"Remember the last time we were in Houston together?" Fitz walked slowly over to where she was sitting on the edge of his desk. She knew exactly what he was thinking about - it wasn't like she'd ever forget it. He raised a brow, obviously seeing the change in her expression as she thought back to those couple of days. His voice dropped to an impossibly low murmur, one that had her itching to pull his mouth to hers. "That freakish ice storm, we got stuck in the hotel rooms for hours..."
She smirked, reaching up to correct his tie just as an excuse to touch him. "Houston has a way of delivering, doesn't it."
Grant Campaign Trail, Houston TX, 8pm
"Remind me why I'm doing this?"
Cyrus let out an exasperated breath on the other end of the phone line. "You need to get the gun lobby onside. This is the best way." Fitz could hear him pacing - a sign that he was stressed. "I'm sorry I can't be there, Sir, it's just bad timing when Mellie has the interview with James Novak coming up. And Reston is desperate to pull Iowa out from under our feet. I need to hold the fort."
Fitz nodded, slowly. "So you've shipped me off to Houston alone."
"No, not alone. Liv's on her way."
At that, Fitz's eyes snapped back up from where he'd been staring at the carpet. He was glad Cyrus was talking to him over the phone and not in person, because instantly his every nerve ending sparked alive. "Oh, I didn't realise."
"Yeah, she couldn't make your flight so she's on a slightly later one. Did I not tell you she was going with you?"
"No." He would've definitely remembered.
"It must've slipped my mind. Anyway, you and Liv will be absolutely fine."
Considering what happened the last time he and Liv were alone at a campaign trail stop three weeks ago - when he'd told her to go to her own room, and instead she'd followed him into his - he was sure they would be fine. It had been torture lately. He'd been unable to catch her alone; he'd had to settle for stolen glances in between speeches, passing remarks when he could be sure no-one else was listening in. It was almost like she'd been trying to maintain distance between them. He'd be fine with keeping their distance too, except now that he knew what she felt like in his arms, he was desperate to have her there again.
He realised Cyrus was waiting for him to respond. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Cy. Good luck with Reston."
"Oh, don't worry about me, Sir. I'll find a way to make it work."
Cyrus hung up, and Fitz instantly opened his messages to find Liv's number.
You didn't tell me you were coming to Houston.It wasn't long before her reply came through.
Cy only asked me yesterday. I'm in a cab, fifteen minutes from the hotel. Have you seen the news?He frowned at the last part.
What news?Olivia sent a link to a news site, which he clicked on. The headline was 'Incoming ice storm headed for Houston.' Another text from her popped up as he was reading, saying that she was about to call Cyrus and let him know. It was looking like most events would be cancelled for the next day - including their campaign stops. Firstly, Fitz was a little annoyed that he'd be trapped in Houston during a freakish storm, but then it occurred to him that he and Olivia would be trapped together. She couldn't avoid him like she'd been trying to the past few weeks.
He absentmindedly walked over to the window, which overlooked the hotel car park and the long road running past it. There were barely any other vehicles, and the black clouds overhead were moving suspiciously fast. Outside looked darker than when he arrived. Yeah, this was going to be one hell of a storm.
Get here soon, he texted Liv. Don't want you to be caught in the rain.
Aw, are you worried about me?
He gritted his teeth at that reply. There was nothing wrong with it, except it seemed more dangerously playful than Liv would usually go for. Then again, any words that came out of her mouth could turn him on, no matter how innocent they seemed.
Always, he responded.
He itched to say something else. He wondered if she'd refuse if he invited her up to his room. That was probably too obvious, even if Cyrus wasn't around.
Instead, he finally went for Want to meet me at the hotel bar when you're ready? Doesn't look like we'll be travelling far tonight.
The three dots appeared and disappeared for a few seconds before she said Yeah, sure.
He'd been nursing his drink for twenty minutes by the time she walked through the doors. She'd obviously had to go to her room to drop off her suitcase, but he couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed her outfit in that time. Just to see him. It was a selfish thought - why would she do that? - but of course his mind instantly had to go there. She looked beautiful. His breath stuck in his throat as she approached him at the dimly lit table in the back corner, and he stood up to greet her.
"Livvie," he said, his voice low and rough. "I'm glad you came."
"You know I've always wanted to see Houston," she smiled, sarcasm lacing her voice.
"Oh, so you didn't come for me. You just came to see the city."
It was really damn hard for her to concentrate when he was looking at her with such intensity. He'd been doing it from afar lately, and she'd been forced to stay away for fear of other people noticing. It seemed like ever since that night on the trail, Fitz didn't care who saw. He wasn't scared, unlike her. Problem was, staying away from each other did nothing except heighten the tension between them. She'd almost caved a few days ago, nearly picked up the phone at two a.m.
She'd missed him in every way. She was aware that she was ruined for any other man's embrace. The way he'd touched her during their night together three weeks ago had her skin tingling just at the memory of it.
"Yes," she lied, allowing her gaze to meet his. God, she'd forgotten how beautiful his eyes were up close. "Just as a favour for Cyrus."
"Mhm. Well, I'm sorry that you'll have to spend time with me, Liv." His eyes flickered to her lips, and she noticed.
"You don't seem that sorry, Governor."
He smirked. "Alright, I'm not sorry at all. I've missed you."
Finally, he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist. She instantly melted, her body reacting to him in a way she still couldn't understand. They fit perfectly together, chest to chest, his chin resting on the top of her head. He was warm and solid and suddenly she was completely surrounded by the smell of him; pinewood, soap, spicy notes of whiskey.
She inhaled, her cheek still pressed against his shirt. "I've missed you too."
She lifted her head to look up at him, and it was so tempting to crash her lips to his and remember what it felt like to be consumed by one of his kisses. To feel his tongue slide desperately against hers, to unbutton that perfectly ironed shirt of his and run her hands over his muscled chest.
She couldn't do that, though. Not here.
"What're you thinking about?" He murmured.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I think you know."
Something dark flashed in his eyes. "That night?"
She nodded, and a muscle in his jaw jumped. Just as she was trying to figure out what else to say - how do you tell your married boss that you want him to drag you to his hotel room? - her phone rang, and Fitz finally removed his hands from her hips.
She picked up. "Cyrus."
"It's not looking good, Liv," Cyrus said. "All press events have been cancelled. I tried looking for a way to bring you both home tonight, but there's nothing. I think you'll have to stay out there until it clears."
She could feel Fitz's gaze burning into her as she spoke. "Yeah, the sleet is already starting to come down. Thanks for trying anyway, Cy."
"Try not to annoy each other too much," he joked. Somehow, Liv didn't think that was a possibility.
"I'll try not to tire him out."
Fitz's muscles tightened. She couldn't say things like that in front of him without his body having a reaction. It was fucking insane. She was doing it on purpose, too, which turned him on even more. He wished he hadn't bothered buying a drink at all, because he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and carry her upstairs right now.
"Alright, I'll speak to you tomorrow, Cyrus," Liv said finally, after a quick update on Mellie and Reston. She put her phone away, and turned back to find Fitz downing the rest of his whiskey, eyes blazing.
"What?" She said.
"Two options." His voice was low, and that tone of his made her toes curl. He stepped forwards. "Option A, I buy both of us a drink like I was planning to. I try not to let you drive me insane too much whilst we sit here."
"Drive you insane?" She laughed. "How am I-"
"Option B," he cut her off, "we skip the drinks and go upstairs, and I carry on from where I left off."
She stared at him. He was deadly serious. Then again, it was inevitable. She'd known she wouldn't be able to resist it once they were alone - there was a reason she didn't have casual underwear on tonight.
"Remind me where you left off?"
He was trying his best not to throw hell to the wind and pounce on her there and then. "With my head between your legs," he murmured, dropping his lips to her ear to make sure she heard him. "I think I made you come twice that night. I have every intention of breaking that record."
He drew back, a satisfied smile on his face. She felt herself blush, the heat of his words seeping right through her.
"Come on, Livvie." He raised a brow. "Option A or B?"
Oh, screw it, she thought. This was always going to happen. It was useless to try and stay away from him. "Option B," she whispered.
"Good."
He threw a couple of notes onto the table and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him out of the bar. He thanked the gods that the elevator was empty, because the second the doors slid shut, he had her pressed between his body and the wall. Her breaths were coming quick and shallow, her face flushed. She wanted this as much as he did.
He leaned down and roughly captured her lips with his own, swallowing her surprised moan. When he felt her fingers reach up to tangle in his hair, he smiled against her mouth. It was, he'd found out the other week, her favourite thing to do. It didn't take long for him to deepen the kiss. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to melt against hers, him tasting her thoroughly because it had been far too long since he'd last had the chance.
"Fuck, Liv," he breathed. "This is what I mean when I said you drive me insane."
She arched her back to slightly push her hips into his, and he grunted. "We lasted ten minutes."
"Longer than I expected." He swiftly picked her up, her legs moving to wrap around his waist. "I can't wait when it comes to you."
In between kisses, she traced the sharp outline of his jaw. "I can tell."
"Smartass." He softly pressed his lips to the side of her neck, making her shudder in his arms. "You're saying I wouldn't find you wet for me if I took these off right now?"
Of course he would, but she wasn't too far gone to give his that satisfaction yet. "You can't do that, Mister," she whispered. "We're in an elevator."
His thumb dipped under her skirt, pushing it further up her thighs and brushing over the thin lace edge of her panties. "I'm five seconds from pressing the emergency stop and taking you right here against this wall."
She bit her lip to stop from moaning just at the mental image he'd created. The sexiest part was, he probably wasn't bluffing. Fitzgerald Grant would most definitely stop an elevator for her.
Suddenly, the doors re-opened. Thankfully for them there was no-one waiting on the other side. There were hardly any other guests in the hotel because of the forecasted storm, but still, it was a risk to run into anyone. Fitz didn't let her go, though. He carried her down the hallway to his room, still planting a trail of kisses down the side of her neck as she gripped his shoulders. Even as he got the keycard from his pocket and unlocked the door, he was still teasing her with his tongue, refusing to let her go.
The second the door closed behind them, he set her down on the nearest desk and stepped in between her thighs, pressing his body against hers once more. She could tell he was going to be intense tonight, and her body tingled with anticipation. He'd been devouring her with his eyes since she walked into the bar, and she couldn't get enough of the way he kissed her. She could taste the scotch on his tongue, too. It was addictive.
"There's no-one to kick us out of this room in the morning," he said, mouth still pressed against her. "I could keep you in here all day."
"Selfish," she panted, "you want me all to yourself?"
"You know I do," he growled. "You've been avoiding me for weeks."
"Only because it was dangerous not to." She lightly pulled on his hair, forcing him to look at her. "Fitz, it really wouldn't be smart for me to be close to you with Cyrus or Mellie in the room."
He swallowed, hard. "I can't help staring at you. It didn't make a difference if you were five or fifty feet away."
"Believe me, I didn't want to avoid you. I needed to be able to focus on the campaign." She shifted slightly, hiking her legs slightly higher up. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the friction it created between them. "You're distracting."
His hand moved to cup the side of her jaw, his thumb softly brushing over her lower lip. "You want to stop doing this?"
That was a loaded question. It would be a smart move to cut it off now, before either of them fell in too deep. But it had been hell to not touch him for the past three weeks, knowing that he'd given her the best orgasm of her life. She definitely didn't regret it, but now there was no going back. It was easier when she didn't know what his kisses felt like. She could tell herself that maybe they'd be nothing special. But now she knew the sensation, no matter how much she wanted to forget it, she couldn't.
She tilted her face into his palm. "No."
"Then tell me," he murmured. "Tell me what you want."
She was putty in his hands. He had barely even touched her yet, and her skin was on fire, her mind going into overdrive. The tiny voice in her head telling her to stop was becoming quieter, being replaced by the burning need for him to take off her clothes.
Olivia Pope hated being ordered around. But with him, it was different. She wanted it. She needed it.
"I want you," she whispered.
That was all he needed to hear. Instantly he crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss, running his hand up her bare thigh where the skirt had been pulled upwards. He found the zipper and took no time to yank it down, until the garment pooled at her ankles. She was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, trying to push it down over his shoulders between hungry kisses. His mind flashed back to their first night together, the way she'd run her fingers over his chest and abs, staring at him with entirely unashamed hunger. He could see that very same need in her eyes right now.
"Get this off," she groaned against his mouth, only managing to undo half his shirt.
He obliged, quickly helping her out and shrugging it off before doing the same with her silk blouse. Once that was on the floor, he leaned back, allowing himself a few seconds to admire her. She was wearing a matching lingerie set. Dark crimson, designed to drive him absolutely crazy. From the dangerous look on her face, that had been her intention.
"Fuck," he rasped, his hands gripping her thighs. "You wore this for me?"
She didn't say yes, but it was pretty damn obvious that she had.
He returned to where he'd been kissing before, that sweet spot at the side of her neck that made her close her eyes in pleasure. He was a quick learner when it came to her. That first night they'd shared together, he'd been determined to figure out exactly what she liked and how to get a reaction out of her. Her quiet, breathy moans only spurred him on.
"Fitz, you- you're going to leave a mark."
He paused, lifting his head for a second. "Good. Shows you're mine."
He resumed slowly sucking and kissing at her skin, barely registering her low hiss of "Fuck."
Jesus, he was already rock hard, straining against his trousers. He was torn between taking them off or waiting until he'd made her come first. Considering how she was reacting to this, he thought it wouldn't take too long.
The second she felt his fingers make contact with her panties, her hips involuntarily bucked upwards. "Fitz."
Hearing his name fall from her lips turned him on even more. He dragged the underwear down her legs torturously slowly, until she was writhing impatiently beneath him. He'd been right before, about her being ready for him - she was soaked, even more so than he'd expected. When his fingers finally touched her where she was aching for him, both of them groaned, her hands moving to clutch tightly at his shoulders.
"Jesus, Livvie."
He touched her with careful, calculated strokes, somehow knowing exactly what to do to drive her out of her mind. If that wasn't already enough of a turn-on, feeling his broad shoulder muscles rippling under her hands whilst he moved definitely was. And his voice in her ear, deliciously deep, kept urging her on. Telling her how good she was being for him. She couldn't stop the whimpers and moans falling from her mouth, which Fitz seemed to love, judging from the devilish smirk on his face.
When he started sliding his fingers fully into her and curling them just right, her head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. He increased the pace slightly, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit with every thrust, her hips bucking wildly against him.
"Oh f-fuck, Fitz," she groaned, her hands gripping him even tighter. "Don't stop-"
He added another finger, repeating the motion and making her see stars. "Let go, baby, I've got you." He dragged his tongue over the new hickey which was forming on her neck. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. Come for me, Livvie."
That sent her toppling over the edge with a final broken cry of his name. Her legs were still locked around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders. If it was hurting him, he didn't seem to care. He held her as she shook from the force of the orgasm, waiting until she'd re-opened her eyes to withdraw his fingers. She made a small noise of frustration when he pulled away, which made him smile. He'd done his job right.
"You okay?" He dropped a lingering kiss on her lips.
"Mhm."
"That was number one," he whispered, slowly bringing his finger to his mouth to taste her. She watched the movement, lips slightly parted as if she was daring him to actually do it. "Two more to go." He ran his tongue over his index finger. "God, you taste good."
She had no doubts that he was going to do good on his promise of making her orgasm three times. She had barely recovered from the last and she was already feeling turned on again, especially when she saw the hard outline of him straining against his trousers.
She reached a hand down between them and lightly stroked just below his belt, and he jolted. "Shit."
Instantly, she set to work undoing his belt, hearing his breathing become more laboured. Fitz couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hard - except, actually, from that night three weeks ago when he finally had the satisfaction of seeing her in nothing but a barely-there set of white lace underwear. Just the memory of that, paired with the reality of the current situation, had his muscles tensing up even more.
Finally, she undid his trousers and shoved them down, letting them join the rest of the clothes on the floor. He slid his hand back to her jaw and pulled her mouth up to meet his, turning the kiss deliciously filthy, making her grasp at his hips and back in an effort to drag him closer. His tongue tangled with hers and she moaned softly, which was a hell of a turn-on for him. At this point, the state of his dick was almost too painful to ignore. He swiftly picked her back up off the desk, not breaking their kiss, and walked them both backwards towards the bed before depositing her on the mattress.
When he crawled up between her legs, she traced a finger over his kiss-swollen lips. "You taste like scotch."
"Really?" He dropped his lips to her chest, leaving a trail of fire just above the lace edge of her bra. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, I like it." She blushed as he stared up at her between kisses. "I like tasting it on you."
He hooked a finger under one of her shoulder straps and started pulling it down. "Liv, I... I need this off. Right now. You can't say things like that without making me want to do various things to you."
She bit her lip, arching her back so he could reach behind her and unclasp her bra. "What if I want you to do all of those things?"
"I'm about to." Without warning, he dipped his head and took her into his mouth, circling one nipple with his tongue whilst his fingers danced dangerously close to where he'd been a few minutes ago. She was already wet for him again, heat gathering between her thighs with every passing second. It felt like she was never not ready for him.
"Fuck." She shut her eyes, twisting the bedsheets in one hand as he switched his attention to the other breast, pinning her down with the other hand on her thigh. "Fitz, I need you- oh my god, Fitz, please."
It wasn't very often that Olivia Pope begged. So when she did, Fitz was completely at her mercy.
He couldn't wait any longer either, so he lined himself up with her entrance and gently pushed forwards. Her hands flew from the sheets to his shoulders, gripping him hard as he buried himself deep inside of her. They both gasped at the feeling, how perfectly their bodies fit together. He remained still for a few seconds to allow her to get used to him, and once she gave him the nod, he slid his hand to her knee and pulled her leg over his hip. It was a better angle for both of them this way, he'd learned the other week (in the morning, actually, before they'd both had to face reality again).
Slowly, he began to move, and instantly gritted his teeth. She felt too good. If he wasn't careful, he'd finish before her, and there was no chance he was letting that happen.
"You're so fucking perfect," he said, his voice rough. Her hips raised off the bed to meet his next thrust, and he just about lost his mind. "Fuck. You take me so good, baby."
Liv couldn't help the keening noise which climbed from her throat at that. She didn't know whether it was his voice - or the fact that it was Fitz - but being with him had seemed to unlock some sort of primal instinct inside her. It made her think she had a praise kink of some sort. He loved talking out loud to her, telling her how good she was, and every time it pushed her closer and closer to the edge. This night was no different. He was hitting places inside of her which hadn't been reached before, going deeper with every thrust, brushing against her cervix whilst his hand gripped her hip, driving into her with unrelenting pace.
"Oh my god, Fitz," she moaned, digging her fingers into his hair. "Right there- yes, god, yes."
He groaned, brushing his fingers over her clit and making her arch off the bed. "You feel so good, Livvie." He pressed forwards, finding her lips for an open-mouthed kiss. "I can't last much longer. You're just-" she purposefully clenched around his dick, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. "Fuuck."
She smirked. "What were you saying?"
He bit hard on his lip, willing himself to look at her again. At how perfect she looked beneath him. "I'll tell you later. I'll make you come first."
"Oh, really?"
Her sarcasm melted straight away when he shifted slightly to drive into her even deeper, somehow picking up the pace to make her whimper with every thrust. His fingers returned to her clit with more focused intensity, and matched with the insanely hot way he was watching her, it wasn't long before she could feel herself dangling on the edge.
"Oh, fuck, Fitz- I'm-"
"I know, baby," he rasped. "Come on, come for me. I want to feel you."
His words pushed her over the precipice. She came hard, her legs shaking, her fingernails clawing at his shoulders and back. He followed her, burying his face in the crook of her neck with a muffled cry as he finally allowed himself release.
They lay still for a few moments, him bracing his weight on his forearms to not hurt her. When he finally had the energy, he slowly pulled out of her and rolled to her side, drawing her into his chest. She ran her hands over him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"That was..."
"Yeah." He nodded, gently kissing her lips. "I know."
She tried pulling his arm over her, but he resisted.
"Nuh-uh," he murmured, pushing her slowly onto her back. "Did you forget my promise?"
Her eyes widened as he began trailing his mouth back down her body, over her chest and stomach, until finally he was nestled between her legs. He licked slowly across her entrance, then paused to pull her legs over his shoulders. He could taste her much better that way.
"Fitz. What are you-?"
She was cut off by her own desperate moan as he drew her over-stimulated clit into his mouth, gently sucking it before releasing it again and tracing the same path back down her slit with his tongue. He repeated it a few times until she was a trembling mess underneath him, writhing against the hand he'd placed just below her stomach to hold her in place. She was only vaguely aware of the tears streaming down her face at the pleasure washing over her in mind-numbing waves, especially when a minute later, she was about to explode again at the sensation of it all.
"It's too much," she moaned, her fingers buried in his hair again. "I can't do it, Fitz, I- I can't."
"You can, baby." He resumed his work with even more fervour, eating her out as though she was his last meal. She was almost screaming, her world completely reduced down to this one feeling of Fitz's tongue on her, his head between her thighs. She came again, her entire body trembling as he slowly ran his tongue over her in a soothing manner, telling her how good she'd been for him.
When her pulse had stopped jackhammering quite so hard, he gently removed her legs from his shoulders and pulled himself back over her, brushing away the tear tracks with the pad of his thumb. She was in a state of equal euphoria and disbelief. This man, her boss and presidential candidate, had just made her come three times in one night, each time bigger than the last. She had a feeling that this night, much like their first one together, would haunt her wet dreams now.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she barely registered him getting out of bed and returning with a washcloth to clean her up. It melted her heart a little that he took the time for proper aftercare.
He felt her watching him, and glanced up as he wiped the sore spot between her legs. "You okay?"
"More than okay." She smiled tiredly. "Can I sleep in here tonight?"
He shook his head, as if he couldn't believe she'd even asked. "Livvie, you're sleeping in here for however many days we're forced to stay in this hotel, alright?"
He carried on cleaning her up, and once he was satisfied, he took the washcloth back to the bathroom and got under the covers with her, pulling her close. She lay her head against his chest, sighing softly. "I just checked my phone. Cyrus texted."
Fitz hummed. "What did he want?"
She glanced up, her lips grazing against his. "The ice storm is a bad one. He says we'll be stuck here until our flight home."
Fitz grinned devilishly. "Which is when?"
"Eight p.m. tomorrow."
"Mhm," he murmured against her lips. "A whole day uninterrupted with you? Sounds perfect to me."
"And a night flight," she whispered, smirking at the shock on his face, which quickly turned into lust.
"Olivia Pope," he growled, grasping her chin to tilt her mouth up to his. "Do not give me any ideas."
