Author's Note: 'We Do Not Touch the First Ladies'- FYI: nobody really gives a fuck about the First Lady in Name Only nor the Wife in Name Only, for that matter. Only a very small minority does and whether Ms. Rhimes likes it or not, SCANDAL is the Olivia Pope show with support from Fitzgerald Grant III. Other than the two of them, separately or in their Olitz unit, none of the other characters (even the beloved ones) are fucking relevant and I swear to God, Liv better at least clapblack a little towards Mellie in the near future on the 'whore 'issue. And seriously, love triangles are still bullshit. All incorrectly written love shapes are bullshit. They will always be bullshit and I'm probably gonna need wine to get through next week's episode. A whole lot of wine…
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"So, are you going to tell me what happened to your face or not?"
"I had a bad spotter during a workout. A weight hit me in the face before I could catch it."
"Oh…well, that's what happens when you try to improve on perfection."
"I've got to look my best for you, baby."
The giggle that Kate Mathers let out in response to his quip was grating on his nerves but instead of putting a pillow over his head (or her face), Jake smiled and let her rest her head on his chest. He had known Kate for 5 years. They had met overseas on his way back to the CONUS and hit it off like gangbusters. She was tough as nails, smart as a whip, and very beautiful: tall with long chocolate hair, ice blue eyes, and a ballerina's body. Born in Chicago, she now lived in DC, working as a contracted ASL interpreter for James Madison Hospital.
Their going on 2 year sexual relationship was…complicated. Conflicting busy schedules kept them apart mostly and really, all he had to do was shoot a quick 'I'm alive and thinking about you text' every once in a while and she was satisfied. They would meet up every other weekend in a modest hotel and spend that time together, mainly in bed. Occasionally, they'd grab a burger or see a movie but mainly, they lived separate lives. While Jake was still content with that, he could tell that lately, Kate had been unhappy. She was looking for a commitment from him and not only that, she was looking for a commitment from him that he was unsure that he was even capable of giving to her…
Kate made to say something but after meeting his gaze, she shook her head and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Since it was mid Saturday morning, there probably wasn't anything on other than Spongebob or a Law and Order marathon so initiating another round should be…
"…pled guilty today in an open DC area courtroom on the charges of attempted rape and sexual battery against Olivia Pope…"
"Oh, I'm so glad. I was afraid that pig would walk!", Kate enthused while setting the remote down. "Don't you know her, Jake? She was in one of your poli-sci classes, wasn't she?"
She was a vision straight out of his fantasies. Her onyx hair was twisted upwards into a large bun. Her doe eyes were magnified by her black square frames and luminous with unshed tears. Her cardigan was a soft shade of pink, making the white blouse she had on underneath look like snow and she had on a slate pencil skirt that went just past her knees. Classic black heels were on her feet and her mouth, her full luscious lips were painted a deep defiant crimson. She had taken to wearing bold lip colors since the Party. Most men found it off putting, claiming that the bold lips reminded them of clowns or prostitutes. Not him. Of course, anything that Olivia Pope did was acceptable to him…
"Look…"
Watching her with Grant, seeing him put protective arms around her as the fallen Senator gave his statement to the court was like having a bucket of ice water thrown on him. Her ongoing relationship with Grant was like an unlaced boil to his mind. Jake couldn't understand it. He had known her for over a year and they were barely friends, much less lovers. But with Fitz Grant III, Olivia had barely said 10 words to the man before she jumped him and she hadn't come up for air since. She was a brilliant girl, her reputation as Poindexter Pope, the Apolitical Assassin well earned, yet she was being so reckless, so stupid. The deeper she got in with Grant, the worse the heartbreak was going to be when it fell apart. And just what did Grant really know about being in a relationship? His father's example? Olivia had to know better. What was she even doing with him, still? Was the sex really that good?
"At least something good came from all that mess. They look good together."
"I guess…and they were together before his dad attacked her. They've actually been together for months."
8 months, 1 day, 15 hours…Friday nights were never the same. Every Friday night was a reminder. Every Friday night, Jake was taunted by the memories of her at that party, alive and free. Every Friday night, he saw her dancing in the basement. Every Friday night, he saw her pulling away from him, evading him like he was nothing more than an annoyance to her, a damned flea. Every Friday night, he saw her grinding on Grant, dancing with Grant in the middle of the floor before leading him off into the shadows. The first audible moan had the basement emptying out like a let out bathtub, people going upstairs or out through the cellar exit. Jake had stayed behind to help Gideon Wallace pack up his equipment and unlike the other man, he had been unable to ignore the couple's increasing ardor. Just the sheer way that Olivia had begged for it…
"Jake, are you…are you okay? You've been really tense lately.", Kate broached while worrying at her lower lip.
"I'm fine, Kate."
"No, you're not. You just don't want to talk about it, which is okay, I guess. Just…did I do something wrong?"
Not be Olivia Pope…
"No, Kate. You're perfect. I'm just…I can handle it. Don't you worry about a thing."
And his lips cut off any further protest…
Of all of his assignments given, this was simultaneously the most boring and interesting one Charlie Brown had been on. It was boring because there was no bloodshed nor was there any opportunity to cause some but it was also interesting because it gave him special Intel. The Intel was useless by traditional standards. Brilliant as she was, Olivia Pope wasn't the next Mata Hari nor was she coming up with an innovation to be adapted (exploited) in the name of the almighty Republic but the Intel she gave was priceless. Monitoring Olivia gave him a window into the dark void that was Command's psyche. After all, the main rule of B613 was no families, no attachments and yet, the leader not only had a daughter, the crazy son of a bitch actually loved her. Why else would he assign one of his best operatives to protect her?
Keeping himself with the crowd, Charlie continued following his charge as she practically double timed it through the mall, a bag from Bath and Body Works in her right hand. Today was errands day, apparently. She had sent her latest tuition payment in the mail. She had picked up cleaning products and a week's worth of groceries at Wal-Mart, along with toiletries for men and women. It seemed that Fitz Grant III really was moving into the house with her. The loud redhead was mainly shacking up with the lawyer trainee so there shouldn't be a complication from her.
His secondary priority was to keep a bead on the Ballard kid. Command had been livid to hear about what happened during the self defense class and Charlie knew that a kill order would go out towards the bastard soon enough. He was hoping to get in on it. Charlie was a sick, murderous nasty fuck but there were just some things that were fucking non-negotiable. Blaming a woman, blaming anyone but the sicko for a sexual assault was a line of bullshit that needed to be stomped out with prejudice. Plus, Ballard had a bad case of Pope Pussy Priapism and eventually, he was going to try to get it taken care of again. The 'nice guy' persona (that didn't really work to begin with…) was crumbling by the day and Charlie had a feeling that the kid would be getting aggressive ala the good former Senator so protecting her as much he could was important.
Not to mention, protecting Olivia meant protecting Grant now, too. Ballard had already proved to have a big beef against the guy and if anything untoward happened to him, Olivia would be inconsolable and Charlie would be either a dead man or a permanent resident of The Hole for letting it all happen…
His brows raised as she came to a stop outside Victoria's Secret and after taking a deep breath, stepped in. It was a good sign. Her recovery must be going well if she was willing to spend money on rainbow lace and dental floss for Grant to rip off of her again.
Tonight's surveillance shift may be interesting, after all…
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"Livvie…honey, you're shaking. If you're not comfortable…"
"No. No, I want this. I want you."
"Olivia, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do. You don't have anything to prove to me. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me forever."
Her heart softened at his words and she pressed herself firmly against him, completely nude and wanting him. After the verdict, after Big Jerry was escorted back to his cell a convicted man, it had been like a great weight had been removed from her soul. She would never be who she was before the Attack again. She would carry that fear inside her, that anger inside her for the rest of her life but time…time was a beautiful thing. The support and love of her friends, of Fitz, of her father even had enabled her to get a grip on normality again.
Her appetite had come back with a vengeance, causing her to be her correct weight and more for the first time since she hit puberty. She laughed loud and smiled wide. While she was still a workhorse, it wasn't her end all be all, anymore. She had achieved academic and social balance. She would go out on her own again and the instinct to flinch at the slightest brush against her was gone. Most of all, she wanted to touch and be touched.
Olivia had been worried that she would never want any sort of intimacy again past kissing and embraces. She knew in her soul that Fitz would never hurt her, that he wouldn't cheat and leave her because of the lack of sex but…she wanted her passion back. Big Jerry didn't deserve to take anything from her, not even a stick of gum and she'd be damned if she let the sick motherfucker win forever.
Fitz's hands were shaking as he caressed her back and she sat firmly on his lap, locking her ankles around his waist so he couldn't get away. Reaching down, she removed the towel that shrouded him from view and smiled at the low growl that wrapping her hand around him prompted. She had missed this. She missed feeling him in her hand, in her mouth, inside her. She missed his sex noises and the face he made as he came. He had once compared it to a blend of stubbing one's toe and putting a fork in an electrical outlet but she enjoyed it. It meant that he was satisfied, that he was soothed and sated all because of her…
"Livvie…Olivia…god, stop…"
"Why?", she asked innocently as she worked him over, his hips shifting and rocking into her motions.
"This is…I need to…you…oh, fuck…"
Kneeling on the towel that she had dropped while he showered, she smiled up at him before taking him into her mouth. Fitz gasped and without thinking, put his hands in her still damp hair. Moaning, she relaxed her throat and took him fully, delighting in the taste of him, the feel of him in her eager mouth. Yes, this was what she wanted. What she needed. She wanted this. She wanted him…
"God, baby, yes…don't stop…that feels so…shit, Livvie…"
Her shaking was no longer from nerves but from need. There was a new edge to it that surprised her but instead of shying away, she embraced that need with both hands. As more time passed, as she felt his pleasure begin to boil over, she could feel her core clench and spasm with pleasure, feel the sticky heat between her legs run down her inner thighs. She could smell herself and she knew Fitz could too and it was all just so…
Olivia gasped as he moved her away from his cock and picked her up, putting her on the bed underneath him. His kiss was powerful, prompting her nails to dig into his shoulders and her legs to spread wide. Their lips parted with a loud pop and she felt her head loll as a careful finger went inside her. Her walls clamped around the digit welcomely and both of them groaned as he stroked against her spot, adding another finger. She was sopping wet and she quivered at the sound of his fingers working inside her, quivers that increased tenfold as his mouth descended to her straining nipples.
"Fitz…god, baby…inside me…inside me now…please, baby, I need you…"
"... do this right…want it to be good for you…", he protested even as he allowed her to pull him up.
"It is…so fucking good…need more…need you in me… Fitzgerald, please…"
His fingers withdrew from her and he slid a pillow underneath her bottom, wrapping her legs around his middle. Olivia put her arms around his shoulders and he aligned them, the head of him brushing against her opening.
"Let me know if I hurt you?"
"Mm-hm…take me, baby, please…love me…I need you inside…"
A shuddering sigh of bliss escaped her as Fitz joined with her finally and her head fell back. His mouth descended to her neck and she felt euphoric: safe, warm, and full. Her inner walls expanded and contracted around him and a visible shiver went through her lover's body.
"Move, baby…move inside me…fill me up…please Fitz, move…"she cooed.
With a nod and kiss to her shoulder, he slowly obeyed her, sending shockwaves through her body. She had missed this so much, missed being so close and connected with him. Fitz's breathing was jagged and he was moaning, sighing, gasping…
"…so good…missed you…so tight and warm…so sweet…", he praised as he rose up on his forearms to kiss her softly.
"A-and it's all yours…every part of me is yours for as l-long as you…oh god, w-want me…"
"…want you forever…can I have you forever?"
"Mmmm…yes…"
Fitz paused and his cerulean slate eyes looked deep in her blazing chocolate, as if he were searching for something. Olivia kept her gaze soft and open, shivering as his left hand slid heavily up her body. His palm was hot and pressed her into their bed, going up between her breasts and resting over her pounding heart. In response, she did the same and he drew in a shuddering breath. The pressure from his palm eased and she used hers to guide his face back to hers. Their lips brushed together once, twice before their mouths crushed together.
It was like something had broken within them, a last barrier and soon they were in a state of passionate abandon. Harder, faster, deeper…stroking hands, groping hands, gripping hands…their left hands were on the mattress, their fingers entwined as their hips strove. One of them, both of them were crying, fast tears sliding from eyes and onto the skin. Kisses were interspersed with quick laps at the salty tracks, the action both a soothing one and an act of possession. She was his. He was hers. They were them and they were going to be them until…
Her climax hit her savagely and Olivia screamed. High, raw, long, guttural, sobbing…oh, god, yes! This was what she wanted, what she needed. She was home. She was free. She was loved and safe and warm and…
"Louder, Livvie…that's it…scream for me…come for me…come for your husband…"
"Yes!"
"Tell me you're mine!"
"I'm yours! I'm your wife! I'm yours!"
"Tell me you love me!"
"I love you! Only you! Forever!"
His head went back and he screamed hard, his whole body rocked by his climax. Grabbing him, Olivia pulled him into a tight embrace and he buried his face in her hair as he came and came and came. His back arched and his hips were grinding against her deepest depths, his essence coating her walls thickly.
"I love you. I love you. I love you…", he murmured as he kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders.
As they came down, they shifted into a messy, cozy cocoon of limbs and blankets. Olivia accepted his kisses and matched them, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand as they stared into each other's drowsily content eyes.
"I love you, Olivia."
"I know. I love you, too. I have for ages. I was afraid to tell you."
"Me too. You're…you're the only one for me, Olivia. I adore you. I need you. I love you."
"I love you so much, Fitz…and that was one hell of a marriage proposal."
Fitz chuckled and ducked his head bashfully.
"I don't know where that came from."
"Yes, you do. We both do."
Her palm went back to his chest and she smiled at the steady beat of his heart, a heart that belonged to her, a heart that he was giving to her with full abandon, full trust.
That trust would not be given in vain, not if she could help it.
"Yes."
"Hmm?"
"Fitz…yes.", she insisted with a tap to his ring finger.
His face lit up and she smiled at the tender kiss to her temple.
