His Possession (OLITZ /Scandal - short stories) - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

The winter night wrapped itself around their secluded cabin, but it was nothing compared to the heat blooming between them. Fitz and Olivia had escaped the world together, and now, with only crackling firelight and falling snow beyond the windows, they melted into each other's presence.
After a decadent dinner, Fitz had saved one last surprise for her: his handcrafted gourmet chocolates. He wanted more than to simply feed her sweets — he wanted to savor every expression that danced across her face, to turn pleasure into a shared game.
With the door closed, the last of their facades fell away. No titles, no burdens, no masks. Only skin and breath and heartbeats — only them.
"Close your eyes," Fitz murmured, his voice low and playful, a smile finally curling at the edges of his lips.
Olivia gave him a teasing glance but obeyed, her long lashes sweeping down. "Okay," she replied, humming the Jeopardy theme under her breath, her grin impish.
He chuckled softly and kissed her quickly, a brush of lips warm and full of promise. "Open your mouth."
"Fitz..." she warned, her tone laced with laughter.
"Trust me," he whispered.
Reluctantly, her lips parted. Gently, he slipped the first chocolate between them. Her moan was immediate and unrestrained, her body tilting slightly toward him as she savored the rich, dark truffle and the bright burst of raspberry at its center.
"Mmm..." she purred, her eyes still closed in delight.
Fitz's chest tightened, joy blooming bright and full. He leaned in, brushing his knuckles along her cheek. "Dark chocolate truffle with a hint of raspberry," he breathed, mesmerized by the soft curves of her lips as she tasted.
"It's divine," she sighed. "Perfect."
One by one, he fed her more — milk chocolate caramel that made her sigh blissfully, white chocolate mint that coaxed a breathless giggle, dark espresso that pulled a deep, contented moan from her throat.
"You're a genius," she murmured, finally opening her eyes to meet his gaze, molten and tender.
"I just wanted to make you happy," Fitz said, brushing a stray curl from her face.
"You always do," she replied softly, her smile spreading like sunlight.
Their kiss was inevitable — slow, decadent, and tinged with the sweet linger of chocolate. The fire crackled beside them, shadows dancing over their bodies, and outside the snow fell silently. But inside, there was only this: the warmth of skin, the taste of lips, and the ache of loving someone so completely.
"You're not just a domestic god," Olivia whispered against his mouth, her breath hitching slightly. "You're my god."
"And you," Fitz murmured, his forehead resting gently against hers, "are my goddess."
Nothing else mattered.
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Olivia could feel it before she even opened her eyes — the weight of his gaze, the subtle shift of energy that told her Fitz was awake and watching her. He always did, in quiet, stolen moments. But tonight felt different. Sharper. Deeper.
She hadn't left yet, but she already missed him. Soon he'd be across the world — Vatican City, Geneva, Tokyo. A month away felt like an eternity.
She tilted her head, drinking him in. His blue eyes blinked open slowly, and for a moment, he looked at her like a dream he couldn't quite hold onto. She was sprawled over him, her body pressed intimately along his — her face tucked into his bare chest, her breath ghosting across his skin.
He inhaled slowly, catching the faintest trace of wildflowers and soap on her — and underneath it all, the scent of her skin, warm and familiar. His hand slid down her back, fingertips skimming the sliver of bare skin between her shirt and her slacks. She shivered delicately, her body arching into his touch.
Her hair spilled over his arm like silk as she pressed closer, and Fitz groaned softly, his restraint fraying. His palms slid under her shirt, his touch firmer now, eliciting another sigh and a languorous roll of her hips that had his breath hitching sharply.
Olivia lifted her face, her sleepy, sultry smile stealing what little air he had left. Fitz didn't hesitate — he slid her upward, capturing her lips in a kiss that devoured her gasp. Their mouths tangled instantly, tongues stroking, breath mingling as her hand slid into his hair, anchoring him to her.
"I didn't exactly come in here for this..." she whispered between kisses, her voice breathless but laced with amusement.
Fitz's lips brushed her jaw, his smile wicked. "What did you have in mind?"
"I just wanted to be here when you woke up," she admitted, her gaze open and raw. "But then... you looked so comfortable."
Her innocent plan shattered the moment their bodies remembered how perfectly they fit together. Clothes fell away slowly — each layer peeled back with reverent hands and lingering mouths, tasting every inch of newly revealed skin. They moved with an unhurried patience, as if memorizing each other again.
Fitz coaxed her onto her back, settling between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. One hand tangled in her curls while the other gripped the lush curve of her hip. Their eyes locked, hearts laid bare.
When he entered her, it was slow and deep — no rush, no desperation, only the deep, languid ache of belonging. His body bowed into hers with aching tenderness, every movement deliberate. Olivia breathed him in, her fingers tracing his face, grounding herself in the weight and heat of him.
He slid lower, his mouth finding the slick heat between her legs. His tongue swept over her deliberately, savoring every tremble and gasp she offered him. Her hips rolled wantonly beneath his mouth, her thighs tightening around his shoulders.
Her moans spiraled higher when he found the sensitive bundle of nerves, his lips and tongue coaxing her toward release with expert precision. He kissed up her body slowly, tasting every inch of her flushed skin, until he hovered over her once again.
She tugged him down, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that was equal parts hunger and love. Fitz thrust into her deeply, slowly, grinding against her just right until her body broke apart beneath him.
Her cry of his name echoed through the cabin, her nails digging into his shoulders as she convulsed around him. He growled low in his throat, each tight clench of her drawing him closer to the edge.
"Fitz..." she gasped, her voice dissolving into soft whimpers as he surged into her again and again.
Her body bowed and arched, taking everything he gave her. And when he finally let go, spilling into her with a guttural groan, their bodies shuddered together in perfect, consuming release.
For long moments, only the sound of their ragged breaths filled the room. Slowly, Olivia collapsed onto his chest, her fingers threading through his hair as Fitz wrapped her tightly in his arms.
Their eyes met — and no words were needed. Everything they felt shimmered there between them, deeper than breath, stronger than any distance time could put between them.