Hey everybody, I know it has been forever. I am sooo sorry. I have been so busy lately. And I apologize. *face palm*. But anyways, so if any of you have read my other story, "Happily Ever After?" I am going to be updating it pretty soon. I don't know when but it will be soon. I have a couple of changes to make and chapters to replace and move around but yeah, it will still be the same storyline.
Soooo, if anyone saw last night's episode. I am sure you saw the ending with Edison and Liv. I am really starting to like them. They are cute together. He can't replace Fitz of course, with all of his sexiness. Mmhmhm. Gosh, I love me some Fitz. But anyways, Edison is cute and seems to really be intrigued by her. And she seems to feel the same way. So after seeing that I decided I would write something about it. It's a little one-shot, but I hope you enjoy it and please review and tell me what you think.
-Xäri
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I've seen your face a thousand times
Have all your stories memorized
I've kissed your lips a million ways
I've held you too many times to count
I think I know you inside out
The Real Thing: Gwen Stefani
I wasn't expecting this.
I was ready to eat popcorn and drink and debate about presidents.
Watch Angelina Jolie in that movie with the gun, or in that movie with the other gun.
But I definitely wasn't expecting this.
I was expecting to hear her giggle and see her eyes light up with excitement and enthusiasm. I was expecting her to invite me to stay.
Expecting her to tell me to make love to her. Expecting her to proclaim how good we were together.
I was expecting a lot of things. But never in my wildest dreams, did I expect this.
She was crying.
Olivia Pope wasn't crying.
Liv was crying
Liv the person.
The person who lived behind the facade that she put up.
The person I called my friend.
My lover.
The person who would lie in my arms at night and wake up in them in the morning.
Not just Liv the person, but Liv the woman.
I saw that Liv, not the one I expected to see. I expected the new Liv.
The one who seemed to no longer have emotions.
The one who swore she didn't cry.
But instead I saw Liv the woman who had emotions and who cried.
The real Liv.
The true Liv.
That was the one who was crying. And when she fell into my arms and wept it reminded of that Liv. But not just any Liv.
It was my Liv.
Edison's Liv.