Chapter Three

Harrison had only stayed long enough to finish his wine; a call came for him, after which he'd drained his glass and left with a wink and a smile. Although she knew that Huck and Quinn were still in their offices, that left Olivia alone in hers to sit and sip her wine and think on things she had thought had been left behind in her past.

Those thoughts lingered until her - their - private cell phone had rung and she was reminding him that they needed to be careful - at least for a little while longer.

"I agree, we have to be careful, but does that mean we have to wait? It's been weeks since we've been together."

"I know, Fitz." Olivia said. She missed him too, but for both of them, work had been close to overwhelming. And she had wanted to make sure that Fitz had all the space he needed while he went through the process of finalizing his separation from Mellie. As far as she was concerned, the last thing she wanted was to put her wants and needs on his list of priorities.

"It's barely been two weeks, Fitz." Ten days, but who was counting? "We still have to be careful."

Are you sure that's what you want?" Fitz was asking. "I can do careful. You know I could have you whisked in and out of here and have all traces of your presence erased in a matter of minutes."

His voice dropped and the entire tenor of the conversation changed. "I'm very powerful like that."

Fitz paused purposefully, allowing her to let the idea sink in. "Most women would find that a turn-on."

The suddenly sensual drop in Fitz's rich baritone had Olivia's entire body reacting between one breath and the next. Goosebumps trailed themselves over her skin; without her consciously realizing it, Olivia's tongue slipped out in an attempt to try and moisten her suddenly parched lips.

She tried another angle, since this one was obviously not working. "Fitz, we both have a lot of work to do this evening, you know that, right?"

"I know that and you know that. You were here this earlier during the morning brief so you know my schedule and you know that I know yours." Fitz was relentless. "But Olivia, don't you want to know what you're turning down - what we're both missing?"

"Fitz…"

"Are you going to tell me that you're not missing me the way I'm missing you?"

"Fitz, what are you doing?"

"Let's just say I'm in a very giving mood right this moment. You do know what I'd like to be giving you right now, don't you?"

Olivia's heart had started to pound a little harder, her body flushing, filling with a familiar heat. Not surprisingly, when she spoke, her voice held more than a hint of breathlessness. It's what Fitz had always been able to do with just the power of his voice. Adding deliberate eroticism to his words was blatantly unfair.

But it was clear Fitz had no intentions of playing fair. If she was going to deny him - even if it were for their own good - then obviously he was going to make her pay for it.

"Shhhh…" Fitz hushed her. "I think that you need to know exactly what you're giving up."

"Wh - what I'm giving up?" Unconsciously, her fingers trailed upwards to brush against her lips.

"Well, to start with, if you were to walk through the door to the Oval right now, I wouldn't waste one minute talking. Seconds after the door closed behind you, I'd sweep you up in my arms and have you perched on the edge of my desk. And do you know what I'd want to do next?"

"What?" her voice was just above a whisper, but Olivia was barely conscious of the fact. All of her senses were concentrated on his voice and his words, a powerful combination that had her insides melting her resistance down.

"I'd want to taste you, Livvie. Not with a kiss - not on the mouth. I'd make you wait for that…"

Perversely, because he was denying it, Olivia found her lips suddenly hungering for his. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip, forcibly reminded of the taste and texture of his mouth.

Suddenly, her mouth was unaccountably dry and she reached for her wine, gulping down a swift mouthful. It barely eased the dryness in her mouth, instead only treacherously reminding her of the sweetness in his touch that she was missing more and more as Fitz continued.

"- but I'd let my mouth taste you - starting from that spot just behind your ear that makes you shiver when I kiss you there…"

She shivered then, her eyes closing as a hot ripple of sweet memory went through her. Her free hand found its way up to her throat, her fingertips gliding upward until she found that soft spot just behind her ear, imagining them to be the touch of his lips.

Dimly, she heard the soft clink of glass. Fitz was pouring himself a drink, clearly intending on enjoying himself further.

His voice was practically a purr as he continued. "Let's talk about the fact that you were wearing one of your power suits today when you came to the White House. The only thing wrong was that it was a pantsuit. You know I would have preferred seeing you in a skirt. But either way, do you know how many times I've imagined you wearing something sexy and hot under those suits? Something that nobody except you and I would know that the indomitable, unforgettable Ms. Pope were wearing?"

"Something like what?" She shouldn't encourage him, but somehow Olivia couldn't help herself.

"To tell the truth, I'm torn between the idea of some kind of leather and lace combination, or something silky and hot in some shade of crimson red. Either way, there's a garter belt involved, because I'm sure that you'd look insanely hot in one, Livvie…"

She couldn't help imagining how Fitz would be looking at her in such an outfit, how his eyes would darken with desire and intent and the way he had of unconsciously licking his lips… Olivia bit her own lower lip in an effort to hold back a heated moan. "I hate you."

"You could always come over here and show me how much you hate me." Fitz offered. "But since you're not going to do that, don't interrupt."

She heard him take a sip of his drink. "Now, where was I?"

Olivia couldn't help herself. She knew better, but just couldn't… "Tasting me…"

Oh, yes. Thank you, Livvie. I'd start there, but then I'd kiss a path down your throat as I slowly took off your jacket, and then I'd take off your blouse, one button at a time, kissing each inch of skin that I exposed. And then - is there a zipper on your skirt, Olivia?"

He wasn't playing fair - she really should hate him right now. "I'm not answering that."

"Doesn't matter." Fitz said smoothly. "My hands would be sliding up your thighs anyway - and while I was doing that, I'd be sliding down onto my knees…"

"I'm hanging up now, Fitz. I have work to do, and so do you!"

"No, you're not. Not yet." Fitz told her. "And once I was on my knees, well, we both know what would happen next, don't we?"

She did know - a new heat blossomed in her core and she could feel a honeyed drip begin to moisten her swollen center.

"Fitz…" They both heard the pleading in her voice, but she was helpless to stop and Fitz didn't want to.

"I like it when you beg, Livvie. I love it when you beg." His voice caressed her, his soft laugh drew her in closer. "And as far as work is concerned, well, there's work - and then there's work. Don't you want to know what my intentions are?"

Olivia didn't answer. She couldn't.

He laughed again, low and sexy and sure of all the reasons why she couldn't. "I would definitely go to work - most thoroughly, with my mouth and my tongue - tasting you - drinking in all you had to offer. And when you were begging - and I wouldn't stop until you were begging…"

The ache in her was liquid, molten, ebbing and flowing, waves of heat swirling higher and higher around her core and spreading outward to flood her senses - if he were here, she would be very close to begging him to do whatever he wanted - but she knew that he knew that.

"Then maybe - just maybe - I'd kiss you on the mouth - so you could taste yourself - and we both know that my tasting you would make me only hungry and thirsty for the rest of you… we both know what would happen next…"

"I- I have to go, Fitz."

"Wouldn't you rather come?"

Underneath the mask of innocence he put in his words, Fitz knew damned well what he had done to her, was doing to her. As he had settled into his role as President, Leader of the Free World, with it came a rising dom persona in Fitz in the bedroom. Or the floor. Or whatever surface he found available whenever he was able to find Olivia available and the mood was right.

He'd been a bit hesitant at first, not sure that Olivia would accept this new side of him as it was evolving, but found himself more than a little happy when she'd showed a total acceptance of his needs. Maybe because that there was a version of that same just this side of kink, in her too. Neither one of them had had any complaints so far, which left Fitz free to explore. Like he was doing now.

"Don't you want to touch me, Livvie?" Fitz demanded. "Tell me the truth."

"I-" For a moment, Olivia couldn't find the breath to speak.

"Tell me."

"I do."

"That took too long, so I wouldn't let you." Fitz said wickedly. "What I would do is take your hands in mine so that I could pin yours over your head on the desk. I wouldn't let you touch me, knowing how much that would drive you crazy. Then I'd take my time and slide myself slowly and deeply inside you and watch you - feel you - as your body clenches and quivers and shows me just how much you love feeling me - every inch of me - inside you…"

Something inside her clenched and quivered and a tiny explosion of pleasure went through her. She inhaled sharply as a tiny moan escaped her lips.

"Mmmhmm - just like that, Livvie…"

She was a little dizzy now, her body feeling both hot and cold with the ripples of pleasure racing through her, her nipples tight and aching in tempo with the pulse beating hot and heavy between her thighs…

"You're not playing fair, Fitz…"

"No, I'm not." Fitz agreed with her, satisfaction and more riding hard in his voice. "I never said I would. Did the plan didn't say anything about - this? About us spending so much time apart, about me telling you how much I miss feeling you, I much I want to bury myself inside you right now?"

He surprised her with his next words. "Close your eyes, Olivia."

"What?"

"You heard me. Close. Your. Eyes."

She shouldn't, but she did.

He knew it. "Good girl. Can you feel me yet?"

"Fitz…"

"Can. You. Feel. Me?"

With Fitz's voice curling suggestively in her ear, how could she not? Unconsciously, her lips parted, as though they were readying themselves for the kiss he'd already promised that he would deny her, making her hunger for it even more.

Her body was tense with the memory of him, of them, of the feel of her arms around him, her hips locked against his, the pleasure swelling up to envelop her senses to the point where she could barely think… another moan escaped her.

"Yes, I bet you can." Fitz was relentless."I can feel you too. I can taste you, sweet baby and right now, I am so hard for you…"

Fitz - I'm hanging up, Fitzgerald. I mean it this time." She could feel her breath getting a little ragged, a sharp pang of pleasure pulsing through her center.

Fitz's sigh was purposefully exaggerated. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"No - I mean, yes!"

"Not yet, Livvie." Fitz was persuasive. "Just do one thing for me first."

She shouldn't… "What?"

"Are your eyes still closed?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." Fitz said. "I want you to take one finger and slide it slowly between your lips."

As she obeyed, her breathing deepened and knowing that Fitz could hear her only made her hotter. She moaned a little.

"Mmhmm." Fitz all but growled his approval into her ear. "Slide it in and out for me. I'll bet your mouth is so wet, so soft…It's not as good as my tongue, is it?"

It wasn't. The feel of her finger in her mouth made her body hot, but it wasn't anywhere near the sensation of Fitz's tongue on her, in her - the thought made her moan again.

"I- I can't do this, Fitz." Her voice was a breathless stutter and her body felt the same.

"You can't? Are you sure about that?"

"I'm at work, Fitz - and I'm not the only one here." Huck and Quinn were still in their offices, she managed to remember through the haze in her mind.

Fitz relented. "We can't have you putting on a show, can we? At least not for anyone else but me… we'll have to remedy that soon.

"But cutting me off the way you've been doing means that you still owe me, you know that right?"

"Owe you?" Olivia asked him weakly. Right now, she could barely wrap her mind around his words.

"Yes, you do. So here's what I want you to do, Livvie. Wear a skirt suit for your next press briefing. One of your suits with the kick-pleats behind your knees, because I know I'm going to want easy access after. And that means no pantyhose either, of course. And I want you to remember that I'll be watching. You'll know what to do after that."

And without another word, Fitz hung up.

Olivia stared down at her phone for a few moments in disbelief. She owed him? - after that steamy session - she owed him? Lack of fulfillment fueled her frustration, boiling up inside her to tangle tortuously with the ache between her thighs.

She let her cell fall from her still shivering hold, then crossed her arms on the desk and let her head drop down.

"Damn it, Fitz!"