The Scent of His Woman

Chapter 9

"I love you Olivia."

"I love you too Fitz." She kisses him softly. All of sudden Fitz gets a look of panic in his eyes.

"Fuck!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"No condom."

"Fuck," she says.

Fitz stands ups and helps Olivia out of the shower. He quickly wraps a towel around her and himself. They exit the bathroom, both their heads are dripping with water. Olivia sits at the foot of the bed, Fitz sits at her left side holding her hands.

"Baby I am so sorry. We can get the morning after pill or we can wait and see if you got pregnant. What…whatever… you want to do. I'll be here for you, right by your side. We can get married. Everything will be fine, don't worry." Fitz says doing his best to console an emotionless Olivia.

At first Olivia looks at Fitz strangely, then her expression begins to change, a cross between a smirk and a full-blown smile, creeps across her face. Fitz gets up and starts pacing back and forth in front of the bed, he curses himself for being so irresponsible. Olivia no longer willing to prolong his suffering starts to laugh. Fitz looks at her thinking the situation has made her hysterical. He rushes to her side hoping to calm her.

"I'm sorry babe. I'm sorry for laughing but if you could see the panic in your face, she says trying to stop her giggles. Fitz it's okay, I'm on the pill. I've had an irregular period since I was 14. We're fine."

It takes a second for what she said to register. "What !" He yells jumping to his feet. His outburst startles Olivia.

"We're fine Fitz. I won't get pregnant; that is unless you have some sort of aberrant super sperm that is impervious to conventional hormonal protection."

"How could you do that to me Olivia, I thought I was going have heart attack. Our life together flashed before my eyes and it was not pretty. Our parents disowned us and our friends deserted us. I saw myself as the assistant store manager at Walmart in Podunk, and you working at a daycare center to save on childcare costs because we had twins," he snaps.

"Really, Fitzgerald?" Olivia asks grinning sarcastically.

"No, but it doesn't matter. You are so going to pay for that woman!" Fitz pushes Olivia down on the bed. He hovers over her, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Really Mr. Grant and just how do you propose I be punished?" Olivia's voice is raspy and thick with beckoning heat. He kisses her, devouring her lips, her tongue, her weakening will. "What is this power you have over me? All I want is to be connected to you, to feel you within me. Your touch, your smell; I crave you Fitz." Olivia bites his lip and pulls him down for some serious tongue jostling. The need for oxygen forces him to pull away. Before diving back in he caresses one side of her face; their eyes lock, their understanding is instant.

"Olivia I have craved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. Your scent…your intelligence…your voice…your hair…your eyes…everything about you…just…they just…drive me wild. I ache when we are apart. You are my addiction Livvie and I need my fix," he kisses her cheek, "each", he kisses her brow, "and", he kisses her other cheek, "every day", he sticks his tongue in her mouth taking in his sublingual dose of Olivia Pope.

He removes his towel, then hers. They scoot further up on the bed. They rollover, taking turns slamming each other into the mattress, repeatedly reversing positions, her on top one minute, him on top the next. Chest to chest, skin-to-skin, rapacious touching rocks the bed and muffled moans and whispered expletives break the quiet of the room. Fingers comb through hair, nails drag along backs and buttocks. Hickeys tattoo their necks, bite impressions shroud their shoulders like epaulettes; they are eating each other alive immersed in passion's throes. Tongues glide across smooth and hairy surfaces. He grabs her hands and forces them above her head. He trails kisses along her neck, her breasts and arms, pausing at her armpit. He licks, he bites and blows his warm breath on the rarely stimulated body part. His nose and mouth travel her body, inhaling and tasting the distinctiveness of her every sector. His human equivalent to wolf apocrine sweat glands release a sweet musky aroma that both entices and excites Olivia. His body is designed to attract and attune to her senses as if she was in heat. Fitz prepares to enter the warmth of Olivia's lush folds when the phone by her bed starts to ring. Neither stops to acknowledge the resonant intrusion. Ring, ring stop. Ring, ring, stop. Olivia through hooded eyes glances over at the caller ID display. It's her mother.

"Fitz, uh...uh…I…neeeed to, oh god… answer the phone." He ignores her statement and continues suckling her breast. "Fitz, ser…ri…ously, we need to stop it's my mom." He groans and reluctantly rolls off her. She sits up to quickly gather her thoughts. Fitz joins her, he rubs her back and kisses her shoulder.

"Hello", she answers, her voice somewhere between a moan and a groan.

"Olivia, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Her father forever the inquisitor asks.

"Hi dad, I fell asleep." She adds a loud yawn for effect.

"Oh, sorry to wake you sweetheart."

"It's okay. Is something wrong?"

"No, well, this is supposed to be a surprise but since our plane is delayed we assumed his was too."

"Whose plane?"

"Edison's."

"What! She hops off the bed. Edison is here!"

"Yes, he just called, he's on his way to the house."

"In the storm. Is he crazy? Why is he here?"

"Why else but to see you Olivia." Eli answers confused.

"Dad, Edison has called me all of, um..let me see…I want to be sure to get the number right…um… zero times since we moved here."

"Olivia before we moved you told me you were upset that I was whisking you away from Edison and your friends. Granted I never cared for the boy but you gave me the impression he meant a great deal to you."

"Dad, have I once mentioned his name since we moved?"

"No, not that I recall."

"Duh, yeah. There's a reason why. I caught him giving a breast examination to a junior oboe player from the band the night before we left California."

Eli places his hand over the receiver, "Maya I told that boy was no good. He cheated on Olivia."

"What," she yells. "Give me the phone."

"Olivia baby I am so sorry. I had no idea."

"Mom, you know I have been keeping company with Fitz. Why would you and dad invite him here?" She sits down on bed next to Fitz.

"He called the other day crying about how much he missed you and wanted to see you."

"I don't believe this! He is the last person I want to see."

" It is like a monsoon outside. Who is crazy enough to drive him from the airport to Cedar Park?"

"Remember his cousin Austin George? He has a four-wheel drive and volunteered to bring him to the house."

"Aarrgh. Good thing Fitz is still here."Olivia blurts out before thinking.

"What? Why is Fitz still there?"

"The storm mom. Debris is flying, the winds are strong and the rain in coming down in sheets. Visibility is near zero. The weather service advised residents to stay off the roads; that's why I'm at a loss as to why Austin would choose to ignore the warnings."

"Is he staying the night?"

"I don't know, it depends on when the storm lets up. Why?"

"Why? Don't play stupid Olivia! Where is he?"

"Olivia wedges the phone between her shoulder and ear and holds up her hands crossing her fingers. "He's downstairs on the couch." Fitz smiles and gooses her. "Ouch!"

"Olivia what's wrong?"

"Muscle spasm. I think I got a little carried away with our dance routine this evening." The double entendre is not lost on Fitz. He gooses her again.

"Ouch! I think I need to soak in the tub. I think the spasm is getting worse."

"That's a good idea."

"Mom, please call Edison and tell him to go to Austin's. I would feel better if you and dad were here when he comes over."

"Okay sweetie. I'll take care of it. I am sorry for the mix-up. Why don't you invite Fitz over for dinner on Sunday? We'd like to get to know him better."

"Okay, I will. Good night mom. I love you"

"Good night Olivia. We love you too."

Olivia exhales loudly, exasperated by her conversation with her parents. She places the receiver back on the cradle. "I cannot believe them. How could they invite him here? They know I spend practically all my free time with you. Whenever I'm meeting up with the rest of our gang they know you are the one picking me up. I talk to you on the phone nearly every day, I just don't understand how they can misread our relationship." She sits on the edge of the bed naked shaking her head.

Fitz lets her finish her monologue before responding. He kisses her shoulder again and wraps her in his arms. "Livvie, it's okay. He doesn't matter. We're together now, this is a nonissue. Cut your parents some slack. The fact is they really don't know anything about me. We've barely had any type of interaction."

"Are you taking their side on this?" Olivia asks getting a little peeved.

"There is no side to get on. This is simply a misunderstanding, that's all." He takes her hand a kisses it.

"I hate you. Do you always have to be so calm and logical?" She pouts reclining resting her torso on his chest.

"Livvie you make me calm. Whenever I am with you I feel at ease and at peace. You are my safe harbor." He kisses her passionately and pulls her down onto the bed. They resume making love for the next hour until they drift off to sleep.

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Fitz and Olivia are tranquilly sleeping locked in each other arms dreaming about their night of tender love-making when they are awakened out of their slumber by the sound of someone banging on the front door. They both bolt up like a shot. Olivia looks over at the digital display on her clock radio, 2:38 am. She jumps out of the bed and runs over to her window which overlooks the front porch. Two men in hats are standing at the front door, one is holding what looks like an overnight bag. Their hats obscure their faces until the one with the overnight bag stands directly under the porch light. "Shit!"

"Babe who is it?"

"Edison."

"What? Didn't your mom call him and tell him not to come to the house?"

"Well either he ignored her instructions or he didn't get the message."

Fitz stands up and puts on his t-shirt and pants.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to answer the door."

"Wait, why?" Olivia asks standing naked before him with her hands on her hips.

Fitz almost forgets what they are talking about as he drinks in the beauty of her unclad body. Olivia tickled by his trance like state repeats her question.

Snapping himself into the present, Fitz says, "I don't want there to be any misunderstanding. You are with me now. He needs to face reality and understand whatever he thought he was going to accomplish this weekend is not going to happen. You and he reconciling is an impossibility. Plus it is late and after dealing with the flake that was lurking around earlier I am not comfortable with you opening the door."

"Fitz, I am a big girl and Edison poses no threat."

"Edison may not pose one, but what do you know about this Austin character? Obviously he is not right in the head if he is willing drive to and from the airport in such hazardous weather conditions."

"Wait, I'm coming with you. This is my house after all." Olivia races around her room grabs a pair of sweats, a sweatshirt and a pair of footies. Fitz takes her hand and the two head downstairs.

"Ready baby?" Fitz nods his head and opens the door as Edison is about to knock again.

"Oh excuse me I must have the wrong house." Olivia steps from behind Fitz. Edison cannot hide his shock of seeing Olivia, her hair slightly matted and her hand interlaced with Fritz's.

"Edison, what are you doing here?"

"Your mom and dad invited me out for the weekend. I was hoping we could talk things out."

"Apparently you didn't check your phone. My mom called you awhile ago to tell you not to come."

Edison retrieves his phone from his coat pocket. "Oh, my battery is dead."

Edison and Olivia stare at each other in awkward silence. Fitz sensing both Olivia's and Edison's uneasiness clears his throat to break the tension in the air. He extends his hand, "hi I'm Fitz Olivia's boyfriend." Edison reaches out to shake Fitz's hand but retracts his hand upon hearing the word "boyfriend".

"Her boyfriend?" Edison repeats in utter disbelief.

"Yes, Edison my boyfriend." Olivia wraps her arm around Fitz's waist.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Fitz cocks his to the side. He can feel his alpha gene kicking in.

"No, why should he", Olivia interjects. "He lost interest in me before I moved to Seattle. Isn't that right Edison?" She looks at him with mild contempt.

"Olivia I made a mistake. You never gave me the chance to apologize or explain myself. This weekend I plan to do both." Edison steps closer to the threshold of the door. Fitz moves closer to the threshold as well.

"Look I don't know about the rest of you but I'm freezing. Hi Olivia, I'm Austin, Edison's cousin." Austin maneuvers his way in front of Edison so he shake Olivia's hand.

Olivia shakes Austin's hand and reluctantly invites the two to come in out of the cold.

Olivia and Fitz move to the side so Austin and Edison can enter. Olivia closes the door and Fitz uses his free hand to lock it. Olivia leads everyone to the living room and turns on the gas fireplace. Austin and Edison stand in front of the fire warming their hands.

"Would either of you care for some coffee, tea or hot chocolate?" Olivia, the coerced host, asks.

"I would love some hot chocolate" a shivering Austin replies.

"Yeah, hot chocolate would be great Olivia," Edison adds.

"Fitz can you help me"

"Sure love." Edison cringes at Fitz's response. Fitz follows Olivia into the kitchen; their hands never breaking contact.

"Man look, I don't think you should plan on staying here tonight. Olivia's boyfriend is giving off this strong "fuck off' vibe. And you can tell Olivia is all up in his stuff. Edison, as far as they are concerned you do not exist."

"Shut the hell up! Olivia and I have been together for more than three-years, she's known Peter Perfect for what, a few weeks at best. Olivia is not someone who can turn her emotions off like a switch. She will forgive me and we will move forward as if nothing happened. Trust me, Olivia loves me."

"Based on her actions since we arrived I don't think her behavior can be classified as love. If I hadn't said anything about the cold I doubt she would have asked us in. Frankly, it looks like we may have interrupted a serious make out session." Edison scoffs at Austin's observations. "Dismiss my perceptions all you want but that girl is barely tolerating your presence." Edison walks off. "Where are you going?"

"To look for the bathroom; I need to take a leak." He walks down the hallway to the kitchen. He stops at the entry, jealousy immediately takes root within him. There in living color is his Olivia, her back pressed against the sub-zero and her legs wrapped around Fitz's waist. Their kissing is borderline pornographic, they're giving the term deep throat a entirely new meaning. She moans as his hands massage her breast and rove her body.

Edison thinks to himself, what the hell is going on? Olivia was never that intimate with me. Glad to see her inhibitions have disappeared. Thank you Peter Perfect but it is time for her man to take over.

"Let go baby I've got you." Fitz pants.

"What the fuck? Edison whispers, but Fitz hears him. If the truth be told, Fitz heard him coming the moment he set foot in the hallway leading to the kitchen. Fitz wants to make sure Edison is keenly aware of where he stands in Olivia's life; so he grabs Olivia and pins her diminutive frame against the refrigerator as soon Edison starts his approach. Edison enters the kitchen, clears his throat and waits for the two lovebirds to acknowledge his presence. Only after a few louder throat-clearing attempts do Fitz and Olivia look to Edison.

"Sorry to interrupt, can you point me to the bathroom?"

A wobbly-legged Olivia points to a door on the other side of the kitchen.

Edison walks past Fitz and Olivia avoiding eye contact.

Fitz gives Olivia a quick peck and releases her from his embrace. Olivia opens the cabinet next to the refrigerator, takes out four cup sets, and begins preparing the hot chocolate. Fitz moves to the counter and empties the contents of the cookie jar onto a serving plate. He stops abruptly for a minute to listen to what sounds like Edison on his cell phone in the bathroom. Didn't Edison say his battery is dead?

"Hey Belinda, how is my baby's mama doing?"

"Missing her baby's daddy." She sighs, relieved to hear his voice finally. 'My parents are making plans to send me away Edison. I don't want to go. I want us to be together; to be a family. Have you had a chance to ask your aunt if we could stay with her until the baby is born? '

"No, we haven't made it to the house yet. The storm is really bad so Austin has us hanging out at his friend's house until weather conditions improve."

"Oh, please be careful Eddy. Eddy Jr. and mommy need you."

"I know baby. I'll be careful. Love you."

"I love you too. Call me tomorrow."

"I will and don't worry. Bye-bye Bee."

Edison uses the bathroom, flushes the toilet, washes his hands and combs his hair with a few finger brushes. Fitz is livid and ready to wrap his hands around Edison's neck. The contemptuous prick is a two-timing Jerry Springer paternity guest wannabe. He is an indiscriminant seed-spreading bastard.

Fitz is so pissed he accidentally knocks over the cookie jar he placed at the edge of the counter. "Damn it" he hisses through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry Livvie, I wasn't paying attention."

"It's alright; it was a gift from one of the neighbors. It's probably a regift anyway. Mom keeps it out in case the neighbor ever stops by unannounced. You've actually done me a great favor. I hate that thing. Promise me you never give me anything remotely resembling a clown."

"Do you have coulrophobia?" Fitz jests.

"Fear of clowns? Of course not, I'm with you aren't I?" Olivia kisses his cheek and giggles.

"Ha, ha, very funny." He pecks her on the lips.

Edison exits the bathroom and re-enters the kitchen.

"Olivia, why don't you take the hot chocolate and cookies into the living room? Edison and I will clean up this mess." Edison looks at Fitz like he has lost his mind. Does Fitz think he is going to have "the talk" man to man with him? Honestly, what does Olivia see in this guy?

"Uh, Uh, okay. Are you sure?" Olivia nervously asks trying to figure out what Fitz is planning.

"Liv, between the two of us, I think we can manage a broom and dustpan." Olivia nods her head and proceeds to put the cookie plate on the tray with the hot chocolate and leave for the living room.

As soon as she is out of earshot Fitz grabs Edison by the neck with one hand and slams him into the kitchen wall.

"What's wrong with you man? Are you crazy? Let me go!"

"Shut the fuck up! Fitz lifts Edison off the floor by the neck using one arm. Edison cannot believe Fitz's strength. He can feel the vertebrae in his back elongating.

"I heard you on the phone with your girlfriend. I don't know what kind of game you are playing but trust me the game is over. You are going to leave here tonight and never contact Olivia again.

"That's for Oliv-via to decide", Edison huffs, squirming to breath.

Fitz squeezes his neck tighter. "Didn't I say shut the fuck up? Your only option right now is to listen. You will apologize to Olivia, tell her about Belinda and tell her how happy you are that she has found someone too."

Edison gasps for air. He tries to take a swing at Fitz but the lack of oxygen has weakened him.

"Am I understood?" Edison says nothing. Fitz slams him against the kitchen wall again. "I said am I understood." Edison shakes his head up and down. "Good." Fitz smiles and drops Edison midair. Edison collapses onto the kitchen floor, struggling to catch his breath. He massages his neck and braces himself on the bottom of the counter as he tries to stand up.

Fitz offers his hand in assistance but Edison smacks it away. "Fuck off, don't touch me you fucking psycho."

"Whatever dude."

"Olivia is smart and I pray she finds out what a lunatic you are very soon."

"Unlike you, Olivia knows exactly what type of person I am. I love her and she loves me. I will never take for granted the trust she has invested in me. I will never cheat on her or shame her the way you have."

"Look Belinda was a mistake. Olivia never showed me the amount of affection she has shown you. In a moment of weakness I gave into my urges; I never meant to cheat on her."

"God, you are such a dipshit. Do you actually expect people to believe the crap you say? Two minutes ago, you were telling Belinda how much you love her and the baby she is carrying. Do even care about her or Olivia? Is stringing women along how you get your jollies or boost your pea-sized ego?"

"Yes Edison, is this how you view all your relationships? Are we notches on your belt? Are we something you brag about to your loathsome friends?" Olivia stands in the kitchen doorway staring at Edison. Her eyes are filled with anger and disappointment."Answer me Edison!"

"Olivia, you don't…" Edison tries to cover his ass.

"Oh please Edison. Please spare me the "I don't understand" speech." Olivia glances out the kitchen window. The wind and rain appear to have died down. "You need to leave Edison. I have nothing to say to you and you have nothing to say to me. The weather has improved I see no reason for you to delay your departure."

"Olivia", Edison tries again.

"You heard her. She wants you to leave." Fitz steps into Edison's personal space, the glowing intensity of his eyes provides enough of an incentive for Edison to beat a hasty retreat.

"I'm sorry Olivia," Edison says walking up to her. Olivia ignores him, preferring to focus her gaze on Fitz. Edison returns to the living room and informs Austin they are leaving.

Fitz and Olivia escort Edison and Austin to the front door. "Olivia, Fitz, it was a pleasure to meet you both." Austin shakes their hands. He walks out the front door; Edison follows him out without saying another word. e walks out the front

"You okay baby?"

"Three years Fitz, three years I wasted with Edison. How could I have been so blind? How many girls did he have on the side? I have no idea who Belinda is but she is not the oboe player I caught him with before I left. Fitz brings Olivia body flush with his in a tender embrace. She sobs softly.

"Livvie, we owe Edison and your parents a debt of gratitude."

"What, she roars."

"Hold on, listen to me for a minute. Your gut told you for a long time something was not right with Edison. It protected you from giving yourself fully to him. It prepared you so you would recognize real love when it came along. Your parents inviting him out here served as the perfect opportunity for confirming your gut and revealing the reason why your gut is never wrong."

"You are doing it again."

"Doing what again?"

"Using your damn calm logic!" Olivia takes his hand and leads him over to the couch in front of the fireplace. The two snuggle together. "Fitz I heard what you told Edison. I want you to know I love you too and I will never take for granted the trust you have placed in me. I will never cheat on you either." Olivia kisses his t-shirt covered chest.

Fitz kisses Olivia on the head. "I know Livvie. Go to sleep sweet baby. I love you." Both fall asleep within a few minutes, feeling content and loved.

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A/N -How is your new year going so far? I hope all is well you and your families. Did you enjoy this latest installment of my little wolfie tale" I gave you two surprises to make up for the lengthy time between updates. I cannot promise the time will get any shorter but at least the chapters will be longer than the 1k I initially planned to limit myself to.

I am so glad you all enjoyed my description of Jake's manly equipment in Chapter 8.

For those wondering whether Mellie is werewolf, the answer is no. I don't want her imbued with any special powers. You will learn about how the families are organized soon.

Next up Fitz meets his buds to come up with a plan to avoid imprinting on Mellie.

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Happy Olitzing. Take care.

Tweet condolences to TG, his father passed yesterday if you haven't heard.