So, here's the deal with this lil number. I was a huge fan of the TV show Scandal back in the day and I wrote a bunch of FF One Shots with the OTP (one true pairing) of the show and I figure why not take those and turn them into into a contemporary political romance story consisting of super shorts that all tie together. So here we are. Enjoy! And be sure to share with your friends and leave me some comments and whatnot. :)
Something's Gotta Give
Dex Martrand stood at the window overlooking the grounds where the press usually gathered when they were covering some major story. He was nursing his favorite scotch and staring absently out the window. He downed the rest of the potent liquid and went to refill his glass. He was hurting and he was using the scotch to numb his pain - it wasn't working.
It had been exactly, one month, twelve days, seven hours, and thirty-two minutes since he'd last seen Genevieve. Their last encounter had been anything but pleasant and now she was upset with him. Furious, in fact. He had to admit that most of what happened was his fault. He should have never pushed her to attend that state dinner. It had ended in total disaster. But he was selfish when it came to her. He had this incurable need to see her, to be in her presence, to breathe her air. He'd never met any one person in his entire life who made him feel the way she did. With her there was this unspoken trust, this unbreakable bond that seemed to be forged of steel. He felt a love for her that was almost otherworldly. His feelings for her mystified him at times. This need he had for her threatened to drive him mad on a daily basis and right now he was at his wits end. He wasn't eating or sleeping In fact, all he seemed to be doing was drinking. He knew he couldn't go on like this. Something had to give.
"Alice," Dex called out to his secretary.
Alice Whitfield, a portly older woman with a harried temperament and kind eyes came scurrying into his office. "Yes, Senator."
"I'm going away for a few days," Dex declared.
"Yes, I'm going to my cabin in Vermont. Let Tom and Frank know please," he said with an heir of authority.
Giving orders was second nature to Dex. He grew up in a very wealthy and politically prominent family. His mother traced her lineage back to New Amsterdam and the Dutch West India Company and his father back to Massachusetts where his great-great-great Grandfather was a signer of the Declaration of Independence. He was top of his class at Harvard, captain of the row team, and married Cordelia Liddell, socialite and heiress to a vast cotton fortune. He went after what he wanted and he got it. Hell he won his bid for Senator his first run.
"But your schedule. It's booked solid this weekend. You have that lunch with Senator Hamlin and your wife's charity gala..."
"Clear my schedule," he said cutting her off. "I'm in much need of some R&R so I'll be at my cabin this weekend."
Alice hesitated only for a second. "Yes, Sir, I'll get right on it," she said then turned to leave.
"And Alice," Dex called after her.
She turned to face him, her brow furrowed with worry.
"My whereabouts are on a need to know basis only. That means you, me, Tom and Frank are the only ones who should know where I am. Understood?"
Alice wrung her hands nervously and nodded. "Yes, sir," she said then quickly left the office.
He didn't like the idea of putting Alice in such an awkward position with having to feign ignorance of his whereabouts especially if it was his wife who was looking for him. Although, he doubted Cordelia would even notice his absence. Their relationship, if you could call it that, had been strained for years. Hell, they hadn't slept in the same bed in over four years. Sure, his life looked perfect on the outside but on the inside he was dying. That was until he met Genevieve, his soulmate.
Dex walked back over to the window and stared out. A small smile found it's way onto his lips. He hadn't smile in over a month but now as he thought about his plan for the weekend he had a reason to smile again.
Dex found himself pacing anxiously back and forth across the living room of his cabin. He had made it out of Washing D.C. and to Vermont with little fan fair and now he was impatiently waiting for his most trusted men from his security detail to return to the cabin.
The crunching of tires against gravel had Dex racing to the window. He watched as Tom and Frank got out an unmarked SUV with tinted windows. Tom headed towards the backseat passenger door and open it. Dex watched with bated breathe for the object of his obsession to emerge from the car but she didn't. His brow furrowed causing a deep indention between his eyes. Why wasn't she getting out of the car? Dex rushed to the door flinging it open. He bounded down the porch steps towards Tom.
"Where is she?" he boomed.
"In the car, Sir. She refuses to get out."
Dex let out a frustrate sigh. "I'll take it from here."
Tom nodded and motioned for Frank to follow him away from the vehicle.
Once the two secret service men had disappeared from sight, Dex stormed over to the open door of the backseat and peered inside. His breathe caught in the back of his throat at the sight of Genevieve sitting there. Her chin was tilted defiantly, her lovely brow was slightly furrowed, and her angelic face held a look of utter outrage. Her large doe-eyes were angry slits as she fixed her steely gaze on Dex. Even through all her anger she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on with her flawless brownish-caramel skin, full lips, strong cheekbones and petite nose. For a second Dex nearly forgot how frustrated he was with her.
"Get out of the car, Genevieve," Dex said his voice dangerously low.
"No," came her curt reply.,
"Get out of the car," Dex said a second time his voice a little louder.
"No! And I don't appreciate being summoned from my home at five in the morning." Genevieve replied her voice laced with venom.
Dex had had enough with her stubbornness. He was moody and agitated and the last thing he wanted to do was stand outside and have a screaming match because she refused to get out of the car. "Get out of the damn car, Gen!" Dex roared then turned and stalked back towards the cabin.
Dex heard the car door slam and the sound of Genevieve's footsteps bounding up the walkway behind him. He went into the cabin and stood in the center of the living room waiting for her to come through the door. Dex stiffened his spine and braced himself for the venom he was sure Genevieve would spew at him the moment she stepped over the threshold.
Genevieve burst through the door like a tornado; all fury and wrath. Slamming the door behind her, she marched up to Dex. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she yelled jabbing a finger into his chest. "First you send your goons to pull me from my home at the butt crack of dawn and when I get here you yell at me."
Dex just stared at her. He couldn't do anything else. It had been too long since he's seen her and as angry as he was with her for ignoring him for over a month all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and kiss her senseless.
"Dex, say something," she demanded.
But Dex said nothing. Instead he picked her up, hoisting her over his shoulder.
Genevieve wiggled in protest and pounded her tiny fist against his hard back. "Put me down," she demanded.
Dex ignored her instead tightening his grip on her backside as he tool long strides towards the master bedroom. Once inside, he plopped her onto the bed and stared down at her. His cerulean eyes intense.
Genevieve glared back at him her brown eyes alight with anger and dare he say lust. Yes, it was there in the depths of her eyes peeking out just beyond the anger. She wanted him.
Dex's body instantly heated. The fact that she wanted him even though she was clearly pissed at him has his cock twitching in his pants. He brought her here to talk. To hash things out so they could go back to the way things were between them. But seeing her lying on the bed, her face flushed, her chest heaving and sexual heat flowing from her body sent him in a tailspin and the only thing he wanted to do was bury himself so deeply inside her that neither of them would know where one began and the other ended.
Dex threw himself on top of her careful not to crush her with his weight. He brought his mouth down covering hers. He pressed her mouth open, widening it, demanding entry before pressing his tongue deep inside. Dex gave her mouth a thorough work-over running his tongue along the insides of her cheeks, gums and teeth before capturing her tongue and sucking on it. Genevieve moaned and pulled on Dex's tongue, sucking and twirling. She tangled her fingers into his ash blonde hair and molded her body to his. Dex fitted himself between her thighs and ground his erection into her center. They kissed, sucked and rubbed against each other for what seemed like an eternity. Putting all of their anger and frustration into the kiss.
Dex was so hard that his cock threatened to burst through his trousers as any minute. He pulled back breaking the kiss and Genevieve let out a soft whimper of protest.
"Clothes," Dex said. He tore at his clothing trying to rid himself of them as fast as he could. Shoes were kicked off and tossed across the room. He tugged his sweater and t-shirt over his head and tossed them aside as well. He moved to unfasten his pants but paused to stare down and Genevieve who was watching him closely.
Dex watched through hooded eyes as her lustful gaze traveled slowly from his bare chest down to the waistband of his pants where his hands hovered just above his belt buckle. The pulse at the base of her neck was beating erratically as she waited for him to rid himself of the one piece of clothing standing between the two of them coming together.
Dex undid his belt and zipper and slowly slid his pants and briefs down his legs and kicked them to the side. His cock sprang free bouncing lightly. Dex stared down at Genevieve. "You have too many clothes on," he said his voice thick with desire. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. It was a little game of theirs. He would comment on her having on too many clothes and she would strip for him but even in her lust filled state she was stubborn. Instead of undressing for him she leaned back on her elbows and stared up at him, her eyes laden heavy with desire.
Dex's cock thicken a little more as he looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted and when she flicked out her tongue and teased it across her lips, Dex lost it. He pulled at her clothes attempting to free her of them as quickly as possible. He undid the buttons on her blouse but quickly became frustrated at how long it was taking and ripped the garment open sending buttons flying everywhere. He unbuckled her pants and shoved them down her legs tossing them aside along with her shoes. Next, came her bra and panties which he quickly relinquished her of.
Genevieve lay before him naked, her beautiful brown skin radiating a sensual heat so potent Dex was sure to burst into flames at any moment. Dex wanted to savor every part of her body but the need to bury his cock within her walls was far too urgent. He swiped his finger between her folds and gasped at how wet she already was. He growled deep in his throat and pushed her legs apart with his thigh and buried his entire length deep into her core. Dex and Genevieve cried out in unison at the connection. It was two souls reconnecting. Sparks and flames burst between the two of them.
She felt like heaven to Dex, so wet and warm. Her tantalizing scent of vanilla invaded his nostrils as she wrapped her arms around him pulling him in for an earth-shattering kiss. Dex groaned and pump furiously into her. Genevieve arched her back and dug a path up his arms with her nails. She wrapped her legs around his waist digging her heels into his back. Dex pressed deeper into her body thrusting in and out faster and faster. Genevieve met him stroke for stroke bringing her hips up and bucking against him. She was soaked and her juices created the most mind blowing friction. Dex wasn't sure how much longer he would last. He felt Genevieve's walls tighten around him. He knew she was on the verge of coming and he pounded into her delivering one punishing thrust after another.
Genevieve reached up and racked her nails through Dex's hair and fisted the tiny curls at the base of his neck. She locked eyes with him and works her hips, lifting and twisting them. "Yes, baby," she moaned before head fell back against the sheets. Her eyes rolling back as she succumbed to her pleasure.
Dex pumped faster into her. Her walls contracted around him squeezing and pulling on his shaft and he could no longer hold back his own release. With one final thrust he unloaded his essence deep into her body.
Spent, Dex rolled onto his side pulling her body flush against his, their bodies still connected at the waist. Dex wasn't ready to break that connection just yet. He stared down at Genevieve. Here eyes were at half mast and she wore a look of utter satisfaction. He loved this woman to his core. All he wanted to do was make her happy. To have her look the way she looked she did right now; relaxed, content, sated, at all times.
He placed tiny kisses all over her face, lingering on her mouth. "Gen," he whispered against her lips. "I'm sorry..."
Genevieve placed her finger against his lips to silence him. Her eyes were full of love, pain and unquenchable tenderness when she said, "I know." She laid her head to rest on his chest and Dex pulled her deeper into his embrace. They lay that way in silence listening to each other breath until sleep claimed them both.