His Possession (OLITZ /Scandal - short stories)

Your Love Is King

A/N: Olivia Reflects on a special night with Fitz.

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I remember the day you told me that your divorce was final. We sank into the plush back seat and you put your arm around my shoulder as the stretch limo pulled away. The tighter you held onto me, the more the thoughts raced through my mind.

I rested my head on you, breathing in your familiar scent. I realized that I missed it when it wasn't around. When we weren't together, I ached for you. I closed my eyes and stayed like that for a while until I felt you ever so gently kiss the top of my head.

I wondered if I'd imagined it for a while, and then you moved my head to look up at you. Our eyes met and for a while, we just stared into each other. You moved toward me so slowly, your pink lips brushed mine softly at first, then a little harder, until I felt your sweet peppermint tongue gently circling inside my mouth. Your taste filled my senses, and I passionately kissed you back.

The night Fitz and I went to dinner and a movie. I figured we'd go on a couple of dates and possibly have sex, but nothing more would develop from it. But after our first date, I realized there was so much more to Fitz.

You listened to me, you asked me about my childhood, and what I wanted out of life. You wanted to know me. After a few dates, I knew I was falling for you.

After a month Fitz confessed that he not only wanted me as a lover, he wanted me to be his friend, his companion. We spent every available moment together, talking, holding, touching, but never having intercourse. Three months later all my primal urges to jump his fit, muscular body and bang him harder than a hurricane does a screen door finally reached its peak. I'm positive the wait has been just as excruciating for him too.

His security walked us to the doorstep of his house and he closed the door behind me. In an instant he had me pressed against the wall. I kissed you and it caught you by surprise. But you got over the shock very fast, responding eagerly. There was no gentleness in the kiss. It was pure stark hunger.

Fitz moved slightly, and my thigh brushed against his manhood. I felt him tighten. My hands found the hem of his shirt and slipped them inside hungrily.

Without a word, he slowly unknotted his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I sucked in my breath at the sight of his beautiful exposed chest and willed myself to be calm. I pulled away from you only to have you pull me back. Now your embrace was tighter and your need could not be denied. Your mouth came down to cover mine, savage and hungry like a starving man at a feast. I felt so good being kissed so forcefully by you; like he was staking his claim.

"Wait," I pleaded, afraid, to give in just yet. The last thing I wanted was for his kids or father to burst into the room and capture me in a compromising position.

My president and boyfriend smirked at me as I cautiously looked over his shoulder at the door. His eyebrows rose along with his smile.

"Only security is here. We finally have the place to ourselves." He reassured me, his eyes dancing passionately over my entire body.

I chuckled. "I like your father, but I thought he'd never leave." My eyes were blazing with joy.

"He likes you too... better than any of my other girlfriends." He scrunched his aristocratic nose, with its regal contours and subtle bridge, hinting at his noble lineage and refined upbringing.

"You've had so many; I'm surprised he's able to keep up," I smirked at him.

His expression changed into something more serious. His cerulean gaze eyes pierced me with unyielding emotion.