Disclaimer: All rights belong to Shonda Rhimes...I'm simply borrowing the characters for my own dirty desires. I promise to clean them up and wipe them off when I'm done.

A/N - I had these as separate"one shots" but I decided to put them all together so it would be easier to find them. There will be more to follow.

Chapter One - Christening The Oval Office

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

The look in her eyes was all the answer he needed. Fitz pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. His need for her spilled through him, fuelled by his desire to claim her as his own. His tongue slid along her lips, beseeching entrance, demanding submission. This was his woman. She was his reason for being. She was his everything and he needed her now more than ever.

When Fitz lifted his head, Olivia let out a hungry moan. She slipped her hand behind his nape and pulled him back in for another kiss. Fitz made a sound, low and deep in his throat as he pulled her tightly to him.

She fit against him as if they were made for one another. Her soft supple breasts rested quite nicely against his hard chest. His hands gripped her body and he felt a surge of need to fill her with his flesh. This wasn't just about proving that she wanted him too. It was way beyond that.

Fitz swept everything in arm's reach off the desk and onto the floor, all without breaking their kiss. There was nothing on his desk more important than the person in his arms. Gripping the hem of Olivia's dress, he pulled the white material up until it bunched at her waist, before setting her down on the desk. Only then did he reluctantly pull away from her tempting mouth.

The sound of bated breath filled the room as they stared wordlessly at one another. Her lips were swollen, her eyes were glazed over, and her breasts seemed to be straining to break free of the dress that confined them. All in all, Fitz would have to say she'd never looked lovelier. Or sexier.

He placed his hands on Olivia's beautiful brown thighs and wedged her legs apart. He'd be a liar if he said this wasn't what he had in mind when he called her. To be honest, he couldn't think of a better way to break in his new office. The Resolute desk wasn't the most romantic place to do this nor was it the classiest, but it was handy, acessible, and able to support what he had in mind which was to fuck her. Plain and simple….