Author's Note: You ever get some news about someone or thing in your life so horrible that it made you feel like your processing brain was buffering like it's on the Tumblr video player? Well, that's what just happened to me a couple of days ago. A dear friend of my big sister and I has gone off the fucking rails. She's getting married to someone so completely dusty, so fucking trifling, so completely unworthy (side note: dude used to be in a relationship with my big sister but thankfully, it did not work out), and she's allowing this doomed relationship to destroy so many long friendships, I'm talking decade long friendships and…I…ugh. It sucks. She's marrying him ASAP (with what money, I don't even know…) and moving into a rat trap with him and it's just so fucked up. So completely fucked up and sad. I'ma let her do her, though and I'll pray fervently that she doesn't end up part of a murder/suicide crime scene at the end of the marriage because dude? That boy ain't right. I and so glad my big sister managed to escape from him before it was too late because seriously? Damn.
So, did you see Outlaw Prophet? I did on the Sunday night showing (shoutout to those who watched it and liveblogged it on debut night because it helped me tremendously) and it was also so completely fucked up and sad but I gotta admit that TG killed it as the 'prophet'. He was absolutely perfect in the role, which really shouldn't have surprised me because Bae has proven to have a PhD in cray-cray in roles past and present but…yeah. The movie was creepy and fucked all the way up and yet it was oddly compelling in places. I certainly learned a lot. I mean I knew about the Cult and who the sicko was beforehand but seeing the movie and referencing the source material (not to mention the series of Q&A tweets the Admiral did during the showing) really drove home to me just how deep the human race's capacity for depravity can be, especially with twisted religion involved and it scared the living hell out of me.
Here's hoping that The Divide lives up to the growing hype (maybe he could give Ms. Rhimes and her enablers lessons on how to produce and nurture a good show instead of killing it cruelly) and that our Admiral's next non-SCANDAL-ous role on-screen is a good old fashioned rom-com. A good, old fashioned, completely consensual with adults mostly naked rom-com…
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
Stealing Away pt. 2
Saturday Morning (5:05AM)
As soon as Jake saw exactly what was in the gift box on the live feed, he saw red.
The remote came out first and then the panties themselves, a magenta lace tanga by the looks of things. Olivia looked startled and looked at the note again before taking in the offering. Her thumb went to the crotch of the panties and he could hear the clack of the vibrator nestled inside them. How déclassé! How crass…vibrating panties? What the hell had Grant been thinking? Surely, Olivia wouldn't go along with such an idea. It was straight out of a bad softcore porno or that stupid Katherine Heigl movie that came out a couple of years back. What had it been called? Something about honesty and it had Gerard Butler in it…he'd look it up later.
On the screen, Olivia set the note, panties, and remote aside and pulled out what may or not have been instructions. Why would the damned things need instructions? It was pretty straightforward, wasn't it?
"Jesus fuck, he remembered. Oh, Fitz…" she sighed softly.
Her tone was fondly incredulous and when she set the paper down, Jake could see that it was the information needed to send the panties back to wherever the fucker had gotten them from. Of course…he was a Grant man, after all. Grant men maneuvered and manipulated as easily as they took breath, especially their Women. Olivia smiled and shook her head as she brought the panties to eye level.
"I'm gonna have to marry him, now. He's a genuine sweetheart, he's fucking hot, he listens to me, he supports me fully, and he considers it his life's calling and passion to get me off by any means necessary so I'm gonna have to marry him. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Either full out marriage or I'll just have all of his babies." she mused aloud.
She had placed a gauzy handkerchief skirt on the counter, intending to put it on but now, she was sliding the lacy red high cut briefs she had been wearing off, giving the record player camera a prime view of her ass. God, it was incredible: round and high and perfect…almost perfect. A faint outline of a handprint was on the right cheek and light bruises, fingertip shaped bruises was on the left cheek, both a perfect match to Grant. The new panties were put on slowly and she gave a small hop to secure them, giving a clear indication that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her blouse. The skirt went on and she put on her cowgirl boots before sitting primly down on plush rug in front of the couch, turning up the local traffic and weather. The camera hidden in the shelf above the TV had a shot of her head on and Jake was struck once again by just how beautiful Olivia Pope was. The way the sunlight illuminated her skin…
The front door opened and her face lit up as Grant came back with sustenance.
"4 eggs scrambled with provolone cheese, ham, and spinach, along with green tea with agave syrup and 2 scoops of sugar in the raw for the lovely lady."
"Thank you, kind sir. Come sit down with me. Did you get yourself something?"
"I had a breakfast sandwich and a Monster while I waited. I'm good."
Grant placed the Styrofoam container in front of her and she smiled as he sat behind her, her back to his chest. Naked or otherwise, that was one of their favored positions, along with anything else that had her sitting on his lap. Picking up the spork, Grant loaded it with a hearty portion of the eggs and offered it to her. Smiling, Olivia accepted it and Jake watched as he tenderly fed her, idly running his fingers through her hair as if she were a valued pet. A strong case could be made for that being the case. Oh, sure. She had her blossoming art career and still had her own living space but overall, she was Grant's little pet.
She slept over at his almost every night. Her toiletries were in the bathroom and there was a place for her to draw in the upper right hand corner of his workspace, right next to the ficus and the window seat. The food and drink that she preferred were in the kitchen and/or the speed dial. Her clothes were migrating to the master suite's closet and dresser drawers and more of her art pieces were added to the décor. Late at night, she could be seen in the kitchen, brewing tea and Charlie had been correct. Olivia was always naked when she was at rest, unless she was creating and even then, the clothing was thin and skimpy.
Easy access clothing for sex.
Which they had.
Frequently.
Everywhere.
They were fucking insatiable…
And they did more than have sex. A lot more. Some of the footage had whole days of them not fucking. They would do errands like grocery shopping. They would help plan each other's weekly budgets. They would clean together. They would talk about everything from their families to the latest excuses for good cartoons on TV. They would work out together. They would go to their respective jobs and meet up for a meal or a quick cup of coffee. Grant would go shopping with Olivia for art supplies. Olivia would give him a haircut and a shave, wielding a classic straight razor with the skilled and steady hand of a pro. Grant would paint her toenails and make her laugh, make her giggle, make her…happy.
"So, where are we going? Is it still a surprise?" she inquired once she was fed and watered.
"My Uncle Giovanni has a house a few hours from here. My mother and I used to stay up there while Jerry was working in DC."
"Oh. That sounds wonderful…"
"I've never brought a woman there before. I never thought about it but…I want to share it with you. I want you to see it. I…I want you to see me, Livvie. All of me."
And then, there were moments like this. Sweet but not saccharine, heavy and warm, more intimate than any fucking, sucking, or spanking…they were a legitimate couple. In the back of his mind, Jake had held out a hope that Grant was playing her or vice versa. After all, at the end of the day, Olivia was still Command's daughter and she had inherited his mind tempered by her mother's spirit. And damn it, he was a Grant man. Grant men were lying whores. They never stayed completely faithful to their Women, always having a dirty little secret out there on the road, waiting for their new rendezvous. If one or both of them were running a con, then he'd be able to finally end this so called 'Op' and do something more productive with his time. Not to mention that Command would not be pleased to know that his little girl was being used and if Jake brought him proof, then recompense would be in order.
Jake was good at recompense.
Alas, it was not to be. Everything from the footage to their bank records and everything in between showed that they were thoroughly entangled with each other, content to be thoroughly entangled with each other.
Just like they were on the rug, now.
Olivia had the ascendant position and had slid her hands possessively underneath the electric blue t-shirt Grant had on. Her spread knees rested on either side of Grant's dark wash jean clad hips and he drew her firmly against him, tracing her trembling lips with his thumb. She took the digit into her mouth and both men groaned at the sight.
"Save that for later, sweetheart. We should get going before rush hour."
"Okay."
She removed herself from him and collected the garbage as he cut off the TV. In tandem, they went through the apartment, securing windows and blinds. They were also turning out lights, as well as cutting off any electronics they were leaving behind. Their bags were packed and ready near the front door and Olivia met Grant at the front door.
With a small smile, she passed him the remote to the panties and carried her things outside, putting a sultry, purposeful sway in her gait.
"Jesus God, I'm gonna have to marry her..." Grant sighed happily to himself before following after her.
With an aggravated sigh, Jake cut off the monitors and tossed the remote onto the coffee table before standing up. It was a quarter to six, now. He'd wait until half past seven to follow them. He had already told Charlie that he'd do the surveillance at the Love Nest and he was…
As soon as the refrigerator door closed, white hot pain to the side of his head sent him to the floor. Jake gasped as two tazer bolts slammed into his side and he flopped onto his back, meeting the cool gazes of Charlie, Becky, and six others, half of the rest he recognized from 'Human Resources'. Icy terror filled him as Charlie pulled out a chloroformed handkerchief and passed it to a sadistically grinning Becky.
"The Boss wants to see you, Jacob. He's not very happy with you." she informed him sweetly as he weakly struggled underneath her as she stroked his tear stained cheek with the handkerchief.
"…get all of the footage and equipment. I'll remove the hardware from Grant's apartment myself. Becky, stop playing with him and knock him out already. We're on the clock."
"Ruin my fun, why don't you, Chuckie?"
"There will be plenty of time for your fun later, Becky. I'll be happy to service your all of fun needs and don't call me Chuckie, you crazy ass bitch."
"I love it when you order me around and compliment me…"
/
Saturday Morning (7:15AM)
Eli entered the room that held The Hole calmly, listening to the sounds of Ballard being prepped for entry.
The boy had put up a valiant struggle once they entered the lobby but Brown had seen the end of it by breaking his dominant wrist. Ballard had then tried to appeal to the man to vouch for him but the loyal operative had coldly refused.
"You're not taking me down with you, Sparky. I tried to warn you. I tried to help you but you wouldn't listen. Look on the bright side, though. If you survive what you're about to go through, you'll have hella street cred around here!"
The rear entrance opened and Eli took in his wayward operative dispassionately. The boy was audibly wheezing from the numerous blows to his torso and one of his eyes was swollen near shut. The other was bloodshot from tears and from primal terror. Eli could see that Ballard was missing 2 back teeth on each side of his mouth and that his face and hair were damp from water immersion torture. The wrist Brown had broken was splinted but both hands were bruised heavily…
"Do you know why you're here?"
"No, sir."
"It would be unwise to lie to me, Jacob. Do you know why you're here?"
"…Olivia..."
"Your work performance has been in decline for the last year or so. Since you've proven to be an asset in the past, I extended an olive branch to you by assigning you to the European Holiday. It was supposed to be a return to the basics, a chance for you to get your head back in the game and your eye back on the Prize. That Prize was not my daughter, Ballard."
"You don't…understand…I…I love her…"
At the sound of the expected pitiful protest, Eli let out a hearty, derisive laugh.
"You- you love her? You love my daughter? Are you listening to yourself, boy? How can you love someone that you don't even really know? The only reason you know her as well as you think you do is because of surveillance and your own vivid imagination. Brown showed me your little Olivia journal. You have a creative mind and a potent way with words. The scenarios you outlined flew off the page…"
With a nod to the Uzi holding guard, the hatch was opened and the men holding the boy delivered two simultaneous blows to him that sent him to his knees, teetering on the edge of the darkness awaiting. Eli came up behind him and rested his shoe on the back of the white prisoner's shirt.
"Unfortunately, we at Wonderland have a zero tolerance policy for a creative mind that doesn't adhere strictly to our protocols."
"…kill me, then…kill me, you son of a bitch!"
"…killing you outright would be too easy for you, Ballard and honestly, I don't know if I want you dead. Right now, though, I do know that I want you out of the way."
The boy was kicked hard into The Hole and he landed on his knees, turning quickly and squinting up at the bright lights and white walls of the Room. Eli looked down at him and let the disdain and venom inside of him show on his face.
"2 weeks to start with. I have a question for you, Jacob. Do you know Olivia Pope?"
"…Yes!"
"Make it 6 weeks."
The boy's cry of anguish was cut off by the deafening, satisfying bang of the hatch.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
/
Saturday Morning (9:25AM)
"…do you know how gorgeous you are?"
After a brief nap and a drink of sparkling cider, Olivia had wanted to play and play hard. The sense of fulfillment and tenderness she felt in the aftermath of their car ride had become a burning, primal lust. Getting up from the bed (which was difficult because it was like sleeping on a beautiful cloud), she decided to seek and find her Fitz.
Following the sound of weights, she accomplished her aim and made her move.
Currently, he was lying supine on the weight bench and his wrists were restrained in leather, padded yet secure. Carefully, she had removed the large weight above him (the last thing she wanted as him getting a concussion or skull fracture) and then straddled him firmly. When his hips thrust up against hers, she pinched his side scoldingly and he let out a soft growl in response as he yielded control to her…
Moving off of his lap, Olivia unsnapped the sides of his black track pants and licked her lips at the sight of his bare hipbones. Delicious. Her man was absolutely delicious and all hers to enjoy. Fitz's eyes were fevered and dark, the cobalt almost black in the sunlight, and when she mouthed him through his pants, his hips pushed against her face needily. His whole body strained upwards and the definition of his muscles, the glistening of dripping sweat on his skin was like an adrenaline shot straight to her id. Mine, it purred. Mine, mine, mine…
"Do you want to be sucked or fucked first, baby?"
"Both…god, Livvie, please…" he gasped as she exposed his pulsing erection to the open air.
"You'll certainly get both but I need you to make a choice for me. Do you want to be sucked or fucked first, baby? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you…"
"Your mouth on me…I want your mouth on me. I want you to take all of me. I want you to do that thing with your tongue…"
"The thing that makes your toes curl?"
"Uh-huh…I want to feel your throat around me and I want you to swallow every last drop that I give you."
"And if I don't?"
A dark laugh was his only response and Olivia smirked at him before swallowing him whole.