Disclaimer: I do not own Scandal
AN: Hopefully this will make up for the last chapter. I wasn't intentionally trying to hurt anyone! I had my reasons! I think they're good reasons! ~ XOXO MAS
And I never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same
Blue Ridge, Georgia
Abby sighed as the bus rolled into Blue Ridge. "I miss DC." She muttered. "All this countryside isn't good for me."
Olivia snorted, "It's good for all of us, Abs. It's good to clear our minds and get away from the pollution."
"Being away from all the fumes is probably a good thing." Quinn assented.
"I actually meant the politicians." Olivia quipped. Chuckles surrounded her and Stephen tipped his coffee cup in salute to that. "Okay, we'll be at the hotel in about fifteen minutes. Tonight we have a dinner at the local headquarters. Then tomorrow morning we have to suck it up for a prayer meeting and breakfast. Then the town fair. We're staying the night, leaving tomorrow morning for Athens. We'll be on the bus by 5:30am sharp."
Harrison let out a content sigh, "We're really going to get another night spent in a hotel room rather than on a bus? That's just bliss." He murmured.
Olivia chuckled, "Don't get used to. The night after we'll be sleeping on the bus on our way back down to Atlanta." She warned.
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Olivia was just pushing the door to her hotel room open when she heard a familiar chuckle behind her ear, "I heard we were staying in the same hotel, but I had no idea we were neighbors."
She shivered at the husky, low timber, and turned slightly, "Good afternoon, Mr. Grant." She leaned against the wall, one hand still on the door handle. "How was your ride up to Blue Ridge?"
He hovered over her, "Quite uneventful. Yours?"
"Hm, same, although I have this awful crick in my neck from the bus ride." She arched her neck slightly with a sigh.
"Perhaps you should see someone about that." He suggested.
She hummed, "Well, I have about an hour before I have to be in Edison's room for a quick update meeting. Know anyone who could help on such short notice?"
More quickly than she could've anticipated, Fitz had her room key out of her hand, and was dragging her and her suitcase through the door. His hands in her hair as he pushed her back up against it, flicking the lock into place in the process. She sighed, reaching up to wrap her own hands around his neck, slipping her fingers through the silky strands to tug on them, eliciting a groan that was pure man from him.
His hands slid down her body, moving under her ass to hoist her up in the air. He deposited her on the dresser, a lamp falling over and cracking in the process.
He pulled back suddenly and she leaned forward trying to chase his lips. Instead, he pushed her back against the mirror, "Take off your clothes." He murmured. She shivered at his tone, but her hands immediately moved to the buttons on her silk blouse, tugging it from her slacks and leaning up to gracefully shrug out of it. Fitz's eyes darkened as they followed her movements. They were slow and sure and seductive. He growled and surged forward, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, yanking her plump bottom one between his teeth. She latched onto him, arching her legs up around his hips.
Picking her up again, Fitz dropped her on the bed. He slithered down her body, peppering kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, her stomach, reaching for the button on her brown slacks, he slid them and her cream colored panties down her legs, knocking her pumps off in the process.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Olivia reached around her back, popping open the clasp to her matching bra and tossing it on the floor with the rest of her clothes. She spread herself out wantonly across the bed. "You are beautiful." He murmured.
She drew him in with her legs reaching up to unbutton his shirt, "And you should be more naked." She ordered, her fingers quickly flicking through the buttons on his blue shirt, letting him push it off his shoulders so she could rake her nails down his abdomen. He was the perfect amount of chest hair, silky skin and firm muscles. He was purely man. "We only have an hour." She reminded him, "Not even, actually."
He growled and pulled out of her grasp. "I plan to make you scream." He murmured.
An hour later, Olivia was running five minutes late to her meeting in Edison's room, "There you are." Edison muttered when she pushed the door open.
"Sorry, got caught up on the phone." She lied, settling into a chair, "So, let's get started. Here's our agenda." She pulled a stack of papers out of her folder and passed them around."
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When they were standing outside waiting for the bus to pull up thirty-five minutes later to head to the local headquarters, Abby murmured, "So, how was your phone call?" She asked with an arched brow.
"It must've been some phone call to make you late." Quinn teased.
Olivia kept a straight face, "What did I say about discretion? Or were the two of you too hungover to pay attention to that little detail?"
Abby bit back a squeal, "Oh you were so getting it on with Mr. Hot Fixer."
"Mr. Hot Fixer?" Olivia asked. "Really?"
Quinn scoffed, "I'm with Liv on that, you need a better nickname."
"What? He's hot. He's a fixer. Duh." Abby rolled her eyes impatiently at them.
"You're insufferable." She murmured as Harrison and Huck joined them, silencing the conversation.
"What?" Harrison asked, a pear in hand, "Did we interrupt some girl talk?"
Olivia rolled her eyes, "The bus is here, let's go." She ordered, ignoring his question altogether.
Harrison chuckled and smacked Huck in the shoulder, "We definitely interrupted something good."
Huck's eyes were narrowed in on him, "Why do you care? You're not a girl." He pointed out, following Olivia onto the bus.
"So lame." Harrison sighed, "So sad."
"Or maybe you're the one who's lame and sad." Abby quipped, darting away before Harrison could respond.
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Blue Ridge Town Fair
"Good morning, Miss Pope." Fitz came up behind her again, "And how are you this fine day?"
Olivia snorted, "Technically, it's 12:15, so it's good afternoon." She pointed out.
He chuckled, "Alright then, good afternoon, Miss Pope. How are you this fine day?"
She looked up at him, "Quite good actually. A wonderful doctor of sorts really worked out some of my kinks last night."
He grunted, "Sounds like someone you should see on a regular basis." Fitz advised.
Olivia hummed in agreement, "I was hoping to make an appointment tonight. Maybe find a place to meet him ahead of time for a drink."
"I think he may be able to squeeze you into his busy schedule." Fitz assented, "Ah, and here is Billy Chambers, Sally Langston's chief of staff. What can we do for you this beautiful afternoon, Billy?" Fitz asked.
Olivia could hear the slight amount of mocking in Fitz's tone and she wondered at it. Perhaps, she thought, she'd ask him about that later tonight after they were sated and happy. Or maybe not, she didn't want him to think she was in this for trade secrets. She played all of her campaigns above board and, while she always had opposition research in her arsenal, she never used it.
Billy chuckled, "We haven't formally met. Billy Chambers. I'm a big fan, Miss Pope, even as we find ourselves on opposite sides." He took her hand, bowed slightly and brushed a kiss to the back of it.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chambers."
"I prefer when beautiful women call me Billy." He corrected lightly. She hummed an acknowledgement, but didn't respond to that. Perhaps there was nothing more to Fitz's opinion of Billy other than distaste because the man was creepy.
Two hours later, Olivia and Fitz were seated at a table with Leo, Jake, Billy, Harrison, Abby, Quinn and Huck. Fitz held up his bottle of water, "Here's to the rival campaign staffs actually being able to get along for a spell."
"Or them all just wanting to sit in the shade for a while." Harrison grumbled. "The fruit may be better, but is it always so damn hot in the South?"
Billy chuckled, "You'll get used to it." He offered up.
"Not likely." Leo and Harrison muttered together.
"Excuse me," a young blonde woman came up, "but Senator Langston would like to speak to you guys." She motioned to Fitz, Billy, Leo and Jake.
Fitz grinned and smacked his hand on the table, "Well, good luck, see you all around." He waved and walked off.
"They make some very hot Republicans." Abby murmured when they were wrong. "Well, not Billy, but the rest of them."
"Yes they do." Quinn agreed.
"Not interested." Harrison stood up, "I'm going to hunt down more water. Or some scotch. I'm not sure which right now."
Olivia chuckled and watched Harrison wander off, the thought of booze bringing Abby with him. She had to admit, though, as she watched Fitz interact with Sally, he was one hot Republican.
SCANDAL
XOXO
MAS