A/N: Hey guys! I know I've got to update my other stories; I'll get to those this weekend! But in the meantime, here's the next chapter! Remember to keep up your reviewing and PLEASE let me know your suggestions on what you want to read next! Also, let me know whether you think the baby should be a boy or a girl, and PLEASE share some name ideas! Thanks!:) Muah! ;-*
"Lauren, is the President busy?" Mellie asked as she walked up to Fitz's secretary, placing her hands on the young woman's desk. Lauren was intimidated by Mellie, as she was by a lot of the people that came near the Oval Office, but she was especially intimidated by the First Lady.
Lauren looked at her computer, and then down at the large desk calendar sitting in front of her, and she slowly shook her head. "No ma'am, he's not." She responded simply, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she remembered how less than a few years ago, Mellie was significantly more intimidating. Luckily, since her and Fitz had repaired their marriage, she had become just slightly less scary to the poor woman.
Mellie nodded, softly tapping her fingers on the wooden desk. "Mm. And when is his next meeting?" She questioned, and within seconds, Lauren had a reply for her.
"He doesn't have any planned for the rest of the day. He has the remainder of today free."
"Thank you, Lauren." Mellie smiled at the young woman's response, and let herself into the Oval, closing the door behind her and walking over to her husband. Fitz was sitting at his desk, clearly stressing out over something. His hand was running through his dark curls, and he had his head rested on his other hand as he read through a file. He was so intrigued and focused that he hadn't even heard his wife enter the room.
Mellie walked over to him, pulling his chair back slowly. He jumped slightly, finally recognizing Mellie's presence, and turned to look at her. He was confused, unsure of exactly why she was pulling his chair back. "Mel, wha-" He didn't have a chance to finish speaking and asking his question before his wife climbed into his lap, and straddled his legs. He just smirked up at her, now realizing her intentions.
"Hi." He whispered as he looked into Mellie's bright blue eyes. She just smiled back at him before leaning down toward him and capturing his lips with hers. She responded with something that sounded a lot like 'hi', but Fitz couldn't exactly make out her exact word. He chuckled to himself when Mellie kissed down his face, to his jaw, and down his throat. "Is someone a little horny?"
"You could say that." Mellie mumbled against Fitz's throat before sucking on his skin. Fitz closed his eyes and ran his hand through Mellie's thick curls, slowly running it down her back. He opened his eyes, sliding his hands down her back and legs until he reached the hem of her skirt. He pushed it up until her skirt was bunched up around her waist.
He pushed her lace panties to the side and smirked to himself when he realized how wet she was already. He had forgotten how horny she was when she was pregnant. Mellie was his sex kitten when she was pregnant. But between their fighting and Big Jerry showing up, they hadn't had much of a break or a chance to have sex recently. Luckily, Mellie's desire for him made him remember how much she loved finding him for a quickie when she was carrying their child.
Mellie let out a moan when she felt Fitz's fingers so close to her mound, just millimeters away from her bundle of nerves. He kept still for a moment, wanting to build up Mellie's anticipation, and she squirmed under him, bucking her hips up toward his hand. Focusing on her clit, he rubbed her at a painfully slow pace, and gradually increased his moving when he noticed how restless she was. When Mellie started panting, he moved his middle finger to her entrance, inserting it slowly inside her, making her moan and arch her back against the Fitz's desk.
"Fitz..." She whispered, thrusting her hips up, trying to get herself as close to his hand as possible. "Fitz please...Baby, I need you." Mellie begged, pleading for him to stop his teasing torture on her and for him to be inside her. She wanted to feel him fill her up, to feel every one of his deep thrusts as he pushed himself inside of her.
Fitz nodded, pulling his fingers out of her and slipping his hand out of her panties. He picked her up as best as he could from the position that they were in, and he set her on the edge of his desk. Mellie looked up at him as she watched his every movement, desire in those bright baby blues. Already, Fitz silently wished that they didn't have so many layers of clothing in between them, that they didn't have to waste their time undressing one other. He hooked his fingers in the fabric of her panties, slipping them down her legs and balling them up before tossing them into an open desk drawer.
He unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops in one fast motion, tossing it to the ground. Mellie smirked as she watched him unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down to right above his knees, his boxers coming down directly after. He laid Mellie back, watching her rock back and forth on her ass as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. Fitz smirked a devilish smirk before taking his member into his hand, stroking it a few times and lining himself up at Mellie's entrance.
Fitz pushed into her, listening as Mellie cried out, her mouth dropping as he thrusted in and out of her, pulling almost all of the way out of her before plunging back into her. He repeated this a few times, holding her to keep her from being forcefully pushed off of the desk. It was difficult for her to have a good grip on him and keep herself upright in the position that she was in, so she just kept her legs around him, her palms pressed against the desk behind her to hold herself up.
Mellie arched her back into him in order to get more contact and
moved her hips to meet his thrusts. Fitz grunted loudly as he felt himself moving deeper and deeper, and Mellie moaned as she rubbed her clit against his pelvis. Mellie clamped her inner muscles around Fitz's thick, pulsing length, and he groaned, reaching down and rubbing her bundle of nerves with his thumb.
"Are you close, baby?" He whispered in a hoarse voice.
Mellie nodded weakly, struggling to keep her eyes open as she looked up at him. "Ye-yes, Fitzzzz..." She tf him, her voice shaky. After only a few more of Fitz's deep, quick thrusts, Mellie's silky walls contracted around his member, sending the both of them over the edge within seconds of one another. Fitz struggled to maintain his pace as he shot his warm, thick load deep inside of her, into her womb. He kept moving so that the both of them could ride out their orgasms, and slowly decreased the pace until he wasn't moving any longer.
Mellie collapsed back onto the desk, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes. He remained inside of her for a few seconds before he slowly pulled out of her, helping her up once she had caught her breath. Fitz pulled up his pants and put his belt back on, moving to help Mellie fix her skirt when he was done. "I have to get back to work." Mellie told him, running her hand through her hair to try and contain it as much as she possibly could.
Fitz nodded, leaning down and softly kissing her lips. "Okay baby."
"I love you. Thank you."
He smiled at her. "I love you too, beautiful." She turned around and started to walk away, but not before Fitz quickly smacked her ass. Mellie giggled as left the Oval, trying to contain herself as she went back to her office to finish her work for the day.
The next time he saw his wife, she was chatting with Andrew in the hallway. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he felt a surge of jealousy when he saw them. Of course, he knew that there wasn't anything going on between them. But it still gave him butterflies in his stomach when he saw the two of them together, when he saw Mellie laughing and smiling and giggling as he spoke to her. He couldn't help it. He couldn't help thinking that there was something going on, even though he knew that there wasn't.