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 Three - In For A Penny, In For A Pound

Her heavy sigh filled the line before her voice did. "Twenty three people."

"What?"

"When you stay late in the Oval, there are twenty three members of your staff that have to stay late, too."

Her comment made him smile, leave it to Olivia to think of everyone else first. Leaning back, Fitz made himself comfortable. He'd been waiting all day to make this phone call. "Livie…"

"They can't go home until you do."

His definition and her definition of where his 'home' was, surely differed. As far as he was concerned his home was where she was. "Olivia."

"Richard, Jo, Marybeth," she continued as if he hadn't spoken. "Ted, Hank, that guy with the briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, Jose the chef, Kayla, Susan –"

"Susan," Fitz cut in, tired of the roll call. "Went to the State Department and the briefcase guy is Rashid."

"I'm saying that twenty three hardworking Americans are staying late at night so you can call me," she huffed, clearly not impressed.

"No they're not. I sent them all home."

"What? Why would you do that? That's not safe. You can't—"

"I'm not in the oval." He interrupted, before she could have a coronary. "I'm in the residence. Safe and sound."

There was a pause before her voice came back on the line, cooler than before. "Don't you think it's a bit risky, Mr. President to call me when your wife is just in the other room."

"Mellie," he stressed her name avoiding her title on purpose. They might legally still be married but he stopped thinking about her as wife a long time ago. "Is inPennsylvania. She's giving a speech tomorrow at The Children's Hospital of Philadelphia about immunization."

"That still doesn't mean you should call me." Olivia's tone was less hostile but not necessarily more welcoming. He was going to have to fix that.

"Should, probably not." Six months without speaking to her had taking a toll on him. His life just wasn't the same without her in it. "Need to, most definitely."

The silence grew before she replied softly, "Fitz, you can't call me. We can't do this."

"I know," If anyone did it was him. "But here I am calling and there you are, answering."

"I should just hang up." As far as threats went, it wasn't very scary, especially since he could still here her breathing on the line.

"Doing what we should do has never been our strong suit."

"Tell me about it." There was laughter in her voice.

"We were always so much better at doing what we shouldn't do."

"This is wrong."

"What?" He asked casually, even though he was feeling anything but. "Two friends talking? It would only be wrong if I asked you what you were wearing."

Olivia inhaled sharply. "Fitz."

"Yes."

"We can't…"

"I didn't ask, did I?"

"No," she replied tentatively.

"Okay then." He paused for a second. Fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound. "Olivia."

"Yes."

"What are you wearing?" His voice had lowered but from the way she caught her breathe, he knew she'd heard him.

"I thought…I thought we were being friends."

"This is friendly."

"Maybe a little to friendly."

"No such thing with us."

"There isn't an us."

"There most definitely is an us."

"Fitz," she whispered.

"Do you want me to go first?" His voice began to thicken as he ran his hand down his bare chest. "Do you want to know what I'm wearing…or not wearing in this case?"

"Not….wearing."

Tucking the phone against his shoulder, Fitz pressed his feet flat against the bed and raised his hips, pushing his boxers down and off his body. "Mmm hmm."

"No. This is not going to happen." Despite her denial, her voice was as heated as his body

"Fine," he said as he settled back against the pillows and took his erect shaft in his hand. "Then I won't tell you that the only thing I'm wearing is a smile, because I'm thinking of you. Nor will I mention how hard I am, how hard I always am, when I'm talking to you. And I definitely won't breathe a word about what I would do to you, if you were here, with me. Now."

"Good. Don't…don't tell me any of that."

"I won't and I won't say that I'm stroking my cock as I think about you and the way you taste." He closed his eyes, as he concentrated on the sound of her voice and the feel of his hand. "And the way that you feel when I'm inside you."

"I hate you." The hitch in her voice caught Fitz's attention more than her blatant lie. She was with him and he wasn't the only one touching themselves.

"I know sweet baby. I know. Just like I know what you sound like when you're aroused and how you voice gets shaky when you're getting close."

"I'm going to kill you," she moaned.

"Quite possibly, but first you're going to come. Aren't you?"

This time there was no hesitation. "Yes."