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"Good morning." His raspy, sleep filled voice roused her from the deep slumber she had sank into the previous night. Stretching, arms gripping the headboard, she blushed when the sheet tumbled to her midsection, the chill in the room leaving goosebumps on her skin.

"Good morning," she whispered, turning on her side to face him and smiling softly when he reached for the fallen sheet and tugged it back into place before settling his large, warm hand on her hip. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering at the feel of his warm, calloused fingertips on her chilled skin and the scratchy feeling of the hair on his leg as she shuffled closer, sliding hers against him.

"You were right about the bed." The corner of his lips tugged upward into a smirk and she found herself smiling at the sight – the corners of his blue eyes crinkling.

"Cyrus is going to be unbearable when he realizes you aren't complaining about your back." Despite the small groan she exhaled, she couldn't keep the smile from her lips as he allowed her to snuggle even closer, resting her cheek against his chest.

"He'll be disappointed again when he finds out that we didn't actually…" Fitz let his sentence trail off, seemingly shy to put what they did, or didn't, do into words.

"I don't think he's going to believe that all we did was cuddle and sleep." Olivia sighed as he moved his hand up her side, stroking her ribcage before venturing further and stroking the skin beneath her breast.

"And if that's not all we did?" He lowered his voice, eyes moving from her eyes to her lips and back. She felt a heated blush filling her cheeks once more at the implication in his voice and the not so subtle twitch between his legs. She was no blushing virgin by a long mile, but it had been a while since she had last found herself in a similar situation – her education and then her job taking precedence over any relationship. And this was the Governor. Her employer.

She bit her bottom lip – reminding herself that he was also her fiancé.

"If we cross this line, there's no going back." Someone had to be the voice of reason as much as she was loathe to be that one.

"I'm willing." His voice was firm, decision already made. "But only if this is what you want, too."

She felt the emotion swelling in her chest – part guilt at the reminder of their engagement photoshoot and her hasty words and part elation that he was being this tender, this respectful, in the moment. With very little deliberation, she tilted her head back to find his lips. She sighed into their kiss, shuddering when his hands wound into her hair, nails gently scraping her scalp. So engrossed in their kiss, she was surprised to find herself laying on her back, him hovering above her, when he broke from their kiss. The boyish grin he gave her before slithering down her body, taking the sheet with him, sent her heart aflutter.

Heart pounding, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly, she watched as he tossed the sheet over the edge of the bed, not seeming to care as it fluttered to the floor. He lowered his head to her center, a moan falling from her lips when he placed a warm kiss there. Thighs beginning to tremble, she bit her lip when he raised his blue gaze to hers, lips still pressed against her as he hummed. Her whole body trembled from the vibrations.

She allowed her legs to fall further apart, not caring for a second that she was splaying herself before him. Fists gripped the bedsheet at her sides, knuckles turning white with her hold. She whimpered when he moved his mouth from her, tilting his head to place kisses on her thigh. Another moan left her, thighs trembling, and her hips jerked forward – eager to guide his mouth where she wanted him most. Despite her best efforts to guide him elsewhere, he remained fixated on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and she groaned at the feeling of his smirk against her flesh, his tongue laving the skin of her thigh as his check rubbed oh so deliciously against her vagina.

"So responsive," he whispered, turning his head and placing a hand on either thigh – pushing her legs further apart and opening her glistening sex to his viewing pleasure.

Olivia's whimper quickly turned into a squeal when he drew his tongue through her slick folds, pausing at her clit. He flicked his tongue against the stiffening bud, each flick earning a loud gasp. Her gasps turned into shrill cries when he wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling the stiffened bud before returning to trailing open-mouthed kisses over her lips, nipping the sensitive flesh.

Olivia's eyes fluttered – she found it hard to concentrate with the way his tongue felt, snaking around her clit once more. His warm breath felt divine every time he exhaled, blowing across her arousal dampened skin. Her head was pressed hard into the pillow beneath her, knuckles nearly white with her grip on the bedsheets. Her whole body tingled, every nerve on edge, as a warm feeling spread in the pit of her stomach when he drew his lips around her clit, sucking hard as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her, dragging his teeth across the stiffened bud.

So caught up in the pleasure, it took Olivia's mind and body a moment to catch up with the fact that Fitz had pulled away. Her whimper of protest was soon swallowed by his kiss, the burning between her legs intensifying as she tasted herself on his lips. She broke from the kiss, gasping at the feel of his hard cock sliding against her wet folds.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking down at her, her body trembling beneath him in anticipation. Not trusting her voice, she nodded, groaning at the feel of his tip rubbing against her entrance.

Fitz nodded, moving a hand to her hip and the other to mattress by her head. Slowly, he pushed into her warm depths. Olivia whimpered as he filled her – even in her aroused state she hadn't been entirely prepared for what his size would feel like. He wasn't small by any measurements. Not too terribly long, but his girth…For a brief moment, she wondered if maybe this was average and all her previous encounters had been mediocre at best though that line of thought was quickly abandoned by a particularly wicked thrust on his part.

Her body, already wound tight from his excellent demonstration of what oral sex should feel like, was on fire. Every inch of his cock as he slid slowly back caused a whimper to fall from her lips. His stare was intense, eyes open in a way she had never seen them before, as he glided with ease thanks to his attentions earlier.

"How do you feel?"

Any response she might have thought of giving was cut off when he pushed himself forward a bit more firmly than he had up until that point, shifting his speed. Olivia gasped, feeling her walls tremble around him. Everything about the moment was sheer, unequivocal bliss. The man knew what the fuck he was doing.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." He moved his hand from her hip, guiding her left leg up and around his waist. The husky command had her walls pulsing and clutching around him. Olivia could feel her whole body throbbing as he began to pump into her at a steady pace once she had both legs wrapped around him. Hard, firm, sure thrusts hit a spot inside her that had her desperately crying out into the room. Tiny shivers ran the length of her spine as she moaned, her body seizing around him. His own moans and grunts joined hers as he delivered a series of hard, fast strokes before stilling, his own body trembling through his orgasm.

They lay, heaving chest to heaving chest, for several moments before Fitz seemed to gather the strength to flop onto his back beside her. She smiled when he put an arm around her, pulling her into his side.

"My vote is on not telling Cyrus. It could be fun watching him squirm," she suggested some time later, after he had retrieved the sheet from the floor and tossed it haphazardly over their cooling bodies before reclining with one arm behind his head and the other tossed around her body.

"It won't take him long to figure us out."

"Are you saying I'm terrible at keeping secrets?" She gave a mock offended glare, shuddering when he began rubbing his fingertips against her bare back.

"I'm saying I'm terrible at keeping secrets," he laughed.

Despite Fitz's declaration that he was terrible at secrets, the two managed to make it back to California with Cyrus none the wiser. Though the older man did make quite the effort with his phishing remarks around Fitz's suddenly healed back.

"Our next stop is Wisconsin," Cyrus advised as the three of them sat in his office. It was the day after their return from Nevada and, although it had been Olivia's decision to mess with Cyrus, she was already regretting that decision. That idyllic morning in their hotel room had only left her craving Fitz's touch.

"I'd say we have a decent chance," Olivia offered, one had gripping the edge of the chair she sat in and the other gripping her cup of coffee when Fitz moved behind her, placing his own hand on the back of her chair.

"The polls seem to be in our favor," Fitz agreed.

Olivia hurried to hide her grin behind her cup of coffee at the brief look of bewilderment that flashed across Cyrus's face when Fitz agreed with her. It was a tactic they had deployed yesterday on their flight back. He would agree with her. She would agree with him. And just when Cyrus thought he had figured out what had happened in their hotel room, they would flip the script.

It was the most fun Olivia had had on the entire campaign. And to think she was having that fun with Fitz. She still hadn't wrapped her head around that development.

"We'll have to do similar hotel arrangements at each stop. Though we might be able to get by with adjoining rooms. Especially in our more conservative areas."

Olivia bit her lip to keep from grinning at that statement. Unrestricted access to Fitz and his mind-blowing skills behind closed doors? Yes, please. It hadn't taken him long to make her a believer.

"No one is going to care where we're sleeping, Cyrus," Fitz sighed. At least one of them managed to avoid distractions and stick to the plan.

"Olivia –"

"He's right, Cy." There was that bewildered look again that nearly, nearly made her laugh. "It's almost a lose-lose situation. If the press finds out, we're either harlots sleeping together before we're married or this whole thing's faked and that's why we sleep in different hotel rooms."

"I guess we could move the wedding up. Right after the primaries. We'd still have the popularity to ride on for the general election and there wouldn't be any questions about room arrangements."

"What?!" Olivia stared at Cyrus, eyes wide and chest heaving at his suggestion. He was joking. He had to be joking.

Right?