Chapter 4 – A new Beginning
Olivia rode back on the coach with the other staffers and interns. The President having long ago been spirited back to the White House, along with Cyrus and a few other key players. Around her jubilant chat swirled over and around her but Olivia sat alone, separated into her own little world by her thoughts. Her mind replaying every look, every gesture, every kiss she'd ever had from Fitz. She gazed out the window into the darkness at DC, streetlights strobing across her face as she sat cocooned in a bubble of warm memories fuelled by a rising anticipation of what was to come.
xXx
Upon their arrival back at the West Wing there was a distinct fin de siècle atmosphere. Olivia's coach had been the last one back and she entered the office behind the others, who were still excitedly dissecting every moment of Fitz's speech. Huck walked beside her, seemingly aware that she was in a daze and didn't try to speak to her. Amelia followed the others down the corridors, lined with staffers. Ties loosened, people were eating hot dogs and drinking beers, celebrating the success of the launch. The group reached the buffet, and Amelia took a beer, she was far too excited to eat. As she turned around the group parted and there he was. Fitz, holding court with Cyrus and the rest of the senior team. His eyes met hers as he listened to what Martin Walker, his comms director was animatedly telling him. His tie was crooked, and his sleeves were rolled up as he took a swig of his beer without breaking eye contact. Olivia had a vision of herself running across the room and jumping into his arms. She stared at him for a beat longer than she should have when Huck grabbed her elbow and spirited her off into a distant corner.
"You have to stop staring at him," Huck hissed into her ear.
"Hmm," agreed Olivia, "wait, what?" She startled from her reverie by the sense of urgency Huck conveyed with his voice.
"You have to stop looking at the president like that or everyone is going to know that there is something going on between you both. You should have this beer and leave." Huck admonished her.
Olivia gasped and shook her head.
"If you were smart you'd be on the train home by now," Huck continued.
"I can't leave now," Olivia whispered. I need him she added to herself. The beer was going to her head, she felt a kind of fatalism settle over her. She was determined to see where this was headed, come what may. She turned back to face the room, her eyes scanning faces, where was he? Huck tutted quietly in annoyance but stayed at her side. She noticed the White House photographer taking candid's of various groups of people talking. Her eyes followed him as he walked across to the Comms Director who had been speaking to Fitz earlier. He whispered something to him which seemed to go down well, the comms director rushed from the room.
xXx
Cyrus wasn't interested in making small talk with his colleagues this evening. He had bigger fish to fry. After that abysmal conversation with Fitz earlier it was clear to him that something needed to be done. He left the party and marched, as swiftly as he was able to without drawing suspicion, back to his office.
He picked up his phone, "Find Agent Carter for me? Yes, as a matter of urgency. And don't let anyone else in until I've spoken to him." He sat with steepled fingers, waiting.
Hank Carter was the head of the Whitehouse Secret Service detail. He was, generally speaking, a good man. An honest man. But Cyrus Beene had been in this game long enough to know that everyone had buried secrets, you just had to dig deep enough. Agent Carter had remortgaged his house to pay substantial gambling debts and had a particularly vicious porn habit.
He didn't have to wait for long before Agent Carter knocked and entered the room.
"Mr Beene, Sir. How can I be of assistance?" Agent Carter didn't have much time for Cyrus.
"What I'm about to tell you, Agent Carter, is very sensitive. I need this stay strictly between us," Cyrus paused and looked Agent Carter in the eye. "I need you to have the President's detail report any unusual activity directly to me."
Agent Carter was stunned, although outwardly unperturbed. How unprofessional!
"I'm sorry, Sir, but that information is confidential. It's strictly need- to-know only. You understand." Hank expected that to be the end of it.
"Understand?" Cyrus asked, quietly. "Do I understand? How about I tell you what I understand? You will speak to the guys on the President's detail and you will report any unusual activity directly to me. Anyone he's spoken to out of the ordinary, or anywhere he's been that's unexpected. And you will do this with a smile on your face, Agent Carter." Cyrus took a step closer to the stoic Agent. "Because if you don't, I will tell your wife how much you owe in gambling debts and I'll leak your browser history to the press."
Agent Carter melted away and Cyrus was left with Hank, a man with grubby secrets he was too ashamed to let his wife find out about. He nodded, reluctant to speak in case his voice shook.
"Dismissed," Cyrus spoke from behind his desk, waving his hand at the head of the Secret Service detail without looking up at him.
xXx
Olivia's spirits slumped a little, he must have been called away. She resolved to follow Huck's advice and head home once she'd finished this beer and gulped down the last mouthful.
"I'm gonna head off, Huck," she said.
Huck nodded, "I'll walk you to the metro," he said. They walked across the room toward the door, waving across the room to Abby and Quinn, Olivia couldn't see the others.
The song playing over the speakers finished and the conversation in the room hit a natural lull as Olivia and Huck made to leave the party.
Suddenly Fitz strode back into the room and Olivia found herself face to face with him.
They stood frozen, locked onto each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity, neither able to break free.
Mere seconds passed until the comms director and photographer followed, still talking loudly, and the spell was broken, Huck hurriedly moved himself and Olivia back to the edge of the room.
Martin Walker, the Comms director, stepped into the middle of the room, oblivious to what he had unwittingly interrupted, and dinged the side of his glass with a knife. As the room fell silent, he began, "Tonight, we can all be proud to celebrate the success of President Grant's education programme. Thank you all for your hard work and dedication. Without all of you we wouldn't have been able to make this happen." He clapped and a roll of applause rippled around the room.
The photographer called for Fitz to stand with his back to the wall, facing the room and pulled out the senior advisors to stand around him. Then the various department heads with their teams. Finally, he called up Mark and Lauren and called for the interns. Abby, Huck, Harrison, Quinn, Charlie and Jake scuttled over from their various positions in the room. Olivia hesitated, would he want her in a photo with him?
"Livvie, c'mon," called out Quinn.
Olivia walked over intending to stand on the edge of the group but as she approached Fitz moved over to make space for her and she ended up tucked beside him. Olivia felt Fitz's hand on her back, slipping around her waist and the breath left her lungs in a rush.
"Say education!" The photographer called out.
"Education!" The group called back.
Fitz gave Olivia a squeeze as the group separated. They'd been the last group to be gathered up by the photographer and now the room had returned to its previous party atmosphere, someone turned the music up a notch and she heard a cheer come from another room.
As she turned to leave Fitz whispered in her ear, "Meet me in the Oval in 10." When she turned to check it was him, he was gone, talking to a group across the room.
Olivia turned to Huck, "You stay, I'm fine getting to the metro on my own, really."
Before Huck could protest she had walked off.
xXx
Olivia walked quickly towards the Oval, her blood pounding in her ears and her palms sweaty. He wanted to see her. She felt giddy with possibility. She reached Mrs Hanley's desk but there was no one around. Olivia walked up to the door and tried the handle, half expecting it to be locked but to her surprise it opened easily.
She walked in and went to sit on the nearest sofa. She felt very much like she was trespassing somewhere she wasn't meant to be.
She had just settled onto the couch when the door on the opposite side of the office opened. Two secret servicemen entered the room and Olivia leapt to her feet.
"I'm sorry," she said. She scurried towards the door.
"Miss Pope," one of them called out, "President Grant asked us to take you through to the residence. Come with us please," He gestured towards the doorway leading out into the rose garden.
Olivia followed on obediently. Walking across the moonlit paths and on towards the imposing edifice of the white house, Olivia felt a strange sense of unreality, could this really be happening? She could feel a violent throbbing in her chest, almost mirrored between her legs. As nervous as she felt there was also a sense of inevitability. She couldn't say no to him, but she felt so nervous and unsure of herself. The married President of The United States of America was taking her to sleep with him and she wanted to, so badly. But he was going to be expecting her to be good in bed, to be sexy and glamourous and she didn't know anything about sex. She never had time for boys with school and her jobs and volunteering and now she was an intern working in the White House and she was going to have to perform for the president, but she was just a twenty two-year-old virgin with nothing to offer.
They reached some steps going down and a door that took them into a basement room, possibly used for storage. It was dark and there was no one about. The Secret Service men flanked her, leading her down a corridor. Olivia thought about how easy it would for them to make her disappear, her panic rising. They reached an elevator and went in, the tall guy, Olivia mentally named him Thing 1, pressed the 2nd floor button and the doors closed.
xXx
Fitz felt like a man possessed. She was waiting for him, and he was stuck making inane small talk. She was waiting for him. Fitz closed his eyes and an image of Olivia lying on his bed hit him hard. He had to get out of here. He looked across and saw Hal and Tom had returned. He gave them a questioning look and Hal took the hint and came over immediately to whisper in Fitz's ear.
"Time to go, Sir" He confirmed. Fitz nodded.
"Thank you all for your efforts here tonight," he said to the room at large and he swept out, flanked by security.
The walk back to his rooms at the residence had never seemed so long before. He felt like he was on a pilgrimage, shedding the weight of his old life, walking on into his salvation. Heavy thoughts swirled through his mind until he found himself, at last, outside his door. He paused for a moment, looking at Tom.
"Tom, don't let anyone in here, no one. Whatever happens. And have them free up my morning tomorrow. I don't want to be disturbed until after 10." Fitz spoke in a low, urgent tones. Not quite making eye contact with his agent.
"Yessir, Mr President," Tom replied.
Fitz nodded and went into his room. The door clicked shut and Tom looked over to Hal. "Off the books?" he murmered.
Hal nodded, "Carter's been asking questions," he began.
"This is going to be harder than we thought," Tom bounced back.
xXx
Olivia flinched when she heard the door, half expecting it to be someone come to tell her she shouldn't be here. She was stood in the middle of the room, and then suddenly, gloriously, there too was Fitz.
For a moment after the door shuts Fitz just looked at her, like he was drinking her all in. She's so fucking sexy he thought. He walked towards her and she took a step back, towards the bed. Then he leaned into her and looked down at her, frowning slightly when he realised she was looking at the floor instead of him.
"Olivia?" Fitz could sense her panic, but he didn't understand it. "Livvie, if you don't want to do this, I'll understand," Fitz thought he might pass out if she didn't agree to this, but he knew it had to be her choice.
"Look at me," he whispered, his voice dripping with bass and lust.
She couldn't seem to drag her gaze up.
"Look. At. Me." He cupped her chin in his large hand and tipped her face up to his. Their eyes met and it was the last thing she saw before his lips descended onto hers. He kissed her slowly at first, savouring the feel of her lips on his, but as he slipped his tongue into her opened mouth, he lost his sense of control and began to kiss her more and more deeply. His hands roamed up and down her bare arms, her waist, her ass, her neck, her hair. He couldn't seem to get enough of her on him. Olivia was so, so lost in the moment she was so hopelessly aroused and excited, every touch of his lips on hers, every brush of his hands on her skin was drawing the most delicious sensations from her body. She could feel her nipples tightening under her dress. The throbbing between her legs was so intense it almost hurt. The only sounds in the room were her soft moans, their breathing and the slick, wet sounds of their lips. He kissed her on and on, his tongue licking against hers, sucking her big lips into his mouth and all the while his hand were stroking her skin, where he could touch it. Suddenly he stilled and took a step back from her, a dark and hungry look on his face.
His voice, when he spoke, was deep and quiet.
"Take off your clothes."
She looked him in the eye as she took off her shoes, her jacket, her dress. She stood in front of him in her white lace underwear, waiting for him to say something. Do something.
But he just kept looking at her with hot eyes, saying nothing until she broke and looked down, suddenly vulnerable, unsure.
He walked toward her and kissed her, hard.
She could feel his erection through his pants, pressing into her between her legs and creating an exquisite friction that was at once everything yet not enough. So, she began to rub herself against him, trying to get a release, she was so close. She'd never felt anything like this before in her life, she just wanted to be consumed by him, to disappear into the pleasure she was feeling. His kisses got deeper as he slid his hands down in between her legs and palmed her pussy through her panties.
"You're so wet for me, baby," Fitz groaned in her ear. Once, twice, three times he stroked over them before she groaned and grasped his shoulders. A flood of wetness coated Fitz's hand, "Mmmm, did you come for me? Did you come on my hand? Good girl."
Fitz's voice was so thick and heavy in her head and she was so far gone she couldn't reply, only nod and groan because she was nearly there again. Fitz roughly pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet. He slipped a hand into her bra and pulled her breasts out. He pushed her back onto the bed and licked his lips looking her over. Her small, dark nipples peeking over the white lace and the smear of moisture on her inside thigh. Her red, swollen lips and flushed cheeks. She looked utterly debauched and he knew he had to taste every inch of her. He kneeled in between her legs and pushed them wide apart. Keeping his eyes on her face he lowered her face to her wet, swollen pussy and spread her open with his hands before licking her clit. He let his tongue swirl over her before placing extravagant, open-mouthed kisses against her, just as his thick index finger moved to slide into her at her entrance she came violently again, her hands fisting his curls tightly. He pushed his finger inside her as more slick moisture flowed out from her and then suddenly he froze. He knew immediately that she was a virgin, she was like a vice around his finger. Around his fucking finger. He propped himself up on his elbow, his finger still inside her. "Fuck!" He looks at her with the question in his eyes. "Olivia? Are you ok, sweetheart?" He looked at her with such concern, with such care that she suddenly felt she might cry. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" he murmured to her.
"I'm sorry, Mr President, I should have, should have told you. But I wanted this so badly I-"
"Call me Fitz," he soothed her.
"We are so far past that Mr President crap." He needed to hear her say his name.
"Fitz," she said his name softly, like she wasn't sure she should say it.
She looked up at him and saw his eyes soften and crinkle at the edges. Their eyes locked for a moment and she gave him a shy smile before looking down to where his hand was touching her. He slowly drew his finger out and slid it back in. He moved his thumb to caress her clit and began to finger her very slowly and gently. His one finger slipping in and out of her and a steady pressure on her clit and all the while he spoke to her in his low voice, watching her come apart. "That's it, Olivia, You are so sweet. So fucking sweet. Don't be sorry, I feel like the luckiest man in the world." He felt her getting wetter and, impossibly, tighter around his finger. She was panting and had a sheen of sweat on her chest, and his hand was barely moving. "Do you wanna come again for me? Are you gonna come for me?"
Olivia nodded, "Yes, yes," she moaned softly as her head fell onto the pillow and she arched her back.
"Mmmmmm," Fitz hummed his appreciation as her third climax flooded onto his fingers. He carefully withdrew his finger and saw a little blood. Fuck, he thought, I can't have her tonight, I'll tear her in half.
When Olivia had recovered herself, she saw Fitz has moved alongside her and was looking down at her with his kind, crinkly eyes.
"Hi," he said to her, stoking her stomach, before reaching to slowly tuck her breasts back into her bra.
"Hi," she said back to him, shyly. She wasn't sure whether she wanted him to be finished with her or not.
"Are you OK?"
She nodded at him.
"You could have told me, I would never have," Fitz looked away from her, "I never would have tried to make you do something you weren't ready for." Fitz stroked her cheek. "You're so sweet, Olivia."
"I am ready, Fitz," Olivia said, suddenly sure. "I want this, I want you."
Fitz's dick twitched as she said this. He was still dressed; he still had his shoes on. He could walk out the room right now and go into a briefing, but she looked like she'd been thoroughly fucked and ruined. A slick mess of her come and sweat coating her thighs. When he didn't immediately reply she began to register the disparity of their states and moved to cover herself up with a sheet. Fitz's hand shot out to stop her. "Don't," he whispered to her. He licked his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," Olivia was sure of it.
Fitz stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, before shrugging it off. He deftly unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop before stepping out of them. He got back onto the bed.
"Give me your hand," Fitz wanted her to know what she was agreeing to. "Close your eyes. How did it feel when my finger was inside you? Was it big?" She nodded and he curled her fingers around his index finger. Then he pulled his finger away and moved her hand. He wrapped her hand around his thick dick. She inhaled sharply and her eyes opened in alarm.
"It's going to hurt, Olivia"
"I trust you," is all she said before leaning in to kiss him. "It's OK, I trust you."
Fitz's resolve crumbled and he moaned involuntarily at her words. He rolled over onto his back and propped himself up, pulling Olivia on top of him. He sat up with her over his lap, his errection slipping through her wet slit. While he kissed her he let his dick luxuriate in her arousal, thrusting gently, sliding between her slick labia. He undid her bra and dropped it on the floor. He looked at her breasts, small and upright, Olivia's nipples were the same colour as her lips. Fitz bent his head down and captured one in his mouth and began to suckle on it. His hand snaked down her side, over her hip and in between her legs. He stroked her sopping wet clit for a moment before she began to make a keening sound. He looked up to see her watching him suck her tits with such desire on her face, her mouth an open 'O' of pleasure. He broke off his ministrations to her breasts to whisper her into her next orgasm.
"Do you like me sucking on your tits? Does it feel good? When I suck your tits and touch you here? You're so close to coming aren't you? You wanna come on me, let me feel your come on my dick, baby,"
Fitz was almost embarrassed by the filth pouring out of his mouth, but it was worth it to watch Olivia tip over the edge into bliss. He could feel her pussy throbbing against his groin and the evidence of her slick orgasm seeping onto his dick. He rolled her onto her back, and he was suddenly over her, kissing her with abandon.
"You're so beautiful," he said to her roughly before trailing kisses down to her sodden pussy. His mouth and fingers drew another release out of her quickly and he moved his way back up her body before kissing her on her mouth, so she could taste herself. "Can you taste how sweet you are? He asked her.
"Yes, yes," was all she could say. Fitz knew that more than sweetness, Olivia tasted like freedom. He kissed her again.
"Are you ready?" He asked her. She bit her lip and nodded at him.
Fitz slipped his hand down between them to guide himself into her. He pressed the tip of his dick against her entrance and very slowly pushed against her. Olivia gasped as he started to inch into her. When the tip was inside Fitz looked down at her and stroked her cheek before closing his eyes and pushing himself in past the resistance he felt. He didn't stop until he was completely inside her, not even when she cried out and grasped his shoulders, not when she tried to move up the bed, away from his penetration of her. He held her steady until she was full of him. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"Hi," he whispered to her.
"Hi," she whispered back, tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe how much it hurt but behind the pain she could already feel another sensation approaching. "It hurts, Fitz" she whispered.
"I know, baby. I know." He brushed the tip of his nose against her nose. A soft, eskimo kiss. "You're doing great," he whispered reassuringly to her as he leant in to kiss her, his nose pressing up against her cheek.
He slowly drew himself out before pressing back inside her. Again. Again. He groaned. Fuck. He began to move at a steady, slow pace. Olivia's face was somewhere between pleasure and pain but she started to groan and move herself so Fitz picked up the pace, moving himself in and out. Olivia started to cry out, "Oh, Oh!" and her pussy gripped his thick length so tightly when she came it was almost painful. Oliva lay beneath him, boneless and spent but he wasn't finished with her yet. The slick slap of their bodies moving together turned him on beyond what could be considered reasonable. He'd never felt this aroused before. She was going to be the death of him. "Livvie, baby."
"Yes," she moaned back to him.
"Say my name," he panted. He needed to hear her say it. "Say it!"
A beat of silence stretched between them, Olivia didn't know why she felt this was so difficult to do.
"Fitz."
Fitz felt his dick twitch inside her as he came hard.
The eroticism of feeling him come undone, over her, inside her, tipped Olivia over again and she had a soft, slow, rolling climax around him as he softened within her.
Fitz stayed on top of her, overcome with emotion. He'd never felt anything like this with anyone before. It was a revelation, he almost felt like crying as her felt her small little hand move over his broad back, stroking him, soothing him when he knew he'd hurt her, that she was sore. He stayed where he was, enjoying the mixed sensations of softening inside her, their collective juices beginning to seep out around him. She was kissing his shoulder, his neck and he was careful not to squash her. After an age he kissed her deeply before rolling off her and feeling that last tug on his dick as he came fully out of her. Without speaking he moved to the vanity next to the sink in the bathroom and then ran the tap. He returned with a warm, wet flannel and a towel. He sat next to her on the bed and asked "You OK?" he looked down at her and stroked her cheek, a small smile on his lips. "I think I made you bleed a little, let me clean you up." He gently wiped between her legs, a faint feeling of alarm in his gut at the blood on the sheets. A first for the housekeeper he thought to himself.
"It's OK," Olivia said softly. "I'm OK, Fitz, I'm fine. Honestly. You don't need to worry about me. I won't make a scene." She sat up and swung her legs out of bed, "I'll just head back home and let you get some sleep."
Fitz recoiled from her as if she had slapped him. "You're not going anywhere," he said to her, forcefully. He pushed her back down and crawled around behind her so they were spooning. He tucked her into him and kissed her neck.
"Fitz, what about the agents?"
Fitz sighed and said, "I don't care. Stay here with me, please. Stay with me." He sounded so forlorn that Olivia agreed. "Alright, I'll stay."
Fitz hummed in contentment, and he stroked her stomach while they both drifted off to sleep.
xXx
Olivia awoke to the sensation of Fitz kissing her neck as his hand caressed her breasts. "Good morning, Olivia." He purred in her ear as he realised she was awake.
Olivia moved to get up, but Fitz held her in place against him. His morning erection grinding into her from behind. She could feel the wetness from last night still between her legs. The room reeked of sex and Fitz was slowly grinding her between her thighs. "God, you're so sexy," he murmured to her as he reached around to stroke her clit. "I wanna hear you come again." She bit her lips as he spoke, a groan broke from her throat as her stomach contracted. She felt so erotic, so wanton as he rubbed her rock-hard clit slowly, round and round. She reached behind her and cupped his head before kissing him, open mouthed and panting. "That's it," Fitz panted, rubbing the tip of his dick against her, "that's it, show me how hard you come, baby. Let me see you come. Mmmmm, your pussy is so fucking wet, I can feel how close you are. You want me to fuck you good don't you?"
"Yes, please, yes, fuck me, Fitz," Olivia was practically begging him to slip inside her.
"Is that it, you want my big dick inside you? Mmmm, such a dirty girl," Fitz kissed her hard then and Olivia felt a deep, throbbing tightness explode across her body, rolling to her toes as her pussy contracted hard. She was barely aware of Fitz behind her, stroking himself off onto her ass, one hand grasping her breasts as he did.
They lay together, panting and Olivia suddenly felt very shy. She was not sure what would happen next, but she was suddenly very afraid that Fitz might be done with her. She knew she needed him, that to stay away from him now would kill her, that she'd wither and die without his presence. Fitz felt her still in his arms and wondered what she was thinking of. He rolled her over, so she was facing him.
"Hi."
"Hi," Olivia smiled shyly.
"How are you this morning?" Fitz asked her, his kind eyes flitting over face, trying to decipher what he saw. "Are you sore?"
Olivia blushed and ducked her head. Fitz kissed her forehead and tucked her under his chin. "Where have you been my whole life, Livvie? I'm so glad I've found you now," Fitz whispered, stroking her hair.
Olivia felt a dam of emotion she didn't know she was holding back burst free and tears began to run down her cheeks as she buried her face in his hairy chest. She tried to stifle her sobs but when Fitz heard her he kept stoking her hair, "It's alright sweet baby, I've got you, I've got you."
After her sobs subsided Fitz let her use the shower then took one himself.
"I have to go," Olivia told him, sadly.
"You can't go," Fitz hugged her close, "I need you here, with me." But he knew they couldn't stay in this bubble forever, it was already half 8 and soon people would be looking for him. "But if you really need to go, I'll ask one of my guys to take you home." He looked down at her nestled in beside him, dwarfed by the large robe she'd borrowed. "Will you come back later?"
Olivia nodded shyly, "if you want me to," she said.
"I never want you to leave," Fitz rumbled into her hair. He felt so sure that this will be alright, that they will find a way to make this work.
After a moment he got up and walked to the door. He cracked it open and had a whispered conversation with the agents outside before closing it again.
"Tom's gonna drive you home and then he'll be back again around 10 tonight. They'll get you back in."
Olivia nodded and began gathering up her things, she got dressed and looked at her cell. She'd missed a call from her mom and had 3 messages. Two from Quinn asking her if she wanted to meet them at some bar later and one from Jake asking her where she'd gone last night. Olivia sighed. She felt like he was always watching her.
AN: Four years between updates is totally acceptable, right? Apologies if this is a little rough around the edges. If you've read Air Force One you will know that it was always intended to be part of this story, I'd seen it as maybe chapter 4 or 5, so this may well seem familiar to you, but I hope it wasn't a disappointment.