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AN: So since we are in a Fitz and Liv drought (thanks Shonda) I figured we could all use a little time with our favorite couple. I hope you guys enjoy.

"Let's play a game," Fitz whispered into her ear seductively.

"No," Olivia responded, stepping away from him and the trembles he caused to race up her spine just from proximity alone.

She was well aware of where they were and why he couldn't whisper things to her like he just did. It was the night of his Inaugural Ball and they were in the living quarters of the White House as they awaited Mellie to finally come out. Olivia had been ready an hour ago. She had chosen a simple but elegant cream Versace dress. It was demure until she turned around and her entire back was exposed. Fitz had run his hand across her lower back several times already and she was fighting to remain passive. He had chosen a classic black tux and with his curls gelled back, he looked magnificently handsome.

Cyrus and the kids weren't too far away and Olivia didn't want to risk getting caught by anyone. Especially not on this night. Still, she did love their little games. They were always insanely pleasurable and she almost let her curiosity get the better of her.

"Don't you even want to know what the game entails?" He had stepped even closer than before and again ran his hand over the smooth expanse of her lower back.

Of course she did. "No," was again her response as she stepped back until she hit the wall behind her.

In an effort to make it seem as though they were having a friendly conversation, Fitz backed off some and put his hands in his pockets in order to keep from touching her. Convincing her was going to be harder than he thought, but no one would ever make the mistake of saying he wasn't up to a challenge.

"What if we place a bet on the winner of this game?" he challenged, knowing that her competitive nature would make it impossible to say no.

She bit her lower lip in contemplation. She so very much wanted to play this game, not even knowing what it was, but she also knew it could prove to be very dangerous. Her curiosity finally won the war and she asked him what the game and its prize was.

"There is a box in my office that holds the contents that you will need to play the game. As for the prize, well if you can resist me all night, then you get to have control. If I win, you have to come with me to London next month."

Although they had been carrying on this affair for a few months now, Fitz always had control when it came to sex. It was always when, how, and as many times as he wanted her. It was extremely pleasurable, but she had been itching to see how far she could push his buttons. There was no way she could pass this up.

"You, Mr. President, have a deal." They shook hands as they always did when they had a bet going and Olivia excused herself to go see what was in the package on the desk.

Going down the hall and opening the door on the right, she spotted a little brown box in the middle of his desk and went to open it. Pulling up the tabs, she was immediately confused as to what she saw lie nestled in pink tissue paper. It looked like an ordinary pair of black lace panties. When she picked them up, the weight of them in her hand gave her a clue as to what they really were. Running her finger along the crotch of them, she felt the device that would be her downfall tonight. These panties vibrated and without even thinking about it, she slipped off her own underwear and pulled the lace ones up. God help her.

Fitz knew it was devious not to fully divulge the aspects of their game, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty for not doing so. The idea came to him out the blue and he wanted to see his usually in control Olivia, become the wild seductress he knew and loved from just a slide of his thumb. He had the remote in his pocket and he couldn't wait to see her squirm while she worked the room tonight.

She came back from his office a few minutes later and the look she gave him let him know that she was wearing the panties. She walked cautiously, afraid that with every step, he was going to unleash pleasure that brought her to her knees. But he wasn't going to do it here. He was going to do it when she least expected it, when she thought that he had given up on their little game.

Mellie came out from the bedroom, dressed to the nines in a custom Vera Wang evening gown. Fitz took her hand and led her out to the car as his children, Olivia, and Cyrus followed suit. As he settled into the limo, he wondered just how long it would be before Olivia was begging him to take her.

It was about half way through the night and Fitz still hadn't started their game. Olivia had talked, laughed, and danced with many people so far, but no matter what she was doing, she was acutely aware of every single move he made. Whenever he slid his hand in his pocket, she would brace herself for what was sure to come next. When nothing did, she would exhale and continue on doing whatever it was she was doing.

"May I have this dance?" a deep voice boomed behind her as a new, but familiar song started to play.

It was their song. Hers and Edison's, and as he stood behind her chair, she knew he wasn't going to relent until she agreed. So she placed her hand in his, and Edison led her out on to the dance floor. They swayed to the music and he told her how beautiful she looked.

"We were good together Liv. Maybe we should try again. What do you think?" He smiled his award-winning smile that she had long since become immune to and dropped his hand lower on her back.

"Edison I…" she was cut off as intense pleasure assailed her system. She should have known he'd pick this time that her guard was down.

The music covered up the vibrating sound as the low flutter was kicked up into a buzzing frenzy. She had to bite her lip to not let the moan escape as the vibrating continued. Her nails dug into Edison's suit jacket and she was on the verge of coming when it finally stopped.

"Are you okay?" Edison asked, completely oblivious to what was going on.

Olivia nodded and looked around for Fitz, finding him with his back turned, talking to the President of France about fifty feet away. She walked away from Edison, hoping to get to a safe zone before Fitz began again. About ten minutes later, she was talking to a Senator when she felt it again. This time she had to grip the table she standing next to in order not to sink to floor from the powerful sensations coursing through her. Her eyes were watering and she was having a hell of a time trying to appear normal when it finally stopped. Again Fitz was talking to someone with her backed turned to her and his hand casually in his pocket.

Over the course of the next hour, Fitz would toy with her five more times. Once when she was talking to former President Clinton, again when she was talking to Bishop T.D Jakes, and even when she was talking to Mellie. He was relentless in trying to get her to lose and he was really close to getting her to do just that. She was so wet that she was shocked the panties hadn't electrocuted her by now. She had thrown him countless hungry looks and had lost track of number of orgasms he withheld from her.

The whole night they hadn't really been in each other's space until now. He gripped her waist and pulled her closer while they danced to some nameless tune. If she thought he wouldn't play with her now, she was wrong. He turned the vibrator on full blast and she couldn't contain the whimpers springing forth. She dug her hands into his jacket to stay upright when his gray ears connected with hers.

"Please," she begged, not knowing if it was for him to stop or to keep going.

"Please what," he asked, not looking at her so that they wouldn't be too suspicious.

He was torturing her, plain and simple. His hand subtly grazed her ass and he pressed his erection into her stomach and all the while, the buzzing continued. She was getting close, so close, and all she wanted right now was for him to be inside of her.

"You win. I need you now. Please."She didn't even recognize her own voice as she whined out what he needed to hear.

"There's a small office right outside this ballroom. Go there and wait for me." His voice was gruff with desire and she wasted no time doing what he asked, not caring how it would look.

The office was dark and Olivia was fumbling around for a light when the door opened and closed behind her. She didn't have time to find the switch before he had her backed into wall. His lips found hers and she all but devoured his mouth. His hands went to her thighs and wound them around his waist as he ground his erection into her core.

"You've driven me crazy all night," Olivia moaned as his fingers delved into her panties.

"I thought it was only fair for you to see how I feel every day," he replied as he plunged his fingers in and out of her warmth. "God, I need to taste you."

He pulled his fingers out and kissed down her body before coming in contact with her hot sex. At the first lick, Olivia gripped his hair and groaned out. He continued to assault her with his tongue, lips, and teeth and she had to press her face into her shoulder in order not to scream out.

"Fuck…no more waiting. I need you inside of me. Now," Olivia hissed before she took his mouth in another searing kiss when he came back up.

He pulled off the drenched panties that had wreaked havoc on her all night and cast them aside. In one plunge, he was giving her what she had craved all night. His movements were swift and he hit the right spot every single time. The sounds of muffled moans and clothes rubbing against clothes along with the wet noise of sex filled the dark space. Fitz thrust in hard and Olivia matched his intensity each and every time. The heel of her pumps dug into his ass as she inched her legs higher on his waist in an effort to pull him closer. Her back was rubbing hitting the wall and she was almost positive it would be bruised the next day, but it so worth it.

"So wet…so tight. You drive me out of my mind," Fitz groaned out in her ear.

Olivia turned her head as he sucked on her neck. She couldn't bring herself to chastise him for leaving marks. Especially when he swiveled his hips in a way that had her calling out his name. She was getting close and so was he.

"Come for me sweet baby." His voice was hot and gruff and it turned her inside out.

It was almost as if her body was waiting for his command, because not even two seconds later her body spasmed and clenched around his hard length. Feeling her grip him so sweetly, Fitz came soon after her. He buried his face in her neck and waited for his heart to slow down before he set her on her feet , pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants before zipping up

"That was.." Fitz began.

"Awesome," Olivia finished.

He nodded in agreement and flicked the switch to the light that she had tried to find before. His hair was a mess from her fingers and his lips were covered in her lipstick. He looked adorable. She was sure she was a sight too as she tried to finger her hair back to normalcy. She found some tissues on the desk and cleaned herself up as best she could.

"Looks like you're going to need to go shopping," Fitz said out the blue.

"Why?"

"I hear London is quite cold in February…"

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