A/N: Fuck it all! YES I wrote myself into this story because "There's hope"

He just took my ear sex virginity! His voice ALONE can perform tele-cum-esis. Geezus! Anyway, lemme quit before I have an accident ;)

Oh btw, I had already speculated on what the masturbating phone call was before and I feel like it was probably something similar to what happened on the show last nights. So this is basically a different version of my first interpretation. The regular font is present day phone call, the italics are the flashback sexing that goes along with the phone call because let's be honest…this probably isn't the only time they've talked about hope for themselves and what it means. For my sake we're going to pretend he did. Hopefully it's not too confusing for you guys.

I pause right outside of his office door, fist raised, ready to knock, but something tells me to stop. I don't know what or why but I'm glad I do. His voice is deep and low. Pressing my ear up against the door, I can barely make out what he's saying. He must be on the phone with someone. Knowing him, it can only be one person: Olivia Pope. A part of me is jealous that she could have him if she wanted him. Another if dumbfounded as to why she's always running from the walking sex that is Fitzgerald Grant III. As far as I'm concerned the only time she should run is during sex. Especially if he's as rough as I imagine him to be. If I were her, I'd permanently be attached to him, by the waist of course.

I catch myself humming "Pony" by Ginuwine. Let me stop before I get all hot and bothered, or worst, busted. Shaking my head, I press my ear back to the door and listen to his end of the conversation…

Inside:

Fitz is standing next to one of the couches in his office, holding a glass of scotch. "I'm in a, well let's just say, I'm in a giving mood tonight. So first, I'd take off all your clothes. I wouldn't kiss you, not yet. I'd make you wait for that."

Olivia held the phone to her ear as she sat on the side of the bed. She was tempted to hang up until he said he'd take off all of her clothes. She thought back to the first time they had sex in the Oval Office; it was his inauguration night. Earlier that day they had talked about whether they thought there was really hope for them. He promised to show her later that night and that he did.

He needed her in the most intimate of ways. His body was aching for hers ever since he placed the call to her office. Here she was, finally, in front of him. He moved forward, causing her to have to back up. Once her butt hit his desk, she froze. She knew there was nowhere for her to go. But if he came any closer she'd be tempted to jump on him.

"Stop," she said.

"No." He gently used his body to push her into the desk, knocking over stuff in the process.

"Stop. Stop," she repeated. He was a man on a mission.

"No," he said again.

"Stop, Fitz. Fitz!"

This time she managed to push him off of her. Her eyes were drawn to his erection, straining against his pants. She finally managed to raise her eyes up to meet his. He gave her his signature "I can make you cum just by looking at you" smirk. She hated it because she knew it was true. Looking at him, she was starting to forget why she stopped him in the first place.

"We can't stop. I can't. You're the most important person in my life. I can't just stop. Can you?"

Did he really just ask me that? She thought. She knew she wouldn't stop till the cops came knocking and maybe not even then. Maybe if the world was ending…maybe.

He knows the effect his words have on her. Her lids lower and he watches her chest heaving. This time when he advances she makes no attempt to protest. He strategically places kisses along her body as he lowers himself onto his knees. She holds her breath as his hand disappears under her dress. His fingers ghost over her sex and her head falls back. He can already feel her wetness soaking her panties, running down her thighs. Pulling them down her smooth legs, he waits for her to step out of them before standing up in front of her again. Her hands go straight to his belt and start to unbuckle it. Get this shit out of the way, she thinks.

She starts to struggle just a little and looks down. He pulls her face back up and finishes taking off his belt and pants himself. She pulls his member out of his boxers and starts to stroke him slowly. Her soft hands make it hard for him to concentrate and he unconsciously thrusts into her hands as she spreads her legs wider to bring his body closer.

He grabs her wrists and shakes his head no. She looks at him, confused. If he chose this moment to come to his sense he's going to need more than the all of the armed forces he has at his disposal to stop her from killing him.

He pulls her off the desk and turns her body around so that she's facing away from him. Placing one hand between her shoulder blades, he pushes her forward so that he can unzip the back of her dress. He watches, mesmerized, as more and more of her skin peeks through. He pulls her up and turns her back around. She waits patiently for him to peel the dress off. It falls around her feet and he holds her hands as she steps out of it. He's getting a little impatient so he unfastens her bra and yanks it off in less than five seconds.

"Leave on your heels," he commands.

"Then, once I had you naked, I'd spread you out on that desk so I could see you," Fitz said. He turned, remembering their first time as well.

Olivia is hanging on every word that leaves his mouth.

She shivers in anticipation of his next move. He pulls her body against his, leaning in. But he doesn't kiss her. He wraps her arms around his neck before picking her up. He stands there for a minute, cupping the soft skin of her bottom. When he lays her on the desk, she tries to rise up on her elbows so he forces her flat on her back.

His hand moves down her stomach. He feels her muscles contract under his touch. The fact that he has this much of an effect on her makes him smile.

She's watching him as his eyes follow the path his hand is leading. When he reaches her sex he licks his lips.

"Every inch of you," said Fitz. He can see her lying on his desk now as if she's really there. He starts walking around to the other side. He can hear her starting to fidget through the phone.

Olivia clenches her thighs together but it doesn't help. She crosses and uncrosses her legs. Either it's her imagination or it's getting really hot in here. It's probably all of the clothes she's wearing.

She's barely 5'3 but her legs look like they go on for days. He suddenly has the urge to feel those legs draped over his shoulders. But only after he's tasted every inch of her.

"And then I'd start at the bottom, and I'd work my way up," said Fitz. "Slowly, deliberately, so you fully understood the choice in front of you." He's standing in his favorite spot by the window.

Olivia can barely focus on anything but breathing normally. In and out. Shit, wrong thought.

He grabs one leg and raises it up into the air. Thank God for Pilates, he thinks. He plans to use her flexibility to his advantage. He starts at her ankles, kissing and nipping. Then he moves up to her calves, alternating between each leg, dragging his lips up her skin with each kiss. His tongue would flick out occasionally, leaving a trail of wetness up her legs. She never knew the back of her knees were so sensitive until he dipped his tongue into the bend of it.

She almost couldn't believe how turned on she was. Olivia thought she might die of pleasure when he finally reached her core. God please don't let me die…at least not until he does that thing with his tongue on my clit, she prayed.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when he bit down on her upper thigh. That was definitely going to leave a mark. He had done it on purpose.

Once he reached the apex of her thighs, he stopped. He was waiting on her to open her eyes and look at him. She tried to open her eyes but she could feel his breath on her clit. It was a struggle not to cum from that sensation alone.

"Liv," he said. As he spoke he let his lips brush over her clit. He watched her squeeze her eyes closed tighter. Her hands were balled into fists at her side.

"Open your eyes," he said, licking up her slit between each word.

She banged both fists on the desk. He smiled. Just as she was about to speak he pursed his lips, slowly moving them back and forth over her sex. Up until now, she had been holding her legs up but they went limp.

This time he slowly licked up her slit. Her mouth fell open. His tongue never left her body, going up and down. Faster and harder. He teased her a bit more. Swirling his tongue around her clit. She started to moan as he sucked her bud into his mouth, tugging gently. All of those years of Spanish finally paid off as his tongue fluttered rapidly over her clit.

At this point she had one hand in her hair and his, ready to pull out both.

He slid one finger inside of her, then two. He loved how tight she was. How she seemed to be made specifically for him. He curled his fingers, hitting her spot just right. She was so close to coming and then he stopped.

"So you fully realize just what you were giving up." He's moving to his chair. He almost smiles at the memory of the time they had sex there.

Olivia is trying to convince herself that's she's only unbuttoning her coat to try and cool off. Or that she's only horny because it's been a little while since she last had sex.

"Fitz?" she asked. "What the fuck?"

He was leaning on his arms, over her body. There was that smirk again. He didn't speak. He stared intensely at her lips, her breasts, her sex, and finally her eyes.

She knew what he wanted. But she was Olivia Pope and Olivia Pope did not beg. She folded her arms across her chest with a daring look on her face. He stepped back, folding his arms as well. He could be stubborn too.

No one moved for a full minute. Then she bent her legs, placing her high heel clad feet up on the desk. Using one hand to spread her sex open, she made eye contact with him as her other hand began to play with her clit. His jaw clenched. She kept on, finally dipping one finger inside her core.

He let out a low growl. She wasn't about to do his job. He planned to finish what he started. He watched her work for a little bit longer, enjoying the view, before grabbing both wrists and pinning them above her head.

He moved his shirt out of the way and grabbed his member, teasing her with the tip. Up, down. She was so wet and slippery; her juices were coating the head of his member. Neither of them could take anymore so he finally pushed all of the way in, releasing her hands. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down as he started to thrust into her. He went torturously slow at first, gradually increasing his pace with long, hard strokes. One hand was rubbing her nub, the other was holding her breast as he licked and bit her nipple. She wanted him to kiss her. She pulled his head up but he moved to the side of her head to nibble on her earlobe. When she tried to grab his face he moved down to her neck. He started to suck on the skin, trailing hickeys up from the base of her throat.

It felt good as fuck but it still wasn't what she craved.

"Please," she whispered. "Please." She was starting to whimper.

"Please what?" he asked, not once slowing down his pace.

"Kiss…me."

"Kiss you where?"

"Lips. Plea…" That's all she managed to get out. He was pounding into her with such force he had to grab her shoulders to hold her in place.

"Okay," he said. But he kept going.

Her words were no longer coherent. Then her body froze, mouth wide open. He pulled out quickly and latched his mouth onto her core, lapping up every last drop. He didn't stop until she came down of her orgasmic high, all while stroking himself.

Panting, she finally said, "I didn't… mean… there."

"I know," he smirked. He moved back up her body and stopped when his lips met hers. "I wanted to hear you beg first." He wasted no time sticking his tongue in her mouth, letting her taste herself.

"And then once you were begging, because I wouldn't stop until you were begging, I'd finally kiss you. On the mouth. So you could taste yourself," Fitz said. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. It was no secret that he had the kind of voice that could coax an orgasm out of a woman with just the word "Hi". He placed his feet up on the desk; he was enjoying this. "And then…" He paused, waiting to see if he had her full attention.

"And then what?" Olivia asked. Her right hand was alternating between pinching and rubbing her nipple through her clothes. She just needed a few more seconds and then she knew she'd find her release.

"That depends on how much hope there is." Fitz smirked, hanging up the phone. There was no way he was going to let her get off and he not join her. All he had to do now was wait. If he knew Olivia like he thinks he does, she'll be there. Soon!

My eyes were wide as I covered my mouth to muffle my scream. Holy shit, I thought. In my excitement I had unconsciously grabbed the knob. The more I heard the more tense I became until apparently I had twisted the doorknob. Next thing I knew, I fell into the room. He looked up, surprised. I blushed, mumbling something about there being hope and flew out of the room like he was about to sex me and I was running from the dick. He should be glad I managed to keep my clothes on; I know I am. How the fuck am I supposed to face him tomorrow morning? That's when I look up and see a flustered looking Olivia speed walking down the hall.

One of us won't be able to walk in the morning, I thought.

P.s. This isn't it. I might let them actually have sex in another chapter. Maybe. Depends on what you guys think! And I know I have a story dedicated to one shots, if you read it, but I felt like this one should stand alone because well…ya know.