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AN: This is a story about Fitz developing an obsession for Olivia. It will be dark and contain tons of angst. If you're looking for something fluffy and light-hearted, stop now. Anyways, if you're still with me, I hope you like it!

TW: Dark/Possessive Fitz and Amour Fou

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita." - Vladimir Nabokov

'He's staring again,' thought Olivia as she lowered her eyes to the ground. She didn't have to do much contemplation to know why he was glaring at her so intensely. She had just rejected his advances last night for the third time. However, even though his ogling was fairly commonplace, this time it felt different. It felt like he was trying to burn her with his gaze.

"Liv are you there?", asked Cyrus attempting to bring her out of her stupor. They were analyzing the latest polling data and strategizing about the next state that Fitz should campaign in. While Fitz was ahead of Reston by a wide margin, they still needed to energize the rust belt states to secure a victory. Thus Cyrus, Olivia, and key strategists created a plan for how Fitz should campaign in those states.

"I'm listening," steadily replied Olivia as to not convey her nervousness about Fitz's proximity to her. Throughout the course of the conference he had gradually inched closer to her and firmly settled his hand on her thigh. Anytime she attempted to move her thigh away, he would dig his fingernails into her soft brown flesh and send her warning look. Mellie sat across from them pretending that she didn't notice her husband's treatment toward his campaign fixer. However, she had noticed it the moment Olivia Pope joined their campaign 6 months ago.

After Olivia's startling deconstruction of their relationship, Fitzgerald had become fixated on her. Regardless of where he was or who was in the room, his eyes would seek her out. At first, Mellie had deluded herself into thinking that this was a mere infatuation, but her veil of delusion quickly evaporated. She distinctly remembered a time when they were in an elevator and each time Olivia made the slightest movement Fitz would unconsciously mirror it. It reminded Mellie of her dad telling her that when hunting she should observe every single move the prey made as to later ensnare and kill it. Needless to say, based on Fitz's behaviour she was quite concerned for Olivia.

"So I was thinking that we start campaigning in Pennsylvania then work our way to Ohio and Michigan," proposed Cyrus confidently.

"That doesn't make sense, it's almost unheard of for those states to go a conservative," rebuked Olivia.

"Well unheard of doesn't mean impossible think about it Liv, these states are filled to the brim with blue-collar workers who feel disenfranchised by NAFTA and the mainstream democratic party. If we can just convince them, that Fitz plans to get their manufacturing jobs back then we could not only penetrate the blue wall but also set a new precedent. By being the first conservatives to utilize the populism that democrats have had a monopoly on since FDR," finished Cyrus slightly out of breath. He quickly took a sip out of the fruit infused water canteen that James had prepared for him.

Though Olivia hated to be wrong she had to admit that Cyrus had a point. If Fitz could effectively energize the working class then his approval numbers with poor whites (his weakest demographic) would drastically increase. He would just need to be charismatic, persuasive, and passionate all characteristics that seemed to embody Fitzgerald Grant the III.

'Maybe that's how he's able to convince people he's so harmless,' Olivia thought grimly. At first, she had considered Fitz's behaviour towards her friendly albeit to a slightly inappropriate extent. Though over the last couple of months she had seen his carefully constructed facade diminish when he was with her. His startling ability to keep his dark nature concealed under an amiable countenance frightened her. Fitz's hand had progressively inched closer to her crotch, and he now lightly stroked over the front of her cotton panties.

"I think that's a brilliant plan, we should discuss how we're going to execute it tomorrow," Fitz piped up with a note of finality in his voice. He then proceeded to get up and walk out of the room.

"Well I guess that's it for today folks," sighed Cyrus as he erased the white board. While Cyrus greatly admired Fitz, at times he showed him such callous disregard that he wondered why he even bothered with him instead of pursuing his own political career. Then he remembered that he didn't have the looks nor the spouse to clinch an election. Thus, the greatest achievement that Cyrus could obtain was being able to live vicariously through Fitz by influencing his decisions.

As everyone was leaving the room, Mellie gently grabbed Olivia's hand and apprehended her. Once everyone had left, she turned to the young woman with a sympathetic look on her face.

"I know how Fitz treats you and I'm genuinely sorry that I can't do anything about it," Mellie admitted with a torn look on her face.

Olivia looked at her in alarm and attempted to defend herself, but Mellie held up her hand to silence her.

"You don't have to deny it I've seen the way he looks at you, and I know you're not reciprocating. I'm just going to say this once. As much as it crushes me as a woman and his wife to tell you this, he will not stop until he gets what he wants. Fitzgerald was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and this twisted conception that he was entitled to anything he desired. Dear, regardless of how many times you deny him, it would only increase his lust for you. Olivia I know I've only known you for less than a year but I think that it's in your best interests to leave this campaign as soon as possible and book a ticket back to New York. If Cyrus becomes suspicious tell him that you couldn't toss up that six figure salary at Goldman Sachs. Whatever, the reason pack your bags as soon as possible and leave the hotel as discreetly as you can," compelled Mellie.

"Mellie I don't know what to say," said Olivia shell-shocked.

"You don't have to say anything dear just get out while you still can," replied the astute brunette.

"Thank-you, I'll book a ticket as soon as I can. Also, I know a man named Leo Bergen a litigator in DC, who would love the chance to run a presidential campaign. I'll send his contact info to you, as soon as I land in New York," responded Olivia as she dashed out of the room. Mellie soon followed her and the two ladies took the elevator up to their floor.

However, what they didn't know is that Fitz had been privy to their entire conversation.

Olivia packed her suitcase with fierce rapidity. She folded all of her clothes, then compiled her toiletries into a smaller compartment. Then, she contacted Huck and asked him to book her a flight for the earliest trip to Manhattan. After she ended the call she proceeded to scribble a quick note to Cyrus, explaining why she left and that she was terribly disappointed that she wouldn't get to see the campaign to the end. She finished it off by wishing the team luck, took a shower, and grabbed her bags. Olivia turned off the light to her room and opened the door. As she shut the door, a deep baritone voice startled her out of her reverie.

"Going somewhere?"

AN: Hey! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please review and tell me what you thought. I only have a vague idea of where I'm going with this, so I'm definitely open to your ideas:)

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