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It's was early Monday morning when Fitz strutted down the hallway to his office.
"Good morning Sarah, how's the family," he said casually.
"Hey Bob, I heard Sheila left, take it from me, the first marriages never work, am I right?"
Fitz didn't wait for an answer, he just kept walking, grinning widely as he greeted his staff.
"Terry-Ann, how's the clean water initiative coming along, you know what, email me."
"Yes sir."
"Craig, stop by the office sometime, let's chat."
"Absolutely Mr. President."
Fitz continued whistling his way down to the oval.
"Morning Charlotte," he said with a smile.
"Morning Mr. President."
"How are the girls?"
"They're good, Samantha just got engaged and Jenny is almost done with college, thanks for asking."
"You got it."
Charlotte tried to stifle a laugh, she found his behavior odd.
When he walked into his office he was greeted by a hot cup of coffee on his desk and he immediately went for it, beside it was a stack of briefing papers he needed to read before his 9:30am security briefing.
He flipped the first page and pulled out his cell and dialed Olivia, he figured he could chat with her while he read. The phone almost went to voicemail before she picked up.
"Morning," she said through a yawn.
"Morning, I missed you last night."
"I missed you too but I mostly slept through the day anyways. Where are you, are you in the residence?"
"I'm in the oval, it's almost 8."
Olivia checked the time on her phone.
"Oh shit, I didn't realize."
Fitz smiled.
"What are you doing today, are you coming by the White House?"
"No, I'm going to New York, Sahara's birthday is tomorrow and I have to help out with her party and I wanted to take her out this evening maybe to Chuck E. Cheese or something, I haven't decided yet."
"You didn't tell me you were going to New York."
"Actually I did, you just didn't wanna hear it."
"Dammit, you told me last week, I forgot, how long are you gonna be gone?"
"I'll be back on Wednesday."
Fitz sighed.
"That's a long time."
"It's barely three days."
"More like three years, what time are you going to the airport?"
"I'm driving but I'm gonna leave at 10 so I can get there around 2:30 or 3, depending in the traffic."
"Okay, just uhm - call me before you leave."
"Don't worry, I know the drill baby."
Fitz chuckled.
"So you didn't do anything last night after I called?" He asked.
"I mean, I watched tv and ate stuff, I did a little online shopping, the new Jonathan Simkhai collection was just too good to pass up and I also got Sahara some stuff from Toys r us, a whole bunch of bubble guppies and minnie mouse crap that she's obsessed with. I express shipped it so it should get there by her birthday."
Fitz laughed.
"If I remembered your goddaughter's birthday was coming up I would have gotten her something."
"No, she's spoiled enough and plus I got her enough for both of us."
"Take pictures, I wanna see pictures."
"Will do Mr. President, by the way what's Gerry up to?"
"He practically spent the entire evening in the oval with me yesterday, doing homework and catching up."
"Aww your such a great dad, I love how you make time for him."
"Great enough to father your children in the future?"
Olivia smiled.
"We'll just have to see won't we."
Fitz took a sip of his coffee.
"How did you fare last night without me? This morning? I know how you love to wake up with erections in the mornings." Olivia teased.
"Oh god don't get me started, I was a mess this morning but you know, I've never been happier."
"I wonder what in the world could make you so happy."
"You know, before we actually started having sex, I really couldn't think about anything else, oh the torture, especially the way you used to tease me and now-"
"It's better?"
"It's worse," he said with a chuckle.
She laughed and shook her head.
"How is it worse, we've had sex before you know what it's like."
"That's the problem, I know what's it like and it's great and that's why I can't stop thinking about it. Yesterday, I had a 20 minute conversation with the founder of the Liberty network at the luncheon and I have no idea what we talked about. All I could think about was how you managed to get your ass so round and so perfect. I've never been an ass man but it's just so soft and firm at the same time, I just was slap and bite into like a damn steak."
"Well you can slap it and bite it all you want when I get back from New York on Wednesday."
"You mean next year cause that's what it feels like."
"I mean Wednesday you spoiled man baby."
Cyrus strutted into the office with his assistant Ethan.
"Shit, Cy is here, can I call you after my briefing."
"Yeah sure, I need to get ready anyways."
He waited for her to hang up and then placed his phone in his desk.
"Morning Cyrus, Ethan."
"Morning Mr. President," Ethan responded,
"Uhm Ethan can we have a second, I'll call you when I need you," said Cyrus.
"Sure, I'll be in my office."
Ethan turned and headed out, Cyrus walked over and sat by Fitz's desk.
"Everyone in the hall is wondering why you're in such a good mood."
"I'm in a good mood? I mean it's a pretty normal morning."
"Even yesterday, you were happier than a turkey the day after thanksgiving."
"If I was, I don't see how that's a bad thing."
"It's not, in fact, it's a great thing, I thank Olivia for it because we both know it's her, right?"
"She makes me happy, I don't know what to tell you. What's going on, do you not like her or something, I thought you were over that?"
"I like her but we have to think politically."
That was enough to wipe the smile right of Fitz's face, he felt like he knew where Cyrus was headed and he didn't have the patience for it. Cyrus realized Fitz sudden change in demeanor.
"Don't worry, I think you'll like what I have to say, after everything that happen when she was taken, I know she's here to stay. That being said election is coming up next year and I have to admit I'm a little worried, our far right base won't like it but we can steal a lot of democratic votes, you're definitely moderate enough, in fact I think that's gonna be a big plus. Now if we are going to do that, we are going to have to roll her out in grand fashion, we are going to have to PR the hell out of this. The good thing is- and I know this sounds bad but as far as black women go you couldn't have picked a better one, she's the doctor who saved both you and your son, she's brilliant, does she have one of the highest IQ's in the world?"
Fitz smiled.
"Yes and that IQ score was from when she was 12, it might be higher now."
"Good, she's pretty, she's wealthy in her own right so no one can say she's with you for your money, she's old enough, she's respected in her field, she's a humanitarian, she got kidnapped by terrorist during a doctors without borders trip for god sake, that's a lot of political capital and pity points. The suicide attempt will be a problem but we can chalk it up to ptsd."
"I'm surprised you're being so proactive."
"Well, it's been a long time since the divorce and people are beginning to worry that their president might have blue balls, so we need a date, a very public date, preferably once Gerry is up and walking again which will be when?"
"A week or so at most."
"Perfect, we need to plan something, I'll have one of the aides come up with some ideas and you can choose from that."
"It's funny you say that because I actually had been planning something, I planned to ask her out next week."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I thought I'd have Randy cruise the yacht down to the marina so we could sail out to the bay and have a nice dinner."
"No, what I have a said Fitz, we do not remind people that you are rich, you're not gonna take your girlfriend on your private yacht the size of a house and it's not public enough, we need pictures of you gushing over her in public, with people watching."
"I wanted something more private and romantic, I didn't want it to be a big show."
"Romance, I thought you guys had enough of that on Saturday?"
Fitz chuckled.
"How do you know that?"
"It's not hard to guess, I'm sure you guys weren't knitting all day."
"We were knitting something alright," Fitz joked.
"Ahh spare me the details. I'll have some options on your desk so we can plan this thing."
"I don't want a dog and pony show Cyrus, I want a nice, normal date and if you make into some big farce, I'll go back to planning it myself. In fact, I'm still gonna plan my option so we can have a backup plan. I've been waiting to take her out for a long time, I want it to be nice."
"Okay, I hear you."
Cyrus checked his watch.
"Come on, intelligence briefing is coming, make sure you finish up with your packets."
Fitz sighed.
"I'm not a child Cyrus, I've been reading these for years and I've always finished them."
"Ella's got me feeling paternal, what can I say. Finish reading I'll meet you in the situation room."
Fitz skimmed quickly through his packet and by the time Cyrus came back to collect him for his briefing he was finished.
The meeting lasted just over an hour as it usually did when there was no impending threat.
As he walked past Charlotte and into his office, he saw her smile and he wondered what it was about. He opened his door and a saw Olivia sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.
He couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
She scoffed.
"Is that how you greet your girlfriend after she postpones her trip to come and see you cause you were whining like a baby over the phone?"
He chuckled and walked over to her and leaned over and kissed her on the lips and nose.
"I'm not complaining one bit, trust me."
He kissed her again and took a seat on the couch beside her.
She was dressed in a satin, champagne colored flowy wrap dress that tied into a beautiful bow at the waist and stopped a couple inches above her knee, making her legs look longer than they were. Her hair was messily wrapped up with a few stray hairs framing her face and flowing down her neck. She wore a diamond stud earring that dazzled in the natural daylight but kept her neck and arms bare of any jewelry and she finished her look with a pair of nude, suede dsquared platform heels that strapped around her ankles and a black, velvet Chanel quilted bag.
Fitz took a minute to take her in, she made him feel a sense of pride he'd never felt with anyone before her, it was possessive and he wasn't sure if he liked the feeling but somehow, wherever she was, as good as she always looked, the idea that men would see her and clamor over her and want her but they couldn't have her because she was his inflated his ego beyond measure.
"You look seriously hot."
Olivia looked down at her outfit and blushed.
"Really?" She said coyly.
"Baby, look at you. You look amazing."
"Aww thank you, I put no effort into this at all, it's important you know that."
Fitz laughed and shook his head.
"Also I would have worn jeans but I'm gonna have dinner with some of my friends later instead of taking Sahara out and I won't exactly have time to change so I'm being proactive," she said with a chuckle, "oh and by the way, I stopped at the organic market and I got you something."
She dug into the paper bag on the coffee table in front of her and pulled out a wrapped up sandwich and drink.
"It's an bacon and mozzarella cheese panini and mango lemonade, it's really good, I thought we could have an early lunch before I left, if you have time."
"Of course, that sounds great."
"How much time do you have?"
Fitz checked his watch.
"35 minutes, I have a listening session at 11:30."
Olivia jumped up.
"Perfect, I think 35 minutes is more than enough time to have a good old fashion bathroom quickie and then stuff these sandwiches down our throat right?"
Fitz's mouth fell open and curved into a smile.
"Wait, there is a secret bathroom in here right, unless the history books are wrong?"
"No there is, right over there."
She smiled.
"Let's go, we've already wasted enough time, chop, chop."
He chuckled and stood quickly and grabbed her hand, leading her to the bathroom door that discreetly melded into the wall. He opened the door quickly and pulled her in and started kissing her immediately. They barely had space to move around, it was a tiny half bathroom but they were still grateful. Olivia unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down and then stroked him with one hand while she hand her other hand tangled in his curls as they kissed. It didn't take very long so him to be fully erect, it was almost instantaneous, it was something only she could do to him.
He spun her around and bent her over the sink and pulled her underwear down and slapped her ass. He heard her giggle and moan in response and it made him chuckle. He lifted her dress and watched as she gripped her hands around the edge of the sink and braced herself for his thrusts.
What was suppose to be a 5 minute quickie turned into a 25 minute session. Every time they finished, they ended up going again, hoping to quell their appetite for each other enough to last until she came back on Wednesday.
Fitz held onto Olivia as he pumped his last load into her, he'd been careful not to pull out too quickly each time because he didn't want to make a mess.
"That was amazing, best quickie I ever had and you can quote me on that." he said breathlessly.
"Oh baby I'm always the best you've ever had."
They both laughed together and started cleaning themselves up. Fitz pulled out slowly and then damped a paper towel to clean up his cum that ran down her inner thigh, once he was done, she pulled up her underwear and fixed her dress. She helped Fitz fix his disheveled hair and smooth out his shirt and fix his pants. She took a damp paper towel and wiped her lipstick off his face and neck and checked his collar to make sure there was none there all the while they laughed and clumsily shuffled around until they sure they had no trace of 'I just had sex' on either of them.
Fitz opened the door and they both walked out laughing only to see Mellie sitting on the couch with her legs folded and arms crossed. Olivia was so startled she jumped back. Fitz was equally surprised but he didn't react.
"What the hell!" she said not because she was angry but because she was surprised.
"It's about time," Mellie said calmly, "I've been waiting for a while."
"You been sitting here listening?" Olivia asked, the anger slowly building up.
"It was quite amusingly actually, God knows Fitz never made love to me like that before but then again he never loved me."
Fitz rolled his eyes.
"What do you want and who let you in here?" He asked.
"Your guards, I told them it was an emergency, they were gonna ask you but you weren't in here so they assumed you took the passageway out and told me I could wait here."
"And what do you want?"
"I need to borrow the jet, I have to go back to California to handle some business."
"The doting mother who wants to stay by her son's side until he heals is leaving? I'm surprised and glad, but you aren't getting the jet, you can fly commercial or charter a jet for yourself."
"You barely gave me any money in the divorce, you expect me to be able to charter private jets, do you want me to go broke."
"You are such a fucking liar, you have more than enough money to do whatever the fuck you want so I'm unsure as to why you're here."
Fitz walked over to the coffee table and took a sip of the drink Olivia brought him then he checked his watch.
"Shit, I have to run to my listening session now-"
As he said the words, Cyrus bursts in the office.
"Fitz-" he stopped mid sentence, confused by the fact that they were all in the room together.
"Fitz your listening session starts in 5."
"I know, I'm coming."
He walked over to Olivia and grabbed her by the waist and kissed her unapologetically on the lips, ignoring both Mellie and Cyrus while sending a strong message with his gesture.
"Call me when you hit the interstate."
She smiled.
"I will, I know the drill and even if I don't, you have your guards spying on me."
"I know but still...call me okay, you know how I worry."
"I promise, I will."
He kissed her again.
"Perfect."
Fitz headed straight out the door.
"Bye Liv, Mellie," Cyrus said as he headed out as well.
Olivia cleared her throat and walked over to the couch and took a sip of her drink.
"Do you regret it?" She asked randomly.
The pervert in her liked the idea of Mellie listening to how good Fitz gave it to her because at least she knew what she was missing.
"Regret it?"
"Yeah, do you regret not making it work with him?"
Mellie was quiet for a while, as if she was reflecting.
"I guess it was doomed from the start, once we got married he tried, I'll give him credit for that, he wanted kids and I didn't but I made a compromise and he was happy for a while, when Gerry was born but then obviously I didn't pass the mothering test for him and I think that's when he started hating me. I do regret it in a way, I'm not gonna lie, the way he looks at you and talks about you and even when you're not around you can tell he's thinking you and I'd be lying if I said I didn't envy that especially when we were married but for us to work I'd have to be an inherently different person and I'm not sure I could stand that. I don't want children, never did and still don't, don't get me wrong I love Gerry, I do, but kids are just not me but Fitz," she sighed, "Fitz loves kids, all he wants are kids, he wants them to take fishing and hunting and jogging on Saturday mornings like he did with Gerry before he got hurt, I don't know how he does it."
She took a deep breath.
"He's going to ask you for children so be prepared, although I don't know if it will be a deal breaker for him, apparently you can do no wrong for him."
"And I want kids. He knew that before we-"
"Started having sex?"
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Come on Olivia, you stole my husband from me, do you expect me to be polite? Do you expect me to like you? Do expect me to not feel sick to my stomach to watch him fawn over you like you are the only woman in the world? I'm only human, I have an ego, I have feelings. When he filed for divorce, you should have seen how happy he was, the only thing left for him to do was break out in song and dance, he was so excited to leave me for you and then you got kidnapped and just like that, his fire was extinguished, he was like a walking corpse. I didn't really believe in karma but when I heard you were taken I did. I thought that for once, I'd win. It was horrible for me to relish in your pain and his, but I did," she paused, "you have to understand that you took everything from me, Fitz would have never left me if it hadn't been for you, sure, he might have threatened me a couple times but he never went through with it and I don't think you're a bad person but you did break apart my family, and you did it with such arrogance and glib that-."
"You cheated on him first, your lover shot him and almost killed him, you broke your family apart, not me."
"It doesn't matter, when you met him he was married."
"Yeah he was married, not me, I didn't swear vows to you, he did but it did matter, you're divorced now, so you need to move on."
Olivia sighed, the conversation was wearing down on her.
"It's been great and as much as I'm enjoy this conversation, I have somewhere I need to be."
Mellie chuckled and stood up from the couch.
"Of course you're leaving, do you usually run away from a fight?"
"This wasn't a fight, it was a conversation and now that conversation is ending…ended, by the way, if I were you I wouldn't let him come back and see you in here."
Olivia grabbed her purse off the couch. Mellie noticed her diamond earrings.
"Did he buy you those?"
Olivia smirked.
"No."
With that Olivia threw her purse over her shoulder and skipped out.
When Fitz was finished with his listening session, he headed back to his office. Realizing he had no missed calls or message from Olivia he decided to call her. As soon as she picked up started on her case.
"I thought I told you to call me when you got on the interstate?"
"I'm not on the interstate yet, sheesh, I'm close though," she said laughing.
"Really, you should have been there by now."
"Yeah but Mellie and I had a little chat when you left."
"What did she say?"
"Her usual woe is me argument, it was weird though, she told me she doesn't think I'm a bad person while also telling me I'm a bad person, she literally gave me whiplash, she was all over the place."
She wasn't about to give him details about what Mellie said to get him riled up.
"Oh okay," Fitz laughed, "I think everyone in washington has heard us having sex at this point, how weird is it that she just sat there?"
"I actually like when people hear us, does that make me a dirty slut," she said playfully.
"Well if you are a dirty slut, you better be my dirty slut."
"Oh well, that's a given, and don't tell me it doesn't turn you or even slightly amuse you to make people both uncomfortable and horny when they have to listen to us getting busy."
Fitz laughed.
"I admit it, it does."
"I know Mellie panties were soaking when she saw us walk out that bathroom."
"Not Mellie, that woman is drier than toast."
Olivia laughed.
"You are terrible, anyways I'm getting to the interstate now, I'm gonna call you once I'm on the straight."
"Okay, love you."
"Love you too."
When Fitz hung up he got a little curious about what Mellie and Olivia spoke about.
"Tom?" he called loudly.
Tom entered the room moments later.
"Sir?"
"Can you bring me the video footage with audio of the oval from 10:45 till now."
"Yes sir, I'll get to it."
"Thank you."
Tom nodded and headed out.
Fitz had a little time to himself so he went to the residence to see what Gerry was up to and hang with him for a while. By the time he got back to the oval, he had a flashdrive on his desk labelled from Tom.
He pulled out his laptop and injected the usb and pulled up the video. He watched as Olivia walked in and made herself comfortable, a few moments later he walked in as well. When they got in the bathroom, he faintly heard Olivia's moans, they were trying to be discrete and whenever she got too loud he kissed her to muffle her moans. A few minutes later, he saw Mellie walk in. She looked at the food that was on the table and then when she heard Olivia moan she walked over to the bathroom and stood at the door listening for quite sometime and when she heard them finish, she rushed over to the couch and sat and crossed her legs as if nothing happened. He listened to their argument and how Olivia defended him and when Olivia said she would give him children, it seemed like the icing on the cake to his day that had been going great so far but he was also really angry about the things Mellie said to her.
He sat, debating whether or not he wanted to let Olivia know he listened to their conversation and ultimately decided not to tell her.