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"You lost," said Fitz tauntingly while poking Olivia in the arm.
"I did not," countered Olivia indignantly never looking away from the report she was reading,
Fitz sighed in frustration craving more of her attention.
He nonchalantly glanced around the busy campaign headquarters to see if anyone was watching him. Seeing the coast was clear, he brushed up against Olivia and leaned into her ear.
She shivered.
She was finally noticing him the way he wanted her too.
" I know you, Liv, you don't like to lose, but you lost fair and square."
His hand reached out to squeeze her side playfully and she flinched giving him what was supposed to be a stern look.
"Stop it"
Fitz smirked.
"You bet me that Cyrus would make that intern cry by Thursday night and I said Wednesday. And you and I both know that poor girl just left the room bawling."
He cleared his throat for emphasis.
"What night is it?
Olivia didn't give him an answer and glared at him over the report that she was reading.
"What was that, I didn't hear you," said Fitz fully cognizant that she hadn't replied. He was eager to hear her, Olivia Pope-who was always right, admit defeat.
Olivia turned her head as if she was looking at one of the many flat screens on the wall.
"It's Wednesday."
Fitz satisfied with her answer put his hands in his pocket and grinned to himself proudly.
"You're so lucky I have a call with the Israeli prime minister for the next two hours. But I'd say I at about 5 o'clock tonight I'm going to have an extremely pressing matter to talk about with my campaign manager," his voice dropped " in her office."
Olivia laughed
"You're such a funny man."
"Damn right I am. But I'm serious, be there or be square."
Olivia looked up from the final draft of Fitz's speech for the fundraiser on Saturday. All the words were starting to blur together and she was sure she wasn't making coherent notes anymore. Her mind wandered to what Fitz might make her do since she lost the bet.
She knew she shouldn't have bet Wednesday, but she had wanted to give Cyrus the benefit of the doubt. But now that seemed silly. He had been a bit of a monster to the interns lately.
Her office door opened swiftly and Fitz came in, slamming and locking the door as he shut it.
4:58. He was Two minutes early.
"How'd you end the conference call early? I heard that Netanyahu is quite a talker."said Olivia as she shut down her computer knowing that she wasn't going to get anymore work done anytime soon.
Fitz chuckled.
"Let's just say that I rushed it along."
"So if an all out war between Israel and Palestine starts tomorrow it's your fault?"
"Probably. But in my defense I did have a pretty girl waiting for me after I got done."
"Really?" said Olivia in mock disbelief.
"Really," he returned rounding the corner of her desk.
He motioned for her to get up from her chair. She did so and he sat down in her place. He held out his hand for her and motioned for her to sit down on his lap.
"This is not appropriate," said Olivia quietly trying to put on her emotional armor so she could resist him, "we're in public."
"We're not in public, we're in your office with the door locked," he reasoned tugging at the hem of her shirt.
"Plus you lost the bet. You have to do what I tell you."
"So this is all I have to do from losing the bet? I expected more. I'm kind of disappointed."
"No, of course not," he chucked again, "You should know better than to bet Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the III."
Olivia rolled her eyes at his childish antics, sat down, and snuggled into his lap. She felt firmness against her butt. She ground against it mischievously.
"I see you're happy to see me."
"Take off your underwear."
"What?"
"Take it off."
"I will not."
Fitz greedily reached for zipper on her pants.
"Fitz," whined Olivia breathily.
"That's what I want for winning the bet. We agreed that winner gets to make loser do whatever they want. This is what I want."
"I assumed we meant anything within reason."
"This is within reason. Hand 'em over."
"You're lucky I'm true to my word," said Olivia shaking her head. She stood to her feet and undid her pants. They pooled her ankles revealing a black pair of lace underwear.
Fitz was in shock. He didn't think she was actually going to do it. It was the most outlandish thing that had come to his mind and he had figured "why not?" This would probably be more trouble for him than her-thinking about his Livvie strutting around with no underwear on.
But instead of taking them off, she sat back down on his lap again, this time straddling him.
She kissed him hard. Her hands slid around his shoulders and embedded in his soft curls. Her tongue slipped into his mouth battling his tongue , but just as quickly as it entered, it left. Suddenly she was standing in front of him putting her pants back on.
"Livvie, that's not fair."
"Life's not fair," laughed Olivia throatily, "Now go. Get out of my office and do something presidential."
A/N: What did you think of this one? Not too out of character? I enjoyed writing it a lot! I'll definitely take some prompts if you guys suggest them. Okay now click review and give me some feedback!