CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

There it was, Fitz wasn't - couldn't - be surprised that Olivia had guessed his thoughts. And what she was saying without words was that anything that was a part of his life, was a part of hers. This wasn't her trying to fix him, or trying to handle him as he'd once accused her of. This was her standing strong for him. Standing strong for them. It was in her voice, in the way her hands reached for his. Whatever the cost of her opening herself to him had been, she'd put it aside for now.

This was Olivia being the partner he deserved, wanted. Needed. And to accept anything less than that was unfair to the both of them. This was their life moving forward and they needed to face it - together.

Fitz took a deep breath and let his own inner walls down. He felt a new appreciation for what Olivia had just gone through, finding out for himself just how hard of a thing that it was. He found himself squeezing her hands gently as he began to talk, letting his feelings about what Mellie had said and done show, ending by saying that in his mind, there was very little he could do about his son from the east coast. The best that he could hope for was that sometime during the holidays he get to spend time with Gerry and see for himself how he was doing. In the meanwhile, he could only hope that Mellie was exaggerating.

Olivia was silent until he was done, her only reaction was her hands tightening on his in support. "Exaggerating is what Mellie does best." she reminded him.

"This is true." Fitz hoped it was true. Mellie was on the other side of the country claiming that Gerry was refusing to come to the phone and of course unless he wanted to argue the point with her. Why she would think that he would take her word for anything made him both angry and sad and that was the last thing he wanted to be while he and Olivia were here.

Fitz shared another truth with Olivia. "It's as if she instinctively knows exactly the right time to show up and crush my -" he caught himself and corrected his words. " …our happiness."

He smiled at her, then very deliberately changed the subject, reaching a hand out to gestured to the paperwork scattered across the bed. "What's the verdict so far?"

Olivia hesitated, unsure as to whether or not she should let the matter drop. A few seconds later, she changed her mind, realizing that pushing wasn't what Fitz would want - and it wasn't what he needed. Her first instincts were hard to ignore - but then it hit her - it was Fitz's turn to need a little normalcy in the here and now. He'd been so patient and loving with her, now wasn't it her turn to offer him the same?

Olivia picked up one of the newspapers and directed his attention to the article she'd highlighted.

"I'd say the verdict is two thumbs up. These articles all make good photo ops for a pre-election event. I can say truthfully that you were looking might good, Mr. President." Olivia sent him a purposefully flirty little grin. "In spite of the blonde on your arm."

The fact that Olivia was doing for him what he had tried to do for her warmed Fitz's heart in just the right way and was just what he needed. "You've got a thing against blondes?"

"Not especially -" Olivia shrugged, pretending to be indifferent. "Well, maybe one in particular -"

Fitz grinned at her, playing along with her game.

"Stop that." She scolded him with a laugh, happy to see the light back in his eyes. "As I was saying - I don't have a thing against blondes, it's just that I know for a fact that you have a type."

"I do have a type." Fitz agreed. He shifted himself a little closer, his smile turns a little bit warmer causing a subtle heat to bloom between them.

"And it doesn't include blondes." Her eyes take on a simmering shimmer and every sense gets turned up a notch, both his and hers.

"It certainly does not include blondes." Fitz bent his head to run his lips along the smooth curve where her shoulder and neck met. The warmth of her flesh rose up and he breathed in the delicate scent of the outdoors mingling with the honeysuckle-vanilla scented lotion she'd used earlier. "And that's a very good thing."

Fitz feels his heart begin to pound a little harder, his body tensing pleasurably with the promise of more to come. "Unless…"

"Unless what?" Olivia breathed. There was a hint of deviltry in Fitz's voice that made her pulse beat a little faster as he shifted himself closer. The scent and heat of him slid over her like warm silk, sending her eyes fluttering shut. A sigh escapes her lips as the world shifted on its axis, a blur of heat sparking into bloom from somewhere deep inside her.

Fitz's eyes are closed as well, his every sense seemingly to be focused solely on his mouth. A thousand prickles of sensation danced through him as his lips did a slow and teasing dance along the one side of her throat and then the other, barely touching one moment, pressing softly against her the next. The surge of heat that rushed through him made his voice go all husky. "Unless you were considering indulging yourself in a blonde wig…"

"Oh, so now you're trying to switch things up, Mr. President?"

"Only if you're game, Madame Deputy Chief-of-Staff."

"You're incorrigible." Olivia said as a breathless little laugh escaped from her. Unbidden, one hand landed on Fitz's chest, paused for a moment to feel his heart beating strongly beneath her palm, then began a slow trip upwards to curl itself around the back of his neck. Deliberately slow, because the feel of the play of muscles under his shirt is enticing, intoxicating and she can't stop…

"More like insatiable." Fitz pulled back a little, just enough so that he could look into her incredibly beautiful eyes. He loves what he sees; Olivia's gaze had softened, gone a little hazy, obviously dazed by the pleasure he had only begun to ignite. He bent his head again, letting his mouth have full play on her body, a soft yet unconscious growl escaping his lips as he found the pulse point in Olivia's throat and let his tongue and then his teeth nip and play across it.

"That too." Words were suddenly unsurprisingly bothersome. Inadequate.

And then between one breath and the next, so very unnecessary - because electric strands of heat were sparking from the point where Fitz's lips was teasing her flesh and spreading throughout her entire body and her fingers were sliding unbidden into the thick waves of his hair, taking pleasure from the thick texture against her skin, knowing that she was giving equal pleasure in return.

"You say that as if it were a bad thing." He murmured against her skin. Their sweet banter and even sweeter touches buoyed his heart, bringing light to the shadows inside him while the golden glow of sunshine filled the room and bathed the both of them in liquid sunlight.

In too short of a time, they would be back in the world with all of its demands. But they did have a little bit of today left to them, didn't they?

The thought sent his mouth seeking hers, finding her softly eager for him. Fitz brushed his lips against hers once, twice, then a third time in a slow dance of growing desire. Every time he captured her lips between his own, he deepened the contact, letting his tongue slip out to taste her, to tease her until he felt her breath quickening.

Both of Olivia's hands were in his hair now, taking her time as they traveled through the thick locks, dipping every now and then to caress the outer shell of his ears, one and then the other. She knew exactly how he would react - how he couldn't help but react - Fitz groaned into her mouth and was met by an answering, heated moan of her own.

He felt her mouth curve into a smile even as she urged him closer and then their kisses deepened, going molten as the embers of desire sparked into flame.

Fitz's hands feverishly found the buttons on her blouse; at the same time, Olivia was seeking his. The need to touch and tease and seek pleasure in one another flooded their senses.

Fitz shifted himself until he was kneeling on the floor. His hands gripped her thighs, slid up to her hips to find the button that released her jeans. One tug and she's lifting her hips so that he can shimmy them down and off of her legs.

Her grip on his hair loosened as he moved; Olivia bit her lower lip in anticipation; a breathless laugh escapes her, one that brings his gaze back to hers. They're in that space where they can read each others' thoughts without words. In too short of a time, it would be time for them to leave this place and return to the world beyond these four walls. But there was still time for this - there will always be time for this, for them and before he knows it, Fitz is whispering these promises against her skin, and then she's doing the same, these truths sending them both crashing back into one another's arms, undressing one another swiftly, fumbling at buttons and zippers with laughter and kisses tangling themselves up together in a breathless joyful way.

When he finally had her gloriously naked, Fitz paused only long enough to do two things -to sweep the pile of papers from the bed to the floor and to grab the remote control to mute the TV before sending it to follow, and then he was back, his body hovering over her as his eyes locked onto hers.

Her eyes reflected a mingled need of heat, want and desire, driving all thoughts of foreplay out of his mind. Instead he sank himself deep in a single fluid thrust, feeling a hot bliss overtaking him as Olivia's hips rose up to meet him, as her core clenched around him even as her body arched up helplessly against his. An erotic moan broke free from her lips, only to be captured by his own as his mouth covered hers.

Fitz's body feels incredible against her own, his skin flushed and hot against hers. A single tortuously slow stroke sent her into nearly mindless pleasure and the kisses that followed even further; they are tender and sweet and hot and everything.

His mouth was everywhere she needed it to be, dancing over her skin along the arching curve of her throat, biting softly at one shoulder and then the other and everywhere in between but always returning to her mouth, tongue sliding against hers in slow mind-shattering motion.

Making slow and lazy love in the early afternoon glow, the world is gone. There's nothing in his existence except the fluid motion of Olivia's body under his, the hot, perfectly wet satiny sensation of her mouth and tongue dancing against his as she comes for him again and again. He's incredibly hard and yet he cannot stop moving inside her, because she's so incredibly hot and wet and everything he's ever wanted in this world.

The world is gone, lost in a kiss and time is both forever and not enough.

And then they were falling back into reality - it's long and sweet beyond measure and as he gathers a still trembling and breathless Olivia into his arms, Fitz can't believe how incredible he feels, how he just knows somehow that what has just happened between them has deepened the amazing connection they already had.

With sleep hovering at the edges of his consciousness, a last thought comes to him; Camp David has always felt more like a home than the White House ever could. But this time, it's different. Everything that has happened in the last little while has made it different but now he knows that it isn't the location, it's Olivia. It's always been Olivia. She's home to him.

They're home. In every sense of the word, they're home.