She could not believe her ears. This was not happening.This was unreal. Not possible. There was no way that her husband was making her moan so many times, making her come so many times. The noices coming from the hotel room next to her sounded so hot that she felt tempted to help herself. Since she had an understanding with her and her husband that while traveling for his second election he would stay with his girlfriend instead of his wife at night, she was alone every night on the road. Her room was directly next to the president's room this night, something that had she had been spared until now. The person making Olivia Pope come 5 times -FIVE - in a time span of three and a half hours couldn't be her husband. He sure never made her come like that when they still used to have sex together, so many years ago. It started when she heard them get in their room, not knowing that it was them, she didn't know at first what room number Olivia had that night. Crashing into the wall between the rooms, something shattered to the ground and she heard a few moans. And than she recognized her husbands voice, even though he sounded huskier than she knew it to be :"God Liv, i want you , right here against this wall". She shook her head: This wasn't happening, her husband was not in the room next to hers having sex with his girlfriend...except he was. The banging into the wall and the voices coming from that wall told her they where.
And o my god , it sounded like she was having a wonderful time.
After the third round she was convinced they would be done for the night, hell, for the month probably. So when it went on 5 times -FIVE- she was groaning in her own pillow, who on earth was the stranger that she called her husband? What had Olivia done to him to make him sound that good?
She grimaced to herself :"It must be her magical thighs...after all Fitz thinks they are golden ".
The next morning she put in a request that her room was never to be next to Olivia's again. In fact, she wanted to be on the opposite side of the floor. And you know what, they better rent the two top floors everywhere and make sure Olivia's room would be on the top floor. No need to alert everyone to her husbands extra curriculum activities.
They came for breakfast in the lounge late. Mellie already on her third cup of coffee, trying to keep the tiredness at bay. She saw them walk in before anybody else, she saw him kiss her quickly, softly, before entering the lounge. Her smile was a loving one, her hand intimately on his chest, before she put on her Olivia Pope face and entered the lounge. They took a seat across from her and greeted her good morning. All she saw was the mark on her neck, the pleased look on her face. And seriously, could her husband be any more obvious? Wasn't it enough that he always looked about ready to jump her at any second? Nooo, he had to be sitting so close to her. He was practically in her lap.
She gave them a fake smile and hissed at Olivia :" You might want to sleep alone tonight and get some sleep to remove those circles under your eyes...and to make sure you never sleep with my husband again if your room is next to mine". The flash of embarrassment and hurt that passed her face was almost worth her sleepless night.
Almost.