Thank you to every one who has written in, I'm having a ball writing these guilty little pleasures. I'm working up to writing the sex scene. That chapter will probably make up for all the short chapters, because by the look of how the scene was edited and how I'm thinking about retelling it I'm not quiet sure how long it's going to take me to analyse the scene, copy every word and movement as well as input every detail I believe they are thinking, in chronological order lol. So pls be patient with me, the next chapters are going to take me a while, but I'll try to get them out as soon as possible.
The next day, Fitz was in the middle of speaking to a young volunteer, some guy who dreamed of being president when he was twelve, became student president of school, graduated took a couple college courses and then created a life plan towards becoming the president of the United States of America, which almost never happened.
Presidency was always a whelm given to a man or woman who felt they could help the country with a couple of ideas.
He was so happy to hear Olivia's voice when she busted into the room.
She was demanding, straight to the point, and in charge. Already ordering people around. Fitz eyed her before rudely stepping away from the egotistical, soon to fail volunteer.
"Morning" he mentions to Olivia
She glances up before returning her eyes to her work "Good morning Governor Grant."
She searches though papers, but Fitz knows better, she's avoiding eye contact with him.
She begins to blush from the feeling of his eyes on her. "Do you need something?"
"Nope, just-" he pauses, wishing the tension from last night could still be in the air; but she had obviously had some time to think about it, and had chosen the higher road. "No" he lies.
"Good," she walks away from him moving around his back to the other side of the large table.
He could just walk away. Turn around and talk to his supporters. Continue trying to find out how to win a campaign as a republican in the modern world of American society. He should be worried about his campaign, and he should be busy running around working on his speech coming up, but he can't focus, he hasn't been able to focus, the thought that Olivia could feel the same way he does, is boiling his skin, beating in his chest, it's too much, he has to do something, so he can focus, sleep, think straight...
Fitz glances to Olivia taking the biggest step in his life. He quickens his pace to her grabbing her arm.
The bold move startles her as she turns to look at him, but he's so focused on what he's going to say that he doesn't even look her in the eye. Instead he pulls her along, and to his surprise she follows.
He leads her out, closing the door behind him and standing before her.
Silence reigns between the two for a moment as they both wait for what's next. Her eyes are on him. Those beautiful bubbly eyes, focused on him. Her back almost against the wall his hands began to shake. When ever his hands shook, he would hold them awkwardly down to his sides, hoping the blood would help.
But her eyes were focused on him. She was in business mode. He had to think again about this, as he took a quick breath to gather his words and thoughts. Then a quick glance to make sure the damn bell boy was gone, and they were alone,
He could have kissed her. He could have pressed her against the wall and grinded into her, letting her feel what she did to him on a daily basis... but he didn't. He kept his distance, or at least he was trying to before "I'm married-"
"I know." She responds quickly.
"And I'm running for president I can't-"
"I know, I don't want you too."
It was getting hard for Fitz to breath again. " Uh- Just-" were the only words he could make out, he wanted her to know about the problems she's been causing him, through just her presence. But he didn't' know where to start, what to say. He just needed to be around her. "Stand here with me" He breathed. Her eyes searching his for explanation "For one minute" he continues "Lets not go back in there and talk or think or…" He felt like he was in a dream. His heart fluttering because he never thought this day would come through that he'd tell her how he felt.
"For one minute we just stand here, I'm not the candidate, and you're not the campaign fixer, we're just us" he says taking a leap. It would be hell to pay if the feeling wasn't mutual.
She remains quiet, her eyes not saying she's offended or angry, just open and staring at him.
"One minute, just for one minute" he persuades
He steps closer to her, hoping his body heat could further persuade her. "Stay here?" he begs.
She doesn't answer for what seems like Eons, but over the buzzing of florescent lights in the hallway, she agrees "One minute" she states clear as day.
Olivia tries to sound dead serious but FItz almost smiles knowing that she just confirmed her own feelings for him. This is a fantasy.
He watches her, for some reason this was a little more less sexual than he thought it would be. When he pulled her out of the room, he thought for sure that they would both end up bare naked in a room moaning and sweating in a completely scandalous and adulterous affair, but that's not what happened.
That's not even close to what happened.
Her eyes bore into him, eyes of the perfect woman, who's been scorned before. She had opened the walls of a fortress and let him tour the grounds of her heart.
For the first time he recognized her as fragile, soft, his small barely noticeable smile completely disappeared as he grew completely serious. His eyes try to waver from hers, but isn't successful.
Fitz receives more than he bargains for, as he reads her like a book. Her story of love, loss, loneliness, and failure in what matters most to her. It reels him in like a fish line. So subtle yet powerful, pulling him in closer and closer.
Fitz feels the need to kiss her, to comfort her, to hold her in his arms and tell her that she could have her dream of love, that he could be that man. He felt like he could take care of her forever, that he could save her from this life of misery, that he could be her political knight in shining armor. He could do this, he wanted to do this-
The door flew open, sending them both apart.
"Oh Liv, there you are" Mellie mentioned, "You really oughta look at what they have me wearing at town hall tonight, I think it's too much." She complained, as Olivia quietly and embarrassingly squeezed by and back into the room. Mellie turns around and gives Fitz a the look. She had found the woman Fitz was dreaming about, she had found the new interest in his life and was probably ready to smash it to pieces.
The door slammed shut, and Fitz exhaled. Luckily it was Mellie who had opened the door, he was inches away from kissing Olivia, inches away from losing the republican ticket. He expected Olivia to run through his mind, but now she was beginning to take over. He had never felt this way before in his life, and now, right now he was willing to do anything, absolutely anything just to hold her, kiss her, touch her, even in ways that weren't sexual. He had made a mistake… He closes his eyes, running over what just happened...
Did he just fall in love with Olivia Pope?
His eyes shoot open.