Disclaimer: All rights belong to Shonda Rhimes...I'm simply borrowing the characters for my own dirty desires. I promise to clean them up and wipe them off when I'm done.

Chapter Four - Bubble Bath

"Hi."

Olivia opened her eyes and gasped. The very man she'd been thinking of just seconds before was in her hotel room, standing next to the tub as if he had all the rights in the world to be in her hotel bathroom. She wasn't sure whether she should be amazed at his bravado or irritated by it. "What are you doing here?"

"Same thing I've been doing at this time of night for the last two weeks. Being with you." Holding her gaze, Fitz began to flip up the left sleeve of his blue dress shirt, turning it end over end bared his forearm, up to his elbow. Then he started on the next one.

"But Mellie…"

"Is two floors up and fast asleep with Prince Ambien." He said as he worked on the right sleeve.

His actions held her attention longer than they should have, but Olivia couldn't help it. She loved his arms and his hands. They were so strong and quite capable of making her feel safe, secure and loved. Some women liked eyes, some liked calves, Olivia loved arms and hands, which is why he was doing this little strip tease for her. Fitz, that bastard, was using her weakness against him, but she was bound and determined to hold strong. Clearing her throat, she raised her gaze to his. "I don't think this is such a good idea, Governor Grant."

"Governor Grant?" Fitz cocked an eyebrow. "Really? After everything we've been through, it's back to that."

"Your wife…"

Fitz he knelt down and stuck his hand into the water and between the vee of her legs. He moved his fingers to her thighs and lightly began to trace her warm skin under the water. "Mellie has nothing to do with this, with us."

"Gover—" Fitz squeezed her thigh and she let out a sigh. "Fitz. We can't do this. You can't climb out of her bed and come to mine. This has to end."

"I didn't, and no it doesn't."

"You didn't what?"

"Climb out of her bed." Fitz worked his hand higher up her thigh and to the apex of her sex. Slowly his fingers slid past her lips, until his thumb brushed gently against her clit. He left it there and began to move it in small circular motions. "Mellie and I haven't shared a bed in years. I climbed off the couch in the adjourning room to come to the bed of the only woman I want to be with. You."

"Fitz…" His talented fingers had her back bowing from the intense pleasure he was bestowing on her.

"Yes."

"This is wrong, "she moaned, gripping the side of the tub as he began a steady yet firm circular caress on her clit. "

"Then tell me why it feels so right."

Olivia didn't have an answer for that, but there was one thing she did know. "We can't do this forever."

"That's where you wrong," Fitz delved his fingers into her, spearing and spreading her with every thrust. He used his fingers as if they were a substitute for his cock, and plunged them into her over and over again with sure and strong strokes. The tips of his fingers brushed across her G-spot, sending lightning bolts of pleasure racing throughout her. "I can do this, for ever and ever."

It was painful.

It was pleasurable.

It was both all at the same time.

"God!" she gasped, unable to help herself.

"Still want me to leave? Still want this to end?"

"No," she shook her head, dazed and aroused. "Never."

"Good," he said as he stepped up his sensual torture, and began to thrust his fingers faster inside her, brushing her sensitive spot time and again. She'd never before experienced this level of arousal with another man, and it never failed to surprise her that Fitz was able to bring her to this point so fast. The way he knew exactly what to do to make her body respond was frightening and exciting all at the same time.

"Don't stop, so close."

"I won't, but only if…"

"If what?" She would give him anything, promise anything as long as he didn't stop touching her.

"If you tell me who you belong to you."

The answer to his question shamed and humbled her all at the same time, but she couldn't deny it, especially since they both knew the truth. "You, only you."

Fitz grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back, then covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her fast and hard all the while playing her pussy like a grand piano. He delved his fingers fasters all the while grounding his palm against her clit. The combined motion forced her over the edge. With a guttural groan, Fitz broke their kiss and uttered hoarsely, "Come for me, baby. Come."

Crying out his name, Olivia did just that. She couldn't have held back if she wanted to. He was just too damn good. Her body rocked with tremor after tremor as she arched up into him and came, flooding his hand with her juices.

Gasping for air, Olivia released her death grip on the side of the tub. Her head was swimming, and her mind a blur. Trembling, she leaned against the side of the tub and rested her head on his chest.

"Now tell me," Fitz said huskily. "Who do I belong to?"

Olivia closed her eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat lull her. "Me."

"And we're in this together, aren't we?"

"Yes," Olivia opened her eyes, pulled back and looked up at him. Although she loathed to admit it, she couldn't have denied it if she wanted to. "We're in this together."