A/N: This takes place several years after the first chapter. Fitz and Olivia's journey if he was already divorced when he began his campaign for the presidency.
"Liv?" Fitz answers his cell phone when he sees it's his wife, Olivia, he has no idea what she could want. Normally, she sends him a goodnight text before she goes to bed when she's out of town on business.
"Hi, Fitz, I forgot a crucial file with all of my case notes, can you overnight it to my hotel?" She asks with a winded voice.
"Hi...Sure, where did you leave it?"
"Hmm," she pauses and takes a breath, "It's on the nightstand I think- I think I tossed it down with my iPad when I was packing. I can't believe I left it there!" She sounds flustered. "The hotel info is on a sticky note on the fridge, along with the address, phone number, along with my itinerary. Thanks, love you." She hangs up before he can respond.
Fitz and Olivia have reached that point that so many couples arrive at. They are like planes passing on the runway. Lately, the only time the couple has together is when they are exhausted and all they can think about is sleep.
President Fitzgerald Grant was born to lead. He has checked every prestigious box on the way to the White House. With an Ivy League degree, decorated military service, and years of experience as the Governor of California.
Olivia Pope is the best fixer in D.C. She doesn't just fix problems, she fixes people. They come to her at their lowest moment, on the worst day of their lives. Olivia takes on the biggest scandals of the era, all the while trying to hide the fact that she's one of the key players at the center of it all.
Although their sex life has suffered, for several years; the couple sparsely spends more than an hour together. During that time, they eat, get dressed, and prepare for work. Sometimes they are together less than that before Fitz has an emergency, or she has to take over a case. Today is no different as Fitz expects to be apart for a week. When they are in the same place at the same time, the couple would be surrounded by staff at a meeting, event, or press conference.
It is not soon after that the pair pass out from exhaustion with nothing more than a snuggle and 'I love you, goodnight'.
And through all the turmoil, the love the couple shares with one another has never faltered.
But tonight is different...
Tonight, Fitz walks into the house and is stunned at the almighty phenomena in front of him. His mouth goes dry and his heart starts pounding in his chest. His wife is standing at the stove with her back to him; she has a white frilly, ruffled apron on with a big red bow tied at her waist. Her curls are trailing down her back and she has a pair of the highest stilettos he has ever seen on her...and that's it. He couldn't contain his smile, he smiled so widely that his eyes nearly pinched shut.
She turns to face him slowly, her long eyelashes batting at him under dark and sensual eyes. Her lips shimmered with a fire engine red lipstick that matched the trim color of the apron.
"Welcome home, baby. I've missed you." She says.
"I've missed you too beautiful woman," He swiftly confesses while abstaining from squeezing the erection growing in his pants.
"What are you cooking?" He asks although he can tell she is not cooking anything, he finds pleasure in playing along.
"Me..." She hummed with the naughtiest smirk on her flawlessly made-up face.
The way she said 'me' caused an involuntary growl from deep within his chest and in two strides he closed the space between us "What is this, Olivia?" he whispered in her ear, wrapping her into his muscular arms.
"This is me getting back some of the lost time. This is me showing you how much you mean to me." She smiles, hooking her arms around his neck and placing the sweetest kiss on his lips.
"Oh, my sweet Olivia," he softly pecks her lips. "I've missed you; I've missed us." He latches on to her desirable lips kissing her with all his might.
Olivia gave in to it and gave all to it, a moment's madness where body ruled mind and blood roared over reason.
Fitz tried to think back at the last time he tasted his wife, as he held on to her petite waist as if his life depended on it. He missed kissing her more than he was adequately able to express to her.
He guides her over from the stove top and against the counter. Once his beautiful wife is sandwiched between him and the counter, he lifts her by her thighs and sets her atop, her legs on impulse wrapping around his waist. He snakes his hands under her apron and begins to massage her backside.
"I love you, so, so much," he exhales. "I've missed you, Olivia. I need you."
"I need you too, Fitz," she whimpers.
Gently, he unties her apron and pulls it over her head so she's naked on the counter in front of me. "You look amazing," he says, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks.
She bashfully lowers her head. She is on the verge of tears but is holding them back.
"I can't stand being apart from you...Our work and..." Tears began to spill over her smile.
"Liv," he shushed her, gently pulling her chin to meet his eyes. His straight nose, with its clean lines and linear structure, gave his face a classic and harmonious appearance.
"We're together now and I don't want to wait any longer." Her wide doe eyes and upturned nose, with its cute and perky tip, added a lively and youthful charm to her facial features
He reaches down with one hand and parts her lovely thighs; with the other, he uses two fingers, rubbing it over her wet center. Her head falls back and I kiss her sleek neck while massaging her clit. He knows his wife's body, what turns her on, what makes her moan. He certainly knows how to make her cum. He slides his middle finger into her hot wetness and gets such a rush as her breathing becomes heavy. He kisses farther down, sucking on her collarbone before moving down to her perky breast. He kisses and suckles her supple dark nipples as his finger is still slowly pumping in and out of her. He scans his eyes up to see her biting her bottom lip, watching his every move.
"God, I missed you," He tells her again keeping his hand between her thighs, holding her face to his, kissing her, nibbling on her delicious plump lower lip.
"I miss my husband, the one who makes love to me so good, I can't see straight," she purrs.
He growls and presses his thumb firmly against her clit while working two fingers into her honey pot, within seconds he is rewarded with her throbbing orgasm, gushing out over his hands.
"Is that what you miss?" He asks while shedding the remainder of his clothes.
"Amongst... other things," she pants. Pulling off his shirt at the same time his pants fall to the floor.
He quickly replaces his fingers with his hard cock. It's been so long and she's so incredibly tight, for a moment his eyes snap shut and he shudders as her wet heat engulfs him.
Her hands rest on his shoulders, her knees come up around his ribs and she gives him a look'. The look is unadulterated, raw, and carnal lust, she wants him to fuck the shit out of her... so he does. He pulls out and slams back into her while watching her glorious breasts bouncing in rhythm to his thrust. He grasps her ass, lifting her while staying buried deep inside of her.
"Oh, oh, I love you, Fitz," Her lips brush him as she tells him over and over again how much she loves him.
"You are my world, Olivia." He moans out.
He shifts so her legs are hooked over his arms and he gives her everything he has, putting every emotion he's feeling into each kiss, each caress, and each earth-shattering thrust.
Soon, he loses all control and cums deep and hard inside the woman of his dreams. The force and searing heat of his orgasm trigger another one from her and he kisses her again and again.
After a sweet serene moment, they shudder as he slips out of her and lowers her to the floor. Olivia is holding onto Fitz to keep herself stable. They recover for several more minutes before either of them can move. He leads her to the living room, flopping down in his favorite chair while pulling Olivia down on his lap and kissing her temple.
"I'll admit this is not what I expected when I came home to fetch the file for you." He chuckles. "Of course, I'm not complaining. I only hope this marks the beginning of a new chapter in our lives."
She let out a lighthearted chuckle and his heart skipped a beat. He hadn't heard his wife's laugh in so long. It's the little things like sweet kisses, her smile, her snickers...
"That is what we promised each other seven years ago, but never made good on it." She fans her fingers through his deep wavy hair and he takes her other hand and kisses every finger. "The time we sacrificed to get to this point just isn't worth it." She says in all honesty.
"Today is the beginning of our forever, from this day forward, we'll never drift apart Liv."
"Never..." She agrees.
"Olivia you are so much more than my wife, you're my soul mate, my better half. No one has ever known me; No one has ever made me as happy as you. I belong to you. We're in this together."