Episode 103 had so much potential. Meddling, spiteful Cyrus ruined what promised to be a great reunion. What if they did meet that night? Enjoy!
Fitz's Point of View
Fitz had been thinking about her all day, especially after Cyrus made him listen to what he thought was a sex tape of him with Amanda Tanner. From the first moment he knew who it was on the tape and it almost brought him to his knees. Listening to their passion, hearing her moans as he devastated her, even as she devastated him… That night came back in vivid clarity in his mind. That first time…her taste, her touch, the look in her eyes each time he filled her…thinking about it made it hard to breathe. He was so in love with her. He'd felt drawn to her, had desired her the moment he saw her. Having all that raw unbridled passion that was Olivia focused on him was beyond compelling. Being near her made him want beyond belief, but until that night he never thought he'd sate that want.
Tonight, seeing her walk in wearing that white dress and then holding her in his arms? God. He groaned softly, torturing himself as his mind played those moments over repeatedly. He'd waited patiently in the garden, knowing that she would come, only to have that hope dashed painfully when Cyrus told him it had all been a lie. It hurt thinking she could be so cold, so calculating. How could he have been so wrong about what he'd seen in her eyes? Seeing his feelings mirrored in her gaze? He wanted answers….
Olivia's Point of View
She could have ignored Mellie's invitation to the gala, should have. Frankly she was surprised to get the call and more so the demand that she attend, especially with the growing friction between her and the White House. Fitz couldn't have known about it and if she doubted that, the surprise evident on his face when she arrived was a clear indication. If she knew nothing else, she knew Mellie had her own reasons for doing things and tonight that included her attending the gala. Though she tried to suppress her weakness for him, she wanted to see him, needed to. It had been so hard to start a new chapter of her life and stay away from Fitz. Leaving him was beyond painful; it was like losing a part of herself. But she had always been committed to his success and leaving him was the best way for him to be the man she fell in love with, the man she got elected. She never expected to be sucked back into the White House and knew how quickly, how easily she could succumb to her intense feelings for him. Fitz was her drug, addictive and-consuming and tonight he proved irresistible. Fitz always looked good but was especially appealing in a tux. The way his hand tried not to move over her back on the dance floor, his clear frustration at the way things were and his demand to see her pulled at her. But that paled in comparison to his compelling and convincing declaration, I love you. When Cyrus told her it was all a ruse? It hurt beyond belief to think that Fitz would use what was between them as a ploy and then have her tossed out by secret service. Unbelievable! Her anger burned fiercely, pacing her living room after returning home from her late-night client visit. I wish I could give him a piece of my mind right now. Her phone rang…
.…
"Olivia." She could hear his anger in just the utterance of her name.
"Fitz." Their mutual anger and hurt vibrating in the charged air.
"How could you…" They both said at the same time.
"How could I what?" The both said again unanimously.
In another charged moment of silence, they both fought off smiles. Taking a breath, Olivia waited.
"How could you do it? Play me like that? Use my feelings for you as leverage to screw me over with this Amanda Tanner issue?" he asked hurt and anger warring in his tone.
"I played you?" Olivia asked in an incredulous tone. "You said you loved me and asked me to come to you and when I did you had me tossed out by Secret Service like your dirty little secret." Her voice held hurt and tears.
"Liv when have I ever treated you that way? How could you possibly think I see you as some dirty little secret?" he demanded. "If you don't recall, you kept telling me not to look at you because of what could be seen in my eyes." His tone softened.
They were both silent a moment, contemplating actions, what had been said, what had been done.
"Cyrus." The concluded unanimously.
"Liv," Fitz whispered. "Come back. We need to finish what we started tonight. I need to see you."
"Are you sure I won't be physically removed again?" Olivia asked hesitantly.
"No one would dare. I'll make sure of it." Fitz said with a growl. "Our spot 15 minutes?" he asked with uncertainty.
"Our spot." She confirmed.
Fitz again waited in the garden deciding to sit on a bench, listening to the quiet, absorbing the soft lights. Hearing soft steps, he rose and turned slowly, eyes locked on Olivia as she hesitantly walked toward him.
"Hi." He said quietly.
"Hi." She repeated softly.
He met her halfway, sliding his hands over her still mostly naked back, smiling at the fact that neither of them had bothered to change clothing. He pulled her closer, looking into her eyes. "Do you believe that I love you Liv?" he whispered. "Because I do…" he pulled her impossibly closer. Her back arched as his hand stroked down it in a possessive gesture.
"Yes…" she breathed helplessly. "But that doesn't change the Aman… mmmmmgghmm"
He took her mouth, need taking over. Her hands stroked over his shoulders before moving into his hair as he bit and sucked at her lips before plunging his tongue inside. He took her mouth like a man possessed, hungry and insatiable. With a growl he broke their kiss, his mouth attacking her throat as she gasped and moaned in pleasure.
They both shuddered with need. "I know this doesn't fix the problem, but…" he whispered.
"I need you," they finished again in unison.
Their eyes locked and clearly communicated their deepest, most honest feelings for each other, the depth of them. Taking her hand, Fitz linked their fingers together. "Come with me." He led her back to the White House, having already secured a private quiet room that he often used for himself when he needed a minute. He knew now he would always think of Liv in that space as she trailed behind him while agents discreetly resumed their posts. With the door closed behind them, Fitz locked blue eyes with brown, both of their needs resurfacing as tension filled the room. Walking to her in a measured pace, he stopped directly in front of her before brushing the back of his hand down her cheek as his other hand stroked down her bare arm. He leaned down and kissed her softly, tentatively. They kissed again in a soft, measured way until the kisses grew deeper and hungry once again. Olivia slipped her hands beneath his jacket to run over his back as warm hands slid down her back.
"Take this off," he whispered gruffly and as Olivia reached for the hidden zipper on her white dress, Fitz took off his tux jacket and tie. His hands froze before he could start on the buttons on his shirt as the transparent white lace beneath her gown became visible.
He groaned deeply before pulling her closer. She began to unbutton his shirt as he removed his pants, their mouths fused again, their tongues battled in long deep strokes for dominance. Liv moaned as he nipped her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. His hands were everywhere, hot, stroking her breasts through her bra, running down her sides and over her hips and thighs repeatedly, stirring her emotions. When she removed his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and down over his abdomen, she felt him shiver and release a guttural, hoarse groan before attacking her throat with lips and tongue. In response, Olivia gripped his hair, nipping and sucking on the shell of his ear, both knowing just what they did to each other. Fuck.
Lifting her into his arms, Fitz walked them to his leather sleeper sofa and laid her down gently before lowering himself between her legs, never breaking eye contact. "I need to taste you."
He gripped the edges of her panties, Olivia lifting her hips in assistance, as he pulled them down her legs. "you're so wet for me…" he kissed each hip and nipped at her inner thighs before swiping his wet tongue slowly up her glistening folds. He gently parted her, before sucking firmly on her clit. They both groaned, the vibration causing Olivia to scrape her nails over his shoulders.
He alternated between sucking and licking her, creating a rhythm that drove her wild before slipping a finger inside of her. His eyes moved to her face to watch what he did to her with his mouth and hands. He knew she was close by how tightly she clamped around his finger and sucked harder on her clit before curving his finger to hit the spot that always sent her over the edge. Olivia bit her lip to muffle her moans as she came. He continued to suck and stroke her gently as she rode out her climax. When the pulsing calmed, he moved up her body, taking her mouth greedily, possessively.
She pushed his boxers down his hips and stroked her hands over him. He groaned into her neck as she lined him up with her hot core. Gripping her hips, he pressed inside her, filling her completely before plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She clinched around him, a hot, tight fist as he moved, their bodies joined and their fingers linking. Pulling back from their kiss, they watched each other with hooded gazes, a mixture of passion, desire and love as they connected again on every level. They moved together in unison, Olivia instinctively moving one knee back to take him deeper while wrapping the other around his waist. They both groaned unable to fight the intensity of what was always between them. Feeling her walls began to tighten, he took her mouth again as she came violently, continuing to pump into her as his own orgasm powered through him. He emptied inside of her, continuing to rock gently as they both came down.
He buried his face in her neck breathing them in. "I love you Livvie." he murmured into her throat. Fitz felt his heart race when in a rare moment she whispered "I love you too…" Lifting his gaze to her slowly, he gently ran his fingers over her nose, then her cheek. He followed the curve of her face before tracing her lips gently, as if capturing the moment. Leaning down, he kissed her softly, wanting to show her just how much hearing the words meant to him. They both basked in the tenderness caressing each other with warm, soft strokes.
Olivia changed the kiss and stroking the soft hairs at nape of his neck and behind his ears in the way she knew drove him crazy and felt him harden inside her. Locking her legs around him, she touched him in that way so that he flipped them over, resting against the back of the couch still buried inside her. He stroked her hips as she ran her hands over his chest and abs and began to move. She rocked slowly, Fitz meeting her downward stroke, pumping up deeper into her. He brought his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth, nibbling on the sensitive tip. She moaned, pulling his head closer, riding him harder. She pulled his mouth to hers and wrapped her legs even tighter around him. He groaned and gripped her hips tighter, feeling her walls tighten around her. With one hand, he reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles. Fitz felt her body began to quake as she came hard, milking his cock and lengthening his orgasm. He kissed her deeply as they both rode the wave.
When their bodies calmed and began to cool, he gripped her hips, stood and walked them into the adjacent bathroom. He still held on to her, not yet ready to pull out of her and break that connection. He looked into her eyes as the shower heated, basking in her gaze. She cupped his cheek, sighing when he pressed his face into her palm. It had been so long since they had connected on such as deep and intimate level. Damn I missed him. Fuck I need her, they both thought silently. When steam billowed out of the shower, Fitz eyes told her he was about to break their connection. Touching her forehead briefly to his, Olivia nodded. As he pulled out of her they both groaned and Fitz watched as his seed slid down her thighs before pulling her gently into the shower.
They washed each other silently, gently, lovingly. With lingering strokes and soft sighs, they reconnected through simple touch, just as needed as what the love they shared before. As he stood behind her, Fitz wrapped his arms securely around her before lowering his mouth to kiss her neck, nibbling along her skin. When they were done, he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the warming rack before wrapping her in it, gently drying her skin. Liv in turned grabbed a second towel and started to dry Fitz hair as he leaned forward before moving on to his smooth taunt chest and shoulders. She continued down in smooth, deft strokes, squatting to dry his thighs. She looked up at him before pressing a kiss along his cock as they shared an intimate, hungry look.
"I can't get enough of you" they said once again in unison before chuckling softly. Wrapping their arms around each other, they took a minute, to just stand wrapped in warmth and love.
"I should go…." Olivia said breaking the embrace.
"Livvie…I know you don't trust me but-"
She cut him off. " I do trust you. But that nor this wipes out the Amanda situation. I have to do right by her. You made me question her and question myself."
"I know and I sorry Liv." Fitz gripped her arms gently, looking into her eyes earnestly. "I made a mistake…"
"Well let's make sure this isn't one." Olivia, donning a towel, walked back into the room and began redressing silently.
"When can I see you again?" Fitz asked assuredly.
Olivia paused in the process of zipping her dress to look at him.
"I meant what I said earlier. I am not spending anymore time away from you…"
"Fitz… you're impossible…This is impossible…We are impossible…"
"I don't accept that." Fitz crossed over to her, cupping her jaw and peering imploringly into her eyes. "I need you. I need to talk to you, to see you Livvie…" He gently touched his forehead to hers. "Don't shut me out."
They breathed each other in, both soothed by the connection and poignantly aware of what was at stake.
Caressing his jaw and stroking her fingers through his hair, Olivia whispered "I won't shut you out…"
