His Possession (OLITZ /Scandal - short story)

He Messed Around and Found Out

Jake does not play fair, neither does Fitz...

It was the last day in the cozy cabin in the woods, and President Fitz was up to something. Olivia had gone shopping in town, blissfully unaware of the secret that had turned their romantic retreat into a surveillance site. Fitz had discovered a well-hidden camera with a mic in the living room, a testament to the cunning of Jake Ballard, his CIA operative-turned-romantic rival.

As Fitz held the tiny device in his hand, he couldn't help but smirk. His security team had swept the cabin thoroughly, yet here was this spy gadget, hidden expertly. Only Jake could pull off such a stunt. Fitz knew he couldn't prove it was Jake, but he had a better idea. If Jake wanted to watch, Fitz would give him a show.

When Olivia returned, bags in hand, she found Fitz lounging on the couch with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, Liv," he said, patting the spot next to him. "Come here, I missed you." She tilted her head, peering curiously into his wintry blue eyes, with a hint of pale umber around the pupils to give them warmth. His regal features held a mischievous smirk.

Oblivious to the camera, Olivia set her bags down and joined him, snuggling close. "Missed you too. What's up with that look on your face?"

"Oh, nothing," Fitz replied, trying to hide his grin. "Just thinking about how much I love you. And how much I want to make the most of our last day here." His eyes roamed over her petite frame, becoming dark, reverent, and lustful.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "In the living room? Really, Fitz?"

"Absolutely," he said, leaning in for a kiss. "The living room has its... charms."

With Olivia in his arms, Fitz glanced subtly towards the camera's hidden spot, then back to her. He pulled her close, his hands wandering, and whispered in her ear, "Let's make this a day to remember."

As they kissed, Fitz couldn't help but chuckle internally, knowing Jake was probably watching this unfold. He decided to turn up the heat. "You know, Liv," he said between kisses, "I think we should try something new today."

"Oh?" Olivia responded, her curiosity piqued. "What did you have in mind?"

"How about we... redecorate?" Fitz suggested, his hands slowly lifting her shirt. "Maybe start with moving the furniture around. Like this couch, for example." His fingers languidly trace invisible lines up the slit of her skirt.

Olivia laughed, her confusion growing. "Redecorate? Now?"

"Sure, why not?" Fitz replied, trying to keep a straight face. "We should, uh, break in every piece of furniture, don't you think?"

"But you're looking at me like I'm a snack." She said before yanking him by his collar, bringing him close, and kissing him fervently.

Damn, Olivia was... thorough. She finally let him go, licking her lips, leaving Fitz completely out of breath, for a moment he almost forgot...

When Fitz lets out a primal growl his intentions become clearer, and Olivia's laughter fills the room. "You are something else, Fitz. But if you insist..." She pulled him in suddenly grabbed him and pulled him against her.

And so, the impromptu "redecorating" began. His gaze on her is unwavering and intense, the entire air became freshened with an unexplained sensuality as Fitz fondled her, coaxing her to undress.

Her hips swayed hypnotically as she removed her skirt, her perfect ass facing the camera she does not know is there. Fitz found himself memorized by the vision. For a few moments, he sat frozen on the couch, his heart pounding frantically until she gracefully moved to him. She sprawled out on the couch, her legs open giving him a perfect view of everything he desires.