Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
-Leonard Cohen "Hallelujah"
It was the first time in his life he had the desire to do something absolutely crazy. He had been a man above reproach most of his life. He went to church like a good Protestant every Sunday, thumbing through psalms (he felt a certain empathy with King David at the moment) and singing hymns as if his life depended on it. He tried his best to be straight forward in his political life and run the campaign he believed in even though Cyrus thought it was a losing formula. And even though he and Mellie barely talked to each to each other he'd never betrayed their vows. He never strayed. That was not what an honorable man did, as he father once said. An honorable man sticks with those who stuck with them. So he put down his desires, his wants, his personal dreams and lived, if not contented, then driven by his goal to become president.
Until she came. She had said her name was Olivia Pope and it was branded into his brain and heart like a cattle prod. He was confused and baffled by the turn of events and knew that he things he was thinking and feeling were wrong. That this woman caused this and she had to go. Cyrus talked him out of it, in his way, and soon he was in a hallway alone with her. Looking at her. Struggling to breathe.
And now she was standing in front of him saying that she would breathe, eat, and live Fitzgerald Grant and how lucky he'd be to have her and he felt both his heart and dick leap at the thought.
This is crazy. He thought to himself. But he found his eyes drifting to her lips as she tried to continue. They looked soft. Tender. Ready for plunder. Fitzgerald Grant felt his mouth moving but there was nothing but the haze of her inside of him. Words were said but he couldn't take his eyes of her eye or her lips. A look of discomfort and then recognition came over her face and then her mouth opened out of…desire?
Shit! Shit! Shit! Fitz thought in succession but he could not help but be caught in her undercurrent like a boy who thought he knew how to swim but was unexpectedly caught by something bigger than himself. He never felt anything like this. This abandon. This reckless feeling of going out of control but being put together at the same time. He suddenly remembered laughing sardonically with Mellie after a sermon that pointed out the temptation of David on the roof watching Bathsheba wash herself. What David risked to be with her and how it almost caused the destruction of his kingdom. The honor David gave up just to be between her thighs and to have her love. Fitz believed in no such things. That any woman could tempt a man in such a way. What man would risk his power and influence for a woman? Who would be so stupid?
Fitz suddenly realized he would burn the world for the woman in front of him and he didn't even know her middle name.
He backed from her as if she burned him and she seemed equally shocked.
"Is this why you wanted to fire me?"
Fitz froze and didn't know how to respond but found himself once again in her trance. He was unsure of who made the move first but her small hand was soon in his.
"Follow me." He whispered, cautiously moving down the hall and hoping like hell no one saw them.
She had never been this crazy. Olivia prided herself in her professionalism. About how she could keep a distance from the people she had fixed. There had been many men, both single and married, who tried to get her to break her professionalism with no success. Who had tried to wine and dine her. Who tried to make her break her ice queen persona. She had never taken the bait. She had been with Edison and even that couldn't stop her ambitions and they had broken it off. Nothing stood in the way of doing her job. No one.
Then why was she entering this closet with this man she barely knew? Why was she kissing him passionately as if she had known him forever and missed him for just as long?
Their lips crashed together and her back slammed against the door as he pressed his palms on either side of her head on the door. Her hands where rubbing his back sweetly and then going lower to squeeze his ass aggressively. He growled at that and pulled her away from the door.
"What. Are. We. Doing?" She said as she peppered his lips with her kisses. She felt the buttons of her blouse being unbuttoned and her jacket being removed with quick movements. She felt high. She felt out of control. She felt home.
"You feel so damn good." Fitz whispered as he touched the skin of her stomach.
"Don't call me that here." He warned as he nipped her bottom lip. If anyone else had talked to her in such a way she would have given them a piece of her mind. With him? She felt her sex becoming wet with want.
"Then what do I call you?" She moaned as Fitz's tongue found her pulse point.
"I like Fitz. Fitz." He backed up some and looked her in the eye. "What do I call you?"
She didn't want him to talk anymore as she started working on the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs, and soon his shirt joined her jacket and blouse. Olivia knew the light in the closet was not doing him much justice put she felt down his chest and was delighted in the hair she found there. A sharp breath escaped him as she toyed with his nipples.
"What are you doing to me, Livvie?"
A chill came down her spine at his choice of name and the catch in his voice as he said it. She put her arms around his shoulders and let her fingers play in his hair. He leaned down to kiss her again.
She rode him slowly, as if there was all the time in the world and there were not an army of volunteers, staffers, and campaign managers outside the door going into battle plans for New Hampshire. Her breast shook as he pumped up into her, matching her own rhythm against him. His palms rubbed part of her thigh and then moved to her ass to grip, setting the pace for their lovemaking a bit quicker.
Olivia fingers caressed his chest and Fitz maneuver to sit up. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to hug her to him, her breast touching his chest, her finger entangled in his brown locks. He wanted to look into her eyes . Everything would be better if he could look in her eyes and see her.
"Look at me, Livvie."
She gazed at him with her dark brown eyes and he felt himself becoming undone. He didn't know her but knew her better than anyone. He'd never felt this connection before. He felt her tighten on his cock and knew it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before she became undone too.
"Fitz!" Her fingers scrapped his scalp and he pulled on her to bring her closer to him as they embraced, him still moving against her.
"I want…" Fitz whispered and she knew what he was thinking.
"Shit!" Fitz inhaled and plunged deeper. His eyes squeezed closed and he felt his stomach flip as if he were on a roller coaster and waves and waves of pleasure rippled through him.
They were both still unsure of what had just happen. How they could have done such a thing after just seeing each other for the first time that day. But inside of themselves they knew that it wouldn't stop. That it couldn't stop. They collected their clothes and straightened each other up, her wiping away her lipstick from his well kissed lips, he straightening her blouse as she quickly put it on. Fitz kissed her quickly and then they both went back out into the heat of the campaign.