A/N - Happy Easter everyone! I have no apologies for the title. Xxxx
An "Egg-stra" Special Easter
"Three hours?" Olivia sighed, slumping against the counter as the airline employee typed away at her computer.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just with the storm...All the flights to NYC have been grounded."
"I know. It's not your fault." Olivia offered an apologetic smile before slinking away from the counter. She found Abby reclining in one of the uncomfortable-looking grey seats - the late afternoon sun casting a spotlight on the redhead. Olivia glanced out the window - hard to imagine it could be so beautiful in Miami while a snowstorm wrecked hell in New York. Plopping in the chair beside her best friend, Olivia rested her head against the back - legs splayed out in front of her. The cheerful, bright displays with rabbits and colourful eggs seemed out of place in the wake of Olivia's sour mood.
"Because of the weather, right?" Abby didn't even bother looking up from the game on her phone - a smirk, covering her face.
"Because of the fucking weather," Olivia growled.
"Yikes. I'd say now's a bad time to inform you that according to the radar, those storms are going to be an all night thing."
"Really? In frickin' April?" Olivia lifted her head, her gaze fixated on her friend.
"Yep. Figured we'd wait it out a bit and if the flight ends up getting cancelled, I've got a room on standby."
"How?" Olivia wondered, digging around in her pocket for her phone.
"It's called being prepared." Abby was chewing on her lip, her fingers swiping furiously at the screen of her phone. "And David's credit card."
"Oh God. What a perfect way to spend Easter," Olivia snorted, unlocking her phone and scrolling through her apps.
"You weren't planning on celebrating Easter anyway." Abby shook her head. "You're in a hurry to get back and prove to the DA that you're a good fit for Manhattan."
"Pssh," Olivia blew hot air and turned her attention fully on her phone. Finger hovering above the tinder app, she glanced at her friend one more time. There was nothing else to do for three hours - might as well have some fun. Although not in the way most people expected to have fune when using the dating app. No, Olivia preferred to scroll through bios and make fun of all the 'desperate' men. It helped to pass the time.
There was James - a married father of two just 'looking for a good time'...and a haircut if you asked Olivia. Next came Chad - a typical fratboy with expectations that didn't quite fall in line with what he had to offer. Overachiever, Olivia thought to herself. The next guy to cross her screen, older than her but still clinging exceptionally well to his rugged, good looks, was tempting. She could get lost in those blue eyes and silent, commanding authority. Still, she swiped left.
"Ouch. Not that one either?"
Olivia jumped, her gaze falling on a softly snoring Abby before she turned in her seat. She could feel a slight burn creeping into her cheeks when her attention fell to the man who had vocalised his observation of her tinder search. Despite the warm weather in Florida, he was dressed in a pair of grey slacks and a white, button-up shirt. The gun nestled on his hip, right beside a gold badge, explained the sense of authority Olivia had felt staring at his picture.
"Looks a little boring," Olivia teased, eyeing the man. He looked even better in person. "Must have been right, too. Doesn't look like you came here for fun."
"No I didn't," the man chuckled, "I came here on duty. Now, I'm just trying to get home."
"Join the club. You must be flying north." Olivia slid her phone into her pocket, not even bothering to appear to still be looking at the small screen.
"NYC."
"Same," Olivia frowned. "Looks like we're going to be stuck here all night."
"That's what I feared," he returned her frown before gesturing toward a coffee shop across the hall. "Do you want something?"
With one glance at Abby, Olivia stood from her seat and reached a hand out toward the tall man. His grip was strong and warm as he clasped his hand around her much smaller one.
"I'm Olivia."
"Fitz."
Abby didn't seem to notice that Olivia had snuck off. The feisty redhead was out the minute her head hit the pillow. Olivia met Fitz in his room - two doors down from the one Abby had reserved for them. She had been steadily increasing her teasing of him, teasing that had started in the cafe at the airport and continued into the uber on the way to the hotel. From the moment they'd entered the vibrant lobby - she was brushing her hand over his thigh, slowly eyeing him, chewing her bottom lip, and leaning over into his view so he was granted a generous look of her cleavage in the tight, low-cut sweater she had thrown on in anticipation of the chilly New York air. Once she had that third glass of red in her hands, it only got worse. For Fitz, at least. She just became an even bigger tease - practically sitting in his lap the rest of the bar be damned.
Olivia pounced as soon as she entered the room, barely giving Fitz the time to shut the door behind her. Her mouth found his, kissing him roughly - all tongue and teeth. They were both drunk by then. Being considerably smaller than him, it had taken quite a bit less - even despite the amount of wine she indulged in when she was home alone. But who was drunker didn't really matter much when they were both tearing one another's clothes off, did it?
Still, he was dizzy from the amount of whiskey he'd ingested and just how good she tasted, even better than what he had imagined when they'd started flirting. And while he knew how they had gotten to the point of her lying on the king-sized, comfy hotel bed on her stomach, ass slihgtly sticking up in the air while he straddled her thighs and fucked her from behind, he wasn't sure how his phone had ended up in his hands with the video camera turned on - recording himself fucking the beauty beneath him.
"Fuck baby, you are so goddamn hot," Fitz breathed, words slurred. He focused the camera on how his cock moved in and out of her while his free hand grasped one of her ass cheeks - pulling to spread her open and show exactly where his dick disappeared before releasing and clapping his hand down on her rear, coaxing a quiet yelp from her. "I'm going to watch this so mu-much. You have - fuck - you have no idea."
His thrusts sped up, garnering louder noises from Olivia that he didn't even think to quiet. Just hopefully the hotel had somewhat thick walls. His eyes focused on the way her ass rippled with each thrust - the sight alone was too good not to focus on and he moved his phone around to get a shot of it. Once satisified, Fitz stopped thrusting and shifted his body up her thighs - briefly dragging his palm along her spine before he sat up straight and started fucking her again. This time, though, he only pulled out enough to where he was almost rutting against her ass. It had his cock quickly and repeatedly rubbing against her sweet spot and the angle had it doing so roughly. Olivia suddenly gasped and gripped the bedsheets, her back arching just enough to push her ass up more toward him as her entire body tenssed and, before he knew it, she was trembling and mewling beneath him.
When he went back to pulling out normally, his cock was covered in her cum, the white streaks decorating his shaft.
"There you go," he panted, relishing in the way she pulsed around him. He paused his thrusts for only a moment to focus the camera on the way his cock looked from her orgasm. "Fuck."
Fitz increased his pace again, his hips lightly clapping against her ass while he gave her a moment to recover before he started rutting against her just like before. Olivia's body tensed up once more, her pussy tightening around him, and he couldn't stop himself from groaning in pleasure.
"That's it, babe. Cum for me."
Another loud moan escaped her, this one muffled against the bed, before she came around him as if on command. Fuck, his head was spinning from the pleasure combined with the alcohol, not to mention that he was getting close to his own orgasm, too. He could feel the heat building at the base of his spine. And every time she moaned and squeezed her walls around him, it just sent him closer and closer to the edge.
Pulling out completely, the camera was lowered toward his cock to show another closeup of her cum all over him while a quiet curse was murmured in the background. And as he pulled the device away, Fitz slid himself back into her all the way to the hilt, his palm coming down on her ass agan - first one cheek, then the other - garnering a yelp from the small woman, though he paid no attention and went back to roughly fucking her.
Olivia reached a hand back to him, managing to grab onto his thigh, and she dug her nails into his skin as much as she could when he started rutting against her again. This time was harder than before as he made sure to ruthlessly rub against that bundle of nerves inside of her, and with the sound of how damn wet she was combined with his hips pounding against her ass, it all had him growing ever so close to the edge.
And when she came around him again, her pussy pulsing and squeezing him like a vice, it had him groaning loudly, closing in on his own climax.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Fitz breathed, fucking her a bit harder.
With a few more rough thrusts, Fitz buried himself to the hilt inside Olivia, another low groan rumbling from his chest as he did. Once he finally finished coming - and without pulling out of her - he turned his phone off and released a heavy exhale that smelled and tasted thick of liquor. The device was tossed onto the bed beside them before he leaned over her, his hands on the mattress on either side of her body to hold himself up as he relished in the post-orgasm high combined with the dizziness of drink.
"Welcome back, Sarge."
Fitz snorted, waving off the young detective that had slapped his back on his way into the third floor of the precinct.
"How was Florida?" Captain Moore poked his head out of his office, gaze falling on the Sergeant.
"Warm," Fitz offered, slinging his suit jacket over the back of his chair. "They're going to want to try Rickerson after we're done."
"Well that can take that up with the DA's office. Speaking of which." The Captain's eyes travelled to the glass door at the end of the room that led to the hallway. Fitz turned his attention toward the door, breath catching in his throat as the well-dressed, all too familiar woman entered the room. In her white suit and tall, black heels, she was definitely more buttoned up than the last time he had seen her - in that hotel room, beneath him.
"Sergeant Grant, this is our new ADA: Olivia Pope."
Fitz accepted her hand, shaking gently - smirking at the innocent contact. She waited until the Captain had disappeared back into his office before whispering, beneath her breath:
"It's real nice to see you again, Sergeant."
Fitz exhaled shakily at her suggestive tone and the still yet suggestive wink she threw his way before sauntering toward the Captain's office. Fitz snorted at the extra sashay she added to her steps.
He had a feeling work was about to be a lot more interesting.