#HOLY FITZ! Happy #ScandalThursday
Yes you are seriously seeing THIS right. I am dropping this NEW FIC, the sequel to "Yes Mr. President There Is A Santa Claus" tonight of all nights. I wanted to make TGIT and Scandal returns a night to remember. I figured whether you watch the show or not, this would make anyone who read the prequel's night.
So a reminder, if you have NOT read, "Yes Mr. President There Is a Santa Claus." DO NOT READ THIS FIC!
Without further adieu, here it is… (Yes you can seek me out later on twitter or tumblr later and whoop my butt for this.)
As always thank you for reading, favoring, and dropping me #TGITCrumbs on your way out.
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P. S. The artwork that accompanies this story was made by KatrinaBill. She did an incredible job I could not be more pleased.
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Yes Olivia, There Is A First Lady
Chapter 1: Two Hearts, One Family
"Don't rush into planning; Take some time to enjoy this truly special time with your fiancée. It only comes once." – Alexandra Beauregard
A Family Heirloom…
"Yes Olivia, there is a First Lady – And she is you," is uttered over and over again as Fitz peppers his fiancée's face with kisses. There is no a section of soft mocha skin on her face he's leaves untouched from his lips. He JUST cannot help himself. She squeaks, moans delightfully as Fitz showers her with his happiness.
She sighs, giggles then cackles as his lips touch every spot of her soft mocha skin. "Fitz," she squeals attempting to get him to stop. She feels wet spots. She shifts her face away overwhelmed from his affections but his grip tightens. He draws her closer, pressing her chest to his. He JUST cannot stop. He'll NEVER be able to stop kissing her now that she agreed to be his wife.
Whoa!
"Hello. Holy shit she said yes," he speaks to himself.
He stops briefly as their eyes connect. "Fitz," she questions why he stopped so abruptly but partially relieved.
"I asked you to marry me Livy," he speaks out loud more for himself than for her.
"Yes Fitz," she points out. She then shows him her LEFT hand with his family's priceless engagement ring on her finger.
"My ring is on your finger," his eyes widen at its new location on her finger.
"Of course that is where it would be Fitz. I said YES. We are getting married," she clarifies with a puzzled expression.
"Wait," he stops. "You-said-yes."
She snickers. "Yes Fitz I did." She rolls her eyes. He begins to speak but she kisses his lips. "But in case you didn't hear me Mr. President, YES I will absolutely marry you. Pick the date and time Mister and I'll be there. I cannot wait to become your wife, First Lady and Mrs. Olivia Grant."
"Olivia Grant." Her words wash over his heart, mind and soul like a storm on the perfect day. It is at that moment it hits him. A fresh wave of emotions travels through his body as this entire day finally catches up with his mind. His heart of course KNEW she said yes, but his mind it finally clicked.
"SHE SAID YES," he bellows boisterously at the top of his lungs as he picks her HIGH up in the air. Fitz then begins to twirl and dance with her around the room. Olivia laughter is carried through the acoustics in the massive ballroom. She buries her face into his neck as walks, strolls, then staggers with her up in his arms.
He is holding her so high above him. She swears if he raises her any higher, she'll topple over his shoulders. "OLIVIA POPE JUST SAID SHE IS GOING TO MARRY ME AND HAVE MY BABIES," he screams even louder. "THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS IS GOING TO MARRY ME!"
"Fitz," she chastises as he teeters with her HIGH up in the air around the around.
"My LIVY said YES," he hollers again, hoisting her even higher.
She feels as if she's Isabeau from Ladyhawke. In the closing moments of the movie Captain Navarre lifts Isabeau high into the air, into the light. The rays of from the sun from the eclipse cast down on them. The curse had been broken from the Bishop and at long last they can be together.
Fitz has placed his arms just under her bottom raising her high into the air. "Fitz," she screeches. She braces her hands on his shoulders to offer support as he begins to spin her around. She closes her eyes as she feels them beginning to pick up speed. "I'm going to be sick," she warns him half-heartedly.
She gasps suddenly as arms lift off just under her bottom, then she moved down his body in one motion. "Oh my God," she bellows as she's then cradled backwards. One hand holds her face positioning her for another kiss on the lips.
He stops seeing her left hand with HIS engagement sparkling on the ring finger. It was an ornamental piece of jewelry until it was placed on Olivia's hand. His mother Lillian Grant has not worn the ring since her 25 wedding Anniversary. Big Jerry surprised her with a brand new bridal set when they renewed their wedding vows. He designed her new engagement ring and wedding band himself.
Since that day, the Rose Colored diamond Engagement rings and its matching wedding band, where hidden in the Grant Family vault. Lillian explained to Fitz when he noticed one day missing from her hand.
She assured him. "Fitz that ring is safely locked away in the vault. It is now meant to be worn by the woman of your choosing."
He swore to his mother he'd never find the RIGHT girl. She didn't have to be "perfect" Lillian explained when he noticed one day missing from her hand. Fitz gave up ever asking for the ring knowing his mother would not retrieve it UNTIL it was time. The ring was not meant for his brother or sister he was taught early on.
It could only be passed on from one Fitzgerald to another. In Fitz's memory it had always been that way from his the first "Fitzgerald Grant" to himself. If he ever were to marry, have a child, and not name him Fitzgerald, it would be up to the Grant family whether the ring would be passed down to the next generation.
However it was his time…finally. All he needed to do was BELIEVE.
Lillian gave it to him just before Fitz went to Olivia on Christmas Eve giving her the LAST – FIRST kiss they'd ever have. Lillian was the only one in the family that new the combination to the vault besides Big Jerry. It was HER that had to be the one to give him his Great Grandmother's wedding set.
His mind flashes back to that night Lillian found Fitz sitting by their Christmas tree staring at the ring. "She going to love it my Dear," she cooed waltzing over to her son. Big Jerry was in another room working leaving mother and son alone.
"Mom how did you know I'd…," he's halted in his words as Lillian closes her hand around the wedding set encasing it in Fitz's left hand. He wanted to ask for the priceless wedding set for Olivia but feared his mother would not give it to him as of yet. He feared she'd think it was too soon or that Olivia was not right for him.
"A mother knows her son," she cups her free hand around his cheek. She runs her hand gently across his skin. Fitz exhales deeply. "I watched you with Olivia the entire time I was there. I didn't want to see IT at first by then I really paid attention Fitzgerald. I knew there would be NO other for you. She truly is perfect."
"Mom what did you see," Fitz inquires pleasantly surprised by her words. It is not every day that Lillian Grant admits that she IS wrong about something or someone.
"Everything my sweet boy," Lillian cups his face. He blushes. Fitz is in his early 40's but to Lillian he'll always be her special baby boy. It was as if he was born with two hearts as a baby instead of one, always searching for the love he'd been missing his entire life. Lillian loves him more than anything on his earth, enough to fill an ocean. But that is nothing to compare to the joy she has found seeing him in love with the right woman.
"I don't…," he begins to understand by she stops him.
"It's of little consequence now Fitz. But for the record, it didn't matter how, or even when Olivia came into a room, the moment she didn't everything about you shifted."
"Shifted?"
"It was as if, you were breathing, seeing, BEING yourself for the first time. You literally lit up when she entered your office that morning," she began to explain.
"Lit up…what like a Christmas tree," he teases her.
"Yes Fitz very much like that," she rubs the lipstick off his cheek. "The day she came to see you in the Oval, the morning we arrived, you seemed lost. You were keeping yourself busy and focused on everything so we wouldn't see that you had a girlfriend. I sensed a change in you the moment I saw you but I couldn't place it, until Olivia arrived. You were lost until Olivia entered the Oval Office."
"I was not lost," he protests.
"Oh yes my precious boy you were," he blushes at her words. "But the very instant Olivia came into the room and your eyes –heart connected with hers, everything changed. I didn't realize it but I saw my son transform into the President I always knew you'd be."
"Mom," he sighs as his cheeks heat up.
"Fitz," she cups his face. "There was this twinkle in your eyes when you two stole glances from the other. Your smile broadened, and of course you carried yourself differently. It was all these little things you'd kept hidden from those close to you. Olivia brought them out. Your father figured it out but I hadn't. If I was really paying attention, I would have noticed how much you two loved each other in that first meeting. She literally took your breath away."
Fitz sighs deeply. "She did. Actually Livy always does. Every time I look at her, I struggle to find air because I can't believe she loves me as much as I love her. But Mom it's not a big deal."
"Oh yes it was. IT IS. I was so afraid of losing you to the WRONG woman I almost pushed the RIGHT – no ONLY woman for my son away. I was so worried about protecting you from harm, that I almost ruined your chance at love." Fitz kisses both her hands. "Through every event planned, Olivia never left your side unless it was absolutely necessary. Even then she hated being away from you," she explained gently.
"I hate it too," he admits. "I feel as if I lose the best part of myself when she is not near. I never knew loving another person this strongly could feel this way Mom. I miss her so much," he huffs. "All I want is for us to be together."
"I know you do Fitzgerald," she holds his hand gently. "And I know she misses you. I see the videos she sent you. They are adorable." Now he blushes. "But that day she spoke to me alone," her voice suddenly drops off.
"Mom?"
"I'm okay dear. But Olivia had these STRONG and POWERFUL words the day she spoke AT me. After our conversation and noticing how well you two work as team, I knew she was the one."
"At you," he questions.
"Yes. She put me in my place when it comes to her feelings for you Fitz. I've never heard anyone describe her feelings like that for another person. Her words were literally flying at me like knives in the air."
"Mom she didn't mean to upset you," Fitz reasons.
Lillian smiles. "I know that now. You are her life now. I will not divulge anything that was uttered between Olivia and myself," she continues, "but I will say she is without a doubt the woman you have waited to give these rings, and Doux Bebe too. She is no doubt Senator Louis Pope's daughter. She not only defended herself to me Fitzgerald, but she defended your relationship and her feelings."
Fitz swallows hard. "Livy stood up for us – for me?"
"She did and with a power I had never encountered before." The tears begin to form in his eyes. "Olivia is the one Fitzgerald. Your father and I would be proud to have her wear these rings. I have a hunch they will fit her already," she quips then kisses his cheek. "Don't wait too long to propose and marry her. I want more grandbabies."
"Mom," he mutters embarrassed. He nods then swallows the lump in her throat. "I really love her Mom."
"I know you do. Olivia not only turned you into the Man of the People Fitz, but the President you were destined to become ONLY with her by your side," she explains. "You would be a wonderful President Fitz, but with Olivia your life in the White House it will become so much more."
"Mom will we make it," he states in a voice full of hope. "To come this far, to find her, then loose her would destroy me from within my very soul."
Lillian smiles as she wipes the stray tears from his face. She places the ring on the table by the lit tree. She squeezes both his hands in her own. "Will it be difficult once you two bring your relationship into the light? Of course," she sighs. "But anything in life you really have to work hard for is worth it."
"Livy is worth everything Mom. I love her so much." He leans forward to kiss her cheek. "Mom how will I know the time is right for me to propose? How did Dad know?"
"That is a question only you can answer. You'll not only think it is right but YOU WILL FEEL it." Fitz squints. "Trust me." Fitz thanks his mother.
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"Dreaming of Little Feet…"
His mind returns to present glancing at the engagement ring on Olivia's finger. It not only fits but it suits her. It's as PRICELESS as is the gorgeous women in his arms. She is GOING to marry him and become his wife. His scolds himself from not asking before, but it would have been too soon.
Everything about this moment – this day was utter perfection. From the very first rose that arrived at her apartment to now. He planned and calculated every moment he was not with her methodically. He gave each unique rare rose to Olivia because he could not stop himself from "proposing to her" all day.
When Olivia remembers this day – their very first Valentine's Day, Fitz wanted to make certain she would remember each rose, it's meaning, and all their moments through the flowers leading up to the moment the ring slid down the string onto her finger. His heart pounded in his ears watching the helicopter rise and his grandmother's ring slide down the string to its final destination.
Her left hand on the ring finger.
Olivia's very rarely wore any rings on her hands. Fitz recalled never seeing her wear any ring of any kind UNTIL he placed Doux Bebe Christmas morning. To this very day it was the ONLY ring Olivia wore every day UNTIL this very moment.
Both his Great-grandmother's rings shine on his fiancée's hands. The PINK rare diamonds sparkle like the ocean in a Tropical Hideaway. It was meant for Olivia and her alone.
He never thought he'd ever come to this place of being utterly happy. Fitz gave up on marriage and children long ago. He figured he'd be a bachelor, uncle, and of course the President of the United States. Marriage and children were not in the cards for him UNTIL Olivia Carolyn Pope waltzed into his life – heart with her adorable little scarf scared to death of him.
Not only has she grown and changed from their first meeting, but he has himself. She helped Fitz fight for HIS dream which in turn became their dream. If he had anything to say about it, they'd be married tomorrow and in less than three months Olivia would be pregnant with their first child.
Those thoughts of her "with-child" – HIS CHILD permeate into his mind like a brush fire. Images of a positive home pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom counter, then the first OBGYN visit and ultrasound where he's sees their baby on the monitor. The heartbeat coming out of the speakers.
Images of Olivia eating crazy foot combinations, scolding him for taking all her high heels, and barely allowing her to lift a finger to do anything in the Residence. Then of course day by day, month by month her now flat stomach, grows and changes as their baby does inside her womb. He pauses in his movements and drops to both his knees.
"Fitz," Olivia mumbles in shock thinking he's hurt. His arms wrap around her waist and soon he's kissing the lace of her gown over her flat stomach. He is mumbling into her stomach and it is then she realizes it. "Not tonight Mister," she warns. "You are not getting me pregnant until I have two rings on this finger."
A gleam emerges in his eyes as he stands slinking his way up her body. He hovers ever closer to her picking up her hand with Doux BeBe. Slowly he inches it off her finger then onto her ring finger with the engagement ring. The moment both rings touch, he lifts it bringing it to his lips. He kisses them both gently as his warm blue eyes connect with hers.
"Fitz," she warns as his hands coil around her body. The arousal of making babies is in his eyes. She pushes him away, earning her a soft chuckle.
"Come here Mrs. Grant – to be," he smirks, eyeing both rings on her finger. His heart warms as the words leave his mouth.
"Ah huh," she sighs continuing to increase the distance between them. But Fitz remains undeterred and continues his path to bring her back into his arms. She raises both her hands in front of her body. "Stay Mr. President."
"No. You JUST said Livy that if you had TWO rings on that finger we could," he pauses with a wink, "you know, have a go at starting a family. So," he drops his voice to a lower tone, "let's get busy." His eye brows wiggle suggestively as his gaze moves to the staircase.
Now she laughs. Its sound echoes through the room, warming Fitz from within. If he could bottle her laughter into a jar to keep a reserve hidden for his worse days, he would. Her laughs heals his any broken heart.
"No Fitz," she increases her steps backwards to move away. "I didn't mean it like that you know it."
"Too late," he shrugs his shoulders eager to get her upstairs, in his bedroom and finally in bed. Visions their naked bodies finally touching skin to skin, then becoming one as he slips inside her, flash into his mind like a movie. He has wanted to make love to her – only for so long. He's been attracted to her since day one, and it's only increased.
"I want you," he growls in a tone causing shivers up her spine.
"I know you do Mr. President," she admits licking her lips noticing the now present "trunk" in his tux pants. "But what if I am not ready," she challenges increasing her steps. She is thankful her dress is short enough so she won't fall on her ass. "What if I aim to make you wait and work for it a little longer," she teases running the tips of her fingers on her breasts.
"Olivia," he growls like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. She is dangling on the edge of a cliff in front of his very eyes. Once he finally gets her up to bed, the only place they will be falling is INTO and out of each other. Going up and down from a high, due to a thirst only the other can quench. He craves her now more than ever before.
"Yes Mr. President," she moans licking her lips. "What can I DO for you-," she halts her thoughts abruptly as her back presses against the wall. Her eyes widen. In one swift motion he's pressed himself against her; colliding their two bodies together.
"Shit. FITZ!" He presses his painful hard shaft against her ensuring she fully understands he MUST have her now, tonight. He refuses to wait any longer than he must to make love to her.
"You were saying my beautiful fiancée," he murmurs as his lips just ghost above hers. His warm breath on her face, hands caressing her body send waves of desire and passion through her body. He massages her perfect bottom, bringing their bodies closer. She cannot stop herself from wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders then lacing her fingers in his soft curls.
"Fitz," her head tilts backwards granting him access to her soft neck. Her knees become weak as his lips connect with her soft skin. "Oh god," she moans as he licks and sucks his way up her neck. Her nails dig into his shoulder blades. He can feel it through his tux jacket and shirt. It spurs him to trail his lips higher.
He pauses just as his mouth hovers over her ear. He murmurs, "I want to make love to you Livy – so desperately. I have never in my years felt this unequivocal passion for a woman. I have loved you from the moment you came into my life. From that very instance I saw you play with Quincy."
"Fitz," she mutters as the tears now come down her cheeks. "You didn't know my name then or see my face."
"It made no difference. I heard your sweet voice talk to Quincy and I knew I had to find you," he admits holding her face in his hands. "It was…"
She studies him as he attempts to find the correct words. "Was…"
"A voice of an angle calling me home," he murmurs softly.
She whimpers. "I can't wait to marry you Fitz."
"I can't wait to marry you either, but right now," he wiggles his eyes then lifts her off the ground. His body is on fire for her consuming touch. The skin prickles on his neck, face and even in his hair. All he can think about how she'll feel against him when they are no more barriers of clothing separating them. "I'll settle for tucking us both in my massive bed upstairs, naked."
"Oh really," she quips. "Don't you have a country to run?"
"Fuck running the country," he boasts. Her mouth drops open at his word choice. "The country can run itself this weekend. The only thing on my agenda is you, IN YOU, showing you how desperately I want to join my body with yours," he growls in a lustful tone. Her entire body shivers.
She is almost falling apart in his arms already. She gulps. To test how determined he is, she suggests, "And what if my fiancée already wore me out and I just want to go to sleep in his arms tonight," she teases through hooded eyes and fluttery eye lashes. "Or I'm thinking we should wait till we get married."
He narrows his vision into her big brown eyes. "Olivia," he grumbles. "You can't be serious," he swallows hard fearing a lengthy cold shower may happen instead. If she prefers them to wait till their wedding night then he'll give it to her. It won't be easy. He wanted her before but now it is like nothing he's felt before.
"And if I am…," a high pitch exhale emits from her mouth.
"Then I'm taking a long cold shower tonight," he deadpans. She bits her lips then soon erupts in a fit of giggles. "You are a cruel woman," he huffs.
"But you love me," she smirks. "Don't you Mister," her hands snake down his chest to his evident hardened member in his pants. His knees practically give out as she begins to massage him through his pants. His grip on him is firm.
"Christ," he moves them slightly over to a place in order to sit her down. She is still touching him intimately over his tux pants. "I do love you Livy. So much," he groans. He shifts her body in order to stand between her legs. His hands lift her gown just enough in order for him to place his body where he needs to.
"Fitz," she whimpers as his soft, large hands caress her legs.
He grins. "I love you so much in fact, that most of this entire weekend, I plan on keeping you in bed. It's is the only thing I have planned, to make love to you upstairs in OUR bed." His baritone voice drops to a tone she has not heard him use before. The base of her feet pull him IN closer. She aches for any kind of friction to give her the release she needs.
She swears her lace panties are wet. "Fitz…," she moans throwing her hand into his curls. She aches to lift her gown and wrap her legs around his waist. If she does, she fears they'll never make it to the bedroom.
His large, soft hands travel up soft legs to her bottom and massaging it over her…
"Livy," he croaks realizing something is definitely missing.
"Yes," she breathes fluttering her eyelashes bashfully.
"Um," he is at a loss for words as his hands caressing all her soft skin over her thighs, hips and bottom. His arousal takes hold yanking her closer. "Olivia," he voices in a tone laced with need.
"Yes Mr. President," she whispers into his ear.
"Where are your panties," he swallows hard as his member becomes painfully hard.
"I kinda forgot to put them on," she teases. Her fingers rake through his curls. She bits her lip. "In fact I don't think I packed any panties." He gulps. "Didn't think I needed any. What do you think?"
"Christ I love you woman," he murmurs as his lips ghost above hers. His hot breath only increases the fire bubbling in her stomach.
"You know what else handsome," she quips biting his lower lip. He raises his eyes as she pulls away. "I am not wearing a bra either." All the air escapes his lungs. He's lost in his visions of her naked body as she slithers away from him. Her hands run across his chest, and then over his painfully hard member twitching in his trousers.
He stands there momentarily stunned as whispers into his ear from behind… "I am completely naked underneath this dress, Mr. President." All the color drains from his face as this new development hits him. Olivia never would have dreamt of doing this but something told her tonight would be the perfect occasion. She is staking him like a lioness in heat ready to pounce at her mate.
He gulps. "Liv," he exhales as his hands ball up into first to calm himself. He hears her heals click on the floor as she walks in front of him. Her hands walk up his chest, over his shoulders then finally wrap around his neck. He still won't touch her. "You mean," his eyes look her up and down.
"Ah huh," she giggles. "I need to hear you say it handsome," she sighs.
"Olivia," he gravels.
She pushes herself onto her tiptoes then takes his ear lobe into his ear. "I can feel how much you want me Fitz. I am SO hot for my fiancée the President of the United States right now." The tips of his fingers dig into his hands. "Say it Fitz then you can take me to bed."
Her eyes lock onto his and in seconds she's up in the air. "FITZ!"
"YOU ARE NAKED UNDERNEATH THIS GOWN," he growls as he walks her into a wall then crashes his lips onto hers. He begins to lift it off the ground, wanting her to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands are everywhere, all over her gown, aching to rip it off her body. Fitz pushes his pelvis into her center needing to find some kind of release.
Moans, whimpers, purrs, ragged breathing is exchange between the newly engaged couple as his love and passion for HIS woman begins to pour out of his mouth. His lips are all over her face, kissing her everywhere. He removes his lips from hers as her head arches backwards exposing her neck.
Instantly his lips suck on her skin, leaving wet marks behind. His hips grind against hers as they make out against the wall. He sees flashes of his ring on her finger as it passes by his eyes. He smiles even more as his lips find every exposed layer of skin trailing down her neck, collarbone and chest.
"Kiss me," she pleads in a hazy lust filled voice. He groans loudly as her nails scrape against his scalp only heightening his need to pull her close and never let her go. Olivia is what he's always wanted in a woman from her beauty in the inside to out.
"If I do Livy," he places his lips just inches above hers. His hands ghost up her rib cage just gracing the sides of her breasts. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as his touch consumes her from the very depths of her soul. He feels it too. "I'm not going to be able to stop."
"I don't want you to," her voice trembles. She wraps her arms around his neck tighter. She presses her chest into his. His eyes glance down and catch images of her naked cleavage aching to be freed from her purple gown.
"Kiss me," she now begs. His eyes zone onto her lips; their plush and soft calling to press his against hers.
Just as his lips brush against hers, they both hear, "FITZ!"
This voice breaks the happy couple out of their bubble. Olivia instantly recognizes it and turns to locate it in the room. Her eyes meet his. "What did you do?"
He was so caught up in their moment he totally forgot about what was too happened next. Just as he is about to explain….
"FITZ," is screamed at the top of a very familiar voice echoing through the ballroom as four thundering little feet come running down the staircase straight for Olivia and Fitz.
"UNCLE FITZ!"
"ANT LIBBY!"
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SHE IS GOING TO LEAVE US HERE! AFTER MONTHS OF WAITING FOR THIS NEW STORY, SHE DECIDES TO END IT HERE! AND FITZ STILL HASN'T GOTTEN ANY SUGAR! (UGLY CRIES AND SCREAMS)
Yes I am going to do exactly that. I know Olitz still hasn't gotten hot and heavy. I'm working my way up to it and no it won't take too long for it to happen. Poor Fitz won't survive the story if I were too. Neither would we…
I hope you enjoyed this opening to this new fic and sequel. There is plenty more to come and don't forget to drop some #Crumbs on your way. I have to be able to follow you home.
Thank you reading.
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