Fitz thought he was in the clear
when he snuck back into the bedroom carrying his duffle and garment bag. Olivia
was in the same position as when he left her, on her side facing the window. He
quickly slipped off his sweatshirt and pants and slowly lifted the covers to
climb in next to her.
“I
thought you left me” he heard her say, nearly scaring him to death.
“Shit,
you scared me,” he startled, then slipped behind her into the spot he had left
minutes before, “I just ran out to the car to grab my clothes.”
“Why
didn’t you bring them in last night?” she asked turning and smiling at him.
“Well,
Ms. Pope,” he returned her smile, “I didn’t want you to think I was assuming
anything if I brought a bag in last night.”
“Mmm
hmm” she turned back towards the window and closed her eyes again as she
settled back against his chest.
“You
know you don’t have the market cornered on not knowing how this is supposed to
work between us” his voice was raw and honest, “I don’t want to assume
anything. I don’t want to push. I want you to be comfortable.”
“I
wouldn’t have invited you to my house if I wasn’t comfortable” she pulled his
hand to her lips and kissed his fingers, “I’m more comfortable with you than
I’ve ever been with anyone.”
A silence fell over them. Fitz
basking in the honesty of her answer. Olivia wondering if she had said too
much. He didn’t move away which gave her hope that she wasn’t admitting too
much to him too quickly. It was all so confusing. There were few opportunities
to be safely seen in public together, they didn’t know how they would fare
under public scrutiny, and then there was the safety of knowing that even if
they wanted to, there was no real commitment they could make in the immediate
future. She bit her lip realizing that not being able to have a commitment
didn’t feel safe. It was scary and lonely. Either one of them could walk away
at any moment. He could decide he was content with his arrangement with Megan
and she would be left alone and heartbroken.
Fitz suddenly felt Olivia’s breath
catch and he pulled her tighter against him. He wanted to ask her what was bothering
her but he knew it was the elephant in the room, it was the ghost that haunted
them everywhere they went. He kissed her hair as a means of reassurance feeling
he had little else to offer. She turned in his arms and buried her face in his
neck. His smell was comforting and his arms safe. If only they could stay here,
in this house, in this room, in this bed, in each other’s arms forever. But
work and family and the world demanded their time. They had stolen hours but
for now she could be content with that.
“What
time did you want to get up?” she asked, mostly to get away from the thoughts
swimming in her head.
“I
should probably jump in the shower now” he knew they had to be at the studio
early for their interview and the rest of the cast would join them a little
while later.
“Okay”
she laid her hand on his chest.
“Will
you shower with me Livvie?” he kissed her cheek, “Can I wash you again?”
Her heart leapt and butterflies
lilted through her stomach, “I really enjoyed that.” She couldn’t help kissing
him. Their lips met and suddenly every point of contact between them was
ablaze. His teeth nibbled her bottom lip then sucked it into his mouth. He
loved the little moan she made when he tasted her lip. Hearing her make that
beautiful sound he rolled her underneath him. She felt his firm cock press
against her thigh and his teeth skim her lip again.
“Fitz
we have to get up” she whispered pulling her lips from his.
He pressed his mouth harder against
hers, muting her protests. She squirmed slightly then surrendered to him, dragging
her nails along his strong back. He looped his arm under her leg then teased
the tip of his cock against her wetness. This brought a sound from her he’d
never heard before, a sweet keening beneath him urging him to thrust deeper
into her. He obliged, filling her fully. Her walls gripped him and they quickly
found their rhythm. He meandered kisses along her collarbone then to her
earlobe.
“You’re
so tight Livvie” his breath brushed a curl across her ear.
She clenched around him with a sly
grin and nipped at his shoulder.
“No
biting Olivia” he thrust harder and faster into her and she felt the
recognizable smolder of her approaching orgasm. She dug her nails into his firm
ass cheeks coaxing him to let her set their pace.
Fitz wondered how this petite beauty
laying beneath him could manage to totally control him. Everything about their
current position made her appear submissive except she was establishing the
pace and showing him how she liked it and leading him towards the abyss. All
5’4”, 115 pounds of her commanded his 6’2”, 175 pound frame with ease. He
completely engulfed her but with a mere touch she could make him do anything.
His attention soon turned fully back
to Olivia when he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder once again. He
increased the pace in retort. She threw her head back, exposing her. His hand
gripped her face and neck, the tips of his fingers teasing the curls at the
nape of her neck. She felt the firm pressure of his thumb on her jaw as he
changed the angle and depth of his thrusts. Her eyes met his in response and
she knew her climax was close. They moved together, closer and closer, until
she felt a rumble rising within him and decided to end it.
“Cum
for me Fitz” she sang in his ear with a devilish grin.
“Oh
fuck Livvie” she heard him murmur. She again dug her teeth into his shoulder
earning her a groan from him and seconds later his hot, sticky cream coated her
walls. He slid himself down her perfect, dewy body leaving kisses in his wake.
“Was
that payback, the bite?” he was looking up at her attentively from just below
her navel. She nodded seductively, batting her eyelashes and bit her lower lip.
“Well then Olivia, you’ve really left me no choice.”
Fitz’s head disappeared between her
thighs and the assault of his tongue began. He started out slow, tracing
circles then flicking slowly but steadily. She enjoyed watching him work his
magic on her, owning her body. His tongue flattened and her eyes began to slide
shut when the sensation began to feel like too much. She opened her eyes again
and watched as his tongue traveled from the entrance of her wetness to her
clit. She saw traces of his cum on his tongue and seconds later a devastating
orgasm shook her entire being.
A triumphant smile crossed his lips
and he shifted to kiss her. She could taste a sweet mixture of them on his
tongue and wished they could attempt an encore but time was short.
X-X
They traveled to the studio in their
respective cars, public personas neatly in place. They each stopped in the
makeup trailer and, it seemed, minutes later were seated in adjacent chairs on
one of the sets. He smiled a polite smile over at her then turned the same
smile to the interviewer. Olivia watched as he charmed the young reporter and a
twinge of jealousy found its way through her façade. She tried to maintain a
neutral appearance but she could tell this was going to be difficult. She took
a gulp of water and the interview began.
“I’m
here with the co-stars of a new CNB drama set to premier on January 6th” the
reporter began, “Please welcome Olivia Pope & Fitzgerald Grant.”
The audience applauded and she
watched Fitz give a slight wave and devastating smile. She did her best to smile
and not look as nervous as she felt.
“Thanks
for having us” Fitz said confidently. It was evident he’d done this before, she
thought.
“Let’s
start with you Olivia, tell us a little bit about the show” the young woman
turned to her.
“It
centers on a woman, my character, who gets a job at the CIA in order to avenge
the death of her brother,” he watched her go into her professional mode. She
was so polished and proficient, “She meets a fellow agent and they start an
affair that begins to really complicate their lives.”
“Sounds
interesting, and Fitz, your character is the man she is having an affair with?”
“That’s
right Olivia and I are having an affair” her eyes widened with his words, “It’s
super inappropriate and inconvenient but we can’t help ourselves. And that’s
kind of the jumping off point for all of the action.”
They answered several more questions
then they were joined by the rest of the cast for the remainder of the
interview. Fitz could feel the tension radiating from Olivia throughout the
appearance and did his best to help her relax with little pats to her knee or
squeezes of her hand and, once or twice, the smile he reserved only for her. She
appreciated his attempts to calm her. She usually brought her mother to
important events. Victoria would reassure her and seeing her close by would
allow Olivia to feel grounded. She had considered inviting her mother to the
morning’s appearance but hoped to have a few minutes alone with Fitz before
they were separated for the afternoon.
Olivia stood and shook the host’s
hand after the interview ended. Fitz stepped to shake the woman’s hand next,
bumping into Olivia and nearly knocking her over.
“Oh
Livvie, I’m sorry” he said catching her hand so she wouldn’t fall. She regained
her footing and gave him a sweet smile.
“I’m
okay” she said, noticing that he didn’t immediately let go of her hand. She
rubbed her thumb lightly against the back of his hand before reluctantly
letting it drop from his. She noticed Abby was waiting just offstage and
hurried over to talk to her.
“Thanks
again for the other night Liv” Abby hugged her friend, “I had a spectacular
time. Charlie is so much more normal than Fitz.”
“What
do you mean by that?” Olivia tried not to sound too defensive.
“He’s
like a normal human, he hangs around with all of the Hollywood brats but he’s
not one of them” Abby enthused, “And I think I am going to see him again
tonight.”
“Fitz
isn’t a brat” Olivia couldn’t stop herself from saying it, “He’s actually a
pretty nice guy.” The words just fell from her mouth and she felt powerless to
stop them. Abby looked shocked then
Olivia saw some of the pieces starting to come together for her.
“So
the looks, him catching you and holding your hand back there, why you wanted to
go to his party” Abby whispered, “That’s what that was all about?”
“We’ve
become friends” Olivia said hesitantly, “We have to work together so we decided
to put our differences aside and try to be friends.”
“Friends
that hold hands and disappear from parties together?” Abby look skeptical. She
searched Olivia’s face for any clue of something she wasn’t admitting.
“He
caught me so I didn’t fall and he was showing me his wine cellar during the
party,” Olivia said as a means of explanation, “because he heard that I like
wine.”
“Okay,”
Abby didn’t look convinced, “I assume you’ll tell me whatever is going on when
you’re ready.”
“Nothing
is –“ Olivia began before she was interrupted.
“Olivia,
they wanted a few pictures of the two of us” Fitz called from the set near
where they had been interviewed. She smiled at Abby and walked towards Fitz.
“Where
do you want us?” Fitz asked the photographer. Fitz slipped his arm around
Olivia’s waist and they smiled for a few pictures. Olivia noticed his hand
slide to her hip and her smile changed. She peeked at him from the corner of
her eye and noticed he wore a sly grin. They weren’t going to be able to keep
their relationship a secret long if this was how they were going to behave.
“Have
lunch with me?” he said quietly, walking close to her side as they moved off
the set.
“Should
we ask everyone else?” she sounded so innocent when she said it, “It might help
us bond as a cast.”
“I
don’t want to share you with anyone else” his smile could melt steel, “besides,
I have something I want to give you.”
She nodded and grinned without saying a word.
“What
are you in the mood for?” he asked pulling aviator sunglasses over his sapphire
eyes and holding the door for her. She put on her own sunglasses as she stepped
into the midday California sun.
“How
about sushi” she suggested, “Do you even like sushi? See this is what’s so
weird about this.”
“I
do like sushi” he laughed, “and why is this weird?”
She looked around to be sure no one
was within earshot before answering, “It’s weird that I have no idea what you
like to eat or what your favorite color is but I’ve seen you naked.”
“Well”
he put his arm around her shoulder as they continued walking, “I am not a very
picky eater, I’ll eat just about anything and my favorite color is blue. There.
Not weird anymore. Now, when do I get to see you naked again?”
She rolled her eyes and playfully
hit him in the chest, “You’re a horn dog.”
“Around
you I am” he couldn’t help it, she made him feel so amazing, unlike any woman
before her. They reached her car and she stopped, “Are you driving?” he asked.
“I
can” she opened the car door, “or we could drive separately. I have meetings
this afternoon for my charity and then, later, a new organization I’ve decided
to give some time to.”
“We’ll
make it a quickie” he retrieved a small gift bag from the front seat of his car
then climbed into the passenger seat next to her and fastened his seatbelt, “I
really like your car.”
“It’s
no jaguar, but it gets me where I need to go” she pulled out of the parking
spot and sped off towards the restaurant. He flipped on the radio, changing
stations until he found a song he liked. She tapped her fingers on the steering
wheel along with the music. She found it so endearing that he hummed along with
the song. Then he started singing the words, quietly at first then in full
voice:
You keep
wondering if you're what I'm wanting
You don't even
have to try
You don't have
to try
Don't try
Don't try
You don't have
to try
Out of all the
girls
You my one and
only girl
Ain't nobody in
the world tonight
All of the
stars, they don't shine brighter than you are
Ain't nobody in
the world but you and I
You and I
You and I
Nobody in the
world tonight
Ain't nobody in
the world but you and I
When the song ended she peered over
at him in awe, the man could sing. He smiled, at least pretending to be unaware
of the power of his singing voice. She felt her skin tingle, her senses
completely overloaded by his smile, his eyes, his smell, his proximity, and
that voice.
The car came to a stop in front of
the sushi restaurant and Fitz jumped from the car to rush around and open
Olivia’s door almost hip checking the valet out of the way. He took her hand to
help her from the car and handed the valet the keys and a large tip.
They were seated at a secluded
table, the result of Fitz slipping the host a fifty dollar bill. They had
ordered and were enjoying some sake while chatting about nothing in particular.
“I
didn’t know you could sing” she mentioned while she took a sip of sake.
“I
guess that means you haven’t followed my career,” he tried to look wounded,
“I’ve done a few shows on Broadway.”
“Your
voice is sexy” her tone dropped considerably, “You are just full of surprises,
aren’t you?”
“One
more today” he smiled placing the gift bag in front of her, “Don’t get all
excited, it’s nothing big.”
She carefully removed the tissue
paper from the bag and found two small objects wrapped in matching tissue in
addition to a small box. She opened the first package and found a cherry lip
balm and a note that read, “To keep that lip in tip top shape”. She laughed,
thanking him before opening the second wrapped gift, a black satin and lace
thong. Its note read, “To replace the pair I ruined”. He saw her cheeks blush
crimson and she quickly shoved the panties back into the bag. Finally, she read
the note attached to the small box, “To help cover the only blemishes I’ve ever
seen on your perfect body”. Inside was a
gorgeous necklace, a dainty diamond encrusted bow that hung from a platinum
chain.
“Fitz,
its beautiful” she gasped, “Will you put it on me?”
“With
pleasure” he stood and took the necklace from her. She moved her hair out of
the way, exposing her neck and he fastened the clasp not able to resist placing
kisses on her silky skin. Her hand moved to touch the necklace. His hand
trailed down her arm as he walked back around the table to retake his seat.
Olivia reached across the table and
touched his fingers lightly with the tips of hers. Their food arrived but they
barely let their focus move from one another.
“Have
you always been a John Legend fan?” Olivia asked making reference to the song
he’d sung in the car. She took a bite of her spicy tuna roll.
“For
a while now, yeah. I just really like that song. It sounds totally corny but it
really spoke to me” Fitz was so at ease with Olivia. He stroked his fingers in
between hers, the caress causing an unintentional stirring in his pants. He
took a bite of the sushi, soy sauce starting to run down his chin.
“You
have a little –“ she smiled and gestured towards his chin then reached over and
blotted it with her napkin, “I didn’t want it to get on your shirt” she sort of
stammered, suddenly feeling self-conscious about touching him in public,
“sorry.”
“For
what?” he looked a little confused.
“If
anyone saw us –“ she began.
“Olivia,
if anyone was watching us I think the least obvious thing that’s happened is
you wiping my chin” he gave her his sexy smile, “We’re over here in the corner,
far away from prying eyes. Don’t be so anxious. I want to be able to take you
out without you worrying.”
She felt his hand touch her thigh
and her pulse immediately quickened. She checked her watch, two hours until she
had to be at her meeting.
“Fitz,”
she looked down at his hand then back to his eyes.
“You
don’t like it?” he grinned but moved his hand, “Sorry.”
“I
like it” she responded, “It’s just….don’t think I’m crazy but when you touch me
like that I want your hands all over me and I have to be at a meeting in two
hours.”
“What
were you thinking?” his mind was racing, “I’ll get the check.”
“We
don’t have time” she put her hand over his, “I’m not having sex with you in my
car.”
“We
can go to a hotel” he had a naughty glint in his eye. He handed the waiter his
credit card.
“No
Fitz” she protested.
“Why
not? I want you Livvie.”
“First
of all, I have that meeting in two hours” she was trying to think up excuses,
“second, someone might see us. And third,” she swallowed hard and he saw a
sadness creep into her face. Her voice dropped to barely a whisper when she
finished, “if we go to a hotel it makes this an affair.”
His hand stiffened under hers and
she knew the statement had hurt him. It wasn’t her intention but she needed to
be honest. She kept it there for several moments as they sat in silence.
He hated that their relationship
caused her so much pain. He felt guilty about not telling her about Megan the
first night they had gone out and he felt sad that they couldn’t enjoy the
bliss of being together. He wondered how different things would be if he hadn’t
met Olivia until after he and Megan had divorced but he also wondered if they
ever would have divorced. Their relationship really wouldn’t be that different
when they were divorced. They still shared two gorgeous daughters and they
already lived thousands of miles apart. The biggest difference would be that
once he divorced Megan he would be allowed to love Olivia.
There was that word again, he
thought. He’d been thinking about it a lot lately. He didn’t pay much attention
when he thought of it when she was wrapped around him in the midst of their
passion or when they were laughing and holding hands. But he had begun to
seriously consider the word when she was wearing his clothes that nearly
drowned her and didn’t have a trace of makeup or when she slept next to him
wrinkling her nose and breathing gently in her sleep. He thought of it when he
heard her having a conversation about politics or listened to her on the phone
with someone from one of her charities.
“Thank
you Sir” the waiter handed Fitz the credit card and receipt for him to sign,
“You two have a great afternoon.”
“You
too” Fitz’s voice was strong and husky again, “Thank you.” He signed the bill and put his credit card
back into his wallet then took Olivia’s hand, “Are you ready, Beautiful?”
“Sure”
her voice still sounded distant. He let go of her hand in case someone did
recognize them but he stayed in very close proximity while they walked to her
car. The valet saw them approaching and hurried to have the car pulled around.
Fitz nodded and handed him another sizable tip then held Olivia’s door so she
could climb into the driver’s seat.
“We’re
going to fix this” he laced his fingers with hers while they drove in the
direction of his car, “I promise.”
“I
didn’t mean to put a damper on the afternoon” Olivia mumbled.
“You
didn’t. Whatever you want to do, whatever you’re comfortable with, that’s
what’s going to happen” Fitz kissed her fingertips one at a time.
“I
want to protect this, to protect us” she said as she pulled the car next to
his, “I worry what would happen if the news leaked to the press about us? What
if your girls don’t like me? What if Megan decides she wants to fight the
divorce? There are just so many uncertainties and every day I get in deeper, I
risk more, I get closer to being incapable of letting you go.”
“I’m
sorry” he took her hands, then she heard a cynical chuckle escape him, “I guess
I’ve been saying that a whole lot to a whole lot of people lately.”
“I
know that you didn’t mean for this to happen” her hand rested on his cheek,
“and I know that you want to fix it.”
“I
want to protect you, Livvie” he covered her hand with his, “If the press finds
out, we’ll deal with it. Megan will go through with the divorce. And the girls
will love you because I…” was this the right time and place to say it? Was that
really how he felt? He didn’t want to say it to appease her, “I care about you,
a lot, Olivia.”
She felt a tear slide down her cheek
but quickly composed herself. She couldn’t quite find the words to say what she
felt in that moment so she kissed him, tangling her tongue with his and hoping
her unspoken words would let him know how she felt about him.
X-X
Olivia spent the afternoon meeting
with advisors from her charity. They coordinated arts education programs for
underprivileged youth. She planned to put more money into the project since she
now had higher income from the show. The director of the organization informed
her that they also had an increase in the number of donors interested in
supporting their cause.
“Two
months ago we got a sizeable private donation as well, Ms. Pope” the woman told
her, “I thought maybe you’d like to write a personalized thank you.”
“Definitely,
I’ll take the information and do that as soon as I get home” she smiled, it
seemed like all of her endeavors were having great success and she was so glad
to give back to children who desperately wanted to experience the arts but
didn’t have the means. The woman handed her a folded piece of paper and she tucked
it into her purse. They concluded the meeting and she rushed to get to her next
meeting on time. It was amazing that a year ago she felt like she had all the
time in the world but now her days were packed with the show and running her
charity and interviews. Her nights were beginning to be filled with everything
Fitz, talking to Fitz and dinners with Fitz and spending hours wrapped up in
Fitz’s arms.
Her next meeting carried on without
incident and she walked through her front door at 6:00 PM. She put her keys in
the bowl by the front door and walked to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine.
She sunk into the couch and took a long drink from her glass. She laid her head
back against the cushions and closed her eyes. Suddenly she remembered she had
to write the thank you note. She pulled the folded piece of paper from her purse
and opened it up.
X-X
Fitz checked his messages again,
still nothing from Olivia. He had texted her several times throughout the
afternoon but hadn’t heard back. He considered calling her but felt it more
important to give her space. Instead he called Ellie and talked to her for a
while about nothing in particular. She could tell something was on his mind so
she indulged him and allowed him to talk as long as he needed.
After talking to Ellie, Fitz went to
the bedroom and changed out of his clothes. He could smell her on his shirt. He
reached into the dresser and pulled on a pair of pajama pants forgoing a shirt.
Finally, he checked his messages, still finding nothing from Olivia. Fear and
doubt started to gnaw at him. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine, then
turned on the television and sat down on the couch. He picked up his phone
again, this time dialing Heather’s number.
“Hey
Dad, “ she sounded slightly breathless.
“Hi
Sweetie” he tried not to sound sad.
“What’s
the matter?” she asked. It was almost funny how her father thought he could
hide his feelings from her.
“Busy
day, I guess I’m tired” he lied.
“I
saw your interview this morning” Heather tried to cheer him up, “You were
great!”
“Thanks,
I thought we all did well” he relaxed a little. He started to go on but the
ring of the doorbell interrupted him, “Hey, can I call you back? There’s
someone at the door.”
“Sure,
love you Dad”
“Love
you too Honey”
Fitz hung up the phone and walked to
the door. He opened it and there stood Olivia, wearing the same clothes she had
on earlier. She looked up at him and he saw tears in her eyes.
“Livvie,
are you alright? What’s wrong?” he asked stepping aside so she could come in.
Maybe his gut had been right, something had happened to her, “Livvie?”
She stepped inside and he closed the
door behind her. She turned around to face him and without saying a word
pressed him up against the door and kissed him. Her tears began the stream down
her face unrestrained as they kissed.
Fitz was so torn, he adored kissing
her but he needed to know what was bothering her. Her kisses were deep and
urgent, the longer they kissed the more he felt himself losing the ability to
reason. Was she alright? Why hadn’t she called him all afternoon? Was this
supposed to be a goodbye kiss? He needed
to know. Her fingers tangled in his curls and her nails scraped his scalp. He
placed his palms on either side of her dainty face and pulled his mouth from
hers. He noticed a piece of paper in her hand.
“Olivia,
talk to me” he whispered pressing his forehead against hers, “What’s that?”
“Fitz…”
his heart began to thud when he didn’t see goodbye in her eyes, “Thank you” she
whispered.
“For
what?” he brushed the trails of tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.
“The
donation” she ran her palms along his cheeks, “even when you didn’t think we
would be together you donated all of that money.”
“I
like to support worthy causes” he shrugged and showed her the smile that he
reserved only for her.
“But
a hundred thousand dollars, Fitz? Do you know what we can do with that?” she
was in awe.
“I
had it to give” he kissed her lips, “And something that means a lot to you
means a lot to me.”
“Is
there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” she beamed.
“Let’s
go to bed, Livvie.”
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