation. Fitz just shrugged.
In the next few moments the two of them went about their daily morning bathroom routines. They both brushed their teeth at the same time. Olivia would later tease Fitz about what a messy tooth brusher he was because his toothpaste often got everywhere. Olivia scrubbed her face well-especially since she fell asleep with all of her makeup on and—and made sure to moisturize. Fitz washed his own face and shaved his overnight stubble. Their bathroom routine went off without a hitch, without them bumping into each other. They'd perfected a dance that sometimes took couples months or even years to do in only one day. When they were both done they both looked at the roomy shower.
"Okay, Fitz," Olivia began, "let's make this a quick shower. Who knows when Cyrus will see fit to start bothering me about today's activities."
Olivia walked over to the shower and turned the water on. She tested it to make sure the temperature was to her liking. Once she was happy she did a sort of quick shimmy out of her bra and panties and stepped in the showed. She sighed when the hot water hit her skin. She then stepped to the side of the shower spray so that she wouldn't hog all of the water from her shower companion.
Fitz stepped in behind her, his eyes having never left her body. Olivia was intent on her task of getting clean in a jiffy. Fitz watched her as she soaped and cleaned her body with her own vanilla scented body wash and loofah.
Olivia turned her head and saw that Fitz was just staring at her. "Fitz I know you appreciate the view, but you need to get a move on right now!" Olivia said, smiling. That snapped Fitz out of his Olivia induced haze and quickly washed his body. Fitz planned on keeping his promise of "no funny business" until Olivia began shaving her legs. In all the years that had passed since Fitz discovered that girls didn't have cooties and were actually pretty nice to be around and touch, he would have never thought that seeing a woman shave her legs would send blood rushing to his previously flaccid penis. But here he was, water hitting him with his cock standing at attention while staring at Liv shave. He was aroused by the arc of her back and her legs. Though Olivia was quite petite, her legs seem to go on and on.
Olivia has already shaved one leg and had the other leg perched on the ledge. She shaved efficiently, but not necessarily quickly lest she have to deal with any nicks on her skin. Olivia made her last swipe with the razor and ran a hand up her leg to make sure she didn't miss any spots. At that moment she felt some long, hard, and stiff pressed into her backside. She immediately shuddered. Upon standing up straight, she felt Fitz's arm wrap around her midsection and pull her flush against his body. Olivia rested her head back against Fitz's chest, not caring about hair getting wet from the water on Fitz's chest.
"Fitz…we can't."
"Yes we can," Fitz responded, his hands now roaming the front of Olivia's body. One hand played with an erect nipple while the other rubbed her between partly spread legs.
"We can't...we have to get ready…" Even Olivia knew that those words coming out of her mouth sounded half hearted at best, because Fitz's fingers now focused on her clit rubbing small circles around it.
Fitz dropped his head to the crook of Olivia's neck and licked it. "We have time." Fitz continued to play with her clit. Olivia had long since dropped the razor to the shower floor. She was only focused on the glorious sensations Fitz was producing in her body. Her hips moved in time with his fingers. Olivia brought one of her hands to the back of Fitz's head and maneuvered his head so that his lips were close to hers and engaged him a crushing kiss. His tongue was in her mouth dueling with hers until she won out and started sucking his tongue. All the while Olivia's hips were still thrusting to meet Fitz's fingers, fingers that increased their movements and soon brought Olivia to a most welcome climax.
Fitz pulled his mouth off of Olivia's, withdrew his hand and turned Olivia to face him. He pushed her against the wall and moved to crush her body between his and the shower wall.
"I know I promised I'd be good but I couldn't help it," Fitz said as he lifted Olivia up so that they were chest to chest, face to face. Olivia wrapped her legs around this waist and sighed as Fitz lowered her body onto his cock, the shower wall giving her some added support. He sunk into her depths bit by bit until he was fully sheathed inside of her. Then he started to move.
And he fucked her slowly against the shower wall, with the water still spraying against their bodies. The walls slickness helped Olivia push down and retreat from Ftiz's thrusting cock. She moaned—loudly.
"Oh God, Fitz. You're making me feel so damn good." Olivia was so caught up that the fact that she needed to be back in her room sooner rather than later was the furthest thing from her mind. She'd attempted the much lauded shower sex once before, but her then partner didn't know what the hell he was doing and almost dropped her on her ass. Never again did she try it. But now Fitz was showing her what she'd missed out on.
"And you make me feel good, Liv. It feels like you body was made to fit mine," Fitz said before he kissed her once again. He grinded his body into hers, mimicking dance moves, his hips swiveling and entered and retreated from her depths over and over again.
Olivia grabbed one of Fitz's hands and placed it on her breasts, not caring about Fitz's leverage or him dropping her. She knew he wouldn't dare. With her hand on top of his, she squeezed his hand around her breast. Fitz got the message and began kneading her breast like potter's clay, the shower's water making his movements slicker.
"Are you close?" Fitz asked her. The speed of his thrusts had increase and he was nearing his own climax.
"Yea, just keep going," Olivia huffed out. "I'm almost there." Olivia reached between their bodies and fingered her clit in time with Fitz's movements. Fitz couldn't help but look down at Olivia playing with herself. The sight was enough to push him over the edge with Olivia right behind him.
Fitz was shuddering and he had almost the full weight of his body against Olivia, crushing her against the wall. He titled his head down and kissed her slowly, as if they had all the time in world. Then he released her lips and kissed her forehead. Slowly, he slid Olivia down the wall and down his body.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to walk straight!" Olivia said with a laugh.
Fitz grinned, still looking at her. Her face had the glow of a well fucked woman and he loved the fact that he was the one who put that look on her face.
"Next time we're in a rush, I know not to shower with you!" Olivia turned toward the water, now not as hot as it was when they first got in the show, and gave herself a quick after sex scrub. Fitz did the same. It wasn't until he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist that his brain computed Olivia's words.
"Next time?" Fitz was actually scared that this would be a one time—or rather, two time—thing between them. He had already planned some counterarguments to her arguments that they couldn't do this.
Olivia stepped out of the shower and dried herself with the tower Fitz handed her. She didn't even look at him when she said, "Yea, next time. Do you not want there to be a next time?" Olivia wasn't looking at him because she was nervous that he would say that a next time wasn't necessary. Fitz tipped her head up so that he could see her face. And he kissed her again, a chaste kiss but one full of meaning.
"I definitely want there to be a next time…and a time after that and so on."
Olivia grinned. "Ok then! Now, we really have to get ready!"
Fitz and Olivia sped through their routine of getting dressed. Once again, they danced around each other in the hotel room without issue. Olivia dressed herself swiftly, happy that the wrinkles had dropped out of her blouse. She combed out her hair and put it in a lower bun since some of it was wet and she didn't have time to blow dry it. She finished her makeup routine in record time.
Olivia turned around and found Fitz trying to fix his tie. She walked over to him and shooed him away and did it herself. When she was done, she kissed him full on the mouth and then wiped traces of her lipstick off of him. She grabbed her suitcases and walked toward the room door and then turned her head to look at Fitz.
"Bye Livvie," said Fitz. This was the first time Fitz called her Livvie, and Olivia couldn't help but like it.
"I'll see you soon." Olivia poked her head out of the door to see if anyone was in the hall. Luckily, the coast was clear and Olivia quickly made her way to her own hotel room. She hastily shoved the key in the card slot and got into her room. She put her suitcase on the luggage rack in the room and then unmade the bed and flatted some of the pillow in order to make the room look slept in. She grabbed her toiletry case and took it in the bathroom with her and left it on the counter. She ran the water in the sink and shower in order to make the room look used.
Right when she finished this, she heard a knock on her door. Olivia looked at her watch and saw that it was 6:55 am. Cyrus Beene was right on time.
A/N: First I want to thank EVERYONE for all of the reviews, particularly the reviews for chapter 8! I was a bit nervous about writing it, but I'm so happy it's been so well received.
One reviewer commented on Olivia talking during sex in Chap 8 and if the surveillance equipment picked up on it. With the way I wrote it, I'd say no. I purposely wrote it so that Olivia was talking really low. If you notice, I mentioned that Fitz said he wouldn't have heard her if his face weren't so close to hers.
Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how much longer this story will be...I have no clue yet! I'm figuring it out as I go. Suggestions are welcome (I won't guarantee anything, but I'll at least take things under advisement!).
Once again, thanks for the support. Please read and review! :-)
