A/N: Sorry I'm 2 days late posting this chapter. Life interrupted. Blame Clinton and Obama. I was watching the Democratic convention.

Anyway, a lot of you liked the last chapter. Yay! Thanks! It was a fun one to write. To those of you worried that JR is going to turn out to be on Team Mellie, don't worry, he's wearing a white hat. Story has got enough villains or potential villains without adding a new one to the mix at this point.

So let me set the scene for what you're about to read. This chapter takes place right after Fitz and Liv have their talk with JR. Olitz are now in Fitz's bedroom at Blair House getting ready for bed when we pick up their conversation. This bedroom is presidential, meaning it's big, so there's a sofa in this room, in addition to all the other regular bedroom furniture.

Olivia got a bit of a head start getting ready for bed because Fitz allowed her to use the bathroom first. So she's wearing one of Fitz's Navy tees and underwear while Fitz is just starting to get undressed but still has on his shirt and pants at this point.

Fitz is still in a little bit of shock that JR surrendered so easily without a fight, so he asks Olivia what did she and JR talk about before he (Fitz) arrived home that evening. So this chapter begins at that point of the conversation.

Btw, (Fitz + Liv) x (couch + mirror + king size bed) = Playtime

You've been warned. :)

Chapter 20: Playtime

"What did you say to him?"

"Well he said you getting a divorce would change the course of human history and ruin our country for decades to come…"

"Oh no, he didn't! You're exaggerating!" Fitz said smiling.

"… and I told him that he was a crusty, burnt out shell of an old man who couldn't remember what it felt like to be madly in love."

"Oh, Liv, no, you didn't!" Fitz said laughing hysterically.

"Oh, yes, I did! And he had the same reaction that you had the very first time we met on the campaign trail. Remember how I told you in front of everyone that you were stuck in a cold, dead marriage?"

"Oh my god!"

"Yeah and JR had the exact same reaction you did – his jaw dropped to the floor and then he immediately fell in love with me," Olivia said smugly. "Like father, like son."

"Ew," Fitz said with mock disgust. "JR would be seriously robbing the cradle if he hooked up with you. He's way too old for you."

"Ha! Look who's talking!" Olivia replied, laughing.

"What? What are you saying? That I'm old? Huh? Huh?" Fitz said tickling her. Olivia giggled and squealed as he tickled and wrestled her. She squirmed her way into his arms in a spooning position on the couch.

"Funny, I don't hear you complaining about my age when I do this…" as his lips lightly brushed the nape of her neck. "Or when I do this," his voice slid inside her ear as his hand reached under the T-shirt to massage her breasts and tease her nipples. "Or even when I do this," his voice dropped down to a low, sexy whisper as he pushed his manhood, which was rapidly hardening, up against the small of her back.

"Oh, Fitz," Olivia responded in a hushed whisper as his kisses and touches ignited a flame that was beginning to heat up her core. She turned around so that they were facing each other and her mouth reached up to meet his. What started as a gentle pressing of the lips quickly grew very passionate as Fitz deepened the kiss and started making love to her mouth with his tongue.

Olivia tore her mouth away from his and panted, "I want you, I want you more than I can show you."

Fitz looked intensely at her, his beautiful grey eyes smoldering with desire. "I like the sound of that," he said running his hand along her thigh. "Why don't you try to show me?"

"You mean like this?" Olivia got up and straddled his thighs. Then, she began to unbutton his shirt. Starting at his forehead and working her way down, she peppered his face, neck and chest with soft tender kisses. Once his shirt was off, she ran her hands appreciatively over his firm hairy chest and then down over his washboard abs.

Fitz leaned forward to pull her in to him and began to feverishly kiss her but Olivia was having none of that. She pushed his upper body back against the couch to make room for the intense need she had at that moment to worship his cock. She unzipped his pants and released his throbbing manhood from its cotton chamber. She slid down to a kneeling position and made a few initial licks along the crown and shaft of his penis before she placed the tip of its piping-hot head into her mouth. Slowly her mouth took in his fully erect member, inch by precious inch. Fitz exhaled deeply. "Oh, Liv…"

The sight of Olivia's beautiful bee stung lips wrapped around his manhood mesmerized Fitz and turned him on even more. God, how many times had he imagined this scene when he woke up with a hard-on and now here was his woman doing exactly what he had always wanted. Olivia grasped the base of his cock with her hand and then bobbed her head up and down as she attacked his thick rod with her tongue, lips and mouth, switching up the tempo to keep Fitz's ultimate release firmly under her control. "Livvie, don't stop," came his command in a hoarse whisper.

Olivia obliged, taking his rock hard cock deeper inside her mouth. Fitz's head rolled to the side as he lay back against the couch. A wave of pleasure began to build inside him. Through half-opened eyes he caught their reflection in the bedroom's full-length mirror. The sight of Olivia going down on him and greedily gobbling his cock was transporting him to a state of ecstasy.

When Olivia stopped for a moment, Fitz stood up and then put his hands in her hair to position her head exactly back where it belonged, with her wet hot mouth draped around his throbbing manhood. He arched his back and pumped his dick in and out of her mouth while holding her head in place. Olivia's fingernails clawed into the back of his thighs and Fitz dropped back down on the couch only to find his dick under attack once again as Olivia's lips, mouth and tongue continued their oral assault.

With a free hand, she reached down and began to gently massage his balls. Deep guttural groans escaped from Fitz's open lips as he sank further down in the couch. Olivia's sweet mouth released his inflamed rod and then worked her way down to his scrotum where her tongue went to work licking and sucking his love sack. The incredible sensations that her tongue was causing in his nether regions almost drove Fitz over the edge and he could feel that he was about to explode in her mouth. But he didn't want to come just yet.

He swiftly grabbed Olivia by the shoulders and pulled her up from her kneeling position. His abrupt maneuver caught her by surprise and she let out a little squeal. Her surprise turned into excitement when Fitz scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He threw her down and she landed with a bounce toward the middle of the kingsize bed. Fitz grabbed her by the ankles and roughly pulled her down to the edge of the bed. Olivia trembled. The large thick beast that her mouth had awakened and unleashed was rigidly pointing directly at her.

Fitz spread her legs apart and then quickly entered her pushing himself all the way up to the hilt. "Oooh," Olivia moaned as he penetrated her. Fitz, lubricated by her feminine juices, plowed smoothly in and out of her and then began to pick up the pace.

Olivia gripped his forearms, totally lost in a sea of exquisite sensations, as her body twisted and arched from his thrusts. She felt her bliss building with each massage of her walls and clit. She shouted Fitz's name, which drove him into a frenzy. They were both close, very close to coming. With a few more powerful strokes, Olivia's orgasm erupted and Fitz's whole body spasmed as he finally got his release. He collapsed on top of her, their hot sweaty bodies sticking together. She wrapped her arms around him and then moments later he rolled off her onto his side. They scooted up and away from the edge of the bed to its center and then laid back down.

"Livvie, that was incredible," Fitz said as his hand caressed her thigh. "You make me come so hard."

She smiled sweetly as she looked at him. He pulled her in close. She felt so right in his arms. In that moment Fitz thought of what a difference a day makes because the previous night Olivia had gotten so anxious and nervous that she walked out on him leaving him sad and lonely his first night at Blair House.

Now, 24 hours later, here she was with him, in his bed, tucked safely by his side. No drama. No worries. They could just be together, alone, in their own little utopia. These moments were like water and oxygen for him. He needed them to live.

They lay like that, quietly, for several minutes before Fitz finally spoke. "Livvie?"

"Yes, baby?" Olivia replied, her voice already beginning to sound a little sleepy as the Sandman was fast approaching.

"Livvie, don't ever leave me, OK?" Fitz simply said.

"Never."

A/N: OK, playtime is officially over. What will tomorrow and the dawning of a new day bring for Fitz and Olivia? Back to reality, I'm afraid.

Anyway, thank u for reading and reviewing. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Until next time,

Neo