A/N: Everyone seemed interested enough in hearing more about what happens with Liv & Fitz after their little reunion so I decided to continue. Hope you enjoy it. It seems this story is going to be pretty heavy on the Olitz lovin'….hope that's okay with everyone. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. XOXO

"I didn't think you'd show" he stood aside and let her walk past him into the suite. He enjoyed the view as she moved in the direction of the living area.

"I told you I'd be here" she sounded just a little too business-like for his taste but then she tended to start out that way in many of their encounters.

"Actually you didn't tell me anything, you seduced me from across the room," he smirked. She wore a simple fitted sweater and jeans with the highest of heels. The sight of her rear end hugged in denim and moving in front of him as she unthinkingly rummaged around in her purse was entirely frustrating, "What are you looking for?" he sounded impatient.

"My lip gloss" she turned to face him, holding the tube in her hand, "And I most certainly did not seduce you."

She watched his lips curl and knew that the next words to escape his mouth were certain to have an effect on her. She allowed her tongue to roam over her lips.

"Your eyes said everything your body said to me earlier in the evening" he watched his words for their desired effect and when he saw her breath catch and pink rise to her cheeks he continued, "You wore that dress and you couldn't keep your eyes off me. You walked in on Davis' arm and I watched his hands touch you and him whisper in your ear but you weren't really with him were you?"

"Edison is a good man" her features softened. She didn't mean for all of this to happen. Fitz had left her all alone, she thought for good, and Edison had been there to comfort her. He was like an old sweater or a pair of comfortable slippers, always there when you need them but nothing you would wear out in public. She didn't allow herself to think of her relationship with Edison as being a rebound relationship, "He's good to me."

"You don't love him" Fitz was advancing towards her, "Your body doesn't react the same when he touches you. You can try to hide it Olivia but you don't have feelings for him like you have for…"

"You…" her eyes flashed with flecks of gold, "My body doesn't react to anyone the way it reacts to you and I hate that. I hate that you own my body and my mind and my soul. I'm desperate for someone to make me feel the way you do when the truth is that only you can make me feel those things. And you're not mine."

Fitz bowed his head. He may have known the things to do to drive her body wild but she knew the words to say to cut straight to his heart. He took a deep breath, considered whether this was a fight worth fighting, then resumed, "But I am yours" the words were quiet, barely audible above the drone of the world, "My heart and soul and body belong to you Olivia." His hand found its familiar place on her cheek. She knew this dance by heart, it was part of the reason she always wanted to run from him.

"You don't need to promise me anything" she forced herself to lie.

He drew her into him and inhaled, her scent causing a welcome rise in his pants, "That's where you're wrong. We need to figure out what we both want and how we can get it."

She looked up at him surprised, "You want to talk?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" his ravaging smile sent shockwaves sweeping through her body.

"You and I alone in a hotel suite?" Olivia gestured around them, "Yes, it's very hard to believe that all you'd want to do is talk." She struggled to keep her disappointment from registering in her voice. After their tryst earlier in the evening all she could think about was Fitz, feeling his hands on her again and the weight of his body against hers. He caught a hint of disenchantment in her eyes. Normally that look would pain him but this time it caused the sly grin to return to his face.

Fitz leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I didn't say all I wanted to do was talk" he punctuated his statement by allowing his tongue to circle the shell of her ear. She shivered with anticipation and gripped his shirt. Her heart pounded in her ears and wetness pooled between her thighs. She knew she shouldn't meet Fitz at the hotel, she knew she shouldn't start seeing him again; she knew they were both risking so much by being together.

"This isn't a good idea" she murmured not trying to move away from him.

"Probably not" he agreed, his breath running along her neck.

Fitz felt Olivia's small hands begin to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her fingers gliding along the skin beneath. He knew she was dealing with the struggle between her head and her heart. It was that struggle he had aimed to eliminate for her when he told her he would let her go. He always allowed her to have the final say in what happened between them, waited for her okay. From the first time they made love, in the hotel in Georgia, he always waited for her consent.

"We don't have to if you don't want to" he murmured, looking into her eyes.

She smiled demurely and took his hand in hers. He stood there, chest exposed, all of his defenses down. She ran her free hand along the ripple of muscles then returned her focus to the hand she held in hers. She placed a light kiss in the center of his palm. He closed his eyes, every time she touched him he thanked his lucky stars this woman was in his life. She looked into his face, chiseled, handsome, and perfect. His eyes were still closed when she took his hand and placed it at the curve of her breast before reaching up to catch his bottom lip between her teeth.

"I want to" he heard her say. He quickly gave a little 'thank you' to the heavens that her heart won out over her head. Since she had asked him to let her go and he had obliged, things felt so urgent, he knew he needed her. His biggest fear was that she would decide not to follow her heart and he would lose her forever. Their most recent time apart had been the closest they had ever come to being truly separated and he hated it, hated not seeing her, hated not touching her, but most of all he hated not talking to her. On top of being absolutely gorgeous she was infinitely smart and deeply fascinating. He opened his eyes to focus on her again, her caramel eyes watching him intently. She looked deep into his eyes as his hands slid over the cotton of her sweater then lifted it over her head. He tossed it across the room then stepped back to take in her slim form. Olivia blushed slightly under the heat of his gaze. She was about to speak when he stepped towards her to unfasten her jeans. They were also discarded haphazardly while she felt a familiar swell of passion forming.

"You're sure?" he gasped, her hands working quickly to unfasten his pants. She smirked as his pants pooled at his feet. He watched her drop to her knees, sliding his boxers down his legs and tossing them to the side, "Livvie?" he choked.

"Fitz" she licked her lips, stroking his length several times before taking the tip between her lips. He watched inquisitively while she alternated between long, hot, slow strokes, and relentless, shallow strokes. He loved watching her work, loved feeling her hot mouth on him and the way her hair skimmed his thighs. She looked up and saw him watching her causing her cheeks to pink. She ran her tongue along the underside from the base to the tip. He groaned involuntarily when her mouth lost contact with him. She peered up at him, still blushing, "You're watching me…" she whispered under hooded eyes.

"I love watching you" he still hadn't regained his composure and his hands played in her tendrils. He pulled her to her feet and let his hands run over her satin covered breasts then down to the thin fabric that covered her heat. Then his fingers touched her jaw and she knew she was lost. She closed her eyes when their lips met softly at first then with increasing urgency and hunger. He reached down to lift her into his arms, not letting his mouth leave hers. Their tongues wound together as he moved them towards the bedroom of the suite. A lamp fell to the floor as they bumped into a table and a vase became a casualty of him stopping to press her up against the wall. He ground his pelvis against her satin covered center then continued the rest of the way to the bed. He laid her gently against the pillows and moved over her. Their eyes met briefly in an intense exchange.

"Livvie" the word came out unwillingly.

She snaked her fingers through his curls. The way he looked at her was so passionate. Sometimes the intensity of those looks scared her. Her feelings for him were so penetrating, there were times she wondered if she could survive without Fitz, those were usually the times she pushed him away or tried to escape.

His mouth met the curve of her neck, tasting along her supple skin until he reached her earlobe which he caught between his teeth. He felt her shiver as his breath moved over her ear, "You are so beautiful" his words brought a heat racing through her. He reached for the clasp of her bra then slid the satin and lace from her body. She saw him lick his lips before teasing his tongue around the edge of one pebbled nipple then drawing it into his mouth. She moaned quietly and tightened her grip on his curls. He tasted the other nipple before leaving a burning trail down her abdomen with his tongue stopping just at the edge of her thong. He looked up at her briefly and a devious smile curved his lips before he slid the damp fabric down her legs. She watched his head dip to her center and the world nearly went black. He began with long, lingering sweeps of his tongue along her folds then moving to swirl around her bundle of nerves. He always knew when she was particularly enjoying something because her hands gripped his curls tighter. Her hands knotted in his curls urgently when he picked up the pace of his ministrations. He knew her body so well, every inch of her flesh, the places she liked to be touched, the way she liked him to touch her, and the sounds that she made. When her lips parted and his name escaped like a breath he knew from experience that her orgasm was close.

X-X

Hal walked briskly down the hallway in the direction of the suite. He didn't usually accompany the President when he met Ms. Pope, instead generally staying behind to be part of the First Lady's detail, but today he had obviously drawn the short straw. He couldn't understand how Tom was able to be a party to the President breaking his marriage vows. Simply having knowledge of the affair made Hal feel guilty every time he saw the First Lady. He had considered telling her so many times but couldn't bring himself to be the one to break her heart.

"Fitz….God….fuck…..FITZ!" her voice emanated from the other side of the wall his partner was leaning against. Tom stood there, appearing unfazed as Fitz's unintelligible response followed her moans. There was another crash then the sound of laughter and the padding of feet along the suite floor, "Get back here" they heard Fitz growl then more giggling, "I'm not finished with you Livvie."

Hal felt his cheeks blush and he cleared his throat drawing Tom's attention to him, "How much longer do we have to stand here?"

"I told you that you're free to step away if you need to" Tom was all business, "Go sit in the bar, grab a bite to eat, whatever."

"How much longer do you think he'll be?" Hal was exasperated.

Tom glanced at his watch then shoved his hands back into his pockets, "This might go on a while longer. It doesn't sound like they're even close to finished."

"How can he do this to the First Lady?" Hal looked at his shoes, "She's such a nice woman, and she's attractive."

"It's none of our business" Tom returned, keeping his voice even, "But if you want my opinion" he lowered his voice just slightly, "He seems to enjoy Ms. Pope more than he enjoys the First Lady."

There was a forceful thud against the wall then the President's voice, "Olivia…..don't stop….Livvie….I'm gonna…..fuck…."

"So they're done?" Hal asked, a mark of relief in his voice.

Tom listened for a moment before answering, "No, I'd say they're still a ways from being…" his statement was interrupted by their voices.

"God Livvie, that was so hot" Hal thought about suggesting that the hotel better soundproof their rooms. This wasn't dialogue he was interested in hearing.

"You got me all messy" her voice was full of seduction and Hal considered removing the pen from his coat pocket and jabbing it into his eardrums.

X-X

"I'll get you a towel" his voice was still nearly a growl as his orgasm had barely put a dent in his appetite for her. He stepped into the bathroom and returned with a towel which he handed to Olivia who had returned to the bed. He climbed next to her and drew her against him, "You know better than to run away from me" she felt another surge of heat and his fingers played with the curve of her hip.

"You didn't think I was going to go easy on you because it's your birthday did you?" she flirted, "or are you just too old to chase me?"

Olivia nearly cackled as she leapt from the bed and took off towards the living area again.

"When I catch you I'm going to make damn sure you can't run away again" he was close on her heels. She stopped on the far side of the couch with no means of escape. He wore a smug smile, striding in her direction.

"Maybe we can make a deal, Fitz" she giggled, moving to keep the couch between them. He faked going to the right and moved left to grab her, "No!" she shrieked in pure delight.

"Now you're going to pay Ms. Pope" his baritone echoed in the room. He threw her easily over his shoulder and swatted her bare ass causing renewed giggling from Olivia. He carried her back to the bed and lay her down. She quickly scurried up towards the headboard with Fitz in close pursuit. She smiled up at him as his body moved above hers, "What are you going to do?"

He licked his lips then set to work kissing across one clavicle then the other. He ran his hands along each of her arms pulling them above her head. He reached onto the nightstand to retrieve his tie then began wrapping it around her wrists and through the headboard.

"Fitz" she whined slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you don't run away. You're being a very bad girl tonight" he smirked tightening the knot he'd fastened in the necktie. She squirmed beneath him, trying to wriggle free. The look in his eyes was dark with desire, it made her stop moving. His hands moved up her sides, fingers tracing circles over her hips and abdomen then tangling in her hair. He pressed his mouth hard against hers and she felt the effects of their embrace against her thigh. She had never let a man tie her up before but these games with Fitz were so fun and she trusted him implicitly.

"I need you inside me" she almost whined.

"Tell me you're sorry you ran away from me" he breathed against her neck.

"I'm sorry" her voice was breathy.

"You know I'll catch you every time" he nibbled her earlobe, "I'm the most powerful man in world."

"Is that so?" he loved when she played coy and his cock stiffened further with each barb from her. In one fluid motion he hoisted her hips and aligned himself with her opening. He watched her eyes glaze over before pressing slowly into her. He paused so they could each grow accustomed to the fit.

"Oh God" she moaned, slightly louder than she intended.

"Shh….you're going to make Tom come in" he hissed, returning his mouth to her ear. With that he thrust hard into her causing the headboard to contact the wall. He set a relentless pace and both smiled at the rhythm of the bed hitting the wall. Never had she felt anything so amazing and she wrapped her legs around his waist to maintain the contact.

X-X

Tom leaned back against the wall listening to the sounds coming from the hotel room. They were nothing new with the exception that this reunion seemed to be going on far longer than their normal interactions.

"You feel so good Fitz…." He heard her pant, "So big….faster….don't stop"

"You're all mine" he growled in response, continuing his blistering pace and gripping her hips tighter, "Tell me Olivia."

"I'm yours Fitz" she cried, nearly unable to bear the intense contact. Her submission caused Tom to shake his head and grin.

"How can you find this humorous?" Hal wondered, "I feel so dirty."

Tom looked in his direction, "Because I've never heard them together when one isn't swearing they belong to the other. I just can't imagine loving someone like that."

"Don't you think Mrs. Grant deserves to know?" Hal wondered.

"Who are we to stand in the way of love?" Tom returned.

Hal scoffed, "Love? What makes you think this is love?"

"Just wait…" Tom promised then as if on cue the noises from the room increased.

"God…..yes….Olivia…..I….love….you"

"Harder Fitz…..don't stop….Jesus…..I love you…."

Tom looked at Hal who, at this point, wore a scowl and bright red, burning cheeks. He didn't say a word just nodded.

X-X

Fitz pulled the covers over them and they lay partially tangled in one another.

"I missed you so much" he said, running his fingers through her hair and staring at the ceiling.

"Every night I prayed that you would call" she whispered in return.

"How did you get away from Davis?"

"Told him I was tired and needed to get some rest for work tomorrow" she was matter of fact, "How did you get away from Mellie?"

"I'm catching up on work" he sounded wistful, "everything I missed while I was at the G8."

Olivia rolled away from him and pulled the sheet around her as she stood.

"Where are you going?" he sounded alarmed.

"I have something for you" she grinned then turned to walk into the living area. She returned several minutes later carrying a cupcake with a single candle, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" she breathed holding the cupcake out to him, "Make a wish"

He took the cupcake and blew out the candle, "And what if my wish already came true?" He placed the cupcake on the nightstand, "Stay with me tonight, Livvie."

"That's probably not a good idea" she whispered, his lips moving closer to hers.

"Probably not" he agreed just before their lips met.

Tom gave a barely audible laugh and shook his head as he heard the renewed sounds of passion. He looked towards Hal, "I told you they were going to be awhile."