Disclaimer: All rights belong to Shonda Rhimes...I'm simply borrowing the characters for my own dirty desires. I promise to clean them up and wipe them off when I'm done.

A/N - I had these as separate"one shots" but I decided to put them all together so it would be easier to find them. There will be more to follow.

Chapter Two - Speech Writing 101

"Immigration is noble, but it doesn't light a fire. If you can't see that…" Olivia gasped and lost her train of thought as Fitz spread the lips of her sex with his cock, and stroked her clit with his slick crown. She opened her legs wider for him and canted her hips to invite him to penetrate her. But he continued to hold back, "Fitz?"

"Immigration policy will get us a generation of voters," He pushed inside her in one steady stroke, "maybe two."

She dug her nails into his flank and held on with all her might. "Stop running for President and start being President."

"I'm not running," Fitz pulled back as if he were leaving her and then slammed forward once again.

She groaned with ecstasy as he filled her, stretching her tender flesh as no man had ever done before. "Youth is the future. Youth is the next generation. You get young people involved in volunteering…"

"You give them a stake in the country's future," he added as he began to rock inside of her.

"And a credit towards college tuition, and you announce it at the," she stuttered over her own words he began to pick up speed. It was taking everything out of her to stay on point, but they had to finish this speech up tonight. "State of the Union, and any member of congress that doesn't stand and applaud you loses every parent in their constituency."

"I love the way you think."

"I love the way you feel." Every time they came together this way, Olivia felt as if she were touching the gates of paradise. No other man had ever made her feel so loved, so cherished, or so aroused in her life. He had a way of touching her, of loving her that left her breathless and aching for more.

"I simply love you."

Olivia opened her mouth to echo the sentiment, but promptly closed it. Her actions, or better yet, lack of actions didn't slip past Fitz.

"I'm going to hear you say it one day."

That was a battle she wasn't ready to lose. He might own her heart, but she owned her words. "No."

"Fine," Gripping her hips tighter, he pulled her back on him. "Then say that other thing."

The force of his thrust had her crying out with pleasure. "What…thing?" she asked, even though she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Olivia," he growled. There was a fierce passion to him that she had never imagined, but she welcomed his powerful strokes, wanting nothing more than to give herself in entirety and take him just the same. "Say it."

"What?…Mr. President?"

He rocked against her, sliding in and out of her overheating sex. "Again," he ordered with force.

"Mr. President!"

"Wrap your legs around me," Fitz demanded. "It's going to be a rough ride."