Fitz stands in his dressing room, changing into his suit for the evening. He was excited. Tonight, was the opening for the Broadway play he was starring in. He recently finished a movie in California and was glad to return to New York. Several of his cast mates from the movie, were expected to attend. He was thrilled his co-star; Olivia Pope had confirmed. He was looking forward to seeing her. He hadn't seen her since they wrapped the movie. She was very supportive of him, during filming. The movie was a romance film and they were the leading couple. The movie had several love scenes, which blurred the lines between their real feelings for each other and the character's feelings. They talked and laughed many nights in each other's trailer and hotel room. Fitz developed feelings for Olivia, but had to keep them at bay. She was in a relationship. Fitz ended his relationship at the close of the movie, due to the long distance. He was hoping it would send a message to Olivia that he was interested in her. They shared a kiss one night. It was passionate, raw and filled with desire. It wrecked him and made him want her even more. They never discussed it, only going their separate ways.
Fitz glances at his watch, realizing it was time to walk the red carpet. He was hoping to see Olivia. She was a major movie star and the reporters loved interviewing her. He greets the reporters, giving countless interviews. He acknowledges the cast mates from the movie with hugs and small talk. He searches the sea of reporters and doesn't see Olivia. Fitz sighs. The last picture is taken and he's whisked inside the theater. He glances at himself in the mirror, now transformed in the clothes of his character and walks on stage. The play was amazing and the cast receives a standing ovation. When he bows, he looks out in the audience trying to locate Olivia, but the lights are too bright. As the curtain closes he heads back to his dressing room and changes. He takes pictures with the cast mates from the movie and tells them he will meet them later for dinner. He asks Abby if she heard from Olivia and she shakes her head 'No'. His dressing room is finally empty and less chaotic. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the moment of being back on Broadway. Fitz gathers up his things to leave. He hears the click of the door. He turns and sees Olivia standing with her back up against the door.
"I thought you stood me up." Fitz states placing his things back on the table.
"Did you really think I would miss your opening night?" Olivia asks.
Fitz shrugs. "You weren't with the cast from the movie, I figured you changed your mind."
"I told you I was coming." She states.
"What did you think of the play?" He asks.
"It was ok." Olivia replies. "One scene is questionable."
"Really?" he asks. "Which one?"
"The part where your pretending to fuck your co-star in a chair." She hisses.
He was shocked by her tone. "Liv, what are you talking about, it's just acting, you know that." Fitz responds.
"Acting my ass." Olivia snaps. "Did you forget, I've done love scenes with you, Fitz. I can tell when you're doing more than acting. Your ears turn red…your breathing hitches…and you let out this deep groan. I watched you tonight in that scene, and you did everything I just mentioned."
"Bullshit, Liv, why are you bringing this up? Are you jealous?" He shouts.
He didn't mean to yell. He wasn't sure why she was overreacting about this particular scene. Olivia opened her purse retrieving her phone. "Forget it, Fitz, let's just take a picture together, for your fans, and call it a day." Olivia responds.
Fitz smirks, "You are jealous."
"So, what, if I am jealous. You pretend to fuck her every night, Fitz." Olivia seethes. "Anyway, where's your phone?" Olivia paces around his dressing room looking for his phone. He stops her movements, pulling her into him. "It's just acting, Liv." He reassures.
They hear a knock and Olivia moves out of his embrace.
"Come in," He responds.
Melissa his co-star walks in. "Hey Fitz, we are going to Carmichael's for dinner. You wanna come?" She asks.
Olivia clears her throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Fitz, I didn't realize you had company. Olivia Pope it's a pleasure to meet you. I loved your last movie, especially the chemistry between you and Fitz. It was amazing to watch." Melissa states.
"The pleasure is all mine." Olivia responds extending her hand.
"Your welcome to join us, if you want" Melissa states.
"I'm only in town for a couple of hours, maybe next time" Olivia responds.
Melissa turns back to Fitz, batting her eyelids, "Yes or No?"
Fitz looks at Olivia. Her eyes piercing through him.
"Maybe tomorrow, I promised to have dinner with my cast mates from the movie." He answers quickly.
Melissa smiles, "Ok, no problem. By the way, great show tonight." Melissa hurries out of the dressing room.
Olivia huffs and moves to the door. Fitz walks up to her and blocks the door.
"Are you fucking her for real?" Olivia blurts out.
"What!" Fitz snaps.
"You heard me," Olivia fumes.
"I'm not fucking anybody, Olivia, why do you care anyway. Aren't you still with Michael?" He asks.
"We're over, it's been over." She answers.
"When did you end it?" Fitz inquires.
"It doesn't matter, just know that it's over." Olivia says. "Let's take the picture, I have a plane to catch."
He finds his phone and they stand in the mirror taking several selfies. Their last picture they stick out their tongues, taking their famous picture for their fans.
"Post it," Olivia demands, handing him the phone. Fitz places the phone back in her hand. "You know I'm no good at social media."
Olivia posts the picture on all of Fitz's social media accounts. She sends several pictures to her phone, and hands the phone back to Fitz. She picks her favorite picture and posts it to her social media accounts. She watches as the number of likes increase under the picture on Instagram and Twitter.
"Now everyone knows I was here and supported you tonight." She says.
"Thank you." Fitz states.
She hated that she acted like a jealous lover, but after seeing the scene she couldn't get the visual out of her mind. The way Melissa gyrated her hips on him, made her furious. She knew she had no right to claim him. She was going to prove to him, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"Get dressed in Max's clothes." Olivia demands.
"Why?" Fitz asks.
"I want to do the scene with you." She states.
Fitz takes a deep breath, a lump forming in his throat.
"What time does the cast and crew leave?" She asks.
He looks at his watch. "In a few."
"Good. Where's the script?" She asks.
He opens his desk drawer and fishes around for his copy. He hands it to her.
"Find the part for me," She says.
Fitz moves behind Olivia, wrapping one hand around her waist, watching as she flips through the pages.
"Here it is," He says stopping the pages from flipping.
She glances over the scene, committing the words to memory. She has a photographic memory, making it very easy for her to memorize lines. She takes a second look and nods. "Make sure the stage is empty and everyone has left for the evening. I'm going out to get some tea. Meet me on the same sidewalk where the scene begins." Olivia demands.
Fitz swallows hard. Olivia opens the door and leaves. He stands in his dressing room, thoughts running through his mind. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts and walks out the dressing room. He roams the theater making sure everyone has left or is in the process of leaving. Jeff the stage handler was still cleaning and straitening up. He needed to think fast.
"Jeff, I'm going to run a few lines with Ms. Pope. Do you think we can use the stage without any interruptions?" he asks.
"Not a problem, Mr. Grant. I am finishing up here. I will make sure the area is locked. Just use the side entrance to exit and the door will lock on its own." He responds.
That was easier than expected he thought. He goes back to his dressing room, changes into his character's clothes, including his black over coat. He runs his fingers through his curls trying to bring some life to them. He takes a deep breath and leaves. Fitz checks to make sure the stage is empty and everyone is gone. He is nervous and his hand trembles a little. He walks down the long hallway on the side of the stage that opens to the outside. He places a small wooden piece at the bottom of the door to keep it from closing entirely. He walks outside, looking for Olivia.
"Looking for someone, Max." Olivia says calling him by the character's name from the play. Olivia was ready to give the performance of a lifetime. She can tell Fitz is nervous. She walks closer to him and whispers. "I had the street blocked off by my security team. No one is looking or taping. It's just us. Ready...Action."
Olivia begins to recite her lines from the play, "NBC's offering three point two and a half mil per for a package of five James Bond pictures, and I think I'm going to steal them for three point five with a third run –"
Fitz's eyes widen at the realization that she has the lines memorized. He recites his lines, moving in sync with her as if they had done it a thousand times. Fitz's hands roam her body, bringing her into him, kissing her lips passionately. She didn't miss a word as they moved into the theater, walking on the stage. Olivia moves around the stage as if she had been there before, remembering each corner she needs to stand. Fitz is impressed. He doesn't have to tell her anything. The part he has been waiting for is coming up and the thought of it, distracts him. He misses a line and she urges him to keep going. The script calls for her to hike up her dress and pretend to have sex with him in a chair. She's not going to follow the script completely. Fitz observes Olivia pulling down her thong, placing it in her hand. "Liv," Fitz calls out. "Stay in character," she quips. Fitz moves to the chair, taking off his over coat, sitting down. Olivia walks over to him, inserts her thong into his pocket. She sits on his lap, undoing his belt and the button. He looks up at her, as she continues to recite the lines from the play. His hands move to her hips, she mounts his hard length, letting it slide inside her. Fitz's head falls back in pleasure, Olivia bounces up and down on him, reciting line after line. He stills her.
"Stop," he groans.
Olivia pauses and stares at him.
"I don't want to fuck Diana from the play, I want you, Olivia." He pants.
She immediately loses her train of thought and the words she memorized vanish. Their eyes meet, soft and inviting. She notices his ears are beet red. "I've missed you," Olivia purrs. Her hips begin to move again and Fitz guides her deeper on him. He pumps…faster…harder inside her, bringing his hips off the chair, holding her lower back, so she doesn't fall. She moves with every thrust. "I've always wanted you, Olivia." Fitz groans as he empties inside her. Olivia rests her head on his shoulder. "I know," She says easing off of him. Her legs wobbly, as she tries to regain her composure. Olivia slips her thong out of his pocket, steps in it and straightens her dress. Fitz zips up his pants, moving to her. "I wish I was doing that scene with you every night." She lightly taps his shoulder and smiles. They begin to walk toward the exit.
"Dinner?" he asks.
"I have a plane to catch." Olivia responds. Fitz hits the lights on the stage. They walk out onto the busy New York street. Their black SUV's are parked and waiting for them.
"See you soon, Fitz." Olivia states.
"When is soon?" he asks.
Olivia smiles getting in the SUV, "I just bought an apartment in New York."
Fitz smiles as the SUV drives off. He glances up at the title of the play on the marquee. It was a great opening night.