Treegate: A Short Story
President Grant and Olivia Pope have ended their affair, but it is hardly over. Both have tried to get on with their lives but they both know it is not working. Olivia has started seeing an old flame and Fitz and Mellie are at least on speaking terms. But how does one move on from the love of your life? You don't. You cannot sleep. You can barely do your job. You have a very short fuse. You are ticking. You are about to explode. So says Cyrus Beene, White House Chief of Staff. He knows of the illicit affair between the star-crossed lovers and what its demise has done to the President.
With the help of the Secret Service (SS) Cyrus devises a plan for the two ex-lovers to meet on the hunting trail. He knows they both still love each other so he is hoping this meeting will at least take the edge off of the President's mood. The man is the leader of the free world for Christ's sake. He has to snap out of it. The SS picks Olivia up and delivers her at Cyrus' request.
Olivia came but she is livid. He can't just summon her like before. They are done! She is sitting in the SS car fuming. She sees him walking up and her heart nearly stops. Why can't she stop loving this man, why? She is going to refuse to get out of the car. She will not talk to him. She won't.
Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III is livid. He has recently seen pictures of Olivia and an old boyfriend and they have incensed him. His jealousy where Olivia is concerned is all consuming. No matter they have broken up. No matter he is married, she is his. He has tried to get her out of his system but he can't. He loves her for Christ sakes. Why won't she come back to him? Cyrus said he should talk to her and maybe he should. She is so feisty and that business of hers is going to get her into big trouble one of these days. Maybe today is the day he can talk some sense into her.
He has not seen her for months other than in those goddamned pictures with Edison Davis. The thought of another man touching her was killing him. He wanted to tear the man apart limb by limb. He walked up to the car and stood there. The sight of her warmed his heart. But the anger was still there. She would not even acknowledge he was there. "Get out of the car," he stated emphatically. She still did not move. "Get out of the car." Nothing. "Get out of the damned car Olivia!" He had never shouted at her, but he was at a limit.
Why is she here? It is over between them. She knew it should have never started. But she had loved him so much. She went for it, the painful devastating love of an affair. She wouldn't try to minimalize what they had. It was wonderful. Fitzgerald Grant III was it for her. He had become her entire world. He loved her like no one else had. Every waking moment had become about him. She sat by the phone
waiting for him to call. She lived for their stolen moments. Sure he had given her all he could. He was married with children and he was the President of the United States. He had said he would give it all up for her; she had been so tempted to let him. But what if he came to hate her afterwards and left her. Everyone that has ever claimed to love her eventually left her. She could not face that with Fitz. She had ended it, so why was she here?
He was screaming at her. Fitz the gentlest man she knew was screaming at her. He was mad as hell obviously. She looked at him then and she saw so much pain mirrored in his eyes. She almost ran to him, but what would it solve? She just looked at him and got out of the car. He went to the trunk of the car and came back with a pair of boots. Yes they were hers; they had taken many walks seeking stolen moments. Wonderful moments that she relived in her head night after night. She loved him but she just couldn't do it anymore.
She followed him to a place to sit down and he pulled off her shoes as he had done so many times before but he was not as gentle as he usually was. He is angry with her. He glares at her, she glares at him. He laces up the boots and expects her to just follow him like a puppy. She doesn't budge. He implies if she doesn't get up he will get her up himself. She gets up. "Where are we going?" Hunting he says. "Hunting,?" she says. He heads out taking a gun. She inquires does she get one? His answer is no. So begins their walk.
They walk, they talk. Neither is really paying that much attention to topics. There is a certain topic about one of Olivia's clients and National Security. It is all meaningless chitchat because all this is really about is two people that love each other and have not seen each other for months. She had asked him if her being here was personal, he had denied it. Angrily he walks on seething, yes this IS personal. But he would never admit it!
She calls to him to stop walking. This has gone on long enough. Long ago they had begun to communicate without words. She looks at him and says with her eyes. I love you Fitz, only you. But you are married and the President, we had to stop. He looks at her, so lost in his love for her and consumed by jealousy. With his eyes he says I Iove you too Olivia, only you. The thought of another man touching you, it is killing me. I AM married, I AM the President, but I can't stop; I won't.
Olivia momentarily forgets she is trying to end this affair. She beckons him with her eyes. "Come to me." Fitz comes to her and embraces her. They kiss. All bets are off. He did not want this to go sexual but God he had missed her. He wanted her with a passion and she had called him to her. She wants him too. He is holding her again. His hands are gliding across her body touching anything he can. He pulls
open her blouse and lifts up her bra. He begins to lick and suckle at her breasts. His erection is grinding into her. The relief he feels to have her in his arms again is energizing him. He feels a need to be deep inside her. His need for her is overwhelming him. It is proprietary. It is primal.
The Secret Service has seen this type of scene played out numerous times before with the POTUS and Olivia Pope, so they turn their heads and give them privacy. They knew the presidential marriage was a sham. They also knew about his relationship with Olivia Pope. Their job was to protect the President not judge him. So that is what they did.
The POTUS and Olivia Pope are backed against a tree fully clothed. His erection is settled between her legs and he is creating a friction that is remarkably sensual. Liv is responding to him pressing her core into him. She can feel her juices flowing from her. "Touch me Liv," he pleads. She puts her hand between them and runs her hands up and down his length. "Livvie I have missed you so much. God I need you, I love you," he rasped. "Fitz oh Fitz, I love you too. I want you too, but we can't do this," she says as she is kissing him and rubbing his erection.
Their minds are momentarily lost. He starts to undress her. He wants in. He wants to feel her around him. He imagines her collapsing around him as she comes; he wants to be inside her. His hand is in her pants. Her panties are soaked. He touches her and she is so wet. She wants him inside of her now so badly. She moves freely against his hand. For the love of God, she needs this. She opens her eyes seeing bright blue sky and SS standing in the shadows. What in the hell are they doing?
Olivia regains her senses first and halts where they would have gone backed against a tree. Her blouse is open her breasts exposed glistening and tender from his kisses. She closes her blouse and pulls her pants closed. "I am not yours," she cries. But she is. "This is over," she says. But it is not.
Mean while he watches her turn and go. He doesn't call to her, he wants to, but he doesn't. There is desolation in his eyes and a pain in his heart. Still hard as stone he adjusts himself and takes a deep breath. What in the hell was he thinking? Obviously he has lost his mind. Liv must think him the most base of men. Would he really have fucked her against a tree? Damn it had been so long and he wanted her so badly. Would he have really gone there? His erection deflates and so does his heart.
As she rides back to Washington, DC her heart is heavy. She has just left the only man she has ever truly loved. She can't have him because he is married to someone else. There was a time she would have gone there. She would have taken her pleasure with Fitzgerald Grant III, POTUS, right under that tree. They had been deeply in love and reckless at times, she knew that. But how else does one conduct an illicit affair with the President of the United States of America? They weren't all about sex but they had concluded from the onset that the best sex they had ever had was with each other. She couldn't keep
her hands off of him and he was the same way about her. Fitz could go all night if she would let him. Damn it stop thinking about him, you ended it, didn't you?
As he rides back to Washington, DC his heart is heavy. The only woman he has ever truly loved has rejected him yet again. Why, because he is married with children of course? And this goddamn Presidency. He should have walked a year ago. But he let Olivia sway him. They would have been building their lives together by now. How could he really be all he could be as President when it was keeping him from the one thing he wanted most in this world?
And he still had his father issues. How could he still hate a dead man so much? Fitzgerald Thomas Grant II aka "Big Jerry" had been dead almost three years and he wished he were alive so he could kill him himself. He had known he didn't love Mellie, so why in the hell did he go through with it? Then he allowed children to be brought into the farce. He loved his children. They were innocent victims that had been dragged into this mess.
He just wasn't sure he could do this much longer. What if Liv gave up on them and really turned to someone else? No he wasn't going to go there he could not bear it. They had not spoken of it since their so-called break-up, but Liv had promised to wait for him. He intended to hold her to that promise regardless of where they were right now. God this fucking life of his was no life at all if Olivia was not in it!