Taking Control
Olivia was kept busy with countless meetings and briefings on the situation happening in Bandar. She had been inside the same rooms for updates so often that she had the seating arrangements memorized and knew who to look to for which specific answers. There was comfort in knowing she was building a good rapport with her military leaders, and that they saw her strength and determination to help keep the country safe; but at the same time, she was saddened that all the familiarity was required at all. It was the first major crisis of her presidency and she wanted to have every scrap of updated information at her disposal before she made any decisions.
There had been whispers of war throughout the White House, but Olivia didn't think about that yet. She couldn't afford to. There was far too much that required her attention with the here and now of the situation for her to entertain thoughts about scenarios that weren't a reality yet. The fear of the possibility of taking her country to war was enough to keep her on top of everything to ensure it never did.
Fitz knew this was not his area to interfere, so he stepped back and let the President lead. She was more than capable of making the difficult decisions that would make lasting ripples in the country no matter what she did. Being female, her choices would be scrutinized that much closer. He was there to listen at the end of the day, but never offered advice. He knew she didn't need another person in her ear telling her what they thought she should do.
Olivia being kept apprised of what was happening meant that she was stretching herself thin. She wasn't taking care of herself. Skipping meals for meetings. Being woken up at all hours of the night for the latest information. And feeling the burden of responsibility for a nation of people she actually cared about. He knew none of those things were good for her health in the long run, and it was imperative that he say something before she ran herself into the ground.
He heard her drag herself out of bed in the residence when the phone rang sometime around two a.m. and she had a short conversation with someone of importance. She sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment with her head in her hands just breathing. Finally, she exhaled very loudly before she quietly got to her feet. Her movements were lethargic, and Fitz knew she was exhausted. "Liv? What is it?"
She turned around and looked at his dark form on the bed beside her. His presence made the current situation more bearable for her, and Olivia was thankful he was here. Still, one of them should be sleeping peacefully at this ridiculous hour. In a whispered voice she said, "I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's fine. What's going on?"
"I have to go."
"Come back to bed." Fitz tried. She could miss one meeting. He wanted her to get a little more sleep right now. She desperately needed it.
She went to his side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it. She was beyond tired, and didn't know how much longer she could keep up with this fast pace. "I can't. There's a meeting in forty five minutes down in the Situation Room."
"Sit this one out. You're tired and you need some more sleep." He pleaded.
He was sweet to worry about her. She leaned in his direction and kissed his cheek. She almost caved in when she felt his strong arms come around her, holding her tight. His skin was warm and inviting, and the internal struggle to stay in his arms and rest or go to work was a difficult one. But she couldn't stay. Wouldn't. "There's new intel. The meeting won't last long, I'm sure."
"Liv, you're not taking care of yourself. You know that I have to get demanding and mean when that happens." He rubbed her shoulders and heard her groan lightly. She was a bundle of knots. He briefly wondered if the White House had a masseuse. The challenge would be getting Olivia to be still long enough to get the kinks worked out of her body.
"I think I can handle it." She said, trying to keep things light. The last thing she wanted right now was to be fighting with Fitz. She knew he was right, but easing up was not an option at the moment.
"But Liv..." She was such a stubborn woman. If he didn't respect that so much about her it would piss him off.
She got to her feet before he began making sense to her foggy mind. "Fitz. I have to do this. It's quite literally my job."
"Your job isn't to make yourself ill."
She would much rather stay in bed with Fitz and sleep the entire day away, avoiding meetings and people in general. But she couldn't do that. "I'm just going to jump in the shower to clear the cobwebs away. Go back to sleep."
He sighed loudly. Damn it. If she was up, he was up. And he'd have a surprise for the stubborn Leader of the Free World when she got out of the shower too. He grabbed the phone she had just used and made a quick call. Once that was done, he briefly thought about joining her in the shower, but then thought better of it.
Instead, he pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms that were draped across a nearby chair. Fitz slept in the nude. Always had. But when he began sleeping at the White House, he thought it might be a good idea to leave a pair of pajamas in the bedroom in case someone burst in with some type of an emergency. He pulled an old gray t-shirt over his head and headed toward the kitchen. She might not have given in about staying in the residence, but she wasn't going to have a choice about what he had in store for her.
Olivia stepped out of the shower and felt like crap. Great. This day was going to be a long one. She was sure of it. She wished she had the time to wallow in the feeling of dread that was beginning to seep into her veins. Looking into the mirror, Olivia saw the dark circles under her eyes getting darker by the day.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten more than a few bites of something here and there. Fitz was right. She needed to make some changes.
Maybe she would today. Maybe she would have time to.
It was a pretty lie, but a lie just the same. Olivia quickly ushered the thought out of her mind before it could even take root there. She had another day packed with meetings and events that couldn't be put off for any reason. She'd sleep when the crisis passed.
She quietly stepped into the bedroom fully prepared to be filled with envy that Fitz was asleep, but he wasn't there. Deciding that he must have gotten on with his day too, she flipped on the light and got dressed. After her make up was applied, she headed for the kitchen door to go to her meeting.
"Morning." Fitz chirped as he read the newspaper.
She practically jumped out of her skin, letting out a shriek. "Jesus. You scared me half to death, Fitz. I thought you were already gone."
"Nope. Still here." He answered, not looking up at her. "Sit down, Liv."
"I..." She began.
"Don't say you can't, because it's simply not true. We both know that you can. You are the President and the meeting won't start without you." He patiently folded the paper and set it on a corner of the table.
"And, unless you want this to get ugly rather quickly, you will sit down." He tilted his head slightly in her direction and waited for her to decide what her next move would be. Olivia would be wise to sit her little ass down in a chair at the table. She had always been petite, but he was beginning to get concerned. She was starting to look frail, and he wasn't going to have it. He'd drive over to the White House at every meal and pull her kicking and screaming out of meetings and make her eat real food if he had to.
"Fine. You have ten minutes." She informed him before pulling a chair out and sitting in it. Did she smell coffee? Damn him for making some.
The door opened and a young man carrying two covered plates walked in. He set one of them in front of Olivia and the other one in front of Fitz without saying a word. Two mugs were set on the table and coffee was poured into each. The sugar and creamer were already on the table, along with the silverware. The young man bowed his head slightly and said, "enjoy your breakfast, Madam President."
Olivia smiled. Whatever was under the silver dome smelled like heaven. She was appreciative. Of Fitz for making her stop to eat, of the chef for whipping something up for her so quickly, and of the young man who seemed content to simply deliver the meal. "Thank you, Joseph."
She saw Fitz lift the lid on top of his plate and her eyes almost crossed. A stack of steaming hot pancakes along with a few pieces of crisp looking bacon sat side by side. She wasted no time lifting the lid on her own plate. They had the same thing. The President was a deliriously happy girl right now.
The two of them ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying their breakfast together. It was such a small simple thing, completely domesticated too, to share a meal with the person you loved. It was even simpler to know that he had taken care of everything for her. All she had to do was stop long enough to enjoy it.
She was already feeling far better than she had when she woke up. Looking over at him, Olivia told Fitz, "thank you. For breakfast, and making me slow down some. It means a lot to know that while I'm busy taking care of millions of Americans, you are taking care of me."
"I'm completely content to be the man behind the woman." He paused for a moment and added, "I didn't mean for that to sound dirty."
"I know what you meant. I just wanted you to know that I'm thankful for you. I needed this." She took a sip of her coffee and held her mug in her hands. "You've known me long enough to know that I am stubborn."
He opened his mouth to agree wholeheartedly.
"You don't need to say anything. We both know it's true."
"Less praise. More eating." He said, pointing to her plate. "I've decided to come back later to have lunch with you too."
"Fitz." She chuckled. "That's not..."
He tilted his head to the side again and shot her a look. "Don't make me bring Huck."
"Lunch would be lovely." Olivia was not about to get Huck on her bad side.
By eleven thirty Olivia felt like she had run a mental marathon. The situation happening in Bandar was top priority, but she still had countless other things to deal with. She was headed for the door to go out of the Oval Office to take care of one of those daily things when Cyrus walked in.
"Did I catch you busy, Madam President? Come sit down."
"Unfortunately, I was headed out the door, Cyrus. What can I do for you?" she asked.
"Sit down for a minute please ma'am." He said, repeating himself.
Olivia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her head was splitting. "I don't have time for this Cyrus. I have to give some remarks to..."
He cut her off. "To the people who volunteered during the hurricane that struck the southern states. I know. Sit down please, ma'am."
"Cyrus, I don't have time for this. If I don't leave right now, I'll be late."
"You're not going." He informed her from his seat beside the resolute desk. He patiently drummed his fingers across the top of it as he waited for her to join him. This was kinda fun.
"Why wouldn't I go to that? It was on my calendar this morning. It's been on my calendar for over a week now." She was growing impatient with her Chief of Staff and his demanding ways. It was yet another thing she didn't have time for. He turned around to look at her.
"I asked the Vice President to speak on your behalf. Sit down. Please don't make me say it again, ma'am."
She didn't feel like going, if she was honest. Her head was killing her, she could barely keep her eyes open, and she still had a full day to work to accomplish. She strode angrily to her desk, mostly just for show, took her seat behind her desk, and talked to her Chief of Staff. But first, she had to find something for her headache. The Tylenol was found in the second drawer she looked in. "Why would you give that to Bill?"
"Look, I know you have big ugly manly shoes to fill. I get it. And I am not the type to hand out compliments. Can we agree on that?" There were no lies in any of that.
"Yes, I believe that we can." She poured herself a glass of water and took two of the white oval pills for pain.
"You are doing a fantastic job ma'am. I'm not saying that because you're my boss, or because you're a woman. I'm saying that because it's the truth. I'm also saying it because you need to take a break before Bill is doing a whole hell of a lot more than talking to volunteers about a hurricane." The older man gave her a look of warning. "It's hard to run a country from a hospital bed, Madam President."
She must look worse than she thought. Cyrus was right. The thought of an hour long cat nap sounded like sheer bliss right now. "Maybe I could carve out an hour or two from my schedule and lie down? The thought of sleeping in the middle of the day sounds sooo good right now."
Cyrus glanced at his watch and slapped a hand on top of her desk. "That's one of your better ideas today, ma'am."
The door to the Oval opened and Olivia wearily looked to see who it was and what they wanted now. She had just talked herself into the thought of closing her eyes for a few minutes. The President perked up some when she saw who it was. "Fitz! What are you doing here?"
He was carrying a familiar looking, large, brown, paper bag. Ignoring her question, he asked one of his own. "Did she give you any trouble?"
"I'm sorry. What?" Olivia asked in a voice laced with genuine confusion. Was he talking to Cyrus right now?
"Not one bit, Mr. Grant." The Chief of Staff reported cheerily before getting to his feet.
"Great." Fitz held out a hand in Liv's direction.
"Excuse me!" Olivia blurted out. What the hell was going on here? Since when did the two of them get along?
"Thank you for keeping her occupied since I was running a bit late. The line at the restaurant was out of this world today."
Cyrus chuckled. "No problem. It was...well, it was weird - truth be told - to sit down for five minutes and do absolutely nothing."
"I know how hard that was for you. Thank you, Cy. Where'd you get with her?"
Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest and scowled. Her head moved back and forth between them as she kept up with their conversation. She had been set up and she didn't like it one bit. "What are you talking about? And when did the two of you kiss and make up?" "
She was just about to go up to the residence and lay down for..." Cyrus turned his head and squinted at Liv as if he was having a hard time recalling what she had said just five minutes ago. "What was it you said, Madam President?"
"Cyrus!" Olivia warned. She wondered if this could possibly be grounds to demote him?
Cy pretended to think it over as a happy smile covered his aging face. He knew perfectly well what she had said. His mind was sharper than a surgeon's scalpel. "Oh yea. Now I remember. She said an hour or two."
"Perfect. It's good to finally have you on the team, Cy!" And it was. In Fitz's mind, it was a win win to have someone on the inside who could keep up with Liv and make sure she was taking care of herself. Cyrus wouldn't pull any punches with her either. He'd tell it like it is, even if she didn't want to hear it. Using her words against her was a nice little bonus. Eventually Olivia would see that the two men had her best interests in mind.
"You've got it from here, I assume?" Cyrus asked in all seriousness.
"You bet I do." He leaned close to her angry face and kissed her cheek before showing her the brown bag. "Hi. I brought you Mama's for lunch."
"Fitzgerald Grant!" Olivia was fuming. She had just been played by her own Chief of Staff. She should have known better than for him to actually be nice to her. Shifting things in her schedule to lighten the load. What a crock of shit!
Cy was liking this new phase of life. Acting like he gave a damn about his boss' schedule was a bit of a stretch, but he did care about her as a person. Anyone with eyes could see that she needed to get away for just a little break. If that meant ganging up on her with her fixer boyfriend, then so be it. "If she gives you any trouble. Any at all..."
"She won't." The tone of Fitz's voice left no room for argument. "She'll eat lunch and sleep for at least an hour. Won't you, Livvie?"
"I am not speaking to either one of you for the rest of the day." Men were assholes. Especially ones who ganged up on her. Even if it was for her best interest.
"Super!" Cyrus' overly excited voice sang. He walked out the door a little quicker to be safe, and to put some much needed space between him and his boss. She was about to fall over from exhaustion. A healthy lunch and a nap would do wonders to make her feel more human. And that made teaming up with Fitz worth it.
Fitz and Olivia walked up to the residence in silence. He'd had a quiet morning and hadn't really done much, but a nap would go a long way to make up for the early morning hour he had been woken up at. But the belly needed to be dealt with first.
All of the food was taken out of the bag and the lids removed. Fitz retrieved two of everything they would need to eat their lunch and decided that buffet style was the best way to eat this particular meal. Chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans, along with fluffy rolls made up their lunch.
Olivia dug in, much like she had with her breakfast that morning. She was surprised to discover how hungry she really was. By the time she cleaned her plate, her headache was starting to dissipate. So, maybe there was something to sitting down and eating a healthy meal like a regular person. And that was when the urge to close her eyes became overwhelming. She couldn't stop yawning.
"Okay, that's my cue." Fitz picked up all the dirty dishes and set them in the sink. He then removed all of the empty containers and the brown bag everything had traveled to the White House in. He was yawning himself as he held out his hand for Liv to take. The two of them stumbled into the bedroom, leaving a trail of toed off shoes as they went.
They climbed up to the pillows from the foot of the bed, and he pulled back the pretty floral comforter so she could get in. He laid on his back and extended his arm to her side of the bed. She immediately curled into his side, and mumbled, "thank you" before she passed out. He brought her thin little body closer to his and pressed a kiss to her temple before he followed her into sleep.
Waking up on your own was so much better than being commanded to get up by a device making annoying sounds at you. Olivia slowly blinked her eyes open and just listened to the silence. The phone wasn't ringing. No one was barging in to make demands of her time and attention. The voices of people who had been around much longer than she had weren't echoing in her brain. The feeling of being completely overwhelmed wasn't weighing heavily on her mind.
Olivia took a moment to take inventory of how she felt.
Her headache was gone, her belly was satisfied, her eyesight was no longer bleary around the edges, and for the first time in days, she didn't feel depleted of energy. It was a good place to be for a change. Fitz sighed in his sleep and Olivia shifted her gaze from the ceiling to look over at him. The view was lacking, so she propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at sleeping beauty, as Huck had called him when she was in the hospital.
A smile crossed her face before she even thought about it. The stern faced determined man who had left little room for her to argue about eating lunch and taking a nap was resting peacefully beside her. The worry lines on his face that came from his concern about her were now as smooth as stone. It appeared that Fitz needed some sleep almost as much as she had. The realization made her smile grow.
He was so good to her. And good for her. No one else in her life had even attempted to get her to slow down some. Olivia couldn't blame them. She couldn't fathom going to a former President and asking him to take it easy. It just wasn't done.
Not until now. Not until Fitz.
He wasn't scared to piss her off. Or to tell her like it was. He would never be disrespectful to her or tell her how to do her job as President, but he would take a stand when she wasn't taking care of herself. And apparently, he would go so far as to call a truce with her Chief of Staff to accomplish it. Olivia respected him for not being skittish when it came her health and well being.
The truth was, she needed someone to push back and make her slow down every once in a while. She could get too focused on trying to do her job and proving her worth to the American people, as well as all of the men she worked alongside to take care of herself. Fitz was comfortable enough with her power to let her lead however she thought best without questioning it while making sure she wasn't neglecting herself while doing so.
Lifting a finger to his ridiculously handsome face, Olivia gently and lazily traced his lips. They were soft and inviting, and before she gave it a second thought, she immediately leaned closer to sample his lips with her own. The familiarity of the simple gesture would bring contentment for most. For Olivia, it stirred something inside her that had been ignored for the past week or so.
Two blue eyes opened suddenly, and the two strong arms that belonged to them came swiftly around her. Concern was his gut reaction. "Liv? Are you okay?"
This was not the time for a conversation. She quietly murmured, "mmmhmm" as she put her hand on the far side of his head and shifted her body over to cover his. Once she was settled, she dipped her head to capture his lips once again; happy to have him actively taking part.
He broke the kiss abruptly, bringing a disgruntled sound from her throat. "Hey, we don't need to do this right now."
Olivia jerked her head back as if she'd been slapped. "Are you turning me down for sex? Isn't that grounds to get your man card revoked?"
Fitz rolled his eyes. "You just got the best sleep you've had in over a week. Why don't you reserve that energy for the things you need to do today?"
Her eyebrows went up as she looked down at him. "Fitz? You're my fixer, right?"
"Yes."
"I need sex right now. Do you think you can fix..." Her breath whooshed out as he gripped her hips and moved quickly. All she could do was hold on to his shoulders tightly as she was flung from her perch on his lap. She found herself flat on her back underneath him and loosened her grip on him. "Hi."
Fitz ran the tip of his nose along the side of hers before pulling his head back and giving her a smile. "Hi. I take it you slept well?"
"I did!" Olivia told him with a grin. "I feel like a brand new person, and it's all thanks to you."
"And you think you have to repay me somehow?" He knew that's not how she felt, but it bought him some time as he began opening buttons on her shirt.
"Not at all. It's been a while since I've had the energy for sex. I want to take advantage of the momentum while I have it."
He had her shirt open and was slowly kissing a trail from her neck down to the valley between her breasts. He had missed her just as much as she had missed him. He replied to her between kisses. "How about we compromise? You lay there as I take advantage of you?"
"Fitz? I don't want you to think..."
He lifted his head and gave her a predatory look before giving a one word warning. "Quiet."
It took everything she had not to grin up at him. Her sexy fixer was in a mood to be in control. She knew he was only doing it for Olivia to keep the well rested feeling that had evaded her over the past week, but she didn't care. Fitz in complete control was one of the sexiest things in the world. She would happily lay there and do as he demanded. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the delirious feeling contained.
He slithered his body backwards over hers until he was kneeling near her ankles. As anxious as he was to free her of her clothing, he knew two things to be fact. One, they didn't have a lot of uninterrupted time left together before someone called or stormed in demanding Olivia's attention to the current situation in Bandar. And two, Olivia thrived on his dominating side. Pushing the former out of his mind, he focused on the latter. He got up and locked the bedroom door to ensure no one came in until they were ready.
Flicking his eyes to her playful brown ones as he stalked back to his spot on the bed, Fitz quite plainly made his first demand. "Take off your clothes."
He might be in control, but Olivia was going to toy with him as long as she could get away with it. Taking her time, she slid her hands down to the waistband of her black dress pants and freed the silver clasp from the fastener. She watched his intense blue eyes drop to her center with laser like focus. It brought a small smile to her face. Grasping the zipper, she pulled it down very slowly.
His blue eyes went back to her face. He would have that face contorted with pleasure soon enough. He had to get her to stop screwing with him first. Batting her hands away, he grabbed the material and jerked it down her legs. Once they were off, he threw them over his shoulder to the floor behind him. "Panties next. Let's go, Madam President."
Olivia slowly and sensually slid her hands down the front of her body, parting them when she reached her hips. She watched him watching her as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the lacy material and slid it down at the same leisurely pace. She gave him credit. He didn't say anything about how slow she was moving. She knew it was killing him though.
"Sit up while I remove your top half."
"You don't want me to do it?" Olivia asked, pretending to be confused.
"We don't have all day, now do we?" Her shirt was hanging off her shoulders so getting rid of it was a simple task. The bra followed quickly afterward. He took a moment to let his eyes linger on her skin but he didn't touch her. Not yet.
He got to his feet and gave her something to look at by taking off his own clothing. Once the small buttons on his shirt were opened, Fitz pulled his shirt open across his chest and peeled it down over his shoulders. It fell on the floor behind him without another thought. Olivia was looking at him like he was a snack she was dying to consume. His pants followed quickly behind. He tried taking his time, but thoughts of having her underneath him, whimpering his name made that a non- starter. His initial thought was to have Olivia remove his underwear, but he thought better of it. She tried to take creative control sometimes and this joining would end up much quicker if she "accidentally" brushed up against him in the process.
When he was naked too, he crawled up the bed from the bottom and didn't stop until his lips landed on hers. He kissed her roughly as he pushed her back down onto the mattress. His tongue delved into her mouth and he groaned with urgency. As he ended the kiss, Fitz pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped lightly. His body was screaming for the inevitable joining.
Grabbing her wrists with one hand, Fitz pinned them to the bed over her head as his kisses became hungrier and more possessive. His other hand moved swiftly down between her legs and began to play in her wet heat. It wasn't long before she was writhing under him, begging for release. He broke the kiss to watch her splinter into a thousand pieces as he pushed her towards a ledge. "Fiiiiiitz" she panted.
"Come for me, Liv." He encouraged.
"But I..."
"Do it!" He commanded.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her face quickly crinkled as her mouth opened and her breath was released in jagged pants. Her body tensed as the orgasm ripped through her. Nothing felt better. She held onto him tighter, needing an anchor as she rode out this particularly magnificent storm.
Fitz wasn't giving her time to come completely down from her high. He kissed her passionately as his upper hand released her wrists and his lower one pulled her bent knee up higher as he plunged into her with one thrust. Olivia grabbed his back in a death grip as they both gasped. Her at the surprise attack. He at the exquisite feeling of the snug fit. "Fuck, Liv. You feel amazing."
"You've got to move your hips, Fitz."
"Are you giving me a command?" He asked with a grin on his face.
She raised an eyebrow and sent him a superior look. "I am. Play time is over. Do it!"
Fuck, she was sexy! "I serve at the pleasure of the President."
"Then get to pleasuring me!" She demanded. She pinched his ass for good measure.
Fitz quickly sat up and brought her on top of his lap, straddling him, before repeatedly plunging deep inside of her. Her fingers on one hand tightly gripped his back while the other held onto the curls at his neck. They were skin to skin, but there was still too much space between them.
Olivia closed the non-existent gap between them by pulling his face closer and kissing him passionately. The desperation they felt for each other was crystal clear. She put a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed Fitz backwards.
He held onto her as he fell, landing on his back. He was mesmerized by the superb view of watching her riding him into oblivion. "You are...god...so sexy on top of me, Liv. I've missed you."
His words made her feel so empowered and wanted. "I've missed you too."
The pretty floral comforter was thoroughly wound up in the sheet as their bodies moved together in a well known dance. Their heavy breathing and declarations of love were the only sounds in the room. They were in a happy bubble created just for the two of them.
After a few minutes, Fitz knew he needed to take control of the situation. He was never going to get a happy ending and leave her hanging without one. Getting back into the head space of taking control, he rolled them over and got to his feet beside the bed.
Olivia looked up at him in confusion.
"Get on your hands and knees for me." He demanded. He could have sworn he saw a ghost of a smile on her face "Right now!"
Olivia complied, happy to not have to face him. She was having a difficult time concealing her excitement at having bossy Fitz back. And behind her no less. He leaned over her back, planting little kisses along the way, until he was in her ear. "I know how much you love it when I tell you what to do. It's going to be fast and rough and you're going to love it. Now, open those magical thighs, Liv because I'm about to fuck. You. Up."
"God, yes!" She was expecting him to be vocal, but that was more warning than he'd ever given before. Excitement coursed through her veins. He slammed all the way into her and she screamed his name. No time was wasted before she found a pillow and held onto it. He drove into her with just as much reckless abandon as she had ridden him moments ago.
Her arms were feeling like rubber, and she laid her head on the pillow, leaving her ass up in the air. Her breathing was labored, her throat was as dry as dust, and her orgasm was close by, but she never wanted him to stop. "Fitz!" She squeaked out. "Harder!"
"Someone...really...loves this" he panted out. He gripped her hips even tighter and continued his mind blowing assault on her body.
"Don't stop!" She whimpered. Her hands were in tight little balls and her body felt like a live wire while her brain was telling her to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible. "More, more, more!"
He was about to come apart himself, but he had to drag an unwilling Olivia across the finish line first. He reached around her center and began playing her bundle of nerves like a violin. Moments later, she screamed, "Fiiiiiiiitz!" and sagged forward. He followed right behind her with a grunt before his body stilled and emptied.
It felt like it was a hundred degrees in this room and he would pay top dollar for a cold bottle of water right about now. Instead, he laid on the cool sheet and tried to control his breathing. "That was amazing, Liv."
"How does it get better every time we come together?"
"We're just that good at it." Fitz chuckled.
"You're crazy." Olivia chuckled back. "But I love you."
"I love you too. So much. How are you feeling?"
"Extraordinary! I know you were trying to help me preserve the well rested feeling after a fantastic and much needed lunch and nap - thank you for that, by the way."
He smiled at her. Only Olivia would be thanking him at a moment like this. "You're welcome. I'm sensing a but in that sentence."
Only Fitz knew her that well, and her big smile matched his. "But...I feel energized. The food and the sleep definitely helped, but the mind blowing sex was the icing on the cake."
"I thought we liked whipped cream better?" He asked with a wolfish grin. She giggled, and Fitz felt his worry for her dissipate completely. "Can I ask a favor of you?"
"Sure. What's one more person wanting something from me?" she teased.
"Smartass. When this situation in Bandar is over, I'd like to take you away somewhere. Just the two of us."
She grinned, turned on her side, and propped her head onto her palm. "Really? Just you and I? Where do you want to go?"
"I have a plan. It's a surprise though. I know we'll have to take Jeffery and Tom along with us. Maybe a few others. I'm okay with that. What do you say?"
"I say yes!" She replied giddily and leaned over his chest and kissed him.
"It's too hot to cuddle." Fitz whined.
"Are you telling the President of the United States no?"
"As the man who just screwed your brains out with great enthusiasm, yes!"
She giggled at him as the phone on the bedside table rang loudly, breaking through their happy little bubble. Olivia turned to Fitz and grinned. "It was fun while it lasted."
Leaning over his body, she reached for the phone and said, "yes?"
Fitz moved his head slightly, pulled her nipple into his mouth, and began to suck lightly as she listened to whoever had called. His hands roamed her still heated skin, and he began to feel the familiar stirring in his lower half for more of her even though he knew it was futile right now. He'd take what he could get while she was distracted.
She halfheartedly swatted at him and groaned lightly at the feel of his mouth on her skin. "I understand. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
The phone was shakily returned to the red base before she turned her attention to the crazy man in her bed. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Grant?"
He answered with her nipple lightly clamped between his teeth. "I thought it was obvious, Ms. Pope?"
"We don't have time for another round. I've been summoned."
"You just said you'd be there in twenty minutes. I only need three of them." he stated cockily.
"Three minutes? What can you possibly accomplish in one hundred and eighty seconds?"
"Is that a challenge?" He needed clarity.
"Yes." Olivia answered defiantly. Two and a half minutes later she was breathing hard and shakily attempting to get her clothes back on. "Remind me to never question your skills again."
"Where's the fun in that?" Fitz asked with a devious grin.