The Belly Tales: Adventures of Liv and Fitz

Chapter 15 – Dream a Little Dream of Me

A/N: As you may notice, Belly Tales don graduated to Rating M. Belly Tales After Dark, haaaaay! j/k. Seriously tho, I sincerely apologize in advance for the fuckery (no pun intended) that is about to ensue. Consider this a test run; practice, if you will. Also if timeline confusing, refer to ch.13, which was the last time it was present day. We will have caught up to present day next chapter. As always, let me know your thoughts! :)

4 Days Ago

"Sa—, Mr. Bosely, can I help you with something?"

Mellie regarded this unwelcomed intruder on her solitude with disdain. She'd retreated to her office to hide and unwind after another battle with her beloved husband, the great President Fitzgerald Grant. She looked forward to her peace and quiet refuge wherein she could plot her next move and revel in the thought of being responsible for Fitz' ultimate embarrassment and pain. More importantly, she needed this quite time to lick her wounds. He'd actually done it. He'd filed the divorce papers while simultaneously issuing a press release about their marital status. She was beyond embarrassed; and truth be told, she was a little hurt.

As it were, the press wasted no time blindly following the breadcrumbs that had been laid out for them. Media outlets had all but started the countdown until the Grant divorce. She imagined things had been going exactly as Fitz had planned... that is, until the inevitable happened. What started as a whisper, the source of which was unknown, grew to a deafening roar in some circles as speculation that perhaps Olivia Pope – the famous DC fixer – was to blame for their divorce. Those who subscribed to this idea dismissed all counterarguments pointing to the substantiated evidence of martial problems dating back years and years. Those who subscribed to this idea sympathized with Mellie as the scorned political wife. Those who subscribed to this idea championed Millicent Grant.

She'd received numerous calls from the talking heads at various news stations asking for interviews from the soon to be former first lady; each station chomping at the bit for the opportunity to tell her story. It was all too much, too soon, too real.

So here she was, hiding from the world and in walks Sam Bosely. She was in no mood to feign indifference. She was in no mood to play nice. Despite her agitation, she would remain calm, cool and collected like the proper lady she was raised to be. If only he'd say something. If only he'd stop looking at her with that expression on his face. If only he'd leave.

"I said, 'can I help you wi—"

"Just wanted to check on you." He answered smoothly, his body leaning resting casually against her door.

"I'm fine." She squeaked out, momentarily stunned as she watched him "discretely" lock the door. "W-what are you doing?"

"Nothing." He shrugged and continued to stare at her.

"You need to leave…now." Mellie stood to her full height and rounded her desk. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared pointedly at him.

"Why?" He laughed softly, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I see the way you look at me." He took a stop toward her. "I see the way you watch me." He took another step and another step and another step until he was 3 feet from her. "You don't want me to leave."

"I don't know what…you're being…um look," She paused and tried to think of something, anything to say. "This is inappropriate."

"Is it?" He took another step into her space. "Your husband is flaunting his mistress in your face, daily; excuse me, soon to be ex-husband. And we're inappropriate?" He mused.

He took another step forward, closing the gap between them as she backed into the desk behind her. Her hand shot up to ward him off, instead coming into contact with his solid, warm chest.

"What about Olivia, she's your friend."

"Sure she's my friend." He reached up and toyed with the silk bow around her neck. He slowly began to untie it and caress her neck. He leaned in, impossibly close, and whispered against her neck, "But she's not you." He placed soft kissed on her skin and continued to murmur, "How any man chooses her over you, I'll never know."

She pulled back and stared into his eyes. So this is what it feels like? She thought. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Her kisses were desperate and needy. He ripped open her blouse, smiling deviously at her shocked expression. His kissed down her chest as his hands reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. He stepped back, allowing her to step out of her underwear. She stared at him, her eyelids heavy with untamed lust, and swallowed as he unbuttoned his pants. She grabbed at him and once again pulled him into a crushing kiss. Sam grabbed both her wrist and pulled back, smirking at her disheveled appearance. He roughly spun her around and bent her over the desk.

"Don't move." Sam instructed as she peered over her shoulder at him and began to rise from her position.

She stilled her movements at his command. She was panting with excitement, her breaths coming in spurts. She heard his zipper being lowered and the sound of his pants being pushed down. She gasp as the cool air in the room met her bare ass and moaned as she felt his member playfully glide across her opening.

"I bet you've never been fucked huh?" He teased. "I mean really fucked by someone who wasn't afraid to offend your east coast sensibilities or afraid that you'd break."

"No" She panted. She waited, yet he still teased her mercilessly. "Do it…Fuck me!"

"Yes ma'am"

Without warning, Sam pushed into her – filling her completely. She swallowed her groan as she gasped for air. She clawed at her desk as he took swift, powerful strokes. For the first time there were no thoughts in her head, no plans being devised. All she could do was feel. She felt his warmth. She felt his right palm pressed firmly on her left hip – his fingers gripping her side – as he continued to pump into her. She felt alive.

"Yes…Yes…Yeeees" she chanted. "Yes, oh my god, yes."

Mellie's body jerked to attention at the sound of someone slamming her office door. Confused, she quickly lifted her head off the desk and surveyed her appearance. She looked fine, perfectly put together.; yet, her heart was beating violently within her chest. What the heck?

"Yes?" She asked annoyed.

"Well we both know you weren't dreaming about me." Fitz smirked knowingly. He innocently said, "Hey, I'm not judging…you look, uh, frustrated. Did you not…finish?"

She wanted to storm over to him and slap that arrogant smile off his face. This was his fault. I wouldn't be having tawdry sex dreams about the help if you'd fired him, you ass. She thought angrily.

"I just came to apologize and see if you were coming…" He smiled midsentence, amused by his unintentional pun. "Never mind, you seem to be doing just fine." Fitz laughed and turned to leave. "I'll leave you to it."

"Oh Fitz," She called out sweetly. "You won't be laughing after you see the interview I'm planning." She smiled widely as he blanched slightly. "When I'm done with you, your little speech in four days will be no where close to being a headliner."

She defiantly stared him down until he stormed out of her office. Take that you ass.

Once again alone in her cold office, Mellie release the ragged breath she'd been unwittingly holding.

"Get Olivia on the Phone, please." Fitz barked as he stormed into the Oval Office.

His heart was beating a mile a minute and his hands grew clammy. He had to warn her. Even though Mellie was trying to ruin everything, Fitz knew he had to assure her that he would protect her and their children.

"What?" She greeted distantly, immediately pulling Fitz out of his stupor. He had to be sharp, he had to be two steps ahead, he had to be his Livie's Olivia Pope if they were to survive this.

"Hi" He greeted her cautiously.

"What she do now Fitz?"

"I can't call the mother of my children just to check in. I miss my baby." He held his breath as she scoffed on the other end.

"Don't you mean babies?"

"Well of course I miss Sydney, Paris, and London…" He reveled in her quiet laugh. He whispered, "but I miss you."

"Ok, I'll bite. What's with the names?"

"Oh just a few of my favorite cities that we've christened." He laughed loudly as he imagined the look on her face in that moment.

"Umm, I prefer…" She started slowly, seemingly lost in thought. "Sierra, Victoria, and Ireland."

"Let me guess…all the places I desperately want to, but will never, have sex with you if I don't stop with the slightly inappropriate baby names."

"Bingo." She smirked. "So, stop stalling and tell me...what's Mellie done now?"