A/N: This is a 5x04 post-ep, because that little bit of their reunion at the very end was nowhere near enough ;-)
Olivia doesn't need to be protected, or saved.
But as soon as she's in his presence she can't help but feel a sense of calm.
It's not because he's a man, and it's not because there are multiple secret service agents surreptitiously surrounding them as they eat a late dinner.
It's because he's her man.
Her Fitz.
Her home.
The restaurant is closed and they're eating in a corner booth, hidden from prying eyes. They'll have more public dates later, she knows, but tonight they're tucked away together as they sip wine and share rich steak, smooth, whipped potatoes, and crisp Caesar salad.
It's the most fun they've had in a long time.
She lets him tease her, and tell her corny jokes that make her giggle. She drinks a little too much and lets herself relax, lets his hand wander beneath her long sweater to rest on her thigh, thumb tracing delicate circles that make her warm and tingly.
After they've finished eating, she's nursing the last few sips of her wine, head resting on his shoulder.
"Thank you for this," Liv says quietly, tipping her chin up, looking at him sincerely, "Thanks for coming to get me."
Fitz tenderly brushes the back of his index finger down the bridge of her nose. "I've never apologized for loving you, and I'm not going to start now. I never should have let you sit in your apartment alone for as long as I did—"
"—it was my choice to do that," she interrupts, absently swirling her wine, nudging closer into his side.
"I know," he says gently, "But I knew you were hurting. I was too."
Her silence, and the way she tips her head back against him speaks for itself.
Tipping her chin up again, she sets her glass down and smiles warmly. "Well, we're here now."
Drawing him into a slow kiss, she sighs happily, cupping the back of his neck with her left hand, fingers rubbing through his soft curls. Fitz pulls her closer, as close as he can without actually lifting her into his lap, his breath catching when her other hand slips under his shirt.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
She shakes her head. "Mmm-mmm. Take me to the White House, Mr. President."
Fitz grins at her playful tone, her use of his favorite nickname. "All of those reporters are gonna know you didn't come home."
"I don't care," she whispers against his open lips, "I don't care about them. They're going to be standing outside in the cold all night, waiting for me, like idiots, and I'm going to be elsewhere, having amazing sex."
He laughs and groans simultaneously, leaning in to murmur against her ear. "I missed you. It's only been a few days, but—"
His voice is making her wet, making heat swirl low in her belly, and she just wants him.
"—too long, it's always too long," she whines, kissing him with a little more urgency.
Eventually, Fitz ushers her out of the booth, and secret service ushers both of them back into the car.
He keeps her close as they meander through the White House hallways toward the Residence, leaning in to nuzzle her ear every so often, fighting the urge to slide his hand down to squeeze her ass.
"Come here," he murmurs when they're finally in the elevator, pressing her back against the wall.
He's everywhere, his hands untying her sweater to slide underneath it, his scent in her nose, his tongue in her mouth, his erection against her stomach, and suddenly she's completely overwhelmed with love for him. She's overwhelmed by how safe he makes her feel, with his ability to know what she needs, what she really needs. She hadn't realized how badly she's needed him lately until he'd shown up, whisking her away from it all, unashamed.
He's shown up for her tonight.
He's showing her how much he loves her, and it makes her chest tighten with emotion as she kisses him fiercely. Olivia knows that he loves her, she knows that, but when he shows her so unabashedly…it's almost too much to wrap her mind around.
The doors open and they carefully navigate their way out, tongues still intertwined, walking somewhat awkwardly toward the bedroom. They bump into another wall, and Liv moans quietly as he presses her into it and starts to kiss her neck. His hands have worked their way underneath her tank top, his mouth is making her core throb, and he smells so good, and she just loves him so much—
"Hey, hey…"
She doesn't realize she's getting choked up until he pulls away in concern, holding her face between his palms, breathing hard as he looks into her glassy eyes.
"What?" he asks softly, rubbing his thumb over her lips, blue eyes hazy with desire and concern.
Olivia shakes her head, wrapping her arms around his back to pull him against her, blinking her tears away.
"I'm fine, I…"
Pausing to breath, she rubs her hands over his back, tipping her forehead to rest against his.
"I love you."
She doesn't say it often, and his breath catches every time she does, but when she says it like that?
Soft, warm, and so sure…
Fitz presses into her, kissing her slowly, thoroughly, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
"Love you so much…"
Sliding his hands around her ass he picks her up, catching her gasp in his mouth as she wraps her legs around his hips. He's thick and hard between her thighs, and it makes her whimper and grind her clit against him, completely unashamed of how badly she needs him.
They make much quicker progress toward the bedroom this way, and it's much easier for her to drive him crazy when she's not walking backward.
"Livvie, if you don't stop that I'm gonna drop you," he groans, hands squeezing the supple flesh of her bottom.
Olivia smiles around his earlobe, flicking her tongue over it, sucking gently while her fingers tease his other ear. "No, you won't."
He growls, dropping her on the edge of the bed and immediately working to get her naked from the waist down.
"Fuck," she whimpers, all the breath rushing from her chest when he drops to his knees, when his mouth finds her core.
His tongue feels too good, so good that she's backing away involuntarily, whimpering as his hands palm her bare hips, pulling her back to him and holding her there. The first few moments are always intense when he just goes for it like that, when he doesn't tease, when he unapologetically launches an attack with his mouth.
Both of her hands tangle in his hair, thighs trembling as she squirms into the firm, wet pressure. He moves with her, lets her writhe and arch her back, flicking his eyes up every so often to watch her pant helplessly.
"Fitz…Fitz…right—oh…"
And that's when she knows tonight is going to be one of those nights. He's going to make her fall apart tonight, he's going to devastate her in the best way possible, and she's going to let him.
He makes her come, an orgasm that pulses through her in waves that seem to go on forever. Her mouth stretches open in a silent scream, brow furrowed, hands pulling at his hair, panting and whimpering as he works her over.
"Oh my god…oh…baby, come up here."
"Mmm…you sure?" he teases, lips rubbing over her clit as he talks, "I think you can—"
Fitz grunts when she tugs on his hair, so abrupt with the movement that he nearly falls on her with all of his weight.
"I want you inside of me," she whispers, cradling his face, drawing his bottom lip between her teeth, "Now."
He grins against her mouth, sliding his hands underneath her tank top to pull it off.
"So demanding tonight," he murmurs, removing her bra, teasing her nipples, "Turn over, pretty girl."
His eyes darken when she crawls forward on the bed, stretching her arms up around a pillow, making herself comfortable on her stomach. She waits while he strips his clothes off, moaning softly as he rubs his hands over her ass, up her back, delighting in the softness of her skin.
"So fucking beautiful…"
And then he's nudging her thighs up a little bit, dropping onto his forearms and clasping her hands, groaning low in his chest as he presses inside her.
"Baby…"
He nuzzles the hair away from her neck, her cheek, until she turns her face toward him for a few soft kisses.
And then he starts to rock his hips against her, slow and steady.
Her back curls and she presses her forehead into the pillow, moaning, squeezing his hands.
"Don't stop," she pants softly, "Don't ever stop…"
Safe.
"I need…I can't…"
The mounting pressure is too heavy, too much, too good.
"No," he breathes quietly, his voice raspy and soft, "Shh…"
It's meant to be soothing but it's erotic, unbelievably arousing. Her clit throbs harder, and her muscles clench around him, involuntarily. Fitz gasps, cock twitching inside her as he stills for a moment, picking up his rhythm again after he's gotten himself under control.
She's warm, flushed, shaking, tingling with pleasure that fans across her hips, settles heavy and throbbing between her thighs. Her mind is blissfully empty, her vision blurred and littered with bright spots. The only tangible things are his smell, their smell, the stretch and pressure of his erection, his breath against her neck, his groans as he thrusts inside of her, slowly, for endless minutes.
She doesn't come until he wants her to, until he moves in just the right way. And then she's falling, finally, breathing hard, nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave marks. He yanks his hands from her grip when he comes inside her with a shout, holding her hips, hugging his arms around her.
Safe.
He spreads the blankets over them and pulls her against his chest, holding her the way she'll never admit that she loves, that she needs.
"That was the best first date ever," she mumbles, drifting off.
He smiles.
A/N: This was another fun one to write! Let me know what you thought!
