Happy Summer Gladiators! Hopefully the hiatus is treating you too badly. I known lots of Olitz fanfics and season 1 &2repeats have been keeping me alive.
So I took my other stories down because I got a sorta negative comment which made me even more self-conscious about my writing than I already was. But after months of debating with myself. I've decided to test the fanfic waters again, with this little Olitz one shot. This is what I feel was happening during Olitz's first #OneMinute during the trail. So leave lots of feedback. And hopefully enjoy!
His eyes.
Inviting yet intimidating. Metallic grey like slate. Similar to the wintery sky. Looking into her soul. Sifting out the truths and the lies. Searching for her love.
Her eyes.
Brown and iris less, deepens to the color of caramel. Like sugar coming to a boil. Expressive and emotional. Looking into his soul. Praying he gets what her eyes are saying. What she's too scared to say.
'I love you'
Her lips.
Full. Settled in a perfect pout. They call out to him begging to be shown affection. To make contact with his.
His lips.
Telling a story of their own. Speaking of the pleasure they could bring to her. Deeply rooted in a mischievous smirk. They themselves ooze cockiness. Taunting her as his tongue pokes out to greet his lips. Pink meeting pink.
Her scent.
As sweet as honeysuckle. As fresh as daisies. Reigniting memories from his childhood: a little boy sitting in the garden drinking lemonade with his mother on a cool summer evening. He chuckles to himself, realizing how something as simple as her scent can trigger such a beautiful memory. He stares at her in awe of the power she has over him.
His scent.
Masculine. Strong. Yet sweet. The same scent her father had. She innately knew her father's smell. And whenever the fragrance filled her nostrils, she knew her father was there with her as he always was. Now as the same scent came from Fitz. She knew one thing for sure.
He would always be there.
No words were spoken as the pair continued their analysis of one another. Making mental notes; Remembering every detail that they can. Their eyes finally meet once more as they exchange the information they have gathered about the other.
He reaches out to touch her cheek and opens his mouth as if to say something, but is interrupted by the voice of his wife Mellie. She drags Olivia along with her to advise her on her attire. And like that she is gone.
But he doesn't leave. He stays there going over the intel he has gathered. And after some thought he comes to a conclusion: he wants Olivia Pope.
And he will have Olivia Pope. No matter the cost.
So there's my little one shot. I may continue it, I already have in mind the direction I could take it in if I do. But it will only be if you guys tell me to. :) So, I hope you enjoyed. Just wanna give a shout out to some of my fanfiction/twitter sisters lol. ButterflyPages, BellaDameNoir, and Lonnii Renae. Also be on the look out for another story from me, (POSSIBLY), titled 'Political Music' So yeah, once again leave me feedback, cause it makes me happy.
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Love and Grey Bunnies. ;)