Spill It
"I have to go" Olivia pulled herself up from his bed and stretched. She reached over and glanced at the clock sitting on his nightstand, it was almost six.
"No" his arms reached out from behind her and pulled her back onto the mattress. She laughed as she felt his hands wrap around her stomach tickling her softly.
"Stop it." she laughed.
"Stop what?" he replied innocently, Olivia felt her muscles tense as she felt his lips make contact with her spine, the wetness of his tongue leaving tracks down her back.
She closed her eyes and relished the softness of his kisses, "You act like I have a choice." she murmured
"You do." He responded huskily as he pulled her closer. His right hand drifted from her his stomach down to the area between her thighs. His fingers brushed over her bundle of nerves, teasing her before slipping inside. Olivia let out a gasp, she placed her hands over his in a weak attempt to stop him.
"Fitz this is irresponsible." She moaned.
"Then lets be irresponsible." He grinned, he palmed her slowly as she moaned and arched her body toward him. She gasped as she felt his palm slide in and out of her making her wet. Her hands, that were supposed to stopping him, were now guiding him inside her.
"Fitz" her voice was hoarse now.
In a moment, he sat up and pulled his fingers out of her which elicited a small noise from Olivia in disappointment. He pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her neck, biting her skin playfully. As soon as she felt her body make contact with his, her hands took a life of their own, stroking his shoulders and lacing them through his hair while her lips sought for his. As she pulled back for air, she saw that he was grinning from ear to ear with his "I-win" face. She giggled and pushed him back onto the bed.
"I take that to mean that you're staying?" he asked.
"No" she panted and pulled back, trying to steady herself.
"Really? That noise you were making before didn't sound like a no."
Liv picked up a pillow and threw it at him, he caught it immediately in midair, she could see his arm flex as he caught it.
"Nice try." He smirked.
"Okay Mr. President, tell me something." She leaned down to kiss him again as he sank down into the sheets again with a grin.
"Anything." He breathed as her lips made contact with his neck.
"How do you know Jake Ballard?" she asked, pulling back.
Olivia could've sworn that she saw him stiffen for a second before returning to his easy-going smile that she was so used too.
"You want to talk about another man while you're in bed with me?" he teased.
"Unless you're jealous?" She was testing him and he knew it.
She watched as his eyes studied her for a second, like he was trying to guess what she was thinking.
"What do you want to know?" he asked finally.
"How do you know him?"
"We were in the navy together. "
"Were you guys close?"
"I guess, I was his commanding officer." He shrugged before sitting up and reaching for his boxers that were on the floor.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "Why are you being vague?"
"I'm not."
She nodded, and turned her back from him and began to dress, knowing that he was staring at her. Fitz stopped her right when she clasped her bra. His hand covering hers and squeezing it before adding,
"Olivia, we met a long time ago, there's isn't much to say. I haven't talked to that guy in years."
"Okay I believe you." She smiled and removed his hand. She stood up and pulled up the dress she wore the night before.
"No you don't. I know that face. You don't believe me." he smirked as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and pulled his boxers up.
Olivia said nothing and instead asked him to help her with the dress. She turned her back toward him indicating that she needed help with the zipper. His hand pulled the zipper up and lingered at the nape of her neck. She softened at his touch.
"I don't know, its just way he looked at you last night. It was like he knew something about you." She said as she began looking for loose jewelry or undergarments she might have misplaced.
"We're friends, of course he knows stuff about me."
"No it was like you he knew something about you, a secret or something. I don't know if he was keeping it from you or for you. " She stopped, looking at him.
"You got all of that from one look?" he asked playfully.
Olivia shook her head; "I got that from your reaction."
"Very perceptive Olivia." He grinned.
"Maybe I should appoint you as our new Supreme Court judge. Then the government wouldn't have to spend so much money on mistrials." He added.
Olivia rolled his eyes "You clearly don't want to talk about it, so I'll just find out myself."
"Why are you so curious?" he asked, his voice losing the sense of humor.
"Why are you hiding something from me?" she shot back.
"I'm not." he replied defensively.
"I see you Fitz, I can read you like an open book, and don't you dare say it's a matter of National Security, because it's not and I would know."
"Then it shouldn't matter!" Fitz's voice rose.
"Okay." She turned from him and started walking toward the bathroom.
"Olivia, it's nothing. Just let it go!" Fitz exasperated.
"So there is something." Olivia stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at him.
"Olivia." He walked over to her to take her hand, but she snapped back.
"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm being paranoid. Tell me you're not hiding something from me."
Fitz looked away, he opened his mouth to say something, but didn't.
"Look at me Fitz." She pulled him by the shoulder and tilted his chin down to her. She forced his eyes to meet hers.
"You are not going to let this go aren't you?" he asked quietly.
She looked up at him, surprised by question, before responding,"No."
Fitz sighed and gestured at the bed, "You might want to sit down."
"I prefer to be standing."
Fitz sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, "Jake Ballard works for me."
She looked at him curiously, "What exactly does he do?"
"He does a variety of things, but he specializes in surveillance."
"You're going to have to be less cryptic than that. What did you ask him to do?"
Fitz looked like he was going to throw up, he shifted around on the bed uneasily, contemplating whether he should tell the truth. Olivia watched him expectantly as he slowly replied.
"I had you watched. When we broke up, I had Jake Ballard watch you."
There was a silence between them as he said those words.
"What does that mean?" her voice was strangely calm, even though she felt otherwise.
Fitz's face reddened, "It was a mistake Liv, I called it off immediately when I was on my way over to your apartment that night after the Caldwells."
"You had him on spy on me?" she asked incredulously.
"I made sure that all the footage had been destroyed."
"What is that supposed to mean? And what? That's suppose to make up for it?" her voice was steadily rising.
"I took care of it. It was a mistake and I'm sorry, but I made sure that all the surveillance footage had been destroyed." his voice was painfully small. He stood up and reached over to her, trying to touch her shoulder, but she flinched.
"And how would you know for sure?" she asked, stepping back toward the door.
Fitz sighed "You spoke to Tom the following morning didn't you?"
"You were asleep, how did you—" she asked in disbelief.
"Tom and I talk" Fitz interrupted.
"He said that he send the other agent home didn't he? Well he wasn't exactly telling the truth. Tom sent my other agent to Jake's apartment the following morning to check on the guys I sent the night before. He made sure that we confiscated anything Ballard had on you. It was a mistake Olivia."
"Does Jake know that we're having affair? Did he see us have-?"
"No, no the guys got there while we were still arguing, so nothing explicit." He said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"You broke into my house and set up cameras to watch me." She had meant for it to sound like a question, but it came out as a statement.
"Who did you send to clean it up?" Her voice was stoic, despite the fact she wanted to choke him right now.
Fitz's words started coming out in fragments as he struggled to find the right words to say, "Well, I have people who work under me who I trust. You know? For protocol—"
"You called the Secret Service to clean up your tracks."
Fitz said nothing.
"So at least what? Ten other people know that you were cheating on your wife before your divorce."
"I told them that it was a National Security matter. They didn't view the footage. Only Tom and I have access to it."
"Of course only you and Tom do." She replied sarcastically.
"Liv, it was a mistake. I'm sorry" he walked over to her and reached out for her hand.
"Also illegal." She added.
"Liv"
"No, do not touch me." She backed away from and glared at him.
"I can't believe you a hired a guy to SPY on me. You didn't have the right. You don't have the right! You said you trusted me!"
"I DO trust you Liv. I was just angry and it was a mistake." He tried to move closer to her, but she continued to walk further and further from him.
"How long did Jake Ballard spy on me?"
Fitz sighed, "Around the time we were broken up."
Liv stood there and glared at him, before asking,
"What did you think I was doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
Fitz closed his eyes and sighed, "I was wrong."
Did you think I was screwing another guy?"
"Liv" Fitz protested.
"You thought I was cheating on you didn't you? And you wanted to make sure that if you couldn't have me, nobody else could."
"Liv" his voice increasing in volume.
"So Jake Ballard knows that I'm screwing the President. You might as well tell the Secret Service and the Post while you're at it."
"Olivia, would you please just listen to me!" Fitz shouted.
"You're the President of the United States and you're using your secret service to spy on your girlfriend?" she shouted back.
Fitz opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't. Olivia took her things and headed toward the door to meet Tom.
"Olivia." He sighed, his voice was painfully soft.
She stopped at the door, her hand weighed heavily on the door handle.
"I have to go."
"Don't leave like this. Don't leave us like this."
Olivia twisted the knob and headed out of his room.