A/N: So, your feedback has been completely overwhelming. I can't thank you all enough for your amazingly kind comments. I LOVE hearing your thoughts, particularly those of you who picked out a certain line that you liked. To those who had queries, I think this will answer most of them.
To be honest this chapter has taken a little while because I've been desperate to live up to the success of the first two, so I hope it doesn't disappoint. I wasn't going to cut this off where I did, but it just got too long! So this is definitely TBC.
And to the reviewer who wanted to see Liv's POV, I am considering an Epilogue...
Please enjoy!
"Fuck the cigarette," he growls. He tosses it to the floor and then he's kissing her.
Does anyone else realize, up here on the rooftop under the starlit sky, that marriage vows are being broken? That shattered hearts are being mended, right now, as the seconds tick by? That two souls are coming together, aligning all their jagged edges to find that they're a perfect fit?
It seems momentous to Fitz, as he kisses her on and on and she just melts against him; as the night fades, the music stops, the people around them disappear. It's not only the culmination of an evening of flirting, of undeniable chemistry - it feels like the defining point of his life, the point to which everything else he's ever done has led. It feels like coming home, to a place he didn't even know he was searching for. And it's just… it's everything.
This woman in his arms is everything.
Her mouth is warm, wet and soft as silk. The way she slides her tongue against his makes him burn up with lust. Every so often she bites on his bottom lip, tugging gently with her teeth, and he needs to be closer to her but he can't - it's physically impossible, at least here. He can't hold her any more tightly; can't get beneath her clothes, her skin, where he wants to be most of all. He thought that getting to talk to her, to make her laugh, to admire her in all her beauty was a privilege, but having her in his arms and finally being able to ravish her makes him feel so lucky - and so unbelievably horny.
With all the anticipation they've built up he always knew that finally kissing her would be explosive, but she's a million times more arousing than he'd ever dreamed. His entire being just aches for her. Every time she whimpers or moans - and she's amazingly vocal - his hips flex uncontrollably, pushing his rock-hard erection further into her belly. He feels her shudder from head to toe and her fingernails dig deeper into his neck, his lower back. Their tongues are at war; his nose is crushed against her cheek; his hands buried in her hair. They're trying to be in one another, already, in any way they can.
And it's not enough - not even close.
It might be two minutes, or five, or twenty five before they first break for air. Fitz trails his lips along her jaw, peppering her with kisses. He nibbles on her earlobe and there's something about the way she says his name -"Fitz," all breathy, somehow turning the hard sounds soft - which makes his chest hurt. Olivia Pope is in his arms, submitting to him with every sigh, whispering his name so sweetly and it shouldn't make him feel so content - not yet - but it does, and he doesn't care.
He draws back and claims her mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside, tasting her; devouring her. Kissing her has already become innate: he has to; he can't not. One evening together and she's hardwired into his nervous system, his reflexes, his very bones. He could do this forever; he thinks he might well, given the chance.
This time they only stop kissing when they're dizzy, crying out for oxygen. Their chests rise and fall together in synchrony, fulfilling their most basic of needs. It surprises Fitz, that he has to breathe, because for a moment he'd almost forgotten he was human. He gazes down at Olivia, waiting for her eyelids to flutter open. After a few seconds they do and her eyes are dark, stormy, molten. She wants this as much as he does, there's no question.
He touches the tip of his nose to the tip of hers. "Let's go," he says softly, and she's already speaking over him:
"Yes."
He takes her hand and practically drags her back inside, unapologetically forcing his way through the crowd. Olivia stops as they pass the bar, pulling him back to her. "I'll ask one of the staff to call us a taxi," she says, still trying to catch her breath, and he wonders how she can be thinking so coherently, let alone speaking, when his mind is on a single track back to his hotel room.
He follows her to the counter, holding onto her hand the whole time. He knows his desire for her is written all over his face and ordinarily he would be embarrassed to feel so turned on in a room full of strangers but tonight, he just doesn't give a damn. "It'll be ten minutes," she tells him, and his expression is obviously as intense as he thought because her cheeks color and a shy smile forms on her lips; a smile he just has to kiss.
Innate.
She collects her coat and carries it down the stairs, draped over her arm. Fitz walks behind her, loosening his bow tie, undoing the top button of his shirt. He stares at her bare skin as she descends, imagining all the places he's going to put his mouth and the way her back will arch so invitingly when he does. He doesn't know how he's going to survive seeing her completely naked when even a small piece of her silky brown skin has him so excited.
It's a busy Saturday night in Soho, the streets bustling, a cacophony of bass music and excited chatter filling the cool air. Fitz takes Olivia's coat and holds it out for her to put on. Then he turns her in his arms and begins to fasten the buttons but she stops him, holding both his hands. As their eyes meet again there's something new in hers, something that makes his heart pound: hesitation.
She can't do this now. She can't.
"You're married," she says quietly and it's not an accusation; there's no emotion in her clear voice. It's simply a statement of fact, and he realizes she's giving him an out, even now. Unfortunately, he couldn't take it even if he wanted to. He's completely under her spell. He's too in lust to ever go back to life before Olivia Pope.
"I'm separated," he says, his voice equally steady. "You heard what I said before: I don't love her any more. I am going to divorce her. My marriage is nothing to do with this." He gestures between them. "Are you… okay with that?"
She bites her lip and he wants to kiss her again - hard.
"Are you?" she finally asks, and there's a battle going on behind her beautiful eyes, one he desperately hopes will end in his favor. He steps even closer, sliding his palms down her body and around her hips to the small of her back where he pulls her against him. She gasps, her head tilting back.
"I don't think I have a choice, around you," he admits, his voice taking on that hoarseness which seems to be a direct result of her proximity.
He waits, then: for the war to end; for her to make the first move, this time. He understands her dilemma: she's a good person, about to do a bad thing to a woman she's never even met. But this is an extraordinary situation, and he meant what he said - there's no choice here. They didn't choose one another; didn't choose to fall so hard, so fast. They're just meant to be, and he knows Olivia feels the pull just as strongly as he does.
Her dark eyes are rapidly scanning his face, searching for something, and he doesn't know what it is exactly but she seems to have found it when she finally says: "I don't, either."
Her gaze travels down to his lips, her tongue peeking out to lick her own. Then, ever so slowly, she rises to press her mouth to his. It's tender, at first; soft and sweet, like her. Fitz automatically grips her tighter, still allowing her to have control, but as time passes it becomes more and more difficult not to kiss her harder, deeper, more desperately. Their passion is simmering just below the surface but he can feel it straining to break free, to burst open the dam, especially when he squeezes her ass and she arches so helplessly into him. With a groan which disappears into her mouth, he slides his left hand back up her body, hidden beneath her coat. Caressing her breast for the first time, he feels that her nipple is already hard beneath his thumb. His touch seems to set her alight and she moans again, louder than before.
"I'm so wet for you Fitz," she breathes, kissing his cheek, his chin, the corners of his lips. "You're so sexy. I've never been this wet before."
"Fuck, Livvie."
He raises his hand to hold her jaw, gently keeping her back so he can look at her as he speaks. "I can't wait much longer to get you naked," he says quietly, truthfully; reveling in the desire painted all across her gorgeous face. "I'm going to taste you, to find out just how wet you are. I'm going to eat you out until you come for me over and over, pretty girl."
The noise she makes now is something he's never heard before - half whimper, half gasp. Whether it was his words or simply the whole situation, she looks stunned: he's stunned her. He wonders if men her own age have ever said things like that to her, or if he's the first. He hopes he is.
He hopes he'll be the last, too.
They're interrupted by a shout from behind them: "Taxi for Olivia!"
"That's us."
Fitz has to tug on her hand to get her to move and it makes him smirk. "What's the matter?" he teases as she shakes her head slightly, coming back to reality. "You wanted to know what I was gonna do to you. Can't you handle it?"
He opens the car door for her but instead of climbing inside she suddenly reaches up and kisses him, grabbing his face with both hands, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. It only last seconds; she finishes by pulling his bottom lip between her teeth, and it's the hottest kiss he's ever had. It leaves him gasping for air… for her.
"I can handle whatever you have, Fitzy," she says, trailing her fingers briefly down his body and across his straining erection. Her touch makes his blood boil and her grin is so sexy, so confident once again, that he growls as he moves her hand out of the way.
"Get in the damn car," he commands, and the authoritative tone of his voice surprises even him. He's never bossed his wife around like this before - he's not a bossy person. But then, in twelve years Mellie has never made him anywhere near as sexually frustrated as he is right now. He never craved her like this, not even in the beginning. He's never craved anything or anyone like this. How has he lived for forty years and not been alive until now?
"Where to?" The taxi driver asks, and Fitz looks at Olivia as he slides into the backseat beside her.
"Where are you staying?" they say at the same time.
"The De Vere," she tells him, laughing, and he feels his eyebrows rise.
"Me too."
As they set off she snuggles up beside him, sliding her small hand into his. "This is too weird," she murmurs, and Fitz smiles.
"I know. Are you stalking me? Did you arrange for us to sit together at dinner because you thought I was hot? I know you're in there with all the big shots - you could have easily influenced the table plan."
She shrugs slightly, humor dancing in her eyes. Then he feels her lips on his neck, followed by the tip of her tongue as she kisses her way up to his ear. "And what if I did? I'd hope you wouldn't be complaining."
Fitz turns to capture her mouth again. "Never."
Heat rises between them once more; wild, insatiable. Hands roam now as they kiss and he lets Liv press her palm against the front of his pants, slowly massaging him as his hips rise up towards her; seeking more, demanding more. He can only stand it for a minute though, because it's too fucking good and he's going to come if she carries on.
He lifts both her arms around his neck, kissing her extra hard for reassurance, and returns to his exploration of her breasts which are so firm in his hands, her nipples so sensitive; a perfect fit. She's almost sat on top of him now. Her fingers slide into his hair, her nails grazing over his scalp, and it raises goose bumps all over his body.
"Fitz, we need… condoms," she says breathlessly between kisses, as she grinds her pelvis against his.
It takes a little while for her words to penetrate the haze of arousal filling his brain. With a groan, he manages to tear his mouth away and then gently move her off of him. They look at one another in the low light of passing street lamps, both disheveled and panting. Fitz's heart is racing, a hundred miles an hour.
"You look so hot right now," he admits, and she does.
"You look like a hot mess."
"I feel like one."
She laughs, closing her eyes, letting her head fall back against the seat. Fitz wants to dip his tongue into the hollow above her collar bone; to feel her tremble with longing.
He leans forward and slides open the glass panel which separates them from the driver. "Can we stop at an overnight store? Thanks."
As he closes the partition and sits back, Olivia begins to move toward him again but he holds out his hand. "No, you stay over there. I need to be able to walk."
She pouts, and she's fucking adorable.
"What did I tell you about pouting?"
"Nothing. You just told me not to."
He wants to be annoyed with her for being so pedantic but in reality, he's charmed. She's quick-witted, funny, silly. Maybe it's because she's so young or maybe it's just her, but he loves it. She could antagonize him all day long and he'd still want to rip off her clothes at the end of it.
They stop a minute later and Fitz quickly exits the car, needing air and space to quiet his raging hormones. He buys two packs of condoms, some cigarettes and a lighter. Back outside, he opens the passenger door and leans in to speak to the driver. "You okay to wait while I have a smoke?"
"Course. Meter's running, makes no difference to me."
"Thanks."
Olivia opens the back door as he's taking his first inhale, letting the smoke, the heat, the chemicals fill his senses; instantly soothing him. He understands why this is addictive, and is glad he can limit himself to occasions involving alcohol… and, now, Olivia Pope.
"No," he tells her (again). He points towards the taxi as she comes forwards. "You get back in the car."
So bossy.
She grins as she defies him, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist. She is irritatingly cute and Fitz sighs, running a hand through his hair. "This was supposed to calm me down, to get some blood back to my brain."
Olivia says nothing, just wiggles her hips against his and pouts again. He rolls his eyes but puts the cigarette between her lips, letting her breathe in. She turns her face to the side to exhale, and as soon as she looks back he's kissing her again - fiercely. She's so fucking sexy, he can't do anything else.
They barely smoke half the cigarette between scorching kisses. Eventually Fitz gives up altogether and bundles her back into the car, settling her sideways across his lap. He trails his mouth to the soft skin of her neck, finally discovering the way it makes her whole body shiver. His left hand drifts up her thigh, steadily disappearing beneath her dress as she buries her fingernails in his bicep and whimpers softly next to his ear. When he reaches her lacy panties and they're soaking wet, a fresh wave of desire courses through him, making him groan and twitch his hips.
"Fuck."
"I told you," she whispers.
He wants to kiss her again but doesn't, because that would be the end of decency.
Fitz barely remembers arriving at their hotel, paying the driver, crossing the lobby. They're so close to their final destination that the rest of the world has started to fade away. Money, manners, appearances - they're all inconsequential now. The only thing that matters is getting Olivia alone, and getting her naked.
"My place or yours?" she asks playfully as they wait for the elevator, smiling up at him with her arms linked around his waist once more.
"I really don't care, as long as it has a bed. And a floor," he adds as an afterthought. "And some walls, and a shower."
Olivia's dark eyes become even more so. He feels her hand slip down to squeeze his butt. "We're not going to get much sleep tonight, are we?"
He smirks as he tenderly brushes her hair back from her face. "Not if I can help it."
They are joined by another couple when they enter the elevator.
"Which floor?" The man asks, and Fitz glances to Olivia.
"The Presidential suite, please," she says with a smile. He raises his eyebrows and that smile becomes a grin. "What?"
"Someone's important. And extravagant."
"Of course," she replies lightly, her voice quiet so as not to disturb their companions. "Actually, Time magazine paid for the room because I'm doing an interview with them here on Monday afternoon." She reaches up and runs her fingertip along the curve of his jaw before asking sweetly: "Don't you think I'm worth it?"
Fitz grabs her hips and turns her, pulling her back against him. Her ass fits perfectly into the cradle of his pelvis and he holds her there, tightly, so she can feel every inch of him. "Of course you are." His voice is barely audible but with his lips on her ear, she hears every word. "You're worth the fucking moon, Livvie."
He nuzzles the side of her neck, his hands splayed on her abdomen. She's trembling, whether because of his breath on her sensitized skin or his unrelenting erection against her lower back or his restless little finger which is drawing circles just millimeters from her clit - or, most likely, a combination of all three.
It feels like far too long until the other couple alights at their floor, and Fitz is finally alone with her for the very first time. The elevator doors close but it doesn't move, and glancing at the display he sees why.
"Do you have your room card, Madam President?"
"What? Oh, yeah." She opens her purse and it seems to take her a long time to find what she's looking for - no doubt the fact her hands are visibly shaking isn't helping. Eventually she retrieves it and Fitz keeps hold of her, walking them both forward towards the display so she can swipe her card and enter her four digit code.
His behavior makes her giggle and once again he can't believe he's lived for so long without the sound of her laughter. As the elevator begins to ascend, Olivia wriggles in his embrace and he allows her to turn around to face him. She lifts her arms to his shoulders and presses herself up against him at the same time he pins her to the wall. There's not an iota of space between them and Fitz can feel her heat, her warmth; every yielding curve of her perfect body.
She smiles at him and he feels breathless. "You are so beautiful," he says, astounded by the truth of his words.
"So are you," she replies cutely. He can't help but smile back at her.
"So," she continues, "we're all alone, at last…"
"Mmhmm."
He leans down, closing the distance between them. His eyes fall shut and he lets his lips dance above hers, barely touching. Her breathing is becoming heavier by the second; he can feel her heart pounding against his chest. She whimpers, her fingers twisting into his curls as they share the same air, the same space in the fabric of the universe. If anyone was looking from far away they'd seen one person here, not two.
The anticipation finally becomes too much and this time when they kiss, they don't stop. He kisses her out of the elevator, his tongue buried deep in her mouth; she devours him as she pushes off his jacket, pulls apart his shirt. She shrugs off her coat before he lifts her into his arms; she wraps her legs around him, her skirt rising all the way to her waist. Fitz carries her to the nearest wall, pressing her into it so he can free his hands to glide up her body, to knead her breasts, making her moan even more throatily. Their hips have already begun a slow dance, all rhythm and grind, and the orgasm he's been holding back all night is threatening to overwhelm him. She's just exquisite, in every possible way.
"Where's the bedroom?" he asks gruffly, not waiting for a reply before ravishing her again. The way she pulls his hair is so erotic he wants to crawl out of his skin.
"That… way," she manages to utter, which is no help at all.
He lowers her feet to the floor, trailing his lips to her throat, her breasts, her flat stomach. When he kneels down and lifts her dress to place an open-mouthed kiss right on her center, her back arches so violently she moves off the wall as she cries out his name.
"Fitz!"
"This needs to come off," he commands impatiently, tugging on her dress as he kisses her clit again, gently sucking her into his mouth. Her panties are white lace and soaking wet, her thin strip of dark hair visible beneath, and he wants them gone more than he's ever wanted anything. He rises, desperate to eat her but also eager to tease. She's going to be heavenly when she comes - and he's planning on many encores - but he needs her first to be incredible, to be everything she deserves and more. He wants her begging, writhing; crazy with lust for him.
Olivia turns so he can unzip her and faces him again as her dress falls to the carpet. He's never seen anything so beautiful: the swell of her breasts, her dark chocolate nipples hard beneath matching white lace; her tiny waist and the cute dip of her navel; hip bones which disappear invitingly beneath the waistband of her panties; her shapely legs, lengthened by her silver heels. And above all, miles and miles of luminous brown skin. He wants to touch every inch of her all at once but that will have to wait for later, because now isn't the time for exploring beyond all the ways she's going to scream when he makes her fall apart.
"Bedroom," he says again, and this time it's not a question.
When their eyes meet hers are now black with desire. "This way."
She takes his hand and leads him further into the suite, switching on lamps as she goes. Halfway across the living area she stops to take off her shoes and Fitz chuckles as she struggles to keep her balance on one foot at a time, even using his arm for support.
"Shut up!"
"Make me."
He doesn't wait for her to respond, instead pulling her into his arms and kissing her again. He unclips her bra; she pushes his shirt over his shoulders and he tugs it the rest of the way off before grabbing her ass and hauling her against him once more. The feeling of her bare skin against his is better than he ever dreamed.
It's only seconds later that she's drawing back, trying not to moan as he sucks on her neck. "Come on Fitzy," she says breathlessly, "Get me to the fucking bedroom already."
She just has time to toss her bra to the floor before he's lifting her again, one arm beneath her shoulders and the other under her knees. She squeals, gripping onto him.
"Which way?"
She points to their left and he carries her through, using the light from behind them to finally lower her onto the enormous bed. He switches on the bedside lamp and then kneels in front of her on the mattress, still wearing his pants and shoes. Olivia is gazing up at him, almost completely bare and spectacularly gorgeous. Her hands come to rest on his hips and his whole body quakes.
"Hi," she murmurs, a small smile curving her lips which makes his heart hurt.
"Hi."
His voice is rough, full of an emotion he can't name. All he knows is that this woman in front of him is more than everything he's ever desired, and he can't believe she's his.
They reach for one another at the same time, their kiss full of heat, of fire. Fitz lowers her onto her back, covering her body with his. He wastes no time now in moving his mouth to her breasts, licking her nipples as she writhes around, unintelligible sounds falling nonstop from her lips. Her every muscle is taught as he winds her up like a spring, pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion. His fingers delve into her panties, sliding against her, feeling how slick and hot she is. The knowledge that this is all for him makes him lightheaded with longing.
"Fitz, I'm going to come," she gasps as he's pulling her left nipple between his teeth.
"Wait. Not yet." His mouth moves against her rib cage, her abdomen; he can't be parted from her. "I want to taste you."
He pushes her further onto the mattress until his face is between her thighs. Her panties fly over his shoulder and then she's totally exposed before him, every inch of her skin flushed with pleasure, glistening; just waiting for him to consume. He can't help but let out a groan when his mouth finally connects with her so intimately. He sucks on her clit, circling it just twice, three times with his tongue before her back arches off the bed and she shudders as she begins to cry out.
"Ahh, Fitz! Oh my god… I'm… coming…! Fuck…"
There have been many times throughout the evening when Fitz thought he'd reached the peak of his arousal, but he's just surpassed it yet again. He licks down and thrusts his tongue inside her, tasting her, savoring her as her orgasm makes her whole body vibrate. Her thighs are gripping his head; just as they begin to relax, he returns to her clit and she tenses all over again, swearing and panting and whimpering his name as he draws every last drop of ecstasy from her.
He could gladly stay there between her legs, exploring her, making her come over and over but she reaches for him, pulling impatiently on his shoulders. Her eyes are hooded, wanton, hazy with lust. Fitz quickly moves up her body and she kisses him as soon as he's within reach, tasting his mouth. Mellie always used to make him brush his teeth before she'd let him kiss her, and the fact that Olivia welcomes her own taste is so erotic.
"I need you inside me," she breathes against his lips, reaching for the waistband of his pants. "You're so hot… That was so hot… so good."
Her small hands opening his fly, slipping into his boxers is too much for him to handle. He stands, tugging off his shoes, discarding the rest of his clothes in a matter of seconds. He grabs the condoms from the pocket of his pants and throws them onto the mattress as he crawls over her again, covering her mouth with his own once more. Being completely skin to skin for the first time is just as arousing as he knew it would be, so much so that he's barely able to breathe, lost in too many sensations, blood rushing in his ears.
When Olivia takes him in her palm and strokes him, that's the final straw. With a growl and several profanities he kneels up, ripping open the first condom packet and rolling one on. He senses her gaze on him; can feel its heat as she devours him with her eyes.
"If I don't last long," he says hoarsely as he positions himself between her thighs, "I will make it up to you, I promise."
"It's okay." She smiles as she lifts her legs around his hips, urging him closer. "I don't doubt that you will."
She kisses him, her body rising towards him, and as he finally enters her they both cry out helplessly. Even with the condom she feels like heaven, so tight, so wet. Their eyes meet briefly and she's the most open she's ever been; the most vulnerable.
"Beautiful," he tells her again, brushing her hair away from her face.
Her hips tilt, impatient, and Fitz's thrust back reflexively. He feels her relax fully, taking more of him in, and her eyes fall closed as she lets out the most delectable moan. That's it: the beginning of the end. He kisses her as he begins to pound into her, matching every swirl of her tongue, swallowing every divine noise she makes. His orgasm is dangerously close already and he's not embarrassed: she knows full well how much he's wanted her from the moment she sat beside him at dinner.
"Holy fuck," he murmurs against her lips when her nails dig into his back. "Sweet, sweet baby…"
He's barely aware of what he's saying; there's nothing in his mind except her, and how blissful she feels. He trails his mouth briefly down her neck, her chest; sucks on her nipple and makes her convulse. Her body is tense again, he can tell.
"Can you… come like this?"
She's meeting his thrusts, her legs gripping him so tightly that her pelvis is angled just right: he's hitting her G spot with every movement "Not always," she pants, "but I'm so… so close right now."
Fitz knows he only has seconds left before he explodes. He tugs on her arm, maneuvering her hand to his mouth so he can suck on two of her fingers. Then he drags it between their bodies, instructing her without words to touch herself. His mouth returns to her nipples, pulling each one between his teeth in turn, and as she moans his name he begins to let go. He just can't hold on any longer: he's so deep inside her and she's so fucking incredible, especially as she starts to come again.
"Oh my god!"
He loses himself, capturing her mouth, her sounds; burying his own sounds between her lips. His orgasm is phenomenal, the strongest and the most satisfying he can ever remember, and it seems to last forever. All he can hear is his heartbeat and Olivia's ragged breathing as he holds her trembling body as close as possible, until the world becomes quiet once more and every muscle in their bodies finally relaxes.
"Wow," she breathes, and he lifts his head from her shoulder to gaze at her lovely face. Her smile is so wide, so content. Fitz thinks he's never been happy before, until this very moment.
"Wow," he echoes, pressing his curved lips to hers.
He rolls off of her onto his back, pulling out. She cuddles up to him, her fingertips tracing patterns on his ribs. They're still out of breath, chests rising and falling together.
"That was amazing," she murmurs. "I've never come so hard in my life."
"Me neither."
He feels her lips pressing sweet little kisses to his skin as her fingers roam down to his abs. "You're so hot, Fitz. Your body is incredible."
Her compliments warm him, deep inside. "Not bad for forty, huh?"
Olivia sits up slowly, crossing her legs. She's completely unashamed to be so exposed and it's incredibly sexy. He has trouble tearing his gaze away from the haven at the apex of her thighs. "You're forty?"
"Yep."
"Wow. You don't look it."
"Thank you." He runs his hand up and down her thigh, finally able to appreciate just how soft her skin is. "How old are you?"
"Twenty six. Almost twenty seven."
"That's quite an age gap." He already knows this, of course, but he's interested to hear her thoughts.
She merely shrugs, her eyes sparkling. "So?"
Right answer.
"So nothing." Fitz smiles at her before leaning forward to place a kiss on her knee. Then he sits up and climbs off the bed, headed for the bathroom.
"To your right," Olivia instructs.
"Thanks boss."
He cleans himself up, still overwhelmed by everything that's happened today. Just this morning he was wondering if he'd done the right thing leaving his wife, walking away from his marriage. He made a commitment and he wanted to be honorable, to keep his promises to her. But now, barely twelve hours later, he's just had sex with another woman. Amazing, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex with the most beautiful woman he's ever met, but still… He's cheated. He is a cheater.
And he can't bring himself to feel anything other than recklessly, joyfully happy. It's a feeling he'd almost forgotten, and it is so sweet as it sings through his veins. Olivia Pope is the love of his life, he's already sure of that… and being with her is just not something he can be sorry about.
When he returns to the bedroom a few minutes later she's reclining back against the pillows, still gloriously naked. "What were you doing at my age?" she asks as he lies beside her, turning onto her side to face him.
"Um… I was still doing my PhD at Columbia. My penultimate year." He runs his finger down her arm, over her rib cage, the curves of her waist and hip; mesmerized by the shivers created in his wake. "What do you want to be doing when you're forty?"
She takes his hand and links their fingers together. "I want… to have seen change happen. I want my projects to be successful."
Wow. What an answer.
"What do you want to do in the next fourteen years?" she asks, shuffling closer; magnetized towards him.
Fitz thinks for a moment. That morning he would have had a completely different answer. But now, since she's come into his life, his entire perspective has changed. Now, he's finally ready to be honest with himself.
"I want to run for President," he admits, his voice quiet but steady. It's the first time he's ever said that out loud; the first time he's acknowledged that his father's plan for him has actually become something he wants for himself, too.
Olivia is frowning. "President of… your company? I thought you already owned it?"
"No. President of the United States."
Her expression clears, and she holds his gaze for the longest moment before she says softly: "I think you'd make a great President, Fitz."
A lump forms in his throat: her total faith in him is too much to take in right now. "I've never told anyone that before," he murmurs, and for some reason she giggles.
"Well then, it's our naughty little secret, isn't it?"
She moves even closer, pressing herself against him. His body reacts instantly.
"Am I staying in your suite, Mr President?" she asks coyly, nuzzling her nose against his.
"Oh, I like that." He wants her again - badly. Her eyes have darkened considerably, and he suspects his have too by the way her breath catches.
"Say it again," he whispers, his words caressing her lips. He doesn't kiss her - not yet. She's going to have to wait for that, this time.
"Mr President…"
He rolls her onto her back and then slowly and deliberately begins his exploration of her flawless form: licking, biting, tasting. He will devour every inch of her… starting right now.
