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When Fitz and Olivia see the Declaration of Independence

"What are we doing here?" Olivia stepped up next to Fitz. He was standing in a special exhibit at the Lincoln Memorial.

"It's the Declaration of Independence." He whispered.

Olivia's eyes swiveled down. Indeed it was the document. And it was open, exposed to air, "Wow," she murmured, "that's"

"Incredible. And it's my job to protect that. Do you want to touch it?" Fitz faced her slightly, his hand still hovering over the old parchment.

Olivia's eyes widened, "No! Absolutely not!"

"Come on, Livie, only a half a dozen people have touched it in the last two centuries. Do you want to be one?" He coaxed her.

Her eyes narrowed, "No, you touch it."

"I already did. I was number seven." He puffed his chest out proudly.

Her mouth dropped open, "You didn't wait for me."

He chuckled at her change in attitude, "It's the Declaration of Independence, of course I didn't wait."

"Fine." She smiled in awe as her pointer finger lightly skimmed over the fragile parchment, finally letting all five fingers touch it, "Wow." She murmured again.

His hand slid over hers, "I love you, Olivia."

She looked up at him, her fingers still on the parchment, his intertwined with hers, "I love you too, Fitzgerald." She whispered back.

Olivia turned slightly in his arms, their fingers still twined together. "You really love me?" Fitz asked, his free hand raising to gently stroke the apple of her cheek, "Truly?"

She nodded, turning her head in his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm, "I do, Fitz. I just don't know how we can keep doing this. You're watched everywhere and"

"And we will figure this out." He promised. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over hers. It was just supposed to be a light kiss, a promise of better things in the future, but Olivia latched onto to the collar of his winter coat, hauling him against her and tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth. He growled, moving them away from the open document, "You're playing with fire, Olivia." He warned.

"You want to get burned." Her reply was breathier than she intended when her back suddenly hit the large marble statue of President Lincoln. She hadn't even realized how far they moved from the document. They were now completely obscured by the shadows. The discreet Secret Service Agents would never even be able to see them.

His hands slipped under her cream colored coat, seeking out her blouse so he could untuck it. She arched into him when his hands slid up her back, "Perhaps I do." He assented. He pressed her against the statue. "I want you, Liv. We should" he was going to pull away and say they should go. He was sure they could find somewhere with a bed. Perhaps the Blair House or her apartment.

Reaching out, Olivia pulled him back into her, raising one leg to wrap around his hip. "We should stay right here." She murmured, tangling her hands in his hairs and tugging his lips down to hers. "We should stay here and you should fuck me right now."

He groaned, her crass words and the way she rocked into him sending a bolt of lust straight to his groin. "Are you sure, Liv? I don't want you to think that"

"Stop," she pressed a finger to his lips, "don't think, just act." She was all in now. She'd told him she loved him. There was no backing down now.

Fitz reached between them, finding the belt to her slacks, slowly unbuttoning them. Olivia kicked off one heel so she could get a leg free, but before she could do any of that, his hand was right there, pressing against her, his fingers just teasing her sopping flesh. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips rocking into his hand, "There's a good girl," he cooed, "ride my fingers, Livie, I want to see you come." He whispered darkly in her ear, plunging two fingers into her and curling them until he found that spot that made her see stars.

She did as he bid, riding his hand wantonly until she was jerking his head to hers so their kiss could stifle her moan. When she sagged forward, she murmured, "Damn."

He chuckled, pulling his hand out and licking his fingers clean, humming as the unique taste of her bloomed on his tongue. He just couldn't get enough of her. "A good damn I hope." He murmured.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and honest, "It always is with you, Fitz." She whispered.

His forehead dropped to hers, "I know what you mean, Olivia. There's just something here." He whispered. She let out a little whine when she felt his erection pressing into her. She rocked her hips up and he groaned, "You're so impatient."

"You feel so good." She murmured, "I want to feel you again." She begged, "Please, Fitz?"

Growling, he yanked her into another kiss, his hands fumbling with his belt as she yanked one leg out of her pants and panties. She had her leg propped back up on his hip just as his cock sprang free. He groaned and pumped himself a few times, "You're sure, Olivia?" He asked again, tipping her chin up to catch her gaze.

"God, just fuck me already, Fitz." She reached down, squeezing his ass and pulling him forward. They both groaned together when he was fully seated inside of her.

"Hang on." He muttered in her ear as he lifted her completely off the ground. He pounded her into the side of Lincoln's statue, the only sounds around them the slapping of skin and their harsh breaths. She bit down on his neck when she came and her tight walls milked him dry, pulling him under with her.

It took them a few minutes to finally catch their breath and right their clothes. They used the time to press sluggish kisses to whatever skin they could reach. When they were both redressed, Fitz chuckled, "That was the most reckless thing I've ever done." He admitted, "You're incredible, Olivia. And I love you."

She rocked up to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you, too, Fitz."

When they emerged from the shadows, the agents discreetly looked away, pretending they didn't just hear what had taken place. Olivia looked over her shoulder as she stepped into her car, the towering form of Lincoln staring back at her. One thing was for sure, she would never look at this monument the same way ever again.

SCANDAL

XOXO

MAS