Disclaimer: I don't own Scandal
AN: So its been a little bit since I posted anything and I heard I was missed. After watching the preview for next Thursday and seeing that it had parental discretion advised (lets hope its because they're going to be doing a little something something in that closet), I decided to write what I want to go down between Fitz and Liv. I hope you guys like it.
Ten months. That's how long it had been since she'd last seen him. Roughly six thousand, seven hundred and twenty hours, countless minutes, and what seemed like eons of seconds had passed. She felt every tick of the clock with an acute pain that she tried to outrun, out swim, out think, until she realized it was useless. He was in her blood and there was no way to get away from that. From him. So instead she paced. Her rug was worn from the circles she was walking every night but her brain made it impossible to get more than five hours of sleep.
She tried to talk herself out of it. She came up with a million and one legitimate cons for why she shouldn't go see him but they all were cancelled out by one pro. She loved him and had to see if this could work between them, if he could forgive her. Taking a deep breath, she dialed the phone. Cyrus picked up on the second ring which was surprising since it was two in the morning. She didn't have to say a word, he already knew what she needed.
"He's clear between two and five tomorrow. I'll make you an appointment under another name so he won't suspect anything. Goodnight," he said groggily and hung up.
Olivia had to smile to herself at that. Cyrus had been her connection to Fitz for the time that they were apart. He made her babysit a few times but it was worth it to know how Fitz was doing. Apparently everyone but her got a pass for Defiance but she knew if she could just explain, he would see why she did what she did.
Fitz read the line over again for the hundredth time but it still wasn't registering in his brain. He thought he was over her. He thought that he had fooled his heart out of loving her but he was wrong. He had made it the first seven months on anger alone and alcohol had gotten him past the eighth and ninth month. But this month nothing was numbing the pain that she left. She would show up in his dreams, pop up in his thoughts, fill his noise with her scent out of nowhere and make his body ache to touch her.
He kept replaying their last conversation and each time he wished to God that he didn't know that she was part of the election rigging. She was the only person that believed in him, in his dreams, or so he thought. Her betrayal hurt the worst and as many times as he wanted to pick up the phone and call her, he couldn't bring himself to dial the numbers. He wasn't the one wrong in this situation and he wouldn't go crawling back like he had time and time before.
His attempt to make it work with Mellie was laughable at best and he regretted ever giving her hope that he loved her. She tried on her part but it was no use. His mind, heart, body and soul belonged to Olivia, no matter how much he wished that he didn't.
The phone rang and it was his personal assistant letting him know that his two o'clock was here. The details of the meeting had been extremely vague, but Cyrus said it was important so he went along. He had a strange feeling that it was Olivia before he quickly remembered that that was a ludicrous idea.
Fitz was on the other side of the door but the emotional distance felt like his was on the other side of the world. Olivia self -consciously smoothed her hair down and ran her hands down her skirt to press out invisible wrinkles. She closed her eyes and sent a brief prayer before finally entering the office.
The look on his face started as confusion then moved to anger, relief, a brief glimpse of love, then back to anger before he masked his emotions all together.
"Ms. Pope, is there a reason that you're here?" Fitz asked coldly.
He never called her by her last name and to hear it on his tongue was foreign to her. Olivia tried not to show how it affected her and she squared her shoulders as she went to take a seat across from him.
"Fitz I…"she began nervously.
"Mr. President," he interrupted.
"What?"
"Only my friends and family can call me Fitz. Since you are neither, you will address me as Mr. President." The chill in his voice was enough to freeze any response she might have had.
"Ms. Pope, are you going to speak or are you going to waste my time?" he asked with a slight arch to his brow as he leaned forward in his chair.
Olivia opened and closed her mouth several times before she finally found her words. "I came to try and explain why I did what I did."
"Well that would be nice if I cared why you rigged the election. But since I don't, you can leave and tell Cyrus that I want to speak with him," he dismissed her and picked up a paper that was sitting on his desk.
"Please Fi…Mr. President. Just let me explain why and if you never want to see me again after this then I understand," she asked as she tried to convey her need to assuage the pain in her chest from the guilt.
"This ought to be interesting. Go ahead, tell me how you could do what you did then turn around and claim to love me." His need to know was greater than the need to make her suffer for what she put him through.
"It wasn't a claim, I did…I do love you. I didn't want to. I told them over and over that this was crazy, that you could win on your own. I knew what kind of man you were and I knew that you were what the country needed. But you kept losing the debates and it wasn't looking good for you. Then your Dad died and when we talked after the funeral, I could see how much you wanted this. It was the day before the election when I finally said okay. Don't you see? I loved you that much that I was willing to set aside everything, risk everything…for you."
Olivia wiped away the tears she hadn't even known she was spilling until then and waited for him to respond. His poker face made it impossible for her to read him and she didn't know which way he was going to go. Her hopes were falling by the second, she was about to ask him to say something when he finally spoke.
"You did this for you. If I lost then we could've been together but you weren't willing to take that chance. You did this because you were too scared to love me out in the open. You did that for you. Leave." His eyes were hard as steel and just as unforgiving.
"How could you say that to me? I love you more than anything else in this world and I was willing to sacrifice my happiness for yours," she tried to make him see where she was coming from.
"My happiness was being with you. If I lost, yeah it would have hurt my pride, but I would've had you. You were more important than this office but you failed to see that. It took you ten months to come here and you only did it because you were feeling guilty, so now that you're done explaining, you can leave."
Fitz turned in his chair to drive home his point but that didn't block the sounds of her sobs. He knew he took it too far but he was mad and the words just flowed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly and made her way to the door.
The slam of the door was hard enough to shatter the façade that he built but he quickly replaced it. His pride ,however ,would not let her get the last words so he got up to follow her down the hall. Her movements were fast but he was faster and he quickly caught up. Looking around, he spotted a closet and tugged her in. The look on her face was full of pain and the next thing he knew his mouth was on hers.
She responded immediately, her fingers twirling in his hair and her body pressing closer to his. He swallowed every moan and gasp she made as he pushed her up against the nearest wall. The heat from her body was slowly melting the ice that had formed around his heart as he kissed her. He tugged at her bottom lip and urged her to wrap her legs around her waist. When she did, he ground his growing erection against her moist center and a groan erupted from the both of them.
Lost time wouldn't allow him to be gentle but from the way she was clawing at his belt, she wanted it rough. Need licked up his spine and curled in his belly as he plunged two fingers into her dripping heat. The tight grip of her pussy made him dizzy was lust. He surged his tongue deeper into her mouth to quell the little moans she was making that were driving him crazy.
When her soft fingers wrapped around his hard length, he had to grit his teeth not to come. Her thumb rubbed the head that was leaking precum in preparation for its dissent into her warmth. He tugged off her panties and she whimpered into his ear that she was ready, that she needed him. He pushed in hard but she was so tight after all this time that it took a few strokes to get all the way in. She let out a keening cry and let her head drop to his shoulder.
"I hate you," he grunted as he slammed into her again and again.
"I love you," Olivia countered and scored his back with her nails through his shirt.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," he growled, not meaning it as he spewed the words at her.
She moaned, " I love you," over and over hoping that he'd believe you.
Finally hearing the honesty in her words, he slowed his movements and took her in long strokes that left her gasping for breath. She captured his lips with hers and somehow she managed to tell him she loved him with each pass of her tongue over his. Olivia cinched her legs higher about his waist and Fitz slid in deeper. His hands on her hips were bruising in their intensity but she wouldn't want it any other way. When they came together like this, it was raw and passionate and something they both craved and needed. She kept telling him she loved him and he kissed her harder each time she did. He was so close that she could feel his hear t beating against hers and she prayed that it still belonged to her.
"I love you too. I missed you so much," he finally replied.
All movement stopped and they just stared at each other. When he started to move again, it was with such deliberate movements that it created a nirvana that rocked her entire system. She clenched her walls tighter around him, trying to infuse their bodies, and countered his movements with a swivel of her hips. The base of his cock ground against her clit every time he plunged in and it was pushing her closer to the edge.
"You feel so good inside of me," Olivia moaned, "I'm so close."
He palmed her breast before he slipped his hand up her shirt to tug on her stiff nipple. Olivia's head fell back to the wall as her orgasm built from the tips of her toes. She grabbed his ass to pull him deeper while she licked her way up his neck and back to his mouth. She could taste his forgiveness. His fingers moved to her clit and with one final push, he sent her toppling over the edge.
"Fitz…" she tried to muffle her scream against his against his neck.
"Livi…" he groaned her name and let go, sending her down another orgasmic spiral right along with him.
Fitz rested his forehead against hers, taking in the breaths that she was exhaling. The anger had faded and all that was left was the need to be with her. Forever. He kissed her gently before setting her on her feet.
"I'm so sorry," she told him again, needing him to know that she meant it with every fiber of her being.
"Ssshhh…it's okay. I forgive you…"
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