This is a co-written AU with emilykay21. We tend to start stories smutty and then get into the details later. Feel free to leave reviews and we hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: All rights of characters and loosely based events go to Shonda Rhimes and the writers at Scandal.

A limp, disharmonic knock echoed inside the walls of the Oval Office as the President paced back to the bottle of scotch on the side table and poured himself his third glass.

He lifted his head when he heard the door click open to present the sight of a drunk and stumbling Mellie Grant.

"Mellie.." he questioned.

Fitz had just ended one of his infamous late night phone calls with Olivia Pope. She denied him again tonight which led to the crystal bottle of scotch.

Mellie was giggling when she tripped and stumbled into Fitz's arms.

"Mellie what are you doing in here?" He asked.

He could smell the alcohol on her breath as she looked up at him with a grin.

"I want- wanted to see my hu-" she hiccuped. "husband."

She began slipping from Fitz's grip while she snickered and buried her face in his shirt. The two slid to the floor into a heap on top of the presidential seal. He looked her in the eyes as he spoke.

"Mellie, you're drunk."

He couldn't help but crack a smile at the situation.

"Yeah," She laughed into his shirt again, "I am."

Fitz chuckled slightly. He backed away from his wife and stood up. She stood up and looked at him hungrily.

"Mellie" He said again.

"Fitz" She mocked him, with a grin on her face. She walked towards him until his back hit the wall.

He laughed breathily as she inched towards him.

She looked up at him, "Can't you act like a husband? At least for tonight"

He looked at her closely. Her slender fingers danced on his shirt covered chest.

"I know that you are now repulsed by me but" Mellie slurred.

She threw her hands around in a drunken manor.

"Can you just push it to the back of your mind? Let me in" She looked up at him.

He watched her in amusement.

"Please Fitz" Her blue eyes sparkled.

He almost laughed while watching her beg for him, but then he thought about how sad it was for him to want to laugh at that.

"Be my husband" She ran her hands down his chest and to his belt.

So, he let her in. He knew it was because of the few drinks he had himself. He knew that Olivia rejecting him caused to turn to his wife for satisfaction, but he tried not to think about that. He let his hands cup her soft cheeks. She leaned into him and let himself lean into her. Her lipstick covered lips molded with his. He was hesitant at first, but eventually their tongues began to battle for dominance. She relaxed and pulled back a little. Her eyes looked into his as she bit down on his bottom lip. She let go and giggled as he looked at her wanting more. Her fingers went up the back of his neck and into his curls. She pulled him closer and every inch of their bodies were touching. The rapidly growing hardness in his pants surprised both Mellie and himself. His lips went to her neck. He sucked and bit at her soft, porcelain skin. She squirmed in his arms as he peppered kisses on the now red areas of her neck. It seemed like, without even speaking, they mutually agreed to take things slowly and sensually. Mellie wanted this moment to last forever. She pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. They both ignored the noise it made when it hit the ground. Her fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt. His shirt was untucked and completely unbuttoned. He quickly turned them around and her back slammed against the wall. He pulled away to look at her, as if to see if he hurt her. She just looked at him, while breathing heavily. She smiled in between breaths and pulled him back towards her. His hands traveled down her body. He pushed her skin tight dress up her legs and gripped her thighs. He began to pull her panties down, but Mellie stopped him. His eyes locked with hers.

"I'm not some quick screw Fitz" Mellie stated.

He nodded and looked into her bright blue eyes.

"I know you're used to sneaking around and not taking your time" Mellie started. "But that's not what I want"

He chuckled softly and looked up at her, a smirk on his face, "I'll give you what you want"

He attacked her lips once again and went for the zipper on the back of her dress. He reached the end of the zipper and he let the dress fall off her body. He took this time to actually look at her and appreciate her assets. He grinned at the sight of her in her underwear, but still wearing her high heels. She licked her lips as he now looked at her hungrily. He used one arm to wrap around her and slide her up the wall. Her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist. Her ankles crossed behind him and his lips went to her neck. Her loud moans filled the Oval Office. He forgot how loud she was. He also forgot how much he liked how loud she was. His hands gripped her ass with force. That was one of Mellie's greatest assets. He was sure people noticed. Mellie's backside in a tight skirt or dress was hard to miss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her head back in pleasure. She bit down gently on his earlobe and whispered in his ear, "Take your clothes off"

She slid down his body and to the floor. She stood up pushed his shirt the rest of the way off. She was struggling with his belt as he led her to the couch. She unbuttoned his slacks and he laid her on the sofa where decisions about war strategies and taxation had taken place that very day. His pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. He climbed on top her, after kicking off his shoes. Fitz kissed her neck and down her bare, plump chest. He pushed her bra straps down her shoulders. When he heard Mellie take a sharp breath, he looked at her.

"What?" He asked, concerned.

She shook her head, "It's been awhile since you've seen me naked"

He nodded, "It has"

He wasn't quite sure where she was going with this.

"Wouldn't want to disappoint you" She spat, but with a hint of sadness.

He chuckled in shock, "You are so beautiful"

He brushed a piece of hair out of her face and she smiled. He kissed her lips passionately. He undid the clasp of her black lace bra and tossed it aside. He took in her breasts that were now on display. His mouth connected with the soft skin. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and she moaned in pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair. She held his head in place because she never wanted him to stop. She dug her heels into his back and he groaned. He removed his mouth from her breast and kissed down her stomach. He licked right above her panties and hooked a finger on each side of them.

"Fitz" She was out of breath yet she whispered his name.

She lifted her hips so he could easily get her panties off. Her heels lifted off with the underwear and hit the floor with an audible "clack". His hand made it's way to the softness between her thighs. His finger brushed her clit and she moaned. He could feel her squirm against him and he could hear her softly saying his name. He slid a finger inside of her and she gasped. She shifted her hips as his fingers entered her. He looked up at her. She nodded and that was all the encouragement he needed. He plunged another finger inside of her and she adjusted again while leading her hands back to his hair. He removed his fingers from inside her as she whimpered. He began to kiss her thighs and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. His tongue made it's way to her entry. He lapped at her sweet taste and enjoyed every bit of her. It'd been such a long time, he'd almost forgotten what a pleasure she was in bed. Mellie bit down on her lower lip to hold back her moans. He lifted his head up and licked his lips. He slid back up her with a grin on his face. His lips made their way back to Mellie's. She slid his boxers off him and he tossed them to the ground. He positioned himself on top of her. He could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes; she wanted him. He hovered above her to tease her. He brushed his member against her inner thigh and her entry.

"Fitz" She could feel herself trembling. "I need-"

Mellie could hardly speak. She throbbed as he brushed himself against her.

"Fitz" She moaned as he almost entered her but pulled out quickly.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Fitz" She protested.

She needed him and he could see it in her eyes.

"Say it" He said, forcefully.

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes, "I am a lady Fitz".

Her southern accent filled the room.

"Not right now you aren't" He corrected her.

She looked at him, "No"

He began to rub her clit once again and she melted in his arms. All she wanted was him inside of her. Her nails dug into his back that already had scratches on it.

"For god-sake Fitz," She groaned. "Just fuck me!"

After hearing what he wanted to hear, he lowered himself onto her. They were skin on skin, their bodies trained to glide together. He slid his throbbing member inside of her. She gasped as he entered. Her hips bucked as she adjusted to his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him deeper inside of her. When he was deep inside of her, she moved her hips and tightened around him. He pulled out of her slowly and then plunged back in. This continued and they found their perfect rhythm, a rhythm that increased in speed. Their individual fortitude came together to create one great deal of stamina. Their hearts kept a matching beat and their breathing rough. As she cried out in pleasure, she dug her nails deep into his back and used her own force to turn him over onto his back. She could still feel the hardness of his cock as she rode him deeper and faster. Mellie didn't think she could still arouse him like this and Fitz had forgotten that sex with Mellie was like two animals in the wild, going after each other with such hunger that when satisfaction was reached, there was no stop to coming back for more. He wanted to be in control again, so he lifted Mellie and released himself from her tightened walls and whipped her back over so that he was on top. The movement so quick that the pleasure Mellie felt from Fitz's penetration was breathtaking and almost instant. As they were nearing their end, Mellie whimpered his name. He released himself while he was deep inside her. She followed close behind, as a wave of orgasms swept over both of them. He pulled out her slowly and she released her nails from his back. He placed a couple of kisses near her opening before rolling off her. Their breathing hard, but slowing, they looked at one another and laughed. Both regained a normal breathing pattern as they stood up and gathered their scattered garments from around the Oval Office. Fitz helped Mellie back into her dress and zipped her up. Mellie patted her dress down along with her mangled mess of hair.

"Goodnight." she said with a small bow.

"Goodnight." Fitz replied.

He watched as she stumbled in her heels out the door, wondering 'What the hell just happened?'