Episode 203. Well… So many interesting pieces. That scene in the woods? Soooo much potential for more. I'd like to believe Fitz went after her and had a bit more to say...
Fitz was frustrated beyond relief; she was refusing his calls. The few weeks felt like an eternity. He was miserable without her. The only bright spot was the excitement he felt about his son. He was really trying with Mellie, to be supportive and be a team in a way that they haven't been since the beginning. But that didn't stop every part of him that wanted Olivia. She was his first thought upon waking, and his last when he closed his eyes. He could see her smile, hear her laugh and see his joy reflected in her eyes. How is it possible she had so much control over his happiness, yet handled it so fickly?
The moment he saw her in that picture with Senator Davis who he knew she dated and almost married, he saw red. He knew he would damn well have his say dammit, she owed him that much!
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He stood rooted in his spot as Olivia stormed off. "I am not yours!" Fuck. That didn't go as planned. As he could still taste her on his lips, he refused to let her go that easily. Fitz left his gun where it was and went after her with quick strides. As Olivia almost walked into the clearing, he grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him.
"You are mine," he uttered gruffly. "Just as much as I am yours. You may not always like it, but that's a fact." He pulled her closer, holding tighter as she initially fought to break his hold. "I will never let you go."
"Livvie…" he said her name in that way that halted her movement and slowly brought her gaze to his.
"I will never be over you…" he said cupping her jaw. "And if you feel an ounce of what I feel, and I know you do, you will never be over me either…" he stroked a hand down her back bringing her closer until they shared breath.
"I'm sorry" he breathed into her mouth; eyes full of conviction locked on hers. "I didn't…" Fitz threw his head back in exasperation. "You are driving me crazy. You're punishing me for a story that isn't ours. I'm not Pastor Drake, and you're not his mistress. You're not my mistress. How many times do I have to tell you that this is more than that?" He brushed his mouth over hers. "Stop punishing me. Stop punishing us. I hate it when you won't talk to me, or see me," he whispered bringing their mouths together again.
His hands slipped beneath her jacket, running back and forth over her hips. "The thought of anyone else touching you…tasting you" he pressed his forehead to her, his nose against hers. "It makes me want to break something and remind you, show you that you are mine."
Olivia's eyes narrowed as a myriad of emotions coursed through her. "You're right.. I have been punishing…you, us. But we are impossible. You need to be focused on the country, on this baby. This whole me and Edison thing, I didn't…"
"I know, I'm sorry." Fitz interrupted. He stroked her arm. "I love you. I don't know how to…be without you." Fitz looked into her eyes sincerely.
"You were jealous." Olivia said running her hands up his chest and to his shoulders.
"I was jealous." Fitz echoed, running his hands down her back and to her hips. "And I will never, I can't accept that we are impossible. What we have Liv…" He ran his hands down her arms and up to cup her face.
This time Olivia interrupted. "I know." She brought their mouths together gently, which quickly turned into one of hunger. Fitz branded her with his hands even as his mouth devoured. Pushing her against the nearest tree, he broke their kiss. "Let me.." he whispered roughly, his hands already at the snap of her pants. "I need to touch you." His hand slipped into her pants, cupping the wet heat of her lace-covered core. He groaned against her neck, even as her shoved her panties aside and slipped two fingers inside her. Olivia gasped and gripped his shoulders as he began rubbing his thumb over her clit. Fitz hooked his fingers inside of her to stroke her g-spot. As he felt her walls begin to clamp around his fingers, he took her mouth to muffle her moan as she came. He continued stroking her, prolonging her climax until her body began to relax. Gently, he pulled his fingers from her body before bringing them to his mouth before slowly sucking them clean, watching her with hooded eyes.
To his surprise, she dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, feeling him through his boxers, her eyes locked on his as he looked down at her eyes with darkened with need. She smoothly freed him, stroking him firmly before licking the droplets from his tip. She took him deep into her mouth, moaning around him. Fitz gently gripped her hair with one hand as he planted his feet wider for balance. "Fuck Liv…" he groaned as she stroked him with her tongue, hand at his base and cupped his balls with her other hand massaging him gently. He felt his orgasm charge through his like lightening and groaned her name as he came. His hips jerked reflexively as she continued to suck him stroking his balls and shaft, milking him dry. As she felt his body sag, she pulled herself up, using his hips as leverage.
Their eyes met and held as she tucked him back into his pants with a soft smile on her face. He fixed her pants in turn before tugging her closer and slowly bringing her mouth to his. They both moaned, tasting themselves and each other. The kiss deepened and he brought his hands up to cup her face. He nipped her bottom lip before breaking the kiss and bringing their foreheads together. They both held on for a moment.
"I need to get back to work." Olivia whispered, stroking her hands over his shoulders and down his back.
Fitz was quiet a moment, before looking at her intently. "Tonight, when I call, answer."
"Ok." Olivia smiled softly.
"Ok" he repeated returning her smile before she turned to walk out of the clearing.
Fitz walked back to gather his gun before returning to finish his hunting expedition.
Please review! Up next is part 1 of my take on the campaign trail. :D
