Seconds Of Pleasure

"It's a kiss in the morning sun. A few minutes of fun before you have to run. Before you have to run. It's all of the little things that you've done to ease my burden and my confusion. See, I hold on to the feeling cause I don't know when I will feel it again. I've become amused by the little things. Seconds of pleasure. Seconds of pleasure. Life's little treasures."—Van Hunt

Fitz hands covered Olivia's as they gripped the sheets together. He kissed the side of her neck as he thrust into her. Her soft whimpers encouraged him. His pace was slow, commanding her body. Fitz loved how responsive she was, even now as Olivia tried her best muffle her sounds by burying her face in the bed. Fitz showered her shoulders and back with kisses. He moved his hips in a circular motion, hitting a spot that had Olivia calling out for God. He smiled against her skin, enjoying the feeling of her gripping him.

"Please," she begged, unable to make a full request.

"Please what?"

"Do that again," she whimpered.

Fitz moved his hips in a circular motion again and Olivia chanted his name. He picked up his pace slightly. Still moving at a relatively slow pace, his thrust seemed deeper, each one making Olivia gasp.

"You're about come," Fitz said confidently, already being able to pick up on her tells after a night of lovemaking.

"Yesssss," Olivia moaned as she felt her orgasm begin to take over, "I'm coming."

Olivia gasped for air as her she rode the waves of her orgasm. Fitz slammed into her and everything went black. Olivia cried out as pleasure filled her body.

If Olivia could form words, she would have protested when Fitz pulled out of her but instead she whimpered. Fitz lifted up just enough to turn Olivia over. He felt a sense of pride at the look of bliss on her face. He was happy that he could put it there.

Fitz kissed her and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hi," he smiled down at her.

"Hi," she breathed out.

Without warning, Fitz entered her again.

"Holy shiiiiit," Olivia moaned.

Fitz kissed her, muffling her screams as he slammed into her. Olivia sucked on his tongue hungrily, pulling his bottom lip in between her teeth, she feasted on his lips until she needed air.

"Fuck," Fitz groaned letting his head fall to the pillow on the side of the Olivia's head.

He grinds into her. Olivia bit his ear and whispered that she was about to come again. He slammed into her and Olivia clenched around him as she came again. His thrust became erratic, and he couldn't hold it anymore and finally released himself inside of her.

They laid together for long moments, catching their breaths and coming down from their post-orgasmic high. After a minute or so, Fitz pulled out of her and rolled over to lay on the side of her.

After a few minutes of silence, Olivia said, "You're really at this."

"What, sex?"

Olivia nodded.

"You're not so bad, yourself," Fitz smiled at her, appreciating the compliment.

Olivia's eyes dropped and she gave him a weak smile.

"I was scared, nervous actually."

Fitz tilted her chin up so she could look at him. He saw uncertainty in her eyes.

Olivia dropped her face.

"I figured you probably had a lot of great sex before. I just wanted to be good for you."

Fitz lift her face so that she could look at him.

"I don't think it was possible that it would be bad."

"You've slept with models and a few groupies in your lifetime. I'm sure you've had way more sexually experienced women than me. Freaky women who will do weird shit because you have money."

Fitz laughed.

"I may have had a few super freaks in my life."

"I haven't. I've had good sex, great sex even but somewhere in the back of my mind I had a slight phobia about sex that has led to me not being as experienced as other women my age. Getting pregnant after only having sex twice kind of messes with your psyche, or at least it did with mine. I thought I was fertile Myrtle. It was you and I didn't have any sex for the first five years of Layla's life. I was on the pill before she was even one. I wasn't taking any chances. I didn't want God to get any ideas."

Fitz let out a loud hearty laugh.

"I'm sorry," he said in between laughs, "I know you're serious but–"

"It's ridiculous," she said.

"No," he quickly shook his head. He didn't want her to feel like her feelings weren't valid. "Only you would try to fix God's plan."

She giggled, "I guess you're right."

"You're so beautiful."

Olivia kissed him.

"You're not too bad yourself."

Fitz pulled her on top of him.

"I could lay here, like this with you forever."

She rested her head in the crook of his neck.

"Hold me tighter."

Fitz wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. They both were going to just enjoy the time that they had left together.

Olivia felt like such a bad host. Rochelle had been staying with her for a week and a half and Olivia spent of that time either working or with Fitz in person or on the phone. Rochelle never once complained. She was very understanding and even happy for Olivia but Olivia still felt that she was being a bad host. So Olivia opted to spend Rochelle's last few days in the city with her.

The two had planned on going to the amusement park with their children but Olivia's latest case, a friend of Abby's, made it so that the trip to the amusement park never happened.

Somehow their supposed outing with just the two of them and their children turned into a family event with Eli suggested that they go up to Lake Fairfax. Lake Fairfax 476 acre park in Reston, Va. The park included a 20-acre lake with fishing, a water park called the Water Mine family Swimmin' Hole, boat rentals, carousel, athletic fields, picnic areas with grills, a playground, restrooms, campgrounds, trails, and a skate park. It was something for everyone to do.
Her dad and uncle were fishing while her aunt and Valerie sat in the picnic area. Rochelle and the girls were all enjoying the water slides. Olivia laid on a pool chair, earbuds in tuning the world out. She wasn't really in the mood for a crowded pool experience. She laid there listening to music until she began to doze off.

Olivia felt the person standing over her before she could even get her eyes open. Someone pulled on of her earbuds out of her ear and she kicked at the person as her eye shot open.

Olivia was sure that Fitz couldn't see her eyes through her sunglasses so he had no idea she had been sleep.

"You tried to kick me," Fitz said still holding her foot that he had caught.

"Reflexes," Olivia pulled her foot away, "You woke me up and I didn't know what was going on."

Olivia didn't know how long she had been napping but it was long enough for a song change, maybe multiple song changes.

Fitz lifted her feet and took a seat on the chair with her.

"How can you sleep in a fun place like this?"

Olivia lifted up her sunglasses and let them rest in her hair.

"Easy. Earbuds, shades, and you just lay back and let it happen."

Fitz couldn't take his eyes off of her legs. He wanted to touch them but he was mindful that they were in a public place surrounded by kids of all different ages. He also wanted to respect her boundaries. They hadn't spoke about what those were but knowing that she was taking their relationship slow, he wasn't just going to touch her in public.

"Eyes up, mister."

"I can't help it. You have very amazing legs."

Olivia smiled at him.

"Layla called you?" She asked.

"No, actually your dad invited me."

"Really? He must like you."

"Everyone likes me. I am a very charming and lovable guy."

"Have you seen Layla?"

"Not yet. I left Derek with you dad and uncle. I think they were under the impression that I was going to go fishing. I don't-"

"Bathroom or car," she cut him off.

"What?"

"Bathroom or car," she repeated.

"Car."

"There is a red trashcan by the parking lot that entrance. Go there. I will be there in five minutes. If I'm not there in ten minutes that means something came up or someone came back and I couldn't leave."

"This is so sexy but also very fascinating."

"Go before someone sees you," she lifted her legs so that he could get up.

Fitz wanted to kiss her so badly in the moment but he couldn't. So he did as he was told and head to the red trashcan.

Twenty minutes later Fitz was walking back into the water park with the stupidest grin on his face. He didn't know if it was the riskiness of having sex in public or just the fact that he was excited to be back with Olivia again but he had never experienced sex like that before. Olivia had just giving him the best ten minutes of his life.

Fitz walked through the park in search of the picnic area where Olivia told them they had set up. He walked through one empty picnic area, and then another. He noticed a couple in the distance. They were in their own little world, and Fitz smiled at young love.

Fitz kept his distance as to not disturb their moment. As he got closer the young couple came into focus. His heart sank when he saw that the girl was his daughter. What appeared to be young love in the distance, now resembled a young man who wanted to die.

Fitz felt an anger rise up in him as he watched this boy touch his daughter. He moved her hair to the side and whispered something in her ear that made Layla giggle. Fitz didn't like the giggle. 'What the hell is so funny?' Fitz thought.

Fitz watched as the little fucker sat too close to Layla with one hand on her thigh.

'Why the hell is her bathing suit so little? Is she old enough to be out of one pieces? He wants to die. He is begging me to kill him.'

Fitz thoughts were getting away from him. To grab his daughter away from this bastard or beat his ass first? What was a new father to a teenage daughter to do?

It was like watching a bad movie play out in front of him. When his hands snaked around her waist and he tickled her side causing her to squirm closer towards him, Fitz had seen enough and decided to make his presence known.

"Layla," Fitz voice surprised all of them. It was forceful but measured.

"Dad!"

There was shock in her voice as the two put distance between themselves.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a shaky, surprised voice.

"What are you doing here?" He motioned between the two of them, referring to the situation not the location. "Who is this?"

"This is Dante."

Fitz looked at Dante. It was as if he was in a state of shock because he sat there unable to move. Fitz felt good that he was able to instill so much fear into him.

"Did he come here with you?" He asked Layla while still staring down Dante.

"I met him an hour ago," Layla answered honestly.

"Dante..."

"Yes, sir?"

"Why are you still here?"

"I..I..I don't-"

"Run, Dante."

Dante was a smart kid because he didn't have to be told twice. He took off heading in the direction of the water park.

Layla was mortified.

"Seriously?"

Fitz looked at her. Her attitude unfazed him.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

"You overreacted."

"I overreacted? Enlighten me. How am I supposed to act watching my fifteen year old daughter getting felt up by some boy?"

"I wasn't getting felt up. We were sitting here talking."

"His hand was on your thigh and he was whispering in your ears and touching your stomach. You may not know this but he was putting the moves on you. Getting felt up is not always a tit in the hand and an ass in the palm."

Fitz surprised himself because clearly they were about to have their first official blow up but he was not about to back down from her.

Layla rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes and give me attitude. You are young and a little naive about boys."

"Don't call me naive."

"It's true. You don't even realize the danger you put yourself in letting a stranger from another state who you just met feel you up."

"Isn't that how I got here? My mom let a stranger from another state feel her up," her voice was dripping with sarcasm, "Pot meet kettle."

'Damn she had a mouth on her,' Fitz thought.

"Your argument is weak. Are you trying to become a teenage mom?"

"You can't get pregnant from talking to someone."

"No you can't but you can get pregnant from being naive and thinking you know it all when you don't know shit. You don't even know when someone is putting the moves on you. You don't even realize that the actions you take, even the harmless ones are not always harmless to other people. You may have been talking and taking it as nothing but what happens next? What happens when this random boy touches in a way that you don't like? What happens when he thinks that because you let him touch you that you want more? Were you ready to speak up for yourself? Do you know how to say no or to tell a boy that you are uncomfortable?"

Fitz watched her demeanor soften. He was getting through to her. He was really good at this dad shit.

"Are you going to tell my mom?"

"Yes."

"We were out in the open. Nothing was going to happen. I was just having fun and talking to a guy that I was never going to see again."

"Okay. Well just explain that to your mom, just like you explained it to me."

Fitz stared at Olivia as she pulled a piece of steak off of her skewer and popped it into her mouth. He wondered how she could make everything look so sexy. He didn't want to anyone to notice his fixation on her so he looked down at his plate. Moving is potato salad around, he picked up a forkful and put it into his mouth.

He looked up in at the same time as she was putting a cherry tomato in her mouth. It was unintentional on her part but watch the tomato go into her mouth made his dick twitch.

"How do you that?"

"What?"

"Make everything so sexy. Even the simplest of things."

She smiled at him.

"I think you're the only one who thinks that."

Fitz looked down at his plate again.

"We shouldn't be over here alone."

"You can't handle sitting at a table with me?"

"I am very attracted to you and now that we have engaged in sexual activity, it's all I can think about."

"I love your honesty."

Needing to change the subject before their conversation turned explicit, Fitz figured now was the perfect time talk about what happened with Layla earlier.

"Has Layla ever had a boyfriend before?"

Slightly taken aback by the change of subject, Olivia shook her head.

"No. Why'd you ask?"

"Today when I was walking back towards the picnic area and I saw her with some boy. They were really cozy. Like inappropriately cozy."

"She's never been boy crazy. She is more into her activities than boys. Since Layla started high school she has done two things that could be looked at as rebellious but she always has a reason and it's something that she is passionate about so I never got mad about it."

"What did she do?"

"Well one was skipping school to go meet you. The other was she participated in a student walk out."

Fitz was impressed.

"Define cozy," Olivia said.

"His hand was on her thigh. He was whisper in her ear and one time he tickled her on her side so that folded in to him."

"She did what?"

Olivia was surprised by her daughter's behavior. Olivia looked around and for her daughter. When she spotted Layla, Layla had been staring at them. Olivia motioned for her to come over.

"What are you going to say?" Fitz asked.

"I'm going to kill her. I'm not raising a daughter who lets random a random boy feel her up. I know that she is at the age when she gets into boys. But to go from never even having crush to letting some stranger touch her. That is one hell of an escalation that we are going to nip in the bud."

When Layla made it to the table, she said down beside her dad and started immediately.

"Wasn't the beef skewers delicious. I had like four of them. Uncle Ray really good on the grill. I'm going to get him to teach me one day," Layla made an attempt to lead the conversation.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"So you didn't like the skewers?"

Olivia gave Layla a look and Layla knew that it was time to drop the façade.

"In my defense I want say that I got caught up in the moment. Being away from home and waiting in line for the water slide, I met a new friend and at the time I didn't see the problem in talking with someone who I would never see again."

"Do you know how old he was? Where is he from? What's his last name? Was he here alone? With family? Friends?"

"I don't know," Layla answered lowly.

"Layla Grace Pope, I really need you to use your brain and act like I have taught you something over the last fifteen years of your life. You don't go off alone with boys especially boys who you don't know. It's a big ass park. What if he suggested that guys take a hike and then you went missing or more friends of his appeared out of nowhere and you got attacked?"

Layla didn't say anything and Olivia didn't need her too.

"I don't know what has gotten into you lately but for some reason you think that you are grown. You're not. If you wouldn't behave in a certain way at home or around me, then don't do it."

Watching Olivia chastise Layla, Fitz felt slightly guilty about bringing this up now. He knew that it was necessary, everything that Layla was hearing was for her own good but it still wasn't something he enjoyed watching.

"We're not done talking about this," Olivia said ending her reprimand.

Layla nodded and stood.

"Give me your phone and apologize to him," Olivia motioned towards Fitz. Layla and Fitz stared at Olivia and Olivia said, "I know you, Layla. I know that you said something out of line while you were trying to talk your way out of it. You test him way more than you test me because he's nice since he is still getting use to the parenting thing. That stops today. Talk to him like you would talk to me. Now apologize."

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you with my words and actions," Layla said sincerely.

"Apology accepted."

Layla walked away. When she was a safe distance away and Fitz was sure she couldn't hear him, he turned to Olivia.

"I know that it shouldn't have been but that was sexy as hell."

Olivia laughed.

"You really got in there."

"She is a good kid. She's just that age," Olivia sighed, "I'm glad you're here."

Fitz smiled at her, his heart warming at her words.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Olivia Pope had a commanding presence. No matter the size of the room, she could grab and hold your attention. She was skilled in many areas but she excelled in coming up with strategies to help her clients out of sticky situations. Olivia had formed a hard shell when it came to working, she had to with all the back alley deals she had been a part of. She was no nonsense and made the hard decisions that no one wanted to make. Olivia had earned the title the formidable Olivia Pope for a reason. But as she sat in front of her client Karen King, Olivia felt like she was going to break.

Karen King was a successful attorney whose life work was spent doing activism for women's right. She worked with nonprofits that helped women in abusive relationships get the help they needed to get away. Karen King was one of the good guys. She didn't serve the shit storm that was about to come her way.

Abby had recommended Olivia to Karen after someone linked her to a long list of women who had slept with a local senator. Karen was one on a growing list that at the moment consisted of twelve women that the senator had cheated on his wife with. Karen's story was being picked up because she had an eight year old daughter and their supposed affair matched the time frame that would make senator Edgar Allen the father of Karissa King.

This case was personal to Olivia because Karen was a friend of Abby's and as a mother herself, Olivia knew the need to protect your child. She was not about to let eight year old Karissa get lost in all of this.

Olivia required her that all her clients be completely honest with her. She could not help them if she did not know all of the facts. The facts of Karen's case was that Edgar Allen was the father of Karissa but not because they had an affair. Karen was a young, fresh out of college twenty eight year old when she went to work at Edgar Allen's office. She loved her job but hated that he always flirted with her and tried to make passes with her. It was an amazing opportunity so she stayed at the job for two years. It turned out to be one of the worse mistakes of her life because one night while working late, Edgar had sexually assaulted her.

Karen was paid one hundred thousand dollars as hush money and giving a great bonus when she quit. She had never came forward because she worried about her career. Then she found out she was pregnant and her life became all about her child. She spent the last seven years working on women's rights issues and helping with who were the victims of domestic abuse and sexual violence. Her whole life's work has been to help women because she felt like she couldn't help herself without ruining her reputation.

"So you're telling me that my options are to be known as a young slut who slept with a married man and got pregnant or have my daughter be know that she is a product of rape?"

Olivia nodded.

"I know that this is a tough decision for you. Either way, we can spin this."

"How? My daughter is either going to see me as a slut or a hypocrite. Either I can't keep my skirt down or I'm a coward for not standing up for myself."

"You are neither. You are a woman who was in an impossible situation."

"I was a coward. I took the money. I took the money because I felt like at least I was getting something for getting fucked. I was getting something and I was going to be able to live as I healed. I sold my soul to the devil and now I am paying for it."

"You did nothing wrong. You weren't a coward, he was. He took advantage of you and countless other women. He abused his power and he should pay for what he has done."

"She is just a little girl. This is going to break her. Not knowing who your father is, is bad enough without finding out that you were a mistake that was never supposed to happen."

Olivia understood more than Karen would ever know. She sympathized with her and without getting too personal, Olivia decided to share with Karen.

"I'm going to share something with you and I never share. But I sympathize with you because our situations are similar but very different. I have a daughter who recently met her father. I had a fling with a guy while on vacation before I started college. I got pregnant and I took care of my daughter by myself because I was scared and in denial. Recently they met each other and have be working on their relationship. It was hard. My daughter hated me when she found out. I've made some terrible decisions in my life but everything that I have done since becoming a mother was with my daughter in mind," Olivia stated, "It will hurt. This will get messy and be really bad but your daughter has you. This will not break her. I won't let it."

Karen looked at Olivia.

"You think that I should tell the truth?"

"Yes. The truth is that a young career women was raped. Fearing what this could potentially do to her and her career, she took money and left her job. She became pregnant as a result of her rape and has worked tirelessly for the last seven years to help women and children who were also the victims of physical and sexual abuse. You are a hero, Karen. You are a strong, powerful woman," Olivia looked her directly in her eye, "I can't lie to you and say that this will be easy. The media are vultures. The internet is full of cowards who hide behind screen names and troll and spread hate. Your darkest secrets will begin to come to light. People will say awful things about you and your daughter. But you have the truth on your side. The truth is what will endure you. It will keep your career in tact and Karissa will see you as a strong, amazing, brave woman."

"I'm not ready for all of this."

"I know. I don't think anyone can ever truly be ready for a media storm. The story is going to come out. The only thing we can do is get ahead of it."

"You want me to do an interview?"

"You have to. You have to get out ahead of this and tell your story before the press gets a chance to make of their own version of what happened."

Seeing the worry on Karen's face, Olivia quickly added, "I will prep you. It will be an exclusive interview on primetime the day before the news is supposed to break."

Karen didn't respond immediately. Olivia knew that she was processing everything. Her world was about to fall apart.

"Okay. I trust you. Whatever you think is best. I'll do it."

"How was your day?"

"Horrible."

"Why? What happened?"

"It's just work stuff," Olivia said.

She tried to downplay it but Fitz could sadness in her voice.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"About work?"

"Yeah."

"You do know what I do for a living, right?"

"I do."

"No one ever asks me about work."

"Really? Why is there some unwritten rule that says no one can ask you about your day at work?"

"I guess there is. Most people know that since I fix messes and stop potential scandals that work talk is off limits."

"That sucks."

"That's life."

"Do you have a therapist?"

"Do you think I need one?"

"No. It's just, I guess I'm thinking that your job has to get to you sometimes. The things you know, the secrets you have to keep, and it has to be exhausting."

"Surprisingly, I'm really good at keeping it together. I don't get emotionally attached. I learned early on that there is no place for emotions in business, especially the DC politics business."

"Everyone needs someone to talk to though. If you hold it in, you are going to explode."

"I'm going to talk to wine and homemade pizza."

"I'm coming over."

"Okay," there was a smile in Olivia's voice. "Layla will like that."

"You will like that."

"I'm hanging up."

"See you in a little bit."

Olivia ended the call and finished setting out everything for her homemade pizza.

Layla looked at the spread on the kitchen island. Flatbread, chicken breast, Italian sausage, mushrooms, broccoli, spinach, tomato, mozzarella cheese, olives, roasted red peppers, and pesto sauce covered the space. Layla could tell that her mother must have had a bad day at work. She wasn't aware if her mother noticed it or not but every time something stressful happened at work or she felt like she was going to lose a case, Olivia cooked, a lot, way more than the two of them could eat.

"You've really outdone yourself, mom."

Olivia shrugged, "I was craving pizza."

"We're not going to be able to finish all of this."

"Your dad's coming so we'll be fine. Any leftovers, I can bring to the office tomorrow, maybe you can have lunch with grandpa."

"I think I'm going to eat in my room."

"Why?"

"I don't feel well."

"What's wrong?"

"My head hurts so I'm just going to take a little to eat and go sleep it off."

"Be honest. What's wrong?"

"I'm not in the mood to be around my dad."

"Why?"

"I keep embarrassing myself in front of him and I just don't want to face him right now. If I don't see him again until I go back to school that would be great."

"You don't mean that."

"Maybe I don't but I keep thinking about the park and how mortified that I am and I just can't be around him right now."

"He loves you. There is nothing that you can do to change that."

"Please mom," Layla said meekly.

"I can tell him not to come."

"No. Don't do that."

"He's coming over to spend time with you."

Layla sighed.

"Stay. We'll see how things go. If something feels awkward for you just pull me to the side and we can talk about it or you can go upstairs if you want."

"Okay," Layla reluctantly agreed.

"You worry too much because of me but I promise you, things will be great."