#HappyHalloween #Pumpkins! Yes here is a very special TRICK or TREAT update of this tale for you this SPOOKY day. But which is it? Is this update a Trick or Treat? Only you my darlings can answer that question. ;-)
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Thanks for reading…Me's
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Chapter 10: So Close, To Feeling Alive
"I need you in front of me, saying my name, saying to me… I choose the way you are YOU, the way you are." – Brandon Boyd
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Sudden Impact…(December 22nd)
"Fitz."
She breathes softly in a smooth but gentle broken voice. Each letter, each sound rolls perfectly off her lips. It's barely audible, but Olivia utters his name like a silent plea, prayer even he's totally unprepared for. Her hands are still cradling his cold cheeks.
The use of his name flowing beautifully off her pouting lips sends his entire body – ALL five senses into an emotional tailspin. It flows into his heart identical to a jolt of electricity. His eyes brows jump and upper eye lids raise to widen his vision. He sees Olivia smiling down upon him as if he SAVED her.
His breathing begins to increase. His breaths are shorter and quicker, only lasting a few seconds apart. "What's wrong," she inquires seeing his hot breathes mixing with the cold December air. He was not breathing this way before.
His mouth gapes open trying to answer but NOTHING, not a sound, syllable is spoken. She's rendered him completely speechless. Her own heart rate accelerates noting Fitz's sudden change in demeanor.
"Are you hurt," she asks next, thinking maybe he hurt himself when he knelt before her.
Then IT happens.
"Holy Shit," she cries out watching him lose his footing on the snow stumbling backwards into the cold ground. Fitz feels himself on the snow covered ground, but cannot do anything about it. He lies there motionless. She glances around and Tom is NO WHERE in sight. "Where the hell are your agents," she hisses seeing them not there.
"Are you okay," she wheels forward closing the distance between them. He's not looking at her though. Fitz is eyeballing something through her – past her. She steals a glimpse behind her and there is nothing there. She waves her hand in front his face to garner his attention but his eyes stay lost across the street.
"Hey," leans over trying to get his attention again but nothing.
She reaches down picking snow up and tosses at Fitz. It hits his winter jacket knocking him backwards slightly. Olivia leans down to get his attention. But he is still looking as if she is not there.
"Yo!" This time she is waving both hands in front of him but it seems he can't physically see her. "Are you in there," she huffs.
"I'm up here," she touches his face ever so softly. He flinches briefly but then he's totally unresponsive as if his mind has taken him somewhere else. She sits there unsure of what to do. "Great now what am I supposed to do," she grumbles.
She leans headfirst to gaze into his eyes. His pupils are small as if his mind is in galaxy far away. "Where'd you go Mr. President? Come on. Don't do this me? What the hell did I do," she voices in frustration nudging his body with her chair. He's shivering not do to the cold, but to her finally saying Fitz.
"Are you cold," she asks watching him shake. She leans forward just reaching to button his jacket the best way he can. She touches him but not a thing is working. The lights are on but there is no one home. "You were just with me. What happened?"
She does everything she can do physically without putting herself in jeopardy to bring Fitz back. But right now all her attempts are futile.
Fitz is lost. Lost in an endless ocean of hope where he believed he'd never find himself again.
His mind has shut him down in one final attempt for his protection. Olivia would never hurt him, but the mere act of speaking of his name opened a wound he buried long ago. Fitz had it hidden so deep he didn't think anyone could find it. He was sadly mistaken because with ONE WORD – his HEART WORD, his name spoken by this incredible woman before him, changed his entire being.
Olivia changed what makes him tick and she has not an inkling of an idea why. She paralyzed him JUST from uttering his name, shocking his system into a massive reboot, he is definitely unprepared for. He senses her presence trying to reach him, but his mind has shut even her out. Fitz is aching to touch her, but his mind further blocks the signals from reaching his limbs.
He has wanted her to say his name from the moment he saw her. It was an itch he yearned to get scratched by a woman he's KNOWN about his entire life. The more time he spent with Olivia, the more it burned to be rubbed. The feeling he "guessed" would be bittersweet. A "coming home" of sorts to a place that has changed his life for the better.
He thought he'd be prepared for the affect it would stir within, but he's sadly mistaken. It's as if he's body, mind, soul, heart, and every nerve ending just woke up from being paralyzed for the last three years. Olivia uttering his name did this. He's frozen in a moment of time while he absorbs everything – freezing this change forever.
Every part of his body is working on high alert doing its best to bring him back to the present, to the sensation he gave her as he DANCED with her on the swing only moments ago.
"Fitz," he hears it again, as he closes his eyes. She only uttered it once, but it was enough to fully bring him out of the darkness he's was exiled to. The high pitch squeak of "Fi" to how she whispered "tz" mended his badly broken heart ready to accept ANY of her love. His heart is allowed her in whether he likes it or not.
Forget ready, she's not just in IN his heart, she is HIS heart.
"Fitz" he hears again as he blinks. As his eyes stay shut this time his mind travels back in time to place when all was well in Fitzgerald's Grant world.
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The Three Fitzgerald's
Ever since Fitz could remember he was told his name Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was a name filled with history. It is a strong name that carried his family's legacy and heritage. His father and grandfather before him both carried the name proudly and with honor.
His Grandfather the very first Fitzgerald Grant immigrated to the United States from England. While his Grandmother Annette from Scotland.
Fitzgerald Thomas Grant I met her at a debutant ball in Paris. His Grandfather hated dances, but at the time it was the appropriate place for a young man to meet a lady. He was living in Paris and with some urging from his friends, he attended the ball, where he met Annette.
When the FIRST Fitzgerald Grant saw her emerge with her father, he was more than smitten at first sight. His Grandfather told his best friend, "I am going to marry that girl." His buddy thought he was crazy, but he was a man on a mission. His grandfather watched her dance with other respectable gentleman throughout the evening.
He begged his best friend to be introduced due to the fact he was friends with her family. Finally when the time was right, Fitzgerald Grant I was formally introduced to Annette. She had turned 18 only the month before. He was eight years her senior, a very eligible bachelor. Once their eyes met, said HI, shook hands, danced, his heart was hers.
It was love at first sight, so his father was told about his grandparents. He spent an entire summer courting Annette properly. Then that very same Christmas before he left to head back to England, the FIRST Fitz, proposed to his grandmother. He asked for her hand formally.
After his grandparents were married they headed back to England where they lived for a short time. Then they headed to West Coast of the United States. It was there in California, where his Grandmother Annette found the piece of land the Ranch is built on and fell in love with. Fitz's grandfather saved money up for a long time, and finally bought the Ranch.
It was here that his father, Fitzgerald "Jerry" Thomas Grant II was born. His father, the oldest of two children, watched his father help the community and eventually run for local office. He became the mayor of Santa Barbara when it was just starting to become the city it is today.
His Grandfather stayed on as mayor for many years until it was time to pass the torch on to Jerry. But instead of running for Mayor, with his parents blessing he ran for Governor of California. During his first campaign Fitz's father met his mother Lillian. She had just graduated college, and was six years younger than Jerry.
They too met at a fancy dance. It was a campaign fundraiser. She was there volunteering and attending with her friends in a gorgeous ball gown. Lillian was asked by the event's organizer to ensure that Fitzgerald Thomas II was introduced to the appropriate people for the evening. Jerry Grant heart still flutters in his chest as this memory seeing Lillian for the first time, getting introduced, then her by his side the entire evening.
Like his father before him, he fell head over heels in love and a year later he married Fitz's mother. Jerry Grant knew there was no other woman to be by his side, other than Lillian. They got married shortly before he took the oath of office as Governor of California. In his first term he made great progress for the state, and his approval ratings were on the rise.
He of course ran for a second term and won. Before he began his second term, Lillian found out she was three months pregnant with their first child. They had been trying since they got married for a baby, but were unsuccessful. Lillian had been feeling sick around the holidays and later found out she was pregnant.
She announced to Jerry on Halloween in front of both their families that she was expecting. Jerry was over the moon. Nine months later, Fitzgerald "Fitz" Thomas Grant III was born on May 20th. Fitz had those sparkling blue eyes, like his father and grandfather before him. His grandmother Annette said he was a GRANT.
Growing up Fitz's recalls he was always called "Fitz" to distinguish him from his father and Grandfather. His Grandmother was the first to call him Fitz, when he was placed in her waiting arms only a few hours old. Annette always called his father Jerry, and his Grandfather Fitzgerald.
So "Fitz," was perfect – it still is.
Fitz's own mother lovingly called him by his shortened name. However his full name was used after his Grandfather passed away at the age of 90. His father insisted on it because Fitz was so much like him in every way. He inherited much from Lillian, especially her heart, but he had his Grandfather's wit, charm, and brains.
As he grew older, and got to know Miss Rose, she too called him both names. He grew into his name, taking on the responsibility with it. His Grandmother Annette still called him "Fitz" until she too passed away.
Only the closest people to Fitz were ever granted permission to address him so informally. Besides his family, Miss Rose and the Popes, and Stephen they were not many. It didn't sound nor FELT right. If you were granted permission it not only meant a great deal but it gave Fitz a sense of peace and undying love.
This was the case and is true to this very day.
Hearing "Fitz" reminded him of the first woman his Grandmother, Annette Grant. Then of course his mother, sister, Miss Rose, and those who have earned his respect, love and heart. Only those closest to him – in his inner circle were permitted to call him "Fitz," and when he lost the woman he loved, it pained him to hear it. The accident transformed his very existent on this earth, changing everything.
He made it to the hospital in time with his Security after getting a phone call from his mother. He was told before entering HER room to be prepared for what he saw. It was horrific and because Fitz was Governor it made the news. There were tubes coming out of her, beeping and clicking sounds, and of course lots of blood.
Fitz eyes meets Olivia's just as the image appears in his mind of him entering the cold hospital room with his parents. Her parents were already there. "There's not much time," her mother told him. "They are taking her up for surgery to try and stop the bleeding. You need to see her now."
"Okay," he whimpers as he walks over to her bedside. "Can she hear me? I mean…," he glances up at the doctor.
"Yes Governor," the doctor answered. "But we don't have much time. We must get up her up to surgery."
Fitz nods then sits down taking her hand. It is when his hand touches hers that her eyes open. "Fitz," she utters. "I'm so sorry," straining herself to speak.
"Shhh it's okay. It's not your fault Bells," he speaks her nickname.
"I should have listened," she admits as tears pour down her face. "Why didn't I? I was eager to get to you. I wanted to see you…to tell you…" her words catch in her throat. She cannot speak them. She feels odd as if she's floating in the room.
"It's not important. Just know that I love you and I'll be waiting," Fitz groans kissing her forehead then her lips. "Everything will be fine."
"Liar," she winces. Bells senses everything will NOT be fine. "I love you too...Fitz," she creaks as she becomes weak to speak any longer. The monitors begin to go crazy as her heartbeat changes.
"Bells," Fitz screams as the doctors push him to the side.
"Fitz," she whimpers just before her eyes close. Her hand releases his going limp. The doctors push her bed out of the room and into the OR. The damage was too extensive and they lose her on the table. She was his EVERYTHING, his world, and now he was alone. His mind flashes to the doctors coming out of the OR into the waiting room telling him the news.
"I'm sorry Governor but we lost her. The damage was too extensive," Fitz recalls. "She fought hard but by the time we reached the internal bleeding it was too late. It was multiple organ failure."
His parents were behind him to catch him when he hit the floor. He knees hit the hard ground and he remembers his mother rocking him in her embrace. Fitz remember it all, even the pieces he hid away. The images, glimpses of the life they were supposed to have IF he won the Presidency.
They had ALL these plans, and after that moment they were GONE. DISTANT. DEAD. Everything they talked about for their lives together was gone instantly. He LOST her, the woman who owned his heart, who gave him everything he ever wanted for so long. He tries to purge it all from his mind but he can't because she is with him always.
Some mornings he wakes up thinking his life is the same. He'd open his eyes, walk to their closet see her clothes there for the longest time. Her favorite sweater would be on the back of her chair, still smelling like her bath soap or conditioner. Or he see her facial creams, shampoo, make-up on her side of the bathroom sink.
Their pictures, even the ones she forced him to take and hated, were still up for the longest time. He didn't want to take them, but she urged, pleaded with her bright eyes begging him to do it. If Fitz closes his eyes he can still her puppy eyes, big, wide and open meeting his.
In some cases he can still hear her voice. The way she would laugh when he'd say something silly or stupid JUST to make her run to the bathroom. Her whisper when she'd be on the phone with her parents or friends, trying to keep a secret from him. Even when they argued, her voice rings in his ears.
Bells speaks to him in his dreams, begging him to move on, that there's a woman out there waiting for him to come along and turn her world upside down. "When she says your name, you'll know – you'll just know she's the one you've been waiting for. She'll come along when you're least expecting it and give you the HOPE you've been searching for…"
NOT one woman since, has come close to it. He's met woman at events. When he's urged them to say his name, it never felt right. His name coming out of their lips never rocked his world, leaving him shell shocked, and making his heart want to dance. Yes they were all attractive, but he never felt that connection to know more.
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No More Pretending…
UNTIL NOW…
"Fitz," he hears Bells voice again as he lays there on the snow looking up into the cold winter sky. The white puffy clouds float over his head. His pupils dilate from small to large looking for her up there.
"Fitz," he hears it again. He closes his eyes. "It's time for you to let me go," Bells speaks. His body begins to shake. "This is where you are supposed to be. SHE is who you've been waiting for to move on."
"Bells," he speaks barely audible. But Olivia hears it. She knows who he is calling for.
Now he hears Olivia. "Governor are you all right," she inches her chair forward to look in into his face. His eyes are still closed. She chastises herself not knowing what she did wrong. Did she hurt him? Now his body is beginning to shake on the cold ground.
"She needs you, Fitz." Bells speaks to him. "Sunshine has been waiting for you."
Olivia notices his eyes moving back and forth under his eye lids. His arms are rigid and his shaking has increased. They look like small tremors shooting through his body. "Are you cold?" She looks around her. There is still no one around. "Where the Fuck is Tom or the others? I know you told them to leave us alone but where'd they go?"
Her eyes widen watching Fitz struggle on the ground. "Dammit," she curses. "Governor," she calls out to him doing her best to touch him but nothing is happening. She calls out for Tom and the other agents but no one hears her. "There's never an agent around when you need one."
Finally not knowing what else to do, she wheels her chair backwards. She stops at his waist. Olivia whimpers his name in her mind. She removes her feet from the chairs stirrups, placing them on the ground. Using ALL her arm strength, she propels herself forward until her bottom is at the inch of the chair.
Her heart breaks watching Fitz on the ground. "Lord give me strength. I can do this," she speaks out loud as she lurches herself forward, then landing on Fitz's lower torso. "Ouch," she cries out as she hits him and the cold ground. He feels her touch, as she crawls and pulls with ALL her arm strength up his body. She's literally digging her nails into his winter jacket to help her reach his face.
"All those physical therapy lessons are paying off," she croaks. "I'll have to thank Jackson when I see him," she winces. Jackson is her therapist. Her arms burn.
Slowly he stops shaking feeling her warmth laying on top of him. His eyes still won't open but he knows she's there. Fitz feels as if he's in a waking dream. If he opens his eyes the woman who just brought him back to life will be gone. He can't lose her now that she saved him without even knowing it.
When she positions her face above his, "I'm here," she whispers. Fitz feels her warm breath on his skin. It's so soothing, calming, washing over him like a hot shower. "You're going to be fine," she mutters as her nose graces against his cheek. She takes her gloves off then cups his face. Her elbows are pushing into his shoulders for support.
When the warmth of her hands cocoon Fitz's cold cheeks he stops shaking. "Look at me," she pleads gently. But he still won't look at her. His hands are still but his sides. She glances around her but there is no one there. Noni should be any minute she prays.
Finally with her cheek pressed against his, just inches away from his ear she whispers, "Fitz." There is no sound, but it's enough to jump start his senses. Its breathy but broken and loving tone, causes him to exhale once his mind catches up to his heart. His arms suddenly wrap around her body, drawing her closer. One hand travels up her back, then nestles on her cheek.
"Fitz," she coos in a hushed tone as his body finally relaxes. His eyes open then lock with hers. He's confused for a moment but then he realizes it is Olivia. His other hands then cups her other cheek as their eyes get lost in the other.
"Livy," he whimpers unsure of what happened.
"Ah huh," she sighs with tears in her eyes. She begins to speak. "You fell backwards, and began to shake. I had to do something. I threw myself out of my chair and clawed myself up your body," she explains quickly shrugging her shoulders.
He looks around, past her and notices they ARE on the ground. His eyes widen not knowing how he got here then what she just spoke. "You threw yourself on top of me…," he utters. "Why?"
"I thought I was losing you for a minute. I couldn't let that happen. I was powerless to save Max," she whimpers. Now she's crying. "I refused to sit in that stupid chair and watch you on the ground motionless. I had to save you."
"Livy," he whimpers. He tightens his grasp around her. She thought he was dying. He wasn't but in a sense he's been dead for over three years. She brought him back to life. "I'm fine, but I still don't understand how I got…" but then he pauses mid- thought. The last thing he remembers is her saying his name.
SHE SAID HIS NAME!
"You called me…," he stammers pressing his forehead to hers. He pulls away as a smile appears on his lips. The smile only reserved for her. "You said…."
She blushes now realizing that SHE did this to him. It makes no sense. It is not supposed to. But yet if felt more than right and time. She bits her lips in embarrassment attempting to hide her entire face from his loving eyes. She can't keep eye contact as his blue eyes, dive into hers speaking things no man ever should to a woman unless she's the one.
Olivia begins to bury her face in his jacket. However before she can, Fitz' lifts her face. She keeps her eyes close. "Please look at me," he begs. She hears the desperation in his voice. The fear that she is going to close off herself from him once again. They've come so far. He will not allow it to happen.
Olivia knows what she did to him, even though it makes no sense. How is JUST saying FITZ leave the Future President of this Great Nation paralyzed and unresponsive? And now whispering it again, he's back with her. It is as if her voicing "Fitz" is a defibrillator placed over his heart, and he was shocked back to life.
Backed to life to RETURN to her, where she has always been waiting for him. This is too much for her and she squeezes her eyes tighter.
"I can't. Then you'll know," she squeaks.
"I already know," he nonchalantly replies.
"Then you look away," she counters.
"Now you know I can't do that either," he quips. "Plus my ass is getting cold," he quips. His comment causes her to laugh. Its echoes through her Grandmother's property. It is after this comment he hears Tom rushing over to them and the other agents. Just as they reach them Fitz raises his hand to stop them. "I'm fine guys."
"Mr. President," Tom interjects. "Let us help get you two up. If Miss Rose sees Miss Pope on top of you on the ground, she is going to make us all clean her kitchen tile with a toothbrush," he states looking around.
His comment causes both Olivia and Fitz to laugh because he is SO RIGHT. Tom reaches down to lift Olivia off Fitz. "No not yet," he croaks not willing to release her. The feeling her body covering his directs a current through his veins he's NEVER felt with anyone. He's connected to her in such a way, his arms won't permit him to let her go.
"Sir we need to have you checked out to make sure you are not hurt," Tom explains.
"No you do not. I did not hurt anything on the way down. Just give us a minute all right then you can help get us up," Fitz explains to Tom. He glances up to Tom meeting his concerned yes. "I'm not ready to…," he stops as his arms coil around her tighter. Tom smiles understanding Fitz. "I slipped is all…,"
"Slipped my ass," Olivia sarcastically boasts with a smirk on her face as the agents back away to stand by the house.
"Which I really love by the way," he retorts with a gleam in his eyes. "A lot," he stresses. He hasn't seen very much of it but from what he felt of it on his lap, and seen when they pass a mirror, he definitely loves it. It's perfectly round, firm, and can only imagine if he could get her to stand up, it would fill out her jeans nicely.
Olivia's eyes suddenly open. "Really Blue Eyes," she scolds him with a smirk on her face. Now she's even more flustered.
He sighs deeply. "Yah," he reaches over her head and yanks off both his gloves then cups her face. "And you know what else Sunshine," he adds.
"What?"
"You said my name," he winks.
"No shit buckwheat," she jokes. He laughs. It is then she catches on. This means he won their little bet. "Oh shit," she mumbles to herself. Now it's Fitz's turn to laugh. "Yah and…," egging him on. "You actually think you're get something now."
"I do," he answers with confidence. She eyes him suspiciously. She releases a breath. Before she can comment he interjects with, "And I BET all the sugar in that house and whatever you give me I KNOW what your Christmas wish is."
"You think you are that smart Mr. President," she rests her head next to his.
"Ah huh," replying in a sing-song flirtatious tone.
"Well are you going to clue me in or what?"
"Nope you are going to have to wait. But trust me I DO know what it is," he claims in a boisterous tone.
"You know it's not polite to leave a lady who's laying on top of you, in the snow in suspense," she teases.
He snickers. "Well it's also not polite to kiss and tell," he winks. "But trust me I know what your wish is now," he provokes her with a wink and twinkle in his eyes.
"Who's says anything about kissing anybody Mister?" She taps his head. The smile on his face tells her otherwise. "Oh I'm guessing you remember that to then." He nods. The new memory of her soft lips on his skin, triggers his body to react to her. She gulps. "What, you think I want you to kiss me or something for Christmas," she blurts out before she can stop herself. Her pupils dilate and melt with his.
"Or something," he sighs running his cold thumb over her plush warm lips. Their faces are so close he wants to kiss her more than anything. His HOT breath mixes with hers. His heart pounds in his ears threatening to come out of his shirt then jacket. This feeling since meeting her has always been hidden under the surface, but now the pull to her lips is almost too great for him to resist.
"We should," she stops as he smirks shyly.
"Should…," as their heads get closer.
"Get up. You said your ass is cold remember," she blurts her.
"Yah," he begins to bring their heads closer together. "Say my name," he pleads. Soon he feels her quiver in his arms. She shakes her head vigorously no. "Please Livy. Say my name."
She does not respond. He stares into her eyes but she won't give into his request. He motions for the agents to come help them. She sees the hurt in his eyes, and mutters, "Hi. Fitz." His head whips to meet her eyes.
"Hi. Livy," he begins to close distance between their faces. Their lips are almost touching…
"FITZGERALD THOMAS GRANT III CAN YOU EXPLAIN TO ME WHY MY GRANDAUGHTER IS OUT OF HER CHAIR AND LAYING ON TOP OF YOU IN MY BACKYARD OF ALL PLACES," Miss Rose screams as she hustles over to Olivia in Fitz still on the ground.
Olivia and Fitz BOTH hide their faces in utter embarrassment.
"You," Miss Rose motions for the agents to come get them off the ground. "Larry, Mo and Curly," she smacks each one of Fitz's agents including Tom on the back of the head as they reach them. They rub the back of their heads. The BIG agents are shocked she actually hit them. "What were you three doing?" Tom begins explain but Miss Rose silences him with one wave of her hand.
They rush to lift Olivia off Fitz. The moment she's a little off Fitz's body, he sits up and places her in the chair himself. He raises is eyes as Olivia does her best to stifle the laugh threatening to erupt from her body. He kneels before her keeping his hands on her thighs. His hands spread out then Olivia's fingers intertwined with his.
He winks at her, but he can think of nothing else right now but kissing her.
Miss Rose motions for Fitz to stand up which he does. She grabs him by his jacket bringing his face to hers. "I ASKED TO YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HER FITGERALD." She raises her hand to hit him but he ducks. She glares at him with FIRE in her eyes. "MY LIVY DON'T LIKE BEING OUT HERE IN THE SNOW WITH THAT BLASTED CHAIR OF HERS! I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION BRING HER OUTSIDE AND…" she stops when she sees the swing. Fitz blushes.
She turns to Olivia. "Noni I can explain. He brought me out here to…," but her Grandmother stops her from speaking.
"You took her dancing Fitz," Miss Rose turns to Fitz whose ears turn beet red. "You helped he fly." He nods. Then she side eyes Olivia. The image of them lying on the ground appears in her mind. Everything she witnessed makes sense. "You said his name didn't you child."
"Yes Ma'am…," she whispers.
"About damn time," she grouses. She crosses her arms smirking at them both. "Now bring my baby inside," she motions for Fitz to push her up to the house and inside. He acquiesces. Once Olivia is inside Fitz sits with her at the kitchen table. She slides into the bench. Both are smirking at the other like goofy teenagers.
"Stop," she chastises.
"No."
"Stop it," she scolds moving away from him. She MUST place some needed distance between them. It's too much. She's feeling too much. But as she shifts her body the distance he sits beside her. His arm trails across her shoulders, then he rests his hand on her opposite shoulder. He uses his other hand to turn her face to meet his.
"What?" His gaze is unnerving her. His thumb lightly caresses her bottom lip.
"I'm going to…," he states, inching closer to her again.
"We can't…," she pleads.
"Yes we can," he smirks as he lifts her face closing the distance between them. "Livy," he mutters eyeing her lips. The magnetic pull is unbearable. There is this need within him to kiss her – to have her lips on his moving in sync, is TOO much. His heart is drumming in his ears. Growing louder by the second.
If he does not, he may explode. His hot breath is tickling her face stirring a firestorm in the pits of her soul she's never undergone. Her eyes travel to his lips inching closer by the second. All of her is shaking. Fitz's large hand spreads out across her upper arm. His touch is light and comforting.
"Fi-," she breathes.
"Ah-hem," they hear and quickly break apart. But Fitz keeps his arm wrapped around her, keeping her at his side. Olivia glances to the kitchen door way.
"Noni," she exhales finally able to breath.
"Miss Rose," Fitz grumbles partly agitated and uncomfortable. Miss Rose has NEVER caught him almost kissing a girl before in her house. What makes it worse is that it's her Granddaughter.
"Olivia. Fitzgerald," she sighs KNOWING full well what she broke up. Her own heart flurries in her chest thinking of what could have happened. Each lick and bite their lips completely flustered getting caught in an "almost" first kiss. She eyes them both with THIS smirk on her face.
"Ah huh," she quips eyeing them both.
Before Olivia or Fitz can inquire about her intrusion, she steps aside. "Peter," Olivia questions. She moves away from Fitz. He moves his arm from behind her back, and places it in her lap. They link hands under the table. Both her hands surrounded his in her lap.
"Hey Libby," he smiles walking into the room. Then Peter's eyes lock with Fitz's. He notices something different about Fitz. He looks at Olivia and has the same feeling. Both seem happier. "Mr. President."
"Senator," Fitz greets him coolly. "What brings you here this fine day?"
"I'm here for Olivia Sir." Olivia squints.
"Oh?"
"For me," Olivia poses.
"Don't you remember Libby? You have physical therapy then we are going to see a movie and dinner," Peter answers without missing a beat. He steps to the table and reaches his hand out to her, which she takes. "Our date remember?"
Olivia mouth drops open. They DO normally go on an outing together but he's never called it a date. Fitz then squeezes her hand. Then tension in his body next to hers is unmistakable. She steals a glance. His veins out sticking out on his neck and the muscles in his arm are rigid. There is no way he's jealous, or is he?
Miss Rose knows differently. Olivia steals a look from her who quickly nods. Olivia swallows hard.
"Date," he growls standing up NOT liking this idea at all.
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#Drops #TrickorTreats and runs….
And yes Peter meant DATE! #HolyFitz!
Yuppers my #Pumpkins that is IT for this Halloween update. I am leaving you in one of the worst places. However a JEALOUS, possessive but PROTECTIVE Blue Eyes is totally worth it.
Not only did she whisper then speak FITZ, they ALMOST smooched! Miss Rose has the worse timing not once but twice!
Now Sunshine said Fitz, all bets are off. She woke him from his own form of paralysis, which is why I wrote Fitz in the beginning unresponsive on the ground. She shocked and rebooted his ENTIRE BEING with one word.
You also learned some things about Fitz's accident. Bells is the woman he lost. But WHO is she. #WhoIsBells? That is coming.
So I wish you all a Happy Halloween. Be safe wherever you are. Please leave me some #TrickOrTreats at the end.
Take care and thanks for reading…
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