Chapter Four

Quinn Perkins stared at the limp woman in her boss's hands.

"So, I guess now women are literally screaming and fainting when they see you" she said sarcastically. Her boss was a good-looking man, he was downright gorgeous; but this felt like a bit of an overreaction.

Fitz ignored Quinn and picked up Pamela…no Olivia Pope. He had a meeting with Olivia Pope. Her name was Olivia Pope…and she was a prosecutor.

He carried her over to a small loveseat she had in her office and placed her down gently. She had already started stirring by the time he placed her down.

She came too, slowly opening her eyes. He watched as she lay confused for a minute, trying to gather her bearings…he knew the moment she remembered. Her eyes widened, the panic he had seen before she fainted returned and she opened her mouth and screamed. Again. Loud. Very loud.

"Jesus Christ lady, what the hell is wrong with you?" Quinn said with her two fingers popped into her ear to block the shrieking.

"Oh my god! Why are you here, you can't be here…I can't help you! You're just going to have to hope the court goes easy on you" Fitz stared at her confused by her incoherent rambling.

"Solicitation is a misdemeanor, is this your first offence? If it is they will not throw you in jail…I can't help you!" Fitz listened as her voice rose several octanes. The woman was in a full-fledged manic episode.

"Oh my god you're here to blackmail me! That's why you didn't take the money last night!" He watched as the panic turned to anger and then seething rage. She turned to Quinn

"And who the hell are you? Are you both in on this racket. Is this what you do? Well if you think you can get me to work for you from inside the DA's office to help with your solicitation cases, you are dead wrong! I will walk over and confess right now, I will not pervert the justice system you hear me?!" flames were spewing out of her mouth

"Pamela…Olivia…" he interrupted trying to get a word in edgewise

"and you better not be after money, cause let me tell you something bitch, I don't have any. You should have done your research. I haven't got shit!"

"OLIVIA!"

She turned to stare at him startled out of her rant by the force of his voice. Good. He thought he was going to have to shake her to bring her back from the ether. She opened her mouth

"Olivia, stop fucking talking" he said authoritatively. She stared at him and stayed quiet. The fear and panic radiating of her was almost palpable. He needed to ease that. He hated to see her in such distress

"Olivia, listen…" she interrupted. Again.

"How do you know my name?" she whispered

He reached down and grabbed the hand closest to him on the edge of the loveseat where he sat. She tried to pull it back, but he wouldn't let her.

"First take a deep breath for me, can you do that?" she looked up at him and obeyed. Her chest rising up and down slowly as she inhaled and exhaled.

"Good girl, now I am not here to…" he barely got started when the door opened and a tall redhead came barreling into the office. She looked around the room frantically and then stopped to take in the scene. Olivia on the couch with that…that…imposter! Holding her hand.

"Get your fucking hands off her asshole" Fitz stood up as the woman approached him. What fresh hell was this?

She walked up until she was right in his face and pointed a well-manicured finger in his face

"Who the hell are you? I just got off the phone with Madame Z and she said Stephen never met Olivia"

She turned to Liv "Stephen showed up at 8pm but you had already left the bar, he said he never met you" Olivia looked at Abby dumbfounded.

"What, what the hell are you talking about Abby, this is Stephen. I slept with him. This is him!" Oliva yelled. What the fuck was she talking about? This was Stephen!...wasn't it?

"Anybody want to clue me in on what's going on here?" Quinn said chiming in. The people in the room all seemed to know something she didn't. She was especially interested in the part where the pretty young woman slept with her boss.

"QUIET!" Fitz yelled again; trying to get control of the room" I can explain most of this but that means you all have to shut up and listen!"

Everyone stood still, the only noise in the room was Liv panting as she tried to calm her nerves. She moved to sit upon the loveseat planting her feet on the ground; she stood up making and made her way over to…the Stephen imposter.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked quietly

"Olivia…" she shook her head interrupting him

"Who the fuck are you?!" she repeated. Her voice was raised now

"Olivia…you need to calm down…" she raised her hands up and pounded him on the chest.

"Tell me who the fuck you are right fucking now" she was back to being almost hysterical. Fitz was angry now. He wanted to tell her everything but she wouldn't let him get a fucking word in edgewise.

"My name is Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the III. I am an attorney in the District of Columbia. I live in Potomac. I was at the Moonlight lounge getting a drink yesterday when a fucking gorgeous woman approached me and propositioned me and I decided to throw caution to the wind; I then spent the rest of the night fucking this incredible woman who made me see god. I don't regret it one bit. In fact, I was planning on tracking her down so I can do it again as soon as possible and as many times as possible"

The room had been silent as he spoke, no one moved. Fitz and Olivia stared at each other while Abby and Quinn stared at Fitz and Olivia.

Quinn was the first to recover from the atmosphere in the room. She looked around and spotted a chair in the back of the room; she walked over and took a seat. I wish I had some damn popcorn and a soda, she thought, this is going to be good!

Fitz finally spoke again.

"I don't know who Stephen is. I am assuming he was the guy you were supposed to meet last night? The guy you were to pay for sex?

"Oh Shit" floated across the room from where Quinn sat and Fitz turned to give her a dirty look. She held up her hands contrite and then pantomimed zipping her mouth.

"Why didn't you say anything when we were at the hotel?" she asked. Her big brown eyes looking up at him.

"I was going to…but the minute we got in there…I couldn't think. I put my hands on you and everything else fell to the wayside. The only thing I cared about was getting inside you" he rasped out. The memories of sliding inside her that first time coursed through him. She had been so tight.

"Damn, Fitz" this was from Quinn again. This time the whole room threw her a dirty look. Okay I'm just going to shut my damn mouth.

He reached down and took her hands in his.

"I am going to leave now and I am going to call you tonight and you are going to pick up the phone and let me talk to you about us, okay?" he said and put his hand under her chin and dropped a quick kiss on her lips

"Give me your phone number" he pulled out his phone ready to program her number in.

Olivia remained mute. He was getting ready to ask again when Abby piped up and gave him the number. Olivia threw her a look that would have frozen the Chesapeake Canal.

Abby shrugged, unrepentant.

"Quinn and I will call the clerk to reschedule the meeting to discuss Donny's arson charge"

He dropped another kiss on her, he lingered a little, and then gestured to Quinn that they were leaving. Quinn picked up the files she had come in with and followed Fitz's long stride out the door.

"I don't suppose you're going to share the details?" Quinn said as they headed out of the building.

Fitz didn't answer.

"Didn't think so"

Olivia was still in shock. What had happened?

Stephen wasn't Stephen…he was Fitzgerald…Fitz…that's what the woman with him had called him. He wasn't an escort. He was a lawyer.

Abby came back in with a cup of water she had gone to retrieve for Liv.

"Here drink this and try to calm down. Its all good" Abby said reassuringly.

Liv turned to her and stared at her like she had grown an extra head

"What the hell do you mean it's all good! It is not good! I am screwed!" Olivia cried out.

"I have to go to my boss's office and explain that I have to recuse myself from an arson case because I had carnal knowledge of the defense attorney on the case!"

"So, you recuse yourself and another prosecutor takes the case, big deal" Abby said dismissively "what we really need to talk about is the phone call coming your way this evening, what are you going to say when he asks you out?"

Liv stared at Abby confused "He is not going to ask me out…is he?"

"Liv he just declared to all and sundry that having sex with you rocked his world. He's not calling you to swap recipes. He's calling you because he wants to go back to swapping fluids with you" she said smirking. She looked at Olivia's face and the smile suddenly disappeared.

"Don't you dare do this Olivia Pope! You will take him up on whatever dirty fucking offer he has in mind; do you hear me?! He is fucking gorgeous and wants to have sex with you!"

"I told you I don't think I can do friends with benefits Abby, I get attached!"

"Did you or did you not tell me that the itch was worse than ever now? Go scratch the fuck out of that itch!"

Olivia buried her face in her fingers "I don't know…I don't know what to do"

"Liv…Liv look at me. You have spent the last four years punishing yourself for the sins of Edison. Its enough! You deserve to be happy. Did he make you feel good last night?"

Olivia nodded. Good was an understatement.

"Then just focus on that. Focus on just feeling good. Its time for you too feel good. Four years is too long to punish yourself for choosing the wrong man" Abby said quietly.

Liv looked down on the floor and said nothing.

"Grab onto happiness Liv. Even if this thing is fleeting; grab onto it"

Oliva heard Abby; but she just didn't know if she was ready to be…happy.

Later that evening…

Liv stared at her phone. She still wasn't sure she was going to pick up if he called. The things Abby had said to her has resonated with her. She had been happy with Stephen…Fitz. He had made her feel fantastic. The sex had been first class. She hadn't felt sexy in so many years.

She remembered how he looked at her every time he climaxed. He had looked…helpless as the pleasure battered him. It had made her fell powerful. I did that; I made him feel that way.

Abby was right. She had been punishing herself for allowing herself to fall for Edison and for letting him destroy her from the inside out.

The doorbell rang. She assumed it was her neighbor Joe, coming to borrow something from her pantry. That cheap motherfucker needs to get his ass to a grocery store.

She pulled the door open and there he was. Fitz.

He had changed out of his fitted suit and was dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. He looked good.

"Hi"

"HI"

"Can I come in?" he asked politely

She stepped to the side giving him room to enter her apartment. She closed the door and stood by it. They stared at each other.

"We need to talk" he said "I have a proposition for you"

Olivia looked at him, she didn't speak

"However, before I put this proposition to you, I need to know why you were willing to pay a stranger to have sex with you…?"

Olivia stared at him

"I'm assuming it's because you don't want to be in a relationship, but you want…sex. Am I right?"

She remained silent

"You need to talk to me Liv, I need to know, so I can figure how we move forward with this…thing" he gestured between the two of them.

Finally gathering her courage, she nodded.

"Okay, so here is the deal. I didn't get nearly enough of you last night, I only got a taste and I want more. I want you. I am pretty sure you want me too" Fitz had never been short on confidence.

"So, I am proposing a mutually beneficial agreement" he walked slowly towards her stopping less than an inch away from her. He brought his head down so he was at eye level with her.

"I want you to use me" Olivia's head popped back in shock.

"Use me Olivia. I want to be your personal sex slave. Every time you feel like it, you call me and I come over and give it to you anyway you want" his sexy voice travelled down her back like fingers dancing gently down her spine.

"Would you like that Liv?" he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth "You call me whenever your feeling horny and I come over and do whatever you want. You want me to hold you down and fuck you till you can't feel your legs, then I do that. You want me to climb on top and ride me, then you do that. You want me to get on my knees and lick that beautiful pussy, then I do that. Anything you want Liv, it would be all about you…. About making you come…making you feel good" he dropped another kiss on her lips that had parted in a gasp at his arousing words.

He reached out and grabbed her by her shoulders pulling her hard into him. He deepened the kiss and then pulled back to look at her flushed face.

"You can have it anyway you want it, whenever you want Liv… does that make you wet?" he reached down and pulled down the sweats she had pulled on when she got home. He pulled them halfway down her thighs and slipped his large hands into her panties. He moaned his appreciation when she parted her legs to let him in.

"Are you wet for me, Livvie?" He pushed one large finger inside her. She was wet. She was soaking and all he had done was whisper sex words in her ear. He pushed another finger in and she gasped. She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and used them as a stabilizer to open her legs even wider. He moaned again grateful for the extra room she gave him to play.

He pushed his thick long fingers in an out of her. She was still; quiet. Absorbing the feelings; sinking into the pleasure.

That changed when he pushed his fingers back into her again and opened them up into a V inside her. She moaned and started to ride his fingers in earnest now. He watched her move, transfixed by the sexy image. She cried out and reached down to grab his wrist, she pushed him deeper into her body and gasped. Sensing that she was close, Fitz brought his thumb into play.

He placed it on her clit and let it rasp against her as his fingers moved in and out of her juicy pussy. Fuuuck! She exploded. The spasms started at her pussy and spread all over her body. Synapses fired from her toes to her hair fucking follicles.

He brought down his head to kiss her, but she couldn't engage. She was too busy riding those waves. Her slick walls held onto his fingers like a vice. She needed them to stay in there for just a minute longer…Fuck that felt good.

Fitz let her work through the orgasm and when she finally calmed down, he pulled his long fingers out of her body. He looked her in the eyes as he brought his very wet fingers to his mouth and sucked the taste of her off his fingers. She watched as his eyes closed; he groaned his pleasure

"I am never going to get enough of you Liv, you taste amazing" He grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. Pushing his tongue in. She tasted herself and gasped at the raw carnality of the moment.

This was a whole new level for her. She had never had sex like this with Edison. Edison was all about vanilla sex. Fitz was not.

Fitz liked it hard, raw, rough, dirty…indelicate. She was finding out she liked it that way too.

She liked the way he gave it to her. She had too. She came like crazy every time he touched he. Touched her with his words, his hands…his beautiful mouth.

"Can I have you Livvie?" he asked as he drew back from the kiss. She looked up at his steel grey eyes, at the passion reflected there and made the only decision she could.

"Yes"