The Pleasure of the President

She was so nervous. It was completely ridiculous, but she was. She knew where she was going and with whom she was going there with, what she'd eat for dinner, and what time she would be home. She knew that there would be no flirting, no kissing, no interest whatsoever on her part, but still she was nervous.

Olivia was in the residence getting ready for her first first date in over nine years. The whole pretense of dating men over the course of the next six months and pretending to be interested in them as well as enjoying herself while on these dates was draining. Dating required that she keep up with the conversation. It required smiling and preening and giggling and...

She didn't have time for this! She had a country to run!

Of course, the end result was what made all of this seem...worth it somehow. Fitz was what made it all worth it. If she could wave a wand and make time skip to the end of the year, she would do it in a heartbeat. Closing her eyes, Olivia pictured the day she and Fitz could go out on a date together publicly. They could kiss and flirt and do all of the things that seemed mind numbing to her right now. So, she'd have to date a few frogs before she got her prince.

Tonight's date was with a man named Alexander Coleman. He worked as an electrical engineer for one of the largest corporations in the United States. Olivia had a feeling Fitz had handpicked this guy because he was so damn boring. Alexander probably made more money at his job than she did as the President. And wasn't that some shit?

Olivia looked at his photograph for the third time. He had dark brown hair that was parted on the side much like a well behaved second grader. His eyes were brown as well, but were behind a pair of dark rim glasses. Mr. Coleman looked more like an English professor at Harvard than someone she would find interesting enough to date. He was handsome enough. If you were into that sort of look.

She dropped his picture back onto the open file she had already memorized about Mr. Coleman and picked up her phone. Finding the picture she wanted to look at, the one of Fitz in his tuxedo, a smile slowly crossed her face. This was the sort of look she was into. Sandy colored curls. Smoky blue eyes. Yes, this was all the man she needed or wanted. She wished she could see him tonight. It had been two months and she was aching for his touch.

Huffing loudly with frustration, Olivia's finger touched his handsome face before she set her phone down and went back to getting ready for her date.

Alexander Coleman arrived at the White House in a black town car. The driver opened his door and Mr. Coleman made his way toward the closest entrance, not knowing where in the hell he was going. He was immediately met by an armed guard who asked him the purpose of his visit. He cleared his throat and confidently stated, "My name is Alexander Coleman and I'm here to take the President to dinner."

The guard spoke to a man in uniform standing nearby who in turn murmured into his wrist before giving a curt nod and informing Mr. Coleman that the President was on her way.

After telling him thank you, Mr. Coleman turned away and pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his suit pants and turned it off. He understood that he was the first date the President would be on since her husband died six months ago, and while he didn't think anything would come from this evening, he wasn't going to be the asshole whose phone went off during dinner either. He slid his finger across the top of the screen at the same time he heard a female voice behind him say, "Mr. Coleman?"

He dropped his phone into his pocket and turned around with a polite smile on his face. Mr. Coleman wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't the stunning petite woman wearing an orange dress standing about eight feet in front of him flanked by Secret Service agents. He extended his arm and said, "Madam President. It's very nice to meet you."

She took a few steps in his direction and shook his hand, trying to gauge him as a person. She didn't have enough to go on, but he seemed genuine. Trustworthy too somehow. She'd keep her guard up around him just the same. "Please call me Olivia."

"Alexander. But everyone calls me Alex."

"It's nice to meet you too, Alex. Especially under these strange circumstances."

"That is exactly what my last date said." Alex replied with smile. When he got one back from her, He offered his arm and asked, "shall we?"

"I have a good feeling about this, Alex." Olivia told him.

"See. This is already better than my last date. She never said that."

Olivia chuckled at him as they made their way to the town car parked outside. Alex opened the door for her, and Olivia slid onto the back seat. He closed the door and then went around to the other side where the driver opened the door for him, and he got in. Once they were both seated inside Olivia looked over at him and said, "I'm sure you were warned in advance, but the media will be all around us tonight. I'm sure a thousand pictures have already been taken. Just try to take it in stride. It's my first outing since my husband died and the press are going to be all over it. Literally. I'm sorry in advance for anything they may say or do while we're out."

"It'll be fine, Olivia. It's one evening." Alex replied. He didn't miss the fact that she had called it an outing and not a date. The two of them talked in the car all the way to the restaurant.

Olivia was expecting stiff and boring, but he was funny and interesting and kept the conversation going without uncomfortable lulls. Even if she didn't find him romantically of interest, she could see Alex, as he insisted on being called, as a friend. Olivia also had a feeling he and Fitz would get along very well with each other, but she was not about to introduce the man she was in love with to the man she had her first date with after her husband's death.

The two of them talked about everything, and comfortably so. Art, politics, college football, and even family. Both of them shared their strong feelings on each topic and discovered that while Olivia was an Ohio Buckeye fan, Alex was a diehard Michigan Wolverine. The two college teams were well known for their serious rivalry with each other, and this discovery lead to both of them vehemently defending their favorite team and alma mater. Shockingly, it led to quite a few laughs at the table as well.

They were always both highly aware of the media's presence surrounding them during their evening together. They smiled and laughed enough to keep the attention of the thirstiest reporters, but none of it was staged. The two of them really enjoyed each other's company.

They were also aware of exactly where the Secret Service agents were too. Things got a little interesting for both Alex and Olivia when an older couple stopped by their table to say hello. Olivia saw her agents stand at attention and start to move towards their bosses' table. She held her hand out at the agents, signaling that she was fine, and smiled at the older couple.

"I don't think you're allowed to walk up to the President's table, Marv." the older woman said.

"We're just gonna say hello." Marv grumbled to his wife. "That ain't a crime."

Olivia covered her mouth to hide the giggle that had escaped her lips. It was obvious that the couple thought they were speaking in a lower volume than they actually were. It was really adorable. "Hello."

"Oh my goodness. The President said hello." the man said to his wife with a huge grin.

"I apologize for my husband, Madam President. He's a little star struck." Martha explained. "We're Marv and Martha Godwin."

"It's very nice to meet you both, but there's no need to apologize or be star struck. I'm not that famous." Olivia said grinning.

"We voted for you, Madam President." Marv told her proudly.

"Thank you so much. I appreciate your support. Are the two of you having a nice evening?" Olivia asked.

"This is where we met sixty two years ago. Of course, back then this place was a mom and pop grocery store." Marv explained. "When it became a restaurant, date night got a lot easier to decide on."

"That's a great story, Marv. And terribly romantic." Olivia told him with a hand on her heart.

"Thank you for taking the time to talk with us, Ms. President. We're awfully sorry for interrupting your dinner." Martha told her.

"Please don't apologize. You two take care of each other. Good night." Olivia told them.

She watched the older couple exit the restaurant and after stepping foot outside, she saw the press all but pounce on them, asking all sorts of questions. Most likely about their conversation with Olivia. Turning her attention back to her table, Olivia looked over at Alex and found him smiling at her. Olivia's eyes suddenly went wide. "Shoot!" she hissed quietly. She was thankful that word came out instead of the one she had been thinking.

Alex froze and his eyes darted around their immediate surroundings. "What's the matter?" he whispered.

"I forgot to introduce you to them. I'm so sorry! I feel like an..."

He touched her arm as his smile widened. He could swear in that moment he heard a hundred camera shutters clicking. He released her arm immediately but kept his smile in place. "Please don't worry about that. They didn't come over here to meet me. They wanted to meet you."

"Still. I should have at least said your name. I really am sorry."

"Don't give it another thought. I'm just glad I was here to witness it. They give me hope. Sixty two years together. That's pretty damned amazing."

"It really is." Olivia touched his arm with a smile and said, "thank you for being so understanding."

"So, do we want dessert? Or are we watching our girlish figure?" Alex asked with a chuckle.

"It's the beginning of August, and far too late for me to be worrying about my figure. Also, I'm so busy at work that I won't see a beach for at least three and a half more years." Olivia told him.

"Maybe seven and a half." Alex added.

"Dessert it is." Olivia replied with a smile.

Meanwhile, across town, Fitz was sitting in his living room with some baseball game on the tv. The volume was high enough to be a comforting background noise, but not so loud that Huck would bitch about it if he were there. He was trying to keep himself busy with work, knowing full well exactly where Olivia was right at this moment. He assumed he was safe in his bubble from it all.

He assumed wrong.

The local news anchor's excited voice suddenly filled the room, but Fitz tuned him out. Until he heard Olivia's name mentioned. "Coming up at eleven...President Pope is out on a date tonight. Her first since the death of her husband and First Gentleman, William Swann six months ago."

Fitz's head snapped up in time to see footage of Olivia and Alexander Coleman sitting across from each other at a small table in a restaurant. His blue eyes narrowed at the sight of Olivia leaning closer to Mr. Coleman and saying something as she touched his arm.

"What the fuck is this?" he muttered as he stared intently at the television screen.

"We interviewed a couple who stopped at the President's table to say hello during her date." the anchor rattled off.

The camera panned to a snippet of a conversation with an elderly couple who appeared to be standing outside of the restaurant. "They were very sweet together. The President was wiping her mouth from kissing her handsome date when we walked up to them."

The camera was now facing the news anchor who wore smirk. "More on that story and many others. I'm Chuck Roberts. See you at eleven."

Fitz grabbed the remote and turned the television off. His voice got louder with each word spoken. "Well, guess who's not going to be getting the story when it breaks that we are getting married, Chuck! You smirking little fucker!"

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, Fitz saw that it was Huck. He touched the screen and barked, "what?"

"I'd ask if you just saw it, but it's obvious that you did based on the asshole tone of your voice."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm in no mood for your shit right now." he growled.

"Fine. Call me when you get your head out of your ass. But just remember two very important things right now. One, the news never gets anything right. And two, she's on this date because it was your idea." Huck reminded him.

"She doesn't have to like it so much!" Fitz yelled. But Huck had already ended the call. He slid his phone back into his pocket, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door. He wasn't about to sit around here all night long to catch the highlights reel of Olivia's first date that was obviously wildly successful. He was going straight to the source.

Secret Service pulled the sleek black limousine around to the South portico and Olivia and two of her agents got out. The car disappeared around a corner while Olivia and her two protectors began to climb the stairs.

She had planned to go directly up to the residence when she got back to the White House from her date with Alex, but she didn't feel like working. She was too revved up after having a genuinely nice evening with a genuinely nice man. Olivia felt nothing remotely romantic towards Alex, but she had enjoyed herself. She had enjoyed the easy conversation and the way she simply felt like a normal woman having dinner with a friend.

Olivia had had plenty of dinners with Will when he was alive, but he always started shit or made rude comments about the people around them. One of the perks of being the President is eating alone in the residence whenever possible. As much as she hated the solitude, Olivia was grateful that dining with him without having other people in attendance was easier.

She shook off thoughts of Will. Olivia had given him more time and thought than he deserved.

Turning to her Secret Service agents Olivia said, "Tom? Jeffery?"

Both men stopped walking, clasped their hands in front of their bodies, giving her their full attention, and in unison said, "ma'am?"

They were always so perfectly in sync. Smiling, she said, "I wanted to say thank you for keeping me safe. I know being on POTUS detail is the most sought after, but it's not always dangerous or exciting."

"Ma'am." They said together. They weren't allowed to have an opinion on that and didn't voice one either.

"I know I have an amazing team of agents and I appreciate each and every one of them. But the fact of the matter is, the two of you are my favorites. You blend in without being obvious. It's why I request you more than the others and it's also why I feel more comfortable. More like myself. The two of you are very good at what you do, and I appreciate it very much."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"I'm not quite ready to go up to the residence just yet. I think I'm going to walk around for a little while down here first. But, if it's all the same to both of you, I'd rather do it alone."

"Ma'am?" They asked, surprised that she was dismissing them.

"Thank you again for keeping me safe this evening and for making my personal life a little less embarrassing. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Madam President."

She found herself at the door of the Blue Room a moment later and peered inside. Olivia loved this room, mostly because it was decorated in her favorite color and named as such. The gold accents on the rug, the walls, the drapes, and the furniture, along with the blue made this room in the White House seem much fancier than the others.

She stepped inside the room, her heels clicking on the floor until they landed on the massive plush blue and gold rug. Grinning to herself, she leaned down, slid the strap at her heel down, and removed her right shoe. Groaning at the exquisitely soft thick texture under her foot, Olivia leaned down and took off her left shoe as well and left them on the floor. Curling her toes her feet pinched the cushy fibers.

The pad of her finger ran across the smooth unmarked table in the center of the room. She wondered at the table for a moment. It seemed that every single room in the White House had one of these small round tables in it. Strange. A large arrangement of blue, white, and yellow flowers sat in a massive vase in the middle of the table.

Leaving the table behind, and making her way to the set of windows, Olivia's mind wandered to something else that was blue that she was also very fond of. As she glanced out the now shut blinds, she wondered what Fitz was doing right at this moment? As much as she enjoyed her evening with Alex, she was looking forward to getting these fake dates out of the way so she could start publicly falling in love with the man she was already in love with. She and Fitz were a good three or four months from that starting though. Every day that went by felt like it took longer than the previous one.

She missed seeing him around the White House.

Alone.

Smelling his cologne in the air long after he had exited a room and just standing there to inhale it before moving on to wherever she was supposed to be next. The looks he would give her across a room. Not just the sexy lust filled glances, but the way he innocently licked his lips a dozen times during a conversation without realizing it. It turned her on more than she could ever admit to anyone else. Especially him.

She missed the way Fitzgerald Grant III strode into a room with purpose. His arms swung back and forth with his hands clenched almost into fists. His thick muscular legs took long measures strides and his hips seemed to keep the beat to the song that his body played perfectly. It was a damn shame that his suit jackets covered his ass. What she wouldn't give to play some music with him now.

These days if anything needed fixing Cyrus called Fitz himself and the two of them met together or he was in a group of people if Olivia had to be present. She missed her one on one time with him.

She sighed heavily as the door behind her closed loudly. She looked over her shoulder to see who was disturbing her peace and quiet.

She stopped breathing. Her eyes slowly traveled from the unruly curls on his head to the annoyance on his face. She quickly wondered what that was all about? Promising to ask him about it later, Olivia's eyes dipped down over the dress shirt that had the top two buttons opened without a tie, over his chest where she knew a six pack of well defined abs were hiding. Her gaze lingered on his crotch where she stared openly for a long time before bringing her eyes up to his face. After successfully eye fucking him, she smiled and practically ran to him.

She had to get up on her tip toes without the aid of her heels, but Olivia wound her arms around his neck, and tried to bring him down for a kiss. "I missed you."

Her excitement was short lived when Fitz stiffened his neck and pulled back from her. "Really, Liv?" he asked in a doubt laced voice.

She looked up at him and said, "of course I did. Why would you ask me something like that?"

The anger he was feeling was intense. He pried her arms away from his neck and took a few steps back from her to put some space between them. Here she was looking up at him with confusion clearly written on her face. His eyes took her in from where he stood three feet away.

She was gorgeous just standing there in her sleeveless orange dress, no shoes, with her beautiful smile faltering and her big expectant brown eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He was pissed off beyond comprehension, but he wanted her more than his next breath.

He stared at her for what felt like an eternity, while his brain weighed the pros and cons of having her right here, right now. When Fitz couldn't come up with a single con, his feet began to move. With determination on his face, Fitz quickly closed the gap between them. One hand came up and cupped her cheek as the other one wrapped around her waist before dipping some to grip her ass possessively.

Fitz roughly pulled her face close to his for a passionate kiss. Once his lips touched Olivia's, his tongue wasted no time eagerly sliding into her mouth. A deep groan mixed with satisfaction and pure male need vibrated in his throat, and still he took what he wanted from her. He began walking her backwards as his mouth continued its assault on hers.

Olivia didn't know what the hell he was so mad about, but she didn't really care right now. It had been far too long since she had been in Fitz's arms. Even longer since she had felt him handle her so impatiently. It probably would have brought panic out in another woman, but Olivia wasn't another woman. She was well aware that he was reacting to something she had done or said earlier. Whatever it was, she would do it all over again knowing his fingermarks would be on her skin tomorrow. Olivia's arms came around his neck and she pressed her body impossibly close to his. She wanted more.

He knew she thrived on him treating her so mercilessly. She had voiced it to him the last time he had mindlessly done it. She had said that she didn't want to be hurt by him, but she found it incredibly sexy when he was fully in control. He didn't like being in the mindset of anything other than cool, calm, and collected. He thrived best when he was being analytical. Anything else felt messy to him. But right now, messy was feeling like a good way to release some tension.

When he felt Olivia's lithe fingers tugging on the small white buttons on his shirt, he reluctantly tore his mouth from hers. She looked confused and full of pent up need. Maybe a little bit pissed off too. Giving her a scowl, he grabbed her hand, pushing it away and angrily told her, "no! You don't get to touch me!"

"What?" She snapped incredulously. "Why the hell not?"

They were standing toe to toe, and while Olivia was much shorter without the aid of her heels, that didn't stop her from acting big. The two of them glared angrily at each other in silence until Fitz simply said, "you know damned well why not!"

"I'm afraid I don't. Enlighten me." she replied in an exasperated tone.

Instead of answering her, Fitz squatted in front of her. Splaying his large hands on her ankles, they casually made their way up over her toned calves and the bend behind her knees. His head tilted back, and he looked up at Olivia as the texture of her dress grazed across the top of his hand. She was so fucking sexy standing there breathing hard, knowing that he was about to destroy her. He was having a difficult time making her wait while hurrying to get to the prize.

As her chest heaved at the feel of his fingers on her skin, Olivia locked eyes with his brilliant blue ones and dared him to look away. Whatever he was mad about would be discussed later. This moment was for action and it seemed Fitz had a plan. He was going to orally torture her. She couldn't wait and willed him to move faster with a look. Olivia reached a hand down to grab a fistful of his hair, and his hands froze on her skin as he kept eye contact with her. She withdrew it immediately, remembering his warning to not touch him, for fear he would stop altogether.

His hands returned to their quest, the orange material riding higher up her thighs as they went. When Fitz reached the top of her legs, his large hands left her outer thighs and wandered around to her well toned presidential ass. He squeezed her cheeks roughly as his eyes bored into her darkening brown ones. He really couldn't wait any longer.

Letting go of her flesh, Fitz grabbed the edge of her dress and swiftly jerked it up to her waist. His gaze left hers for a second to focus on what Olivia was wearing underneath her dress. What he saw made him momentarily falter. When his eyes finally traveled back up to hers, he angrily asked, "why are you wearing these on a date with another man?"

She wondered what was going to break his concentration. Leave it to something stupid such as underwear. She smiled patiently at Fitz and then she enlightened him as her dress fell back in place. "As you may recall, I wasn't fan of this ridiculous idea of me dating strange men to begin with. Is that ringing a bell for you, Fitz?"

"Liv," He spoke her name in a low warning tone. His anger was bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

"Since we agreed that it had to be done for the greater good, I decided that I would somehow incorporate you into all of my..." she lifted her fingers and made the air quotes signal with her index and middle fingers as she continued. "...dates. I wanted you close to me in a way that no one else would know about, so I wore these baby blue lace panties you bought for me a long time ago."

She crossed her arms and sent him a smug look. "Are you done being jealous now?"

"Not even close!" He pulled the thin blue material down with both hands until it was at her feet. His eyebrows rose as she looked down at him defiantly, and then relented and stepped out of them. He stuffed them into his pocket, pointed at something behind Olivia, and gave her a command. "Sit your ass down in that chair, Madam President. I would say keep quiet, but we both know that's not going to happen."

Olivia decided if he wanted to be an ass, she would make it difficult for him to control himself. She hiked her dress up until it was around her waist once again, and sat on the edge of the chair. When she saw Fitz get comfortable on his knees, she casually lifted one leg and let it dangle over the arm rest of the chair. She felt a rush of power when she watched his blue eyes zero in on her bare center with laser like focus as he licked his lips. Fitz grabbed the legs of the chair and pulled it closer towards himself.

He wasn't going to waste time starting off slowly. His tongue was out before he was close enough to taste her. Once it finally landed on her hot flesh, he was relentless. Fitz easily whipped her up to a frenzied peak and then shoved her over the edge and watched her fall.

She was breathing hard and her eyes were closed. Her hands were in fists, probably the only way Olivia could keep herself from reaching out and touching him. He was starting to miss the feel of her hands on his body, or in his hair, tugging on her beloved curls. Why did he get so bent out of shape?

Because that fucker on the news claimed that Olivia had kissed the asshole she went to dinner with! That's why!

The anger settled on him once more like a dark cloud. He doubled his efforts and had her whimpering his name as quietly as she could manage. He knew anyone walking down the halls could hear her. He didn't give a shit. When Olivia was right there, teetering on the line between sanity and the blissful abyss, he pushed away from her and got to his feet. He grabbed the fabric square from his pocket and wiped his mouth as he walked to the door. He pulled it open, walked out of the room without a word, and closed the door behind him.

Now Olivia was mad. Pissed off really. How dare he leave her hanging like that?! Frustration seeped out of every pore! He would pay for that shit! It took her a minute, but Olivia yanked the hem of her dress over her legs and smoothed it down as best she could. She angrily smacked the chair back against the wall and went to look for his crazy ass on shaking legs.

She glanced one way down the hall and then the other way. There was no sign of him. There was no sign of anyone. That was good. It meant no one had heard her enjoying what Fitz had been doing to her. They would probably hear her screaming at him once she found him. She picked a direction and began walking. She was about to pass the Red Room in the White House when an arm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into it.

A yelp escaped her lips until a familiar large hand covered her mouth and shoved her face first up against a wall. Olivia tried to turn around to give him hell for leaving her wound up in such a needy worked up way, but he wasn't letting her move.

Fitz grabbed the hem of her dress and roughly pulled it back up around her waist. He ground his crotch against her bare ass and was pleased when he immediately felt her push back against him. His brain was starting to make him feel bad for leaving her hanging in the Blue Room, so he reached around and began to work her over with his fingers. She quickly turned into a writhing, begging, ball of need.

"Please...don't stop this time." she whined.

He got harder with every word she spoke. He felt her hips move against his fingers as she panted, and still she didn't touch him. They would have to talk about everything later to make things right between them again. But first, he had to give the President an orgasm. And then he had to give her what she really wanted. "Come on, Liv. Don't hold out on me. You know you want to let go." He licked the shell of her ear, "Do it now!" Fitz commanded.

She came apart against his fingers. Her head rested heavily against his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Her throat was dry, the room felt as if it had no air, but there was nowhere she'd rather be. "That's a little better. Thank you" she said still panting.

"Why the formality, Liv? I'm about to take you up against the wall right here in the Red Room." Fitz was feeling powerful, almost invisible right now, as he unzipped her dress and watched it pool to the floor under her. A flick of his finger had her bra landing on top of her dress. As he unbuckled his belt and pulled his dress pants and underwear down over hips, he watched Liv pick up her dress and lay it over the back of a nearby chair. His crotch twitched at the sight of her perfect little body.

Olivia stood in front of Fitz and gave him a warning of her own. "If you don't finish the job, I'll have you arrested for treason."

He shot her a grin before leaning forward and kissing her thoroughly. Resting his forehead on hers, he replied, "I've missed you too."

Fitz scooped Olivia up into his arms and pressed her back up against the wall as their mouths stayed fused together. He didn't resist or say anything when Olivia wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She was glad he was over the insane notion of her not touching him. He flexed his jaw at the feel of her skin against his own. Somehow it always felt like home and he couldn't wait until they could have this every day for the rest of their lives out in the open.

His patience had finally reached its end. Fitz slammed his hips forward in one quick movement, pushing himself all the way into her. They both groaned loudly and held each other a little tighter. Nothing was better than this feeling of being so intimately joined. He swiveled his hips once and easily held her in place against the bright red wall. "S'been too long, Liv" he admitted with his face in the crook of her neck.

Olivia hugged him tighter. It was always too long since the last time they were together. If she was feeling it, it was natural that he was feeling it too. Cupping his cheeks, she pulled him from her neck and gave him a smile. "It won't be long now. Six months tops."

Fitz groaned. He looked around the harshly painted room and made his way to a small table nearby. He set her down on the edge of it and began hammering into her. Olivia's fingernails dug into his back a little deeper every time he thrust into her. It wasn't long before both of them were breathing heavily and the only sound in the room was of their contented moans.

And then the table broke.

Olivia yelped and Fitz grabbed her before she could fall right along with it. She clung to him as the two of them stared at the small pile of broken wood with wide eyes. And then they began to laugh together. Oliva covered her mouth and asked, "what if someone heard that?"

He shrugged. "Then they heard it. And they can clean it up after we leave. Now, may I please finish debriefing you Madam President?"

"I don't remember it being quite so sexy when you call me that before."

"That's because I've never had you naked in the Red Room before." He firmly held onto her ass and plopped them down on a red and gold sofa nearby. "Do you think you could take over for a minute?"

"Are you getting too old?" Olivia teased.

"Excuse me? I just rescued your narrow ass from a tumble on the floor. I just thought you'd want to thank me for it?" He was a bit out of breath, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

"Oh my goodness. What would I have done without you? My hero." Olivia gushed dramatically. She grinned down at him and watched him grin back. "I love your crazy ass."

"The way I love your ass is crazy." Fitz told her and squeezed it roughly again until Olivia whimpered. "Why are you so sexy when you're straddling me?"

"Stop talking." She leaned down and kissed him as her hips began to move. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and began to dance with his as Fitz's hands became more possessive and gripped her flesh more firmly. "Feels...so...good."

He grunted in agreement and leaned forward, pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, turning the bud stiff in his mouth before releasing it and giving the other one the same treatment as she continued to ride him.

"Fitz, Fitz, Fitz." Olivia chanted breathlessly. God, she loved his gifted mouth on her body. It was stimulation overload and she needed more of it.

As if reading her mind, Fitz released her nipple and his tongue blazed a trail across her overheated skin towards her collar bone. It led him up the column of her neck, where he stopped to very lightly suck on the skin there, causing Olivia to squirm on his lap and crane her neck to give him better access. "Mmmm" he hummed against her skin.

His lips reluctantly left her neck before he put an unexplainable mark there and moved up to her ear. He sucked gently on her earlobe before whispering into it. "I want you to take charge of me right now, Liv. Fuck me up."

Her body responded naturally and immediately to his request. Putting her hands on his shoulders, Olivia planted her feet beside his thick hairy thighs and started bouncing on his lap like a possessed woman. Her thighs burned from the exertion, but it was a delicious feeling of accomplishment she'd get from no other workout.

The power they willingly shared in these moments was all consuming and precious to her at the same time. Knowing that she could make her sexy fixer moan or beg, depending on what she did to him was drug like no other. Knowing she could have him however and whenever she wanted in the very near future was all the determination Olivia needed. She looked down at the man under her who was begging right now. He had a bad case of bed head, his eyes were half closed, and his breathing was ragged. He was sexy when he was under her spell. She leaned down and bit his bottom lip before continuing to ride him into oblivion.

"Fuck, Liv...Just like that. Please...More." He was breathing hard and trying like hell to hold onto her slick skin. It was useless because his own hands were slick with sweat. His tiny little temptress was working him over and his entire body felt amazing. He could feel his end rapidly approaching and didn't want to leave her wanting this time. He reached a hand down between them and once again played her body like an instrument.

Olivia was panting, her legs were on fire from using the muscles so strenuously, and her mouth was mumbling something unintelligible as she neared her own peak. "Yessssss...Oh god yes!" she screamed as finally, finally she plummeted into the beautiful serenity. She sagged against his chest and felt Fitz's arms come around her back and hold onto her as he thrust into her a few more times and then joined her in serenity.

"Holy fuck!" he breathed out as his chest heaved wildly. His body felt like an inferno, but he couldn't get close enough to Liv. "That was incredible. Your dating life is going have amazing benefits."

"I'm not complaining, but what brought on this insane jealousy coupled with the ridiculous demand that I not touch you? As if I'd go along with that one quietly." It felt good to rest her head on his chest.

"I was at home, minding my own business and trying to keep myself occupied, knowing exactly where you were when this asshole news guy...Chuck somebody starts talking about your date. He shows a snippet of some old couple they interviewed at the restaurant."

"The Godwins." Olivia added with a smile.

"Yea. Anyways. Mr. Godwin tells the camera that you were wiping your mouth from kissing Alexander when they walked up to your table."

Olivia quickly lifted her head and exclaimed, "what?!"

"My thoughts exactly."

"But...I didn't! I wouldn't! The thought of kissing Alex is just..."

Fitz cocked his head to the side and his eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline. "I'm sorry. Alex?"

Olivia gave him an impatient look of her own. "Yes, Alex. He prefers to be called that."

"I'll bet he does." Fitz retorted dryly, feeling the jealousy begin to bubble to the surface again before he tempered it down. "I'm sorry. They also showed you touching his arm and laughing and I...Well, I guess I got jealous when it was forced into my living room while I was avidly trying to avoid it. I know now you didn't kiss him. It was a gut reaction."

Olivia laid her head back on his chest, needing the connection. "I'm sorry, Fitz. Really. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I would never do that on purpose. I was just doing my part to make it look convincing for the cameras."

His fingers were tracing imaginary shapes on her back. He knew they would have to part again soon. He was glad they had talked through everything. "I know, and again, I'm sorry. It was just a little harder for me to see than I imagined. It won't happen again."

She lifted her head and sent him a mischievous grin. "You could come to the White House after each one of my dates."

His fingers halted their drawing as he felt himself hardening. "Are you missing me that much? Or is this the sex starved president talking?"

"Both" she admitted.

Fitz gripped her back and in one quick movement had her flat on it as he hovered over her. Sliding into her, he said, "I serve at the pleasure of the President."

When I started research on the White House and discovered there is a Red Room in it, this was GOING to happen somehow! Blame my inner Christian Grey.

I think we all get jealous from time to time, or have been before. I wrote it from his POV as the fixer and man in waiting. He's not going to be an insecure person in this story or get jealous all the time, but sometimes it rears it's ugly head & has to be dealt with.