Executive Orders

CH 03 | A Giving Mood

Harrison had only stayed long enough to finish his wine; a call came for him, after which he'd drained his glass and left with a wink and a smile. Although she knew that Huck and Quinn were still in their offices, that left Olivia alone in hers to sit and sip her wine and think on things she had thought had been left behind in her past.

Those thoughts lingered until her - their - private cell phone had rung and she was reminding him that they needed to be careful - at least for a little while longer.

"I agree, we have to be careful, but does that mean we have to wait? It's been weeks since we've been together."

"I know, Fitz." Olivia said. She missed him too, but for both of them, work had been close to overwhelming. And she had wanted to make sure that Fitz had all the space he needed while he went through the process of finalizing his separation from Mellie. As far as she was concerned, the last thing she wanted was to put her wants and needs on his list of priorities.

"It's barely been two weeks, Fitz." Ten days, but who was counting? "We still have to be careful."

Are you sure that's what you want?" Fitz was asking. "I can do careful. You know I could have you whisked in and out of here and have all traces of your presence erased in a matter of minutes."

His voice dropped and the entire tenor of the conversation changed. "I'm very powerful like that."

Fitz paused purposefully, allowing her to let the idea sink in. "Most women would find that a turn-on."

The suddenly sensual drop in Fitz's rich baritone had Olivia's entire body reacting between one breath and the next. Goosebumps trailed themselves over her skin; without her consciously realizing it, Olivia's tongue slipped out in an attempt to try and moisten her suddenly parched lips.

She tried another angle, since this one was obviously not working. "Fitz, we both have a lot of work to do this evening, you know that, right?"

"I know that and you know that. You were here this earlier during the morning brief so you know my schedule and you know that I know yours." Fitz was relentless. "But Olivia, don't you want to know what you're turning down - what we're both missing?"

"Fitz..."

"Are you going to tell me that you're not missing me the way I'm missing you?"

"Fitz, what are you doing?"

"Let's just say I'm in a very giving mood right this moment. You do know what I'd like to be giving you right now, don't you?"

Olivia's heart had started to pound a little harder, her body flushing, filling with a familiar heat. Not surprisingly, when she spoke, her voice held more than a hint of breathlessness. It's what Fitz had always been able to do with just the power of his voice. Adding deliberate eroticism to his words was blatantly unfair.

But it was clear Fitz had no intentions of playing fair. If she was going to deny him - even if it were for their own good - then obviously he was going to make her pay for it.

"Shhhh..." Fitz hushed her. "I think that you need to know exactly what you're giving up."

"Wh - what I'm giving up?" Unconsciously, her fingers trailed upwards to brush against her lips.

"Well, to start with, if you were to walk through the door to the Oval right now, I wouldn't waste one minute talking. Seconds after the door closed behind you, I'd sweep you up in my arms and have you perched on the edge of my desk. And do you know what I'd want to do next?"

"What?" her voice was just above a whisper, but Olivia was barely conscious of the fact. All of her senses were concentrated on his voice and his words, a powerful combination that had her insides melting her resistance down.