A/N: It's literally been so long since I've written for this ship so please forgive my rustiness lol. But it feels good to be back in these Olitz streets. I've missed my babies so very much. And the latest stuff I've seen from lurking is EVERYTHING. All I can say is there is a God and they've rewarded my patience with this ship!
Olivia smiled when she spotted Fitz amid the chaos of the campaign bus. He sat on the second to last row of seats, his reading glasses perched on his nose as he frowned at the newspaper. She walked to the last row and leaned on the back of the unoccupied seat beside him.
"Scarlet," she said, capturing his attention.
He turned away from her, pushed his glasses up his nose. "What?"
"Fourteen down. The color of sinful correspondence," she replied, pointing at the crossword puzzle. "The answer is scarlet as in The Scarlet Letter."
Fitz smiled as he filled it in then looked at her shyly, sheepishly gestured to the seat beside him. Olivia took it but nearly leapt to her feet when their knees touched as he shifted to show her the puzzle. He commented, "I'm much better at sudoku."
"So I see." She laughed as she took the puzzle and his pencil, filling in some blank answers and correcting some wrong ones.
Fitz made a show of leaning over to look at her answers but the scent of lilies and lemons wafting off her made his vision cloudy. He didn't realize he was making small circles on her knee until she placed her hand atop his to still its movements.
"Sorry," he murmurs. "It's just nice to be close to someone who doesn't immediately move away from me."
"We promised not to go there. Just friends, remember?"
"Just friends don't look at each other like we do."
She went back to filling in answers, the fingers of her free hand still curled around his as she pulled it into the gap between their seats. Fitz intertwined their fingers, rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
She had long since finished the crossword puzzle when they reached the hotel, moving on to the sudoku puzzle on the other side, and Fitz found himself reluctant to let go of her hand as interns filed off the bus.
"Do you have something to do?" he asked as Olivia stood, grabbing her bag from the overhead compartment.
"I always have something to do," she answered with a teasing smile.
"But I'm your boss, so if I told you you had to take the afternoon off, you'd have to do it, right?"
Olivia scrunched her nose, smirking at him. "You are not my boss."
"I'm the one running for president."
"And I'm running your campaign," she replied. "So technically that means you have to do what I say."
His smile was almost boyish. "Not if I don't want to."
"I'd like to see you defy me."
"Okay." His grin grew mischievous. "I'm taking the afternoon off. I'm gonna order some room service and watch some tv and not be a future president until tomorrow. And since I'm your boss, you have to do it too."
Olivia rolled her eyes, but Fitz could see the smile pulling at her lips. "You're not my boss, but I'll think about it. Some of us can't just goof off, you know. Future presidents to boss around and all that."
Fitz bumped her with his elbow as he passed to get off the bus.
Olivia shook her head as she followed. She went to her room and showered the bus ride off her, changing into Huck's large refused "Grant For The People" t-shirt and leggings. She dug wool socks out of her suitcase then pulled her hair up in a little knot in the bathroom. She headed for the door but doubled back and grabbed her laptop in case she ran into anyone.
Finding the hallway empty, she hurried down it to Fitz's suite and knocked briskly, chirping. "Housekeeping!"
He opened the door in his pajama, smirked at her. "I was just about to call and complain. There's no chocolate on my pillow."
Olivia snorted. "You are so not funny."
"I know I'm not funny. I'm Fitz."
Olivia rolled her eyes, refusing to laugh as he let her in. "That's such a dad joke."
"Well I'm a dad."
"Oh you don't have to tell me. I've seen your jeans. And your sneakers."
Fitz laughed as he sat on the bed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that your clothes could be a little hipper."
"I'm in my fifties. If I'm not hip by now, I won't ever be, Livvie."
Olivia snorted as she sat at the head of the bed, picked up the room service menu. "What do you wanna eat?"
He stretched out on the bed beside her, took the menu and squinted at it. Olivia smirked, teased, "Put on your glasses."
"Hey some girls on twitter happen to find these glasses very sexy."
"What do you know about twitter old man?"
"Your friend Harrison showed me how to look at it. Apparently I've got a lot of female fans. They call themselves "Grant Girls". They've got belly shirts and everything."
Olivia laughed, leaning back on the pillows. "That's the most embarrassing thing I've ever heard!"
Fitz grinned at her. "Jealous you're not my only fan anymore?"
"Oh yeah. I'm eager to join the belly blouse brigade," she replied.
"I could get you one. If you're nice, I'll autograph it." He scooted up the bed to sit beside her then leaned across her lap and took another menu out of the nightstand drawer. "Want Chinese instead?"
"That sounds good." Olivia tried not to make it obvious that she was pressing herself into the pillows, desperate to put some space between her and Fitz as his scent threatened to take her under.
They go over the menu, Fitz still much closer than she'd prefer him. Olivia exhaled a breath she'd been holding for far too long when he sat up to order the food, though it was a short-lived relief as his fingers wrapped around her foot, his thumb pressing into its arch.
When he finished, he handed her the phone then went back to rubbing her foot. Olivia tried to pull it away but he held on firmly, grabbing her right foot as well. "I know your feet hurt. You never wear flats."
"I'm 5'4. If I wore flats, no one would see me," she replied, leaning back on the pillows and letting him press his thumbs into the calloused ball of her right foot.
"They'd hear you. You're really loud, if no one's ever told you that." He grins teasingly, his knuckles in the arch of her foot.
"Ooh…" Olivia leaned back on the pillows, her eyes falling closed. She sat up a moment later, squinting at him. "I am not loud."
"Maybe everyone else is quiet then," he replied with a grin. "You're even louder than Mellie."
"That's a lie. No one's louder than Mellie."
"No one but you." Before she can make a smart reply, he moved to her other foot.
"That feels so good," she murmured, careful not to moan. If she moaned, their already tenuous friendship would dissolve in an instant.
"I'm such a good friend."
Olivia laughed. "Shut up and turn on the tv."
Fitz turned on the tv and handed her the remote, watching as she flipped to the food network. He gave her a questioning look. "Food network?"
"They have the best competitions," she answered, bending so she could see the television. Fitz continued his massage until he noticed her stillness. Looking up at her face, he noticed her eyes falling closed every few minutes. He let go of her feet then sat up and covered her body with his own, pulling her left leg around his waist.
Her eyes fluttered open and she reached up to caress his face. "Fitz…"
"Let's not be friends for a minute," he replied. "Just one minute."
"Just one minute," she agreed, her hand moving up to thread her fingers through his curls, still damp from his shower.
Fitz lowered his face to meet hers, pressing his lips to hers for the first time in what he was sure was a small eternity. He pecked her lips repeatedly, lingering a little longer each time until Olivia lifted her head and chased his lips.
"You've only got a minute. Do you really wanna spend it teasing me?" she murmured.
He moved down to her neck, kissed the hollow of her throat. "I think you know how I'd like to spend it."
A polite knock at the door cut off Olivia's answer. "Room service, Governor Grant."
"Just a minute," he called before dipping his head again and kissing Olivia again.
Olivia laughed quietly, bit his bottom lip. "Your minute is over, Mr. President."
"Oh I like that," he growled, pulling her other leg around his waist.
"Governor Grant?" came the voice from the other side of the door.
Fitz gave her one last kiss then grabbed his wallet and went to answer the door.
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