Not much has changed since Liv kissed her, but Mellie feels like a new woman. She had thought things with Marcus had been great, but this was different. One kiss with Liv has Mellie feeling the way she'd felt after weeks of sleeping with Marcus. She knows it's cheesy, but she swears colours are brighter and smells are sweeter now that she's tasted the lips of Olivia Pope.
The two women haven't talked about their shared moment since it happened. Things have been a whirlwind since then. Frankie Vargas was shot only moments after the kiss, and neither woman has really ever had time to process it. They are closer now to the white house than they've ever been before, and neither woman can afford to get distracted.
And now, this. Now Cyrus Beane is in jail. And Mellie is a few days away from being elected. Her dream is more tangible now than it has ever been.
Liv leans back on the sofa in her office, as a beaming Mellie turns up the volume of their victory music and sets her wine down on the desk. She starts to dance, jutting her hips out and waving her hands to a rhythm that does not match the music. A grin spreads across Olivia's face as she watches. Mellie Grant dances like what she is: a white politician and mother. Liv cocks an eyebrow.
"Oh, so we're dancing now," she says with a short chuckle.
"We are dancing!" Mellie gushes, sticking her arms out and letting the music move her. "Because I am going to be president of the United States of America."
Mellie moves closer to Liv and grabs her hand, pulling her onto the makeshift dance floor that is Liv's dimly lit office. Liv is suddenly acutely aware that this is the second time she and Mellie have held hands within a matter of days.
"Potus 45!" Mellie sings, lifting Liv's hands and and continuing to dance. Liv sings back with a grin. The women dance, Liv's moves soft and smooth while Mellie's limbs flail and jerk. But something about the way she oozes confidence even with her lack of rhythm is kind of sexy. Liv is thinking about kissing her again.
It's then that she notices Quinn and Charlie peaking nosily through the glass pane of the door. Her heart drops slightly in her chest, and she wonders if they can read her feelings towards Mellie plain on her face. They are trained B13 agents after all. She has to play it cool. Fortunately, the ability to "play it cool" is one of Olivia's best assets.
"Really?" Liv accuses, a hand on her hip, as she approaches the guilty Quinn and Charlie. The threesome banter about the spying and Liv keeps her tone even and confident.
"I didn't know the leader of the free world was supposed to twerk," Quinn says dryly.
"Stop watching," Olivia scolds. "Have a little respect. She's not the leader of the free world. Not yet."
Liv's heart is melting for a certain dancing woman with dreams of the white house, sure, but she is still Olivia Pope. She knows that this is reality, and Liv's reality is never too kind. She can't let herself believe that this is happening. Not yet.
"We are not there until we are there," she tells Quinn. She explains to them that the election isn't over. "Don't make me come out here again," she says finally, after her lecture, as she glances back at Mellie, who is still dancing, oblivious to the conversation happening only a few feet away.
Charlie and Quinn pack up their things and tell Liv they are headed out, and she feels a wave of relief. Maybe she and Mellie can have some peace, for the first time in weeks.
"You're crazy," Liv jokes, re-entering her office.
"Mmm," Mellie hums, mostly ignoring her. She moves her hips gently as the song starts to fade out. When it ends, Mellie dances her way back to the stereo remote to change the song. This time it's a slower song that seeps through the speakers. Her dancing changes tempo. She glides towards Liv, who is still standing awkwardly in the doorway. Mellie puts her hands on Olivia's hips.
"Dance with me," she says. Liv smiles, slightly embarrassed – embarrassed that she is dancing like a fool in the middle of her office with the potential future president of the United States, and even more embarrassed that all she can think about is how soft Mellie's lips look.
Reluctantly, Liv puts her arms around Mellie's neck. They move gently together. Mellie giggles softly.
"So, what you said before, was that true?" Mellie asks, as they sway together.
"What did I say?"
"You said that power turns you on."
Olivia looks away, avoiding Mellie's eyes, fearing she might melt if she looks directly into them.
"Because no one has more power than the leader of the free world," Mellie says softly. "Does this turn you on?" She pulls Olivia closer to her and kisses her gently.
Liv closes her eyes. Mellie is so soft. And she smells so good.
She deepens their kiss. Olivia's hands move to Mellie's face. Mellie's hands start to roam. They glide over Liv's hips and find their way onto her ass. She pulls Liv as close as she can get her. Neither woman is thinking about anything but the feeling of the other's body up against them.
Liv pauses for a breath before guiding Mellie backwards towards the sofa. Mellie obliges, kicking her heels off and laying on her back. Liv climbs on top of her, straddling the brunette, and dives right back into the kiss before she can think about all of the reasons why she shouldn't. She needs to stop thinking, and start doing.
Mellie must be reading Liv's mind, because she kisses more intensely now, her hands on Liv's lower back. Liv pulls her lips apart from Mellie's and plants a trail of kisses from her chin to her collarbone. Mellie moans softly.
"Let's get this off," Mellie says with a smirk, gently sliding Liv's cardigan off her arms. Liv laughs and helps her speed up the process by throwing the cardigan to the ground. Her shirt comes off next, revealing her smooth skin and black bra. Mellie practically purrs.
It's Mellie's turn to undress now. She sits up and Liv reaches behind her for the zipper on her dress. The dress is off in a matter of seconds, leaving Mellie in her bra and thong. Liv admires her for a moment before pushing her back down on the sofa and kissing her neck again.
"You're so sexy, Madam President," Liv whispers into Mellie's ear, sending a shudder of pleasure through her body.
"Mm, I could get used to this," Mellie says, grinning.
Olivia kisses her, long and hard. "Me too."