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Fitz was home alone, which was nice but at the same time? It was nerve-wracking. He needed someone, needed something to do. That's when his mind began to wander to Olivia. Things with mellie were finally finished, and things were dying down. Truth be told, he needed Olivia Pope in his life. He missed holding her, missed how she felt against him.

So he decided to call her, he could at least hear her voice right?

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"I think that'd be a good idea."

Olivia's voice was a little breathy too. She was thinking about it just as much as he was. There was nothing wrong with a little impulsive, no strings attached sex with the man that she knew she still loved. It was easy for her to justify that they both needed it, and they certainly both wanted it.

"I'll leave the door unlocked and wait for you in the bedroom."

Even as much as she didn't want him to hang up that phone. Although he'd clearly have to, to get to her apartment.

He loved that breathy sound, especially knowing he brought it on. He also knew it could get a lot more breathy, and he planned to make sure it did. He grabbed his keys and peered out the door as he managed to shake any tail. He spoke again once in the clear.

"I can already imagine how wet for me you are going to be. I can't wait to get my hands on you."

He loved the whole hands free thing he could do with his phone. It would allow him to verbally tease her as he made his way to her.

"You're such a fucking tease."

It was said with a light laugh because they were both the same way with each other. Teasing and tempting and playing games. Olivia was just as guilty as Fitz was in that department. That was what made their chemistry so dangerous. They were so very not vanilla.

She slipped her hand into her panties, finding the nub of her clit and beginning to slowly diddle it.

"I know for a fact you've gotten yourself off saying my name."

"Many times Liv. You just get to me and I love it."

He had to adjust himself a little, though added a slight stroke. There was no doubt he would be ready for her. Though both knew they weren't rushing right into the sex. They loved their foreplay.

"You are touching yourself aren't you?"

"Mmhmm."

It came out that way and ended on a soft moan as she felt herself getting aroused. She knew what this was doing to him, because she knew all his preferences and all his kinks. They'd had plenty of time to figure all those out. Like how he sometimes liked to watch and she sometimes let him.

"I hope you're getting here pretty soon or I might get ahead of you."

A smirk. She'd hold herself back to wait for him but that didn't mean she couldn't tease him with the idea of her cumming.

"Fuck, Liv. You know I love it when you cum for me."

He groaned low, husky. He had to shift again as he bit his lip. God she drove him crazy but he loved that she could. He was close, close to get to her and close to straining against his jeans.

"Almost there."

"I'll get the door."

Because she'd forgotten to go unlock it since she'd been too busy flirting with him. She quickly slipped from the bed and bolted to the door, sliding the lock back before she hurried back to the bed. She wanted him to have her for the first time in her bed.

And when he got there, she'd be laid out waiting for him. Olivia didn't think she needed to say anything. It wasn't like he didn't know what she wanted or why she was flushed already.

"I'm here."

He finally hung up and got out of the car. He didn't waste time and walked into her place, locking the door. As he made his way to her bedroom, he was already pulling off his shirt. The moment he walked into the bedroom, his eyes were looking over slowly.

Olivia loved it when he looked at her like that. Who didn't want a man that looked at them that intensely? She looked at him and her lips curved into a small smile, her voice was low and predatory.

"Are you going to help me or do I have to finish myself?"

Not that he hadn't had it both ways before. Or that he hadn't had her on more than a few flat surfaces in this apartment before. She was giving him the choice of what he wanted.

"Oh no, you are not going to cum without me making you do so."

He walked over to the bed, letting his hand slide up along her leg as he did. She was breath taking and beautiful. Even more so because she was here for him, she was his to touch this way.

"So fucking beautiful."

He slipped out of his jeans, and she could see through his boxers how aroused he was for her.

"You're never short of a compliment, Fitz."

It was true. Many politicians were charming (it seemed to be in the job description) but he'd always been ridiculously so. He had charisma in spades. Even Olivia couldn't resist him, no matter how much she tried. She sat up to pull the nightgown over her head and toss it somewhere off the bed. Sliding over so that he could join her there.

"All true Liv."

He slipped out of his boxers, letting his cock spring free from the confines of their fabric. He slipped into bed beside her, hand slipping down over the lace still covering her pussy. He could feel how wet it was as he stroked over her swelling lips. He leaned down and kissed her, it wasn't a soft kiss nor a hard kiss, but however it was full of a passion he only had for her.

She was kissing him back from the moment their lips met. Maybe even a little more desperate considering she'd nearly died that day. Without breaking the kiss she wrapped one arm around him, keeping his body close to hers. So close that her breasts rubbed against his chest as they moved together.

Her other hand reached down and wordlessly she tugged her panties to the side, exposing her wet, swollen pussy for his fingers. Taking his hand in hers she guided two of his fingers inside her, gasping against his mouth as they slipped in.

His fingers began moving in and out of her slowly, god she was so wet for him. It made him groan against her lips. He loved the feel of her breasts rubbing against his chest, he could feel her nipples harden as she became more aroused.

He took her hand and slid it down over his stomach placing it over her hardening cock. He loved feeling her hands on him, and knew she loved feeling what was all hers in the palm of her hand.

She was definitely not complaining. Olivia's hand wrapped fully around his erection and she began to jerk him off at the same pace his fingers were pumping inside her. She wasn't shy either, moaning and breathing harder against his mouth between their heated kisses.

"You're leaking all over my hand," she told him huskily, as his pre-cum began to drip onto her. "You're always such a mess." Smirking a little because that was not the only thing he'd ever gotten on her before.

"Mm maybe I am, but you love knowing it's all for you."

Said as she was leaking around his fingers, smirking in return. Oh he wasn't the only one leaking and if he was a little smug about it? Well it came from a place of love, because he did love her.

"Not the only one leaking."

"I didn't say you were."

She nipped his lower lip at that.

"How long you going to keep teasing me?"

He growled a little playfully, nipping her lip back. His fingers slid out of her, easing her panties off. He kissed her again.

"Not much longer. I need you too much."

"I love it when you say that." Because Olivia did. She liked being wanted. Liked being cared about. Even if sometimes he could get a little out of control. But then again so could she. They'd both done things to hurt each other and probably always would. She knew they'd never have the happy ending that he kept thinking they would have. Even if she didn't want to tell him that.

He believed they would, he'd make them work. He knew they could, they had a chemistry he had with no one else. His hands slid up along her sides as he moved on top of her slowly. Their bodies fitting together perfectly as he kissed her slowly. His cock brushed against her pussy slowly.

Olivia didn't agree with him but now wasn't the time to debate. It wasn't the time to argue. As he rolled on top of her she just wrapped her arms around him and smiled up at him. Forgetting everything else, just remembering that he loved her and she couldn't help but love him. Those words were on the tip of her tongue, too, but she didn't want to say them, didn't want to admit that she needed him and so they'd always be caught up in the drama of this forbidden relationship.

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