A/N Sorry for being MIA. I'll update more often from now on.
Olivia watched Fitz closing the curtains in in his home office and listening to his voice mail. Frustratingly hot, stubborn man. She sighed deeply, squirming uncomfortably on the floor.
"Is this really necessary, Fitz?" she was referring to her still being tied up with his tie to his bookshelf .
"Apparently it is!" he sipped on his bourbon sitting on the edge of a desk. "When you are free to walk, you just cause mayhem. You become an eco freak super hero, trying to kill yourself and destroy your own family..."
"I am not! Let me go, Fitz! You have no right to do this!" she was pouting in her best Olivia Pope manner and he kneeled down next to her. OH-OH...HE IS MAD!
"This..." he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb "...isn't going to work..." She trembled inhaling his masculine scent. He trailed his fingers down her left cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. Don't look at his chest hair! Oh, damn you, Fitz!
"Fitz...what are you talking about?" her voice was husky and low and he ignored the twitch in his pants
it caused.
"This pouting and..." his fingers were grazing her nipples now making her squirm even more. Fitz leaned in even more, touching her nose with his. "...the infamous OP seduction game you always play with me...It stops, today!" He solidified his statement with biting her bottom lip, making her moan into his mouth.
WAIT, WHAT?! She opened her eyes like someone pinched her and Fitz was already sitting in his leather chair.
"You should call your office and let them know you're not coming to work for three days." his voice was so calm like he just read the weather report and Olivia couldn't believe her ears.
"Yeah, right! And tell them what exactly?" she rubbed her knuckles that seriously started to hurt from that tie of his. This man wasn't fooling around. She didn't know if she wanted to kill him or ride him right there on that chair, wiping that smug expression off his face.
Like he'd just read her mind, he smiled for a split second and the anger was back in another one.
"You could just tell them your allergies got worse..." he crossed his arms with a death glare. "Or your cold, was it?!"
Ooookaaaay...so he knows I lied to him. Olivia looked down feeling really guilty.
"Fitz, I'm sorry...I really am. I wanted to tell you...but it just never came up."
"It never came up?!" he yelled and stood up putting his hands through his hair.
"Okay, bad choice of words." Olivia looked like a little girl sitting on the floor with her hands tied. "I'm sorry for lying to you, You didn't deserve that, but I don't deserve to sit here like this either! Fitz, what would your neighbors say if they saw me like this?!"
He wouldn't give a flying fuck.
"They'd probably say: 'bravo, for capturing the enemy of the state!' "
Is that what he thinks of me?! Olivia felt exhausted and disappointed. Fitz will never understand why I did it. She was sweaty and dirty. Her hair and clothes were sticky. If she had to endure Fitzgerald Grant prison, she at least wanted to get clean.
"Can I at least take a shower, please?" she asked with a sad voice and his face lit up instantly.
"Absolutely! But, since my bathroom has a window, I'd have to help you out, cos I don't have any intention of untying your hands. I'd be glad to help."
There's that smirk again. Olivia growled with frustration.
"No, thanks! Fitz, this is beyond ridiculous!"
"Probably." He kneeled down to her again so they were face to face. "You proved that you're not to be trusted. You lied to me so many times, Livvie."
The sadness in his voice and the hurt in his gray eyes got to her. She was genuinely sorry for not being honest. If only he could understand her reasons.
"You can't hold me like this forever, you know."
Don't look at her lips, Grant! He sighed and leaned his face forward with his forehead on hers. "I've certainly thought about it..." He took her face in his hands and gray orbs bore into browns. "Listen, Livvie...you are trying to make your dad and uncle do the right thing and your actions, however crazy they seem to me, were relatively harmless so far. But, if you keep going with them, they'll draw more attention from the state, or the police and someone will get hurt. That someone will be you. I don't want that to happen."
She just blinked surprised by his words. He seemed honest, like he really cared about what happens to her. Fitz finally untied her hands, despite of what he said. He brought her left knuckle to his lips and kissed it softly, then her right one doing the same. Olivia whimpered at his tenderness, not so much from the pain she felt. He swoop her up in his arms and lay her down on the sofa.
"I'm gonna make us dinner. I don't want the UN law suit for not treating my prisoners right."
"Fitz..." she didn't want to stay alone here.
"Please don't jump out the window or something, wild cat!" he pleaded, pausing by the door. "I actually like you, claws and all."
Their eyes locked across the room and Olivia felt her stomach muscles clench. He likes me?! Before she regained her ability to speak, he was out, locking the door.
Seriously, Fitz! All this time she felt like he was joking about the imprisonment thing. Confusing, crazy, tiring, insanely hot man! She felt like he was beating her in her own game. First he was mad, then made her panties drench just by being near her and breathing the same air, then he refused to let her take a shower, then untied her and told her he like her! He was definitely her match in crazy, but damn her if she would let him seduce her and then laugh at her like he did in the past. She just had to stay awake. VERY AWAKE. That was her last thought before she fell asleep.
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She felt soft kisses on her neck and a hand slowly gliding down her stomach.
"Mmmmhmmm...Fitz..." she purred like a cat.
"Damn right it's me, baby..."
Olivia opened her eyes meeting Fitz's satisfied gaze. She tried to move her hands, but one of them was tied up again, not to his bookshelf but to his left hand. They were both lying on his bed.
"Good morning, angel!" he emphasized the last word on purpose and Olivia realized she was wearing just her panties and a bra.
"You son of a..."
"Hush now, baby! That's not how ladies talk! Especially angels!" he shut her up by nuzzling his mouth to her neck and trailing kisses down her body.
She wanted to scream how angry she was at herself, him, the Universe for him being so sexy. Nice and calm, Pope! She reminded herself, but then Fitz licked her earlobe and she almost jumped to the ceiling.
"Fitzgerald Grant, I cannot believe you're doing these things!" she yelled in frustration and Fitz reluctantly peeled himself off her and looked at her licking his lips.
"Really?! Who knew I could come up with something so great, not to mention practical." he tugged on their tied up hands with a smirk on his face.
"How very Christian Grey-like of you." she murmured more to herself than him, but he snorted.
"CG?! He's got nothing on me, baby!"
Olivia couldn't help but laugh.
"Wait...How do you even know who Grey is?!"
Finally, her laughter. Fitz wanted to hear some more of that divine music, so he elaborated.
"Well...one day my grandma came for a coup of tea at the company and while I was working, she read this book. When she went to the bathroom I took a peak..."
"Linda was reading 'FIFTY SHADES'?!" Olivia was a ball of giggles. "Oh my God, I'm gonna pee myself!"
Fitz was fast on his feet untying their hands in less then 10 seconds.
"Don't you dare, Olivia! This is Egyptian cotton!"
She took one look at his horrified face and started laughing even louder.
"Just kidding, but thanks for untying me, you kinky freak!"
She tried to escape towards the bathroom, but Fitz launched himself at her and took her down on the bed. To think he'd have to tackle a woman at his age...
"Stop running, you wild woman!"
She finally stopped fidgeting. She had to change her tactic.
"Okay. What do you want?" Besides the obvious, she almost added, feeling his massive erection against her thigh.
Truth time, thought Fitz. He moved away from her and leaned against the headboard. Olivia did the same.
"Tell me what you did last night at the refinery."
She hesitated for a while.
"I can only say it's not dangerous."
"That's not good enough!" he growled next to her losing his patience.
"Okay...Can't we make a deal then? You can't hold me locked in here forever, Fitz."
I can dream...He almost said it, but he knew Olivia was in her non-bs mode. She wanted to negotiate, and he was a master at that.
"So, you are willing to stay here and not run away from me anymore?"
He really cuts through the chase!
She turned to look at him, not believing what he just said.
"Stay here?! As in live here?!" She was stunned.
"Somebody has to look after you." he said it in such sweet and gentle way that he made her heart skip a beat.
"I'm not a child, Fitz."
"No..." he put his palms on her breasts and caressed her through the silky material of her bra. "You're definitely not a child."
Olivia closed her eyes and leaned forward fighting the urge to clime him like a tree and get over the frustrations of the day in the best way she could think of. The logical part of her brain knew she had to finish what she started at the refinery. Having sex with Fitz would only cloud her judgment more and make her forget her plan. She needed to get this job at the refinery done and then calmly think about Fitz and her feelings for him.
"Fitz...let's make a deal, okay?!" she found the last atoms of strength to push him away.
"Okay. Take this." he tossed a sheet over her, needing her to cover up in order for his brain to function.
"I promise not to run from you, keep you in the dark about refinery and stay here as long as you behave like a perfect gentleman for the next three days."
He looked at her like she grew two heads and she had to suppress a giggle.
"I'm not sure I like your conditions." he pouted.
"I don't like yours either."
"Three days, huh?"
She nodded. "That's how much I can spare at work. I'll stay here and Stephen will cover me."
"He'll cover you in his dreams..." he got up from bed and got out of the room leaving her confused. He was back with his laptop in just a few minutes.
"Aren't you a bit curious about how did I connect the dots and realized you're the Green Angel?"
She never really thought about it. She assumed he just followed her and found out by chance.
"You've got yourself a deal, Olivia. You are staying here for three days, I am taking you everywhere with me, in case the wild cat wants to come out for a walk."
"And you'll be a perfect gentleman and you will not sexually harass me at any time, awake or asleep?!" Because I need my brain for thinking not for orgasms.
"Deal."
He was so fast to say yes that she couldn't help but wonder if she missed a step and there was a crack in that deal somewhere that she just couldn't pinpoint yet.
"What's with the laptop?"
"Just to show you what was mailed to me by an anonymous source last night. In case you come to wonder why I'm not letting you near Stephen Finch again!"
He pressed play on a video and Olivia's eyes almost fell out at the sight. It was a video of one of her first actions with The Greenpeace in Brazil. All of the activists were naked holding signs with written messages about saving the Amazon Rainforests. Camera was especially filming the two people in the front yelling the loudest. It was naked Olivia next to naked Stephen.
"Enough!" she hit stop on the video and covered her face with sheets.
"I had my doubts about you, with your overly enthusiastic attacks in the Pope Oil conference room, but this is pure gold. I just need a guy to crop out Finch and his...parts and this will be my favorite video of all time!" Fitz was laughing until he felt her nails scratching his skin.
"I'm glad you find this amusing, Fitz! When this leaks to the press..."
"It wont, my team is on it."
"Your team?!" she peeked her head out of the sheets and he kissed her forehead.
"I told you I will help you. You just need to start trusting me more and get Finch a new office cos he can't stay in yours anymore."
"Fitz, that was like 400 years ago. What's the big deal?!"
He was pouting again and if he wasn't so handsome doing it, she'd be really pissed off.
"HE SAW YOUR BOOBS!"
Dear God, he's jealous! How could I not fuck his brains out right now?!
"So did you!" Olivia tried so hard not to giggle.
"Babe, when I saw your boobs for the first time I couldn't concentrate for days at work. Trust me, every time Finch sees you, he thinks about these." he pointed out at the obvious objects of obsession.
Olivia just burst out laughing.
"All men are not shallow as you are!" she got up heading to the bathroom for that much needed shower, taking off her bra in the process and throwing it at Fitz.
"And for your information baby, these (she squeezed her boobs with her hands) have the best times of their lives in your hands and your hands only!"
Before he could pick up his jaw from the floor, she was behind the door, locking herself up.
THREE FUCKING DAYS OF HELL! he almost threw his laptop through the window in despair, but then he heard the water starting in his shower and he fell back to bed thinking about what he got himself into.