A/N: Hello beautiful people! Don't mind me. I'm just very verklempt after that steam Olitz phone sex. When Olivia collapsed on the bed, I was right there with her. I still need an adult to be honest. So here's a little smut. It's canon, which isn't something I really do any more, but I hope y'all like it!
Fitz was awakened by the sound of the pilot announcing they were landing. He fastened his seatbelt, looking down groggily at Olivia. She was typing on her phone in her seat next to him, wearing her "work" expression.
"You're not supposed to be working," he teased, covering her phone screen with his hand.
She smirked at him. "I had to do something after you passed out on me."
Fitz hadn't exactly passed out on her. He had gotten restless about 11 hours into the flight, and annoyed Olivia so much that she gave him a blow job to settle him down. He had fallen asleep promptly after and she was able to answer some work emails. He grinned at her. "I wouldn't have passed out if you could keep your mouth to yourself."
"Maybe I will from now on," she teased as they landed.
"Welcome Mr. President," their handler, Abdul, greeted as Fitz stepped off the plane, smiling and waving at all the cameras. Olivia was right behind him, immediately overwhelmed by the heat. She removed her crème blazer, revealing her sleeveless silk powder blue blouse. She pushed her sunglasses back up on her nose, keeping her face all business in front of the cameras.
"This is my Communications Director, Olivia Pope," Fitz replied, wanting to introduce her as so much more: the love of his life, his wife to be, his heart and soul. The handler shook her hand, his eyes travelling over her curiously. He was probably wondering why she was there and where Mellie was. Being half-Jewish and full-blown crazy, Mellie had decided to forego the trip. Fitz was over the moon at the opportunity to take Olivia away, especially somewhere as beautiful as Abu Dhabi. It hadn't been easy to convince her to come, but she had agreed in the end. The handler gave them a travel guide in the limo.
"'Women should be mindful of wearing anything that exposes themselves in a sexual way,'" Olivia read. She smirked. "What exactly does that mean?"
"Sleeves that stop above the elbow, blouses that expose the cleavage, short skirts, shorts, tight pants, and other skimpy things," Abdul explained. Olivia nodded, deciding not to comment. She had expected strict rules, but Fitz's big selling point was that Abu Dhabi was the "new" Middle East. She wondered how she was expected to cope with the heat. It was only April but the temperatures were already in the upper 90s with unbelievable humidity.
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"This is unbelievable." Olivia looked around the "jewel" suite Fitz was staying in for the week. It was bigger than most houses, with exquisite furniture in muted jewel tones. The view from the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows was breathtaking. She stood before the windows, staring at the skyline. It was the middle of the day and the sun glinted off everything. In the street, men were kneeling for their midday prayers. Fitz walked over and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, his hands pressed against her midsection.
"You know, Ms. Pope, we find ourselves very alone right now. What do you think we should do about it?"
"Get away from these windows." She slipped from his grasp. He smirked as he followed her to the front door where her bags sat. She opened the door and looked out into the hallway for Abdul or any of the identically dressed butlers they had been given to cater to their every need, hoping someone was around to help her find her room.
"You can stay here," Fitz offered when she closed the door and turned to him with a frown. "There's plenty of rooms."
She gave an incredulous laugh. "I can't wear short sleeves here. How well do you think sleeping in a married man's hotel room would go over?"
"Who would know? We'll put your bags in one room and you can sleep in my room with me." He backed her up against the large mahogany door and gave her a sweet, drugging kiss, his hands running down her body. She vaguely remembered being in the same position when she'd agreed to come along on the trip. His touch was her kryptonite. She could never resist his desires in his arms. He stared into her eyes. "I brought you here because I wanted to be together the way we want to."
She wanted to stay with him, but she couldn't stop seeing the headline "Presidential Sex Scandal in the Middle East" flashing in her mind. She kissed his Adam's apple, breathing in his cologne. She was dangerously close to giving in. "Maybe… No. We can't, Fitz."
"So are you planning to sneak here every night? How are you gonna manage that with those butlers waiting around every corner?" He looked down at her expectantly, waiting to hear how she would "fix" their predicament. He gave her that heart-melting Grant smile. "Stay. Please."
Before Olivia could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Fitz reluctantly let her go. There was a knock at the door and Fitz stepped back to let her off it. He opened the door and found Tom waiting on the other side.
"Ms. Pope your room is ready." He stepped into the room. The agent had a feeling that Olivia's room would go unused if her flushed face and the lipstick on the president's neck were any indication. She and Fitz exchanged a look. She knew what he wanted, but she just wasn't willing to risk his presidency for a few nights of passion. Her job was all about optics, and staying in the President's hotel suite with him while his wife was on the other side of the world wouldn't look right no matter what spin was put on the situation.
"I'll get my things." She moved toward her bags.
"Oh, I'll get those." Tom was already saddling himself with her luggage. He wondered why she needed 5 bags for a week's stay, and decided it must have been a woman thing as he and Fitz only had 4 pieces of luggage between them. Olivia looked back at Fitz before she and Tom stepped into the hallway. When Fitz closed the door behind them, Tom looked at Olivia. He liked her. She was never one to stir the pot like the First Lady, but she didn't take any shit. She was also good for Fitz. With a few words, she turned him into a mighty leader. "Your room isn't that far away."
"Oh?" Olivia replied as they walked down the long hallway.
"There are no lights in these hallways. And no numbers on the doors. You might get lost." Olivia looked at him and smiled at the conspiratorial smirk on his face. They came to the end of the hallways and turned to the left. Olivia's room was at the end of the hall. Tom was right. She wasn't very far away.
Olivia's room was a smaller version of Fitz's, with the same furniture and view. She walked through the living room, taking note of the immaculate little kitchen and small dining area, then opened the door to the bedroom. The bedroom's walls were painted a rich burgundy. The bedspread was navy with swirls of gold that matched the gold pillows. She stepped aside for Tom to enter and gestured for him to put her luggage next to the mahogany closet door. After he put her bags down, he looked at his phone then at Olivia. "Ms. Pope, the President would like to see you."
"Of course." She adjusted her bag in the crook of her elbow, then headed for the door with Tom hurrying behind her.
"You're fast to be so short." Olivia laughed as they moved into the hallway. She beat him to Fitz's door and knocked on it.
"Who is it?" Fitz smiled as he walked to the door.
"Housekeeping!"
He smirked at her when he opened the door. "I hope you're here to turn the bed down."
"I was actually planning to leave a chocolate on your pillow, but I can do that too." He laughed as he let her back in. Tom appeared a moment later.
"Ms. Pope and I are going to need privacy until it's time for dinner." Tom nodded, smirking when he Fitz shut the door. It didn't matter how much privacy he secured for them. Those two were the loudest lovers he'd ever encountered.
"Yes sir." Tom took his post outside the door. Fitz closed the door then turned to find Olivia standing behind him. Fitz pulled her into his arms, cupping her soft bottom in his hands. He walked her backwards until her back made contact with the back of the couch. He kissed her hard enough to make the world fall away. When he released her mouth her breathing was ragged and her eyes were closed. Their noses touching lightly, his breath warm and smelling of sweet coffee as it fluttered against her lips, he murmured, "Look at me."
She couldn't meet his gaze as his scent overwhelmed her. He was so close that he was sure he could actually hear her heart hammering against her ribcage. She knew if she looked into his eyes, all her strings would come undone. Hoping to distract him, she reminded, "You're supposed to have dinner with a dozen dignitaries in a few hours."
"I know. You too." His hands snaked up and down her body, eventually slipping under her blouse. Her hands immediately went to his head, her fingers clutching his curls almost desperately. He kissed her neck greedily, raising goose bumps everywhere.
"Fitz…" Olivia wasn't sure where her sentence was going.
"We have time." He undid the pearl buttons of her silk blouse. Olivia gasped at the feeling of his fingers on her bare skin when he slipped his hands under her bra. "You know, there's a really big tub in the bathroom."
"Oh?" Her hands slipped from his hair to undo his tie.
"Maybe we should have a soak. That was a really long flight." Fitz shrugged off his blazer then went back to unbuttoning her top. Olivia slipped his tie off then began unbuttoning his shirt. She dismissed all her apprehensive thoughts. She had flown around the world to be with him. She wanted this. She needed this.
He kissed her gently, not wanting to rush anything. It was so rare that they had so much time and absolute privacy. He slipped her bra off and cupped her breasts then leaned down to kiss her collarbone. He was going to take his time and love every inch of her the way he always wanted to but never had time to. He snaked his arms around her and pulled her close.
"This feels good," he murmured. Good wasn't the word for it. It was serendipitous, euphoric, heavenly… Olivia could have written a list as long as her arm of words to describe the feeling of being in Fitz's arms, "good" being the least of which. He was so warm and smelled so good that Olivia's legs threatened to give out. "So how about that bath?"
"I guess we could do that." He smiled against her lips, his hands slipped down to the waistband of her ivory pants. "Go make sure the door is locked. I'll run the bath."
He grinned at her as he let go. "I like when you take charge, Livvie."
She swatted his backside as he walked away, making him smile. She picked up their shed clothing and put it on the couch then went into the bathroom. Fitz was right. The tub was huge. It was square and took up the majority of the room, sitting in the center of the bathroom. The surrounding walls were lined with mirrors. The rim of the tub was a little above her waist, even in her four-inch heels, and she wondered why a bathtub needed to be so high off the ground. She guessed it just went along with the suite's overall theme of opulence. She also found it odd that the tub had knobs but no faucet. Curious, she turned the knobs and was surprised when water shot out of jets at the bottom of the tub. She searched around for bubble bath and found a tray of bath oils in pretty bottles on the counter next to the sink, also pretty high up. She wondered what sort of giant the room had been designed for. She picked up the bottles and read the labels, finally deciding on honey and cinnamon. She added a generous amount of each to the steaming water.
Out in the living room, Fitz took his luggage to his bedroom, wishing that there was no dignitary dinner to attend so he and Olivia could leave the bath and go straight to bed. He wished they had all the time in the world to just be together the way normal couples did. He decided not to get hung up on all the things they couldn't have and enjoy the time he'd secured for them. He stripped down to his boxers then headed to the bathroom. He grinned at the sight of Olivia perched on the edge of the tub, gloriously naked. His mouth watered at the sight of her bare breasts.
"God you're beautiful." He slipped his boxers off and Olivia's mouth went dry. She wasn't particularly religious but she couldn't deny that somewhere there was a God who had taken extra care and time crafting Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. He climbed the little stone steps carved into the side of the tub and stepped into the warm, sweet-smelling water. He exhaled as he sat down, reminded that he wasn't the young man who could sit for hours in his Navy days. The G8 was the epitome of luxury and comfort, but a 15 and a half hour flight was exhaustingly uncomfortable nonetheless. Olivia watched, transfixed by his beauty, as he sank below the surface of the water then reemerged and slicked his wet curls back. He leaned back and let out another deep exhale. She smiled at him. It was nice to see him relaxing, especially because he was always so tense back home. He smiled at her. "Are you going to get in?"
"Maybe." She gave him an impish smirk. She turned around on the edge of the tub and placed her feet in the warm water.
"It's fine if you don't. I still get to see you naked." She laughed as she slipped into the water, not surprised when it came up to her waist. He opened his arms to her as she walked to sit between his legs. He scooted back on the seat carved into the tub's interior and she sat in his lap, leaning back against him.
She sighed contently. "This is nice."
Fitz rubbed her arms. "You know, I really wanted to take you somewhere like Turks and Caicos, somewhere we could lay in the sand all day, but this isn't a bad second option."
"Who says I wanted to roast on the beach all day with you?" She turned to give him a teasing grin. "Although, at least in Turks and Caicos I could roast in a bikini."
"Exactly. A private beach, somewhere with no cell service… You tan and topless…" Olivia turned to smirk at him. He just smiled handsomely.
"I'm not going to be topless." He smirked at her haughty "Fixer" tone. She was never as in charge with him as she'd like to think.
"We'll see about that." He slipped his hand between her legs and ran his fingertips over her slick folds so gingerly that she gasped. She would never understand how one touch from him made her want to crawl out of her skin. He took both her hands in his then wrapped his right arm around her, leaving her helpless. She couldn't see the devilish grin on his face as he moved his left hand between her legs and began deliberately stroking her bundle of nerves with enough force to make her head fall back. She strained against him but he didn't let her go. He was having too much fun making her convulse.
"Do you want to know what's going happen next, Livvie?" He caught her earlobe between his teeth and she let out of a squeak. He smiled. He loved taking away her words. "Answer me."
"Yes!" It came out like a sob. She was never so soft and pliant with anyone except him.
"Well, first, I'm gonna plunge deep inside you. And I mean deep, Livvie. Deep enough to feel your heartbeat. And then you're gonna ride me slow and hard, just the way I like. Can you do that?" She gave a jerky nod. He was pulling on her clit in a way that might have been painful if it didn't feel so good. She could barely keep her vision focused. "And while you do it, you're gonna touch yourself just the way I'm doing right now, and you're not gonna stop until you cum. Hard. I want you to scream. Can you scream for me?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything!" She'd give anything if he kept making her feel so good. Using his hold on her, he lifted her up and her hand immediately wrapped around his erect member, positioning him at her entrance. They both gasped at the contact. How long had it been? Days? Months? Years? Fitz's head fell back, a deep groan falling from his lips, when Olivia unexpectedly slammed down onto him. The sound she made made him want to come out of his skin. He was even less prepared for her to rise up, almost allowing him to slip out of her, and repeat the gesture. He released her arms and she clamped her left hand onto his knee, leaning forward slightly as her right hand went between her legs. It was easy to replicate the sensation he'd created, but maintaining her rhythm while she did it was driving her crazy. Fitz twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and her eyes rolled back.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He smiled. She never cursed. She slammed herself down harder. He'd never known her to be so feverish, so reckless with want. Her voice echoed off the walls. There was no way people couldn't hear her. But he didn't care. He couldn't care when she was so hot and tight. She began convulsing wildly, leaning her back against his chest, her pace rapid. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum for me baby! Don't stop." He was close too, his cock pulsing inside her. He could feel the fire raging in the put of his belly. Soon she would feel it too.
"I—ah! Ah!" Fitz suddenly stood and bent her over the edge of the tub, slamming into her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it tightly, just the way she liked.
"Don't stop rubbing your clit until you cum! Keep going Livvie! You're so close!" He pulled back on her hair, almost hard enough to hurt, his hips ramming into hers hard enough to make her legs shake.
"Don't…Stop…Ple—Fitz!" She shook violently, hard enough for Fitz to grab her waist to keep her from slipping beneath him. She froze in a silent scream, her walls clenching him so tightly that his knees almost buckled, then gasped back to life, pushing her hips back into his in a frenzy.
"Fuck Liv!" He gripped her waist, held her still so he could fuck her as hard as he needed to. They both groaned at the feeling of his hot seed surging inside her. He collapsed in the tub's seat, bringing her back with him, both of them panting like they'd run a marathon. He kissed her sweaty brow. "Fuck Liv…"
Olivia reached up and ran her fingers through his curls. She kissed his chin. "I'm glad we're here."
"Me too." He cupped her breasts and kissed the crown of her head. "Are there any washcloths in here? We're pretty dirty."
"We? You're the dirty one. I just wanted to soak." They laughed, soft and harmonious, as Fitz began lathering her breasts with the sweet-scented bubble bath.
A/N: So what did y'all think? This was a lot more graphic than I usually get, but I hope y'all enjoyed it. Don't forget to leave your thoughts!