Courtesy of my peeps on Twitter, here you have a random one shot that took over my brain for 3 hours while I was trying to watch Lion King 2. Enjoy my first scandal fic (not new to the fandom I assure you.)
"Well…that depends on how much hope there is," was the last thing Olivia heard before the line went dead. After a moment of processing what just happened, she flopped back onto her bed and groaned loudly to the empty space.
The way Fitz spoke to her in that deep, velvety voice; the things he had planned to do to her — oh, they were so vivid. She could feel the soft skin of his face rubbing the inside of her thighs. She could feel his breath caressing the outer flesh of her pussy. Olivia squeezed her legs at the thought, trying to relieve some of the building pressure. She didn't have to check to see if she had ruined her underwear as the evidence was more than noticeable.
Her eyes darted around her bedroom and she took a deep breath before ridding herself of every single article of clothing that touched her skin. She was getting hot as Fitz's words played in her head over and over again like a broken record. She already decided that going to the White House for a booty call was completely out of the question so clearly taking matters into her own hands, literally, was the only option presently.
Waiting for the water to get hot enough, Olivia promptly filled the bathtub and sank into the heated oasis with a contented groan. With her hair tied up in a high ponytail, she leaned back and let the water come up to her chest.
She closed her eyes, imagining exactly what her man planned to do to her had she made the journey. Her stomach flipped in excitement.
As one hand crept inside her thighs, she bit her lip when her fingers came in contact with her throbbing clit. "Fuck," she moaned, rubbing and pinching and rolling it between her fingers.
Olivia lifted one leg out of the water, setting it on the edge of the tub. She dipped two fingers in herself and rolled her hips at the intrusion, grinding against the heel of her palm.
She felt the bath water move with her like waves on a beach. Her back arched while she pumped those fingers inside of herself. Moans grew louder as her body trembled. It wasn't enough. She needed more.
With her other hand, she squeezed her breast, taking her nipple in her fingers and pinching it, mimicking what she did with her clit. She could hear Fitz's instructions in her head so clearly. He had been between her legs so many times that it was easy for her to picture. Her stomach clenched and she felt the beginning of an orgasm creeping up.
Everything felt like it moving so fast at that point.
Her chest heaved while she frantically rubbed her bundle of nerves. "Fitz…Fitz…Fitz," she panted desperately and her body coiled with tension and she could feel the rope about to snap.
The threads were slowly coming undone while she worked her way to ecstasy. The heat of the water — the humidity in the air — one more pinch of her tit — another bump to her hard clit and she felt herself falling. Falling hard as fuck.
The loudest knock on her front door startled her so bad she jumped causing a good portion of her bath water to run onto the bathroom floor. She cursed, not knowing who it was or what they wanted. If it was Jake all she knew was she was going to slam the door in his face for interrupting her.
Her breaths came in hurried short pants and with wide eyes, she attempted to get out of the bath mid-orgasm. Her legs trembled getting up.
Water dripped on her floor as she tied her white robe around her waist and she rose on her toes to look throw the hole in her door. She gasped seeing who was on the other side. Anger suddenly disappearing. She opened the door in a trance to see the President of the United States. Her lips were parted and she had to force herself not to moan at the sight of him, still coming down from her shattering orgasm.
Fitz gave her a once over with his blue eyes. He knew Olivia. She was his. He knew what she looked like after sex. The pupil-blown eyes and quivering legs and plump bitten lips… It was obvious. A smirk curled at his mouth and heat flashed in his eyes.
"Did you start without me?"
He entered her apartment without breaking their eye contact and shut the door behind him. His agents knew what to do. This was not a new adventure for them.
He saw her swallow and clutch her robe tighter to her body as he stepped closer to her. He towered over her as he always did. Her lack of heels made their height difference more abundant than ever. She craned her head back to hold his gaze. Those big brown eyes of hers were always going to be his weakness. They caused damage that the world would never be privy to and for that he was grateful.
"I asked you a question, Livvie," Fitz purred. He toyed with the robe's belt. He preened inwardly when he heard her breath shudder.
"Yes," Olivia gasped when the robe opened and the air of her apartment swept over her bare damp body. Her nipples pebbled instantly.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to his body. Her hands and breasts were flush against his chest. His hands gripped the top of her ass. She was firmly aware of the erection that was digging into her stomach. She nibbled on her lips, anticipation coating her entire being.
Fitz dipped his head down, brushing his nose against hers, staring at her chewed lips. "Do you want me?"
One of his hands curled behind her left leg, lifting it, opening her wide. She instinctively wrapped that leg around his while leaning into him. His fingers trailed the inside of her wet thigh and caressed her quivering petals. She mewled loudly when two strong, thick fingers bypassed her nub and went straight inside her.
Fitz watched her eyes lock onto his lips. He couldn't help wetting them for her viewing pleasure, aside from the fact that his mouth ran dry at how soaked she was already. His fingers moved with ease as he brought her to the edge. His thumb pressed on her clit in tandem and her body shook with pleasure.
It was not lost on either of them that they hadn't moved from the area by the front door.
"Answer me…" He ceased his finger movements.
Olivia keened pathetically as she felt another orgasm on the horizon only to be denied. She needed him. She would always need him.
"Yes, I want you, Fitz! Please…" She cried. With the agility of a much younger man, he scooped up her petite body, her legs wrapped around his torso and his hands cradling her bottom.
Their mouths clashed in a show of unrefined passion. He forced his tongue in her mouth and she returned the gesture in kind. A deep moan rumbled through his chest as he sucked and licked on her tongue. This was just what he needed. His legs lead him to her bedroom where he deposited her on her bed with a lack of grace that neither of them seemed to care about.
She propped herself on her elbows, robe gaping and her body on display for him. Her hair was slowly coming out of her ponytail but she made no move to fix it. As he shed his long coat, his hungry eyes trailed the length of her body. From her perfectly tipped tits, to her taut stomach, the swell of her hips and thighs… it was enough to get him harder than steel.
Her lidded eyes were glazed over as she waited for either instruction or for him to pounce on her. She slipped the entire robe off, throwing it somewhere as it no longer served its purpose.
She whimpered when he began to unbutton his shirt. Damn, she always found him doing that so sexy. The air between the two of them was explosive. Her pussy throbbed terribly.
Once he was down to his slacks that encased his strong things, Olivia was leaking on her bed. She felt herself making a puddle underneath herself while she waited for him. He said nothing but stared at her with those expressive eyes of his.
His cock was begging to be released from his boxers and she couldn't save the gasp that escaped her when it did. Fitz smirked at her reaction; as if they hadn't been intimate a hundred times over. She must have missed him. Fuck Jake Ballard. He could never give her what Fitz did and he was determined to fuck that man out of her consciousness.
"Did you miss me, Livvie?" He knelt down in front of her. He grasped her legs, spread her open, and inhaled the scent of her arousal. He set her thighs on his shoulders. "Hmm? Do you want me to show you how much I missed you?"
Her chest heaved. His touch sent electricity through every nerve in her body. She did miss this.
His nose bumped her clit and she threw her head back, moaning. His lips were right there — it would be nothing for him to engulf her entire pussy in his mouth. He could practically taste her ambrosia already.
"Please…I missed you," she whined.
"I know."
Her body arched off the bed completely when he took her weeping pussy in his mouth. When he flicked his tongue against her clit her eyes squeezed shut. She grasped his head and it took everything in her not to clamp her legs shut.
Fitz lapped languidly at her pussy, teasing her folds and tongue swirling over her hooded clit. Her whimpers grew as her dipped his tongue in and out of her heated center. She ground her hips wildly into his mouth, coating his chin with her juices.
Olivia howled when she came fully for the first time in the night. He let her come down from her high and kissed a path up her body. Individually sucking both of her breasts in his mouth, lavishing them with attention, and leaving them damp with his spit. When he reached her head, he stopped and looked her in the eyes. She was clearly out of it but she still grinned at him and curled her legs around his waist.
"Hi." She smiled lazily and played with his curls.
"…Hi," huskily he greeted before capturing her plump lips in a bruising kiss. Fitz thrust his tongue in her mouth, forcing her to taste herself like he said he would. She pulled him deeper into her mouth as she moaned at the taste of her own pussy. She couldn't get enough of it.
He moved the barest hint as he grabbed his dick and fucked into her with one deep stroke.
"Fuck, Liv. Goddamn, you feel so good."
She let out a high-pitched cry while he fucked her hard, grinding against her clit. Her babbling and whining were nearly drowned out by the sound of her sopping cunt. He kissed and licked at her neck while he rhythmically rocked into her.
Her broiling pussy contracted on his dick and it sent his head spinning. He wanted — needed — to feel her come. All of her begging and moaning only spurred him further. He felt his release rapidly building to a place so close he felt he could touch it.
"Fitz. Please. I need you," she cried out. Her fingernails dug into his back while her heels created indents in his ass. "I…I…I'm—" she whimpered. Another orgasm washed over her before she knew it.
He felt a gush of her arousal drown his cock, seeping out of her and that was all it took to send him over a cliff. He bit her neck and the rhythm was lost as he painted the inside of her cunt with his come.
"Livvie," he groaned, feeling his balls draining completely. A dazed look overcame his features as he gazed at her in sweaty orgasmic bliss. His arms trembled while he held himself up but he would rather throw himself out a window before breaking their contact.
"You left," he whispered, eyes filling against his will.
"Yes," she nodded, swallowing.
"Don't do it again," he sniffed.
"Okay," her eyes were glossy. She pulled him into her arms, with his softening length still deep inside her. Tom's words about Fitz's attempted suicide were still in her mind and eventually, she would talk about it with him but not now. He was in her arms right now and that's all that mattered.