Hello #Gladiators. Here is your next update for this fic. This chapter is mainly Olitz so that should help ease our need for them to be "normal." I promise you may shed a few tears and definitely laugh your ass off. (Well cuz… oh heck just read and see.)
Looking forward to your #JudgesScoreCards…
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Chapter 11: "This Woman is MY Destiney…"
"What Happens Now…."
As Olivia closed the distance between her and Fitz's faces she began to hear noise outside her door. It was whispering and she hoped no one had discovered that Fitz was there with her. Then she began to hear the agent's muffled voices that no one was to be allowed into Olivia's apartment. Olivia glanced at the clock and realized what time it was.
"Fitz," pushing herself away from firm hold he had on her. But he gripped her tighter. "I hear noise and voices out there. To me that can only mean one thing," she attempted to explain but he drew her face closer to his own. He only had one thing in his mind, kissing her perfect pouty lips again. And if she was one the willingly going to kiss him first only a few seconds prior, there was NO WAY he was going to allow anything to stop it.
"Livy," he murmurs. "I don't care if Prince William of England is outside your door wanting you to give him dancing lessons. There is ONLY one thing I am focused on right now," placing his lips dangerously close to hers. His warm breath just "ghosts" over her face, turning her mind to mush. His large hand cradles her head refusing to allow anything to ruin this moment and her out of his arms. If he does he is afraid he'll lose this chance to kiss her again.
She moves her head to the side allowing her neck to be exposed. Fitz hungry eyes notice her soft skin, and lowers his lips ready to taste and tease her there. He feels like a "newborn" vampire ready to devour her whole. Olivia is focused on listening outside her door that she gasps feeling his soft lips on her skin. "Fitz," she moans as his lips begin to kiss her.
"We can't." Her voice is now higher, as he begins to suck on her skin.
"Oh yes we can," trailing his lips up and finding a sensitive spot just under her ear. The combination of his hot breath, mouth, and lips attached to her neck causes Olivia to moan. This sound causes Fitz's body to react and now he's aroused more than ever before. He wants to hear more of these types of sounds for him; knowing he is the cause only heightens his "need" to have her all to himself and never share.
She begins to push him away but he takes her arms and wraps them around his neck. Then in one swift motion she's on her back on the couch and he's perched above her, with his head buried in her neck. The assault on her flesh melts Olivia like butter in his arms. She responds to his tenderness in a way she never dreamed. She's on fire, breathing heavily.
Her legs fall open and Fitz does not waste the opportunity and nestles between them. Olivia's eyes grow huge as their hips press together. She begs her body not to move against him, but Fitz's hand slides underneath her body pushing them closer together. His arousal is pressed on her core and he can't help but move against her.
"Oh God," she moans feeling how much he wants her.
"Livy," he mutters into her neck in between soft and sensual kisses. "God you taste incredible," dropping his voice as he speaks this into her ear.
"Jesus," she whimpers unable to stop herself for responding to his ministrations on her body. She's danced with Max for years, isn't not "inexperienced" in the bedroom, but she swears for a man that has no rhythm, he has skills she's never seen before.
"Livy," caressing her body legs through her clothes. "You are so soft, sensual and beautiful," now looking into her eyes. "Why can't you see it?" She stops and stares at him as her cheeks heat up. She buries her face in the cushion unable to keep the strong eye contact. "Look at me," he gently asks.
She finally turns her head to face him and opens her eyes. "Fitz I told you I can't teach you this way," she croaks. "We need to stop," wanting desperately to stop things before her body betrays her and she can't. It wouldn't be a mistake but it cannot happen right now. She is not ready and neither is Fitz.
He pulls back staring hard and long into her eyes. His eyes are dark filled with arousal, and his need to be close to her body. He cups a palm around her face not allowing her to look away. "I can't stop. Can you?"
"I…," stumbling over her words.
"I caught you Livy. I am STILL catching you even now," rubbing their noses together. "We're both falling and I can't stop." She understands his meaning but says nothing. He's right she is falling and wishes he didn't know it. "I don't want this feeling ever to stop." His voice his hoarse not allowing himself to give into his desire.
He was married to Nina and Bell's mother for almost a decade and not once did she make him feel this way. All Fitz wants is to connect with Olivia any way he can. Being this close to her, is proving to be his undoing.
She hears the voices outside her door get louder. "Fitz there's someone out there," doing her best to distract him.
"It's the Secret Service Livy," drawing their faces together. "Tom and Mitch are out there to protect me and NOT allow anyone to enter if I am here."
"But," Olivia then loses her train of thought as Fitz attaches his mouth to the other side of her neck. Olivia's body is betraying her, allowing herself to give into him. She feels powerless to stop him but in all honesty she doesn't want to either. She's never felt this good, alive and most of all safe. Fitz caught her, promising to be here for her in a way only in her dreams.
He hands runs up her leg and stops at the base of her shirt. He aches to touch her bare skin, the softness flesh he knows is hiding underneath her clothes. "Livy," he grumbles as his hand shakes. She places her hand on top of his and squeezes. "I…," he is at a loss for words.
Finally she places her hands around his face and lifts him so she can look into his eyes. She holds his gaze and lifts her head and finally kisses his lips. "Livy," he moans as she places open-mouth soft and sweet kisses on his lips, totally derailing his mission. He has never been kissed this way by a woman before.
Each kiss is gentle upon his mouth felt as if she is afraid to break him. She pecked the edges of his lips, baring touching them. Then Olivia just grazes the tips of her lips under his bottom lip, just out of his reach. Olivia drags her lips across his chin, just skimming the skin. Her eyes meet his that are now dancing with curiosity, wondering what she's up to.
Finally after kissing him EVERYWHERE but the place he really wants her to, she lowers his head and their lips touch. "Fitz," she murmurs feeling him holding back. She grins feeling his inner turmoil. "This is what you want isn't," she teases.
"Olivia," he babbles as her lips kiss his.
She grins. "Yes Mr. President," dropping her voice dangerously low. "I told you we were going to dance. I just didn't say how." She turned the tables on him and she's the one in control.
He chuckles and as she attempts to withdraw from kissing him. He opens her mouth with his tongue, surging it inside. It finds Olivia's and within moments both tongues are twirling, swirling around the other. Fitz's wraps himself around hers and deepens the kiss to one of such passion Olivia begins to moan.
"Oh God," she cries as he kisses her. Feeling her frustration begin to grow she lifts his head away from her face, breaking their connection. An impish grin appears on his face, knowing that he finally got the kiss he wanted. "Up," she commands.
"I kind of am," he throws out quickly, knowing she feels his hardness.
"That is NOT what I meant." She scolds him showing her frustration.
"I know," he quips quickly.
"Urgh," pushing him up. He takes her with him and she is sitting in his lap. "Fitz," struggling to get away.
"What," answering playfully.
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"ON and Off the Dance Floor…"
Finally she pushes herself away and stands up. She crosses her arms. "I freaking hate you," she growls and walks to the window. She wraps her arms around her body, holding herself wishing it was him, but also understanding that she needs space. Olivia is NOT supposed to want him at all, she struggled against "someone like him," a politician her entire life.
She never wanted to be someone's "arm candy," but with Fitz she JUST knows she'd be more than that. Olivia cannot explain how she knows it to be true but it is. He would NEVER use her in that fashion and that only draws her to him more. She exhales allowing her mind to take over and her eyes get lost looking at the White House in the distance.
She is so lost in mind she almost does not hear Fitz approaching her from behind. He takes everything about her in as closes the distance between them. From the light in her hair, to the sun ray's cascading down her body. She's glowing like an angel.
As he finally stops and leans next to her, Fitz holds himself back to refrain from caressing her soft skin. Olivia is like fire to him and he's the moth attracted to her warmth, beauty, flickering light; only drawing him closer to engulf his senses never to emerge. He watches her in awe, seeing her mind dance in circles; doing her best to keep the distance between them.
"Stop thinking will you. You'll break a leg and blame it on me," Fitz reaches his hand out and encompass hers. She exhales and turns her head to face his. Brown eyes meet Blue and he cannot help but smile. "Liv?"
"I can't teach you if we let stuff happen like that," glancing back on her couch.
"You wanted me to prove to you Olivia that I am IN this with you Olivia. I caught you," reminding her with an adoring smile to ease her fears. "You have to trust me when I tell you that I am NOT going anywhere. I'll wait for you to realize that as long as it takes. I am not asking you for a relationship even though it's what I want more than anything."
"You want me to be your girlfriend," she replies in a higher voice. "Seriously."
The sound of her voice warms his heart. "I do Olivia. I want NO other man to have you but me. ON and OFF the dance floor." The thought of Max touching her already makes his blood boil. "But I would never want you to stop dancing. It's who you are and it drew me to you."
She smiles gently and squeezes his hand. "Then why me," fully turning her body to face his.
"Because you scare the living shit out of me," he admits with an impish grin and wholeheartedly.
"Stop," beginning to back away from him to need space. "I am being serious."
"As am I," he admits. "I want you in my life and it taking it slow with you is what you want then so be it. As long as you are mine in the end and we are together. That's all that matters to me," hoping to reassure her.
"Fitz we…," pausing. "Can we be 'just friends' knowing how other feels about the other?"
"I'd like to think so Livy. Because NOT having you is not an option. And I don't just me for dancing," he winks.
"Fitz," moving away from him buthe grips her hand tighter and keeps her in place. He moves away from the window and walks her to the wall next to it. She leans back on it and he stands before her. She lowers her head unable to meet his eyes. Olivia feels the warmth and electricity from Fitz and already her breathing increases.
Fitz gently lifts her chin to meet his eyes and he melts. He sees her fear, and uncertainty for a man she's not supposed to want. Why though he has no idea and this bothers him a great deal. Olivia is the most incredible woman (not just dancer) he has ever met. She could have anyone. He feels lucky to have come along at "maybe" the right time and have stolen her heart. Because in reality she stole his the moment their eyes connected.
But most of all he senses that Olivia does not deserve him. He steps forward and cups her face so she not look away. Sensing her inner turmoil he verbalizes, "You deserve THIS," looking between the both of them. "Not only that, you deserve everything."
"What makes you so sure? You've only known me for three weeks," challenging him to answer.
He places his hands on her tailbone, bringing her closer. "Because I can feel it within my gut."
"That's indigestion," she retorts quickly with an exaggerated eye roll.
Fitz laughs. "Then I never want it to go away. Because it's the best feeling in the world," being overly romantic.
She gives him this "Are you shitting me face," causing Fitz to laugh even harder. "I am trying to be romantic and sweep a professional dancer off her feet. Is it working?"
She finally cracks a smile. "A little," pausing. "You caught me…," she whimpers.
"I did," he smiles. He raises his eyes though because he fears this is still not what she wants. "IF you REALLY want me to stop pursuing you Olivia – I will," he explains with a cracked voice. "Truthfully I will never get over you, but if that is what you want…." Trailing off.
"You would let me go," she asks. She knows she should NOT want him – not one bit. But she does and she is unsure now how to walk away from him without ruining them both. "You mean after you CAUGHT ME you'd just walk away," her voice cracks.
"Livy," pressing his forehead to touch hers. She begins to fight him to get away from his hold. His grasp tightens. "I CANNOT EVER let you go. I will NEVER be over how you make me feel. I'd be destroyed."
"Then why ask me that," clutching his chest.
"Because I think I could walk away from you and in time learn to live without you," he explains. "But if I allow what I feel for you grow," which he has no control over, "I'd be ruined. I never thought I'd be able to move on after Bellamy died. And now I have you and I don't want to just live my life alone anymore. I want to be ALIVE with you."
"Fitz," she sniffles. "I don't know," she answers. "How can we work? Really?"
"It is something we are going to have to work for ON and OFF the dance floor. But LIKE ME you are afraid," cradling her face. "I am scared too. I am terrified that I'll never feel this way again. You ruined me Livy," cooing her name. "I look at you and I swear I feel like I can do anything."
"You can do anything," she whimpers. "You are the President of the United States. Like anyone is going to stop you."
"Olivia," he contradicts. "I mean it Olivia. I know WHO I am. I am the President of this great nation – the commander of the armed forces. That is how most people see me. But you," he mutters. "From that first night when our eyes connected, you made me feel like a man again. Not just a statue."
"I don't understand," holding his hands in front of her. "How could have ONE look from me on the dance floor – in one night do that. You didn't know who I was or anything about me. All you knew was that I was going to be Cristina and Isabelle's dance teacher. And that I was friends with Abby."
"I saw more than that," he teases, drops his voice and bends his knees so he can look into her eyes. He brings her to the couch and motions for her to sit. She does so reluctantly, and he places himself on the coffee table before her. He rests his hands on her knees. "Do you know what it is like for people to see what you do instead of who you really are?"
"Yes I am dancer remember," not sure where this conversation is going. "People want me to teach them to dance for their wedding, a competition or to teach their children. I teach children for fun not to compete against others. If they want do that when they are older than fine, but I will NOT do it at a young age." Fitz smiles at her honesty.
"I get it Livy. When people see me they DO NOT see the man or father that I am. When they see me, especially in the Oval, behind the Resolute Desk, the only see the President and what I can do for them or their political agenda. They do not want me for me Livy. Something tells me you understand that more than anyone," he hints.
"I do," she solemnly replies. "My father is in politics."
"You told me. He wanted to use you for HIS political gain," he hopes he'd confide in him a tiny bit about him. "But why?"
She gulps. "Because he wanted me to be in certain circles so he himself could control the person in charge of power. If I get involved with you, it would his ultimate trump card. He would use me to get to you; to make you do what he wants."
Fitz is shocked. "I would never let him. But I thought you didn't talk to him. Abby told me that you two are estranged."
Olivia is not mad at Abby for telling Fitz anything but she still must be careful. "She told you?"
"She did. I pressured her to tell me why you were so afraid of me – of us. That is why you wanted me to catch you, isn't it?" Instead of answering him, tears begin to come out of the corners of her eyes. This is too much for Fitz and instantly he is beside her and draws her into his arms. She places her head against his chest and he holds her close.
"I am NOT going anywhere Livy. I caught you," he speaks into her hair. "And now that I have I am NOT going to let you go," bringing her closer. "EVER," he voices with conviction. He kisses her forehead leaving a lingering kiss on her skin. She sniffles and nestles herself into his chest never feeling this safe before.
"Fitz," she whispers as she looks up into his eyes. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why didn't I meet you sooner," she asks in hushed tone.
"Because my dancing never caused an international incident before," he quips. She chuckles against shirt.
She pushes herself up so she can look in his eyes. "No. I mean why didn't you sooner? I feel like I "danced" with ALL the wrong guys until you showed up." She declares in a wobbly intonation accepting finally that maybe she was meant to wait for Fitz. After all these years with Max, maybe he was the one to bring her to Fitz.
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"Dance with Me…"
Fitz lifts her up and off the couch. He did not place her down in the air and held her up. His arms were just under her bottom. "Fitz," she cannot finish because he kisses her. It a quick peck but it makes her forget what is going on.
"Dance with me," he winks.
"What?"
"You heard me. Dance with me right now," he commands.
"Here now," she asks in a high pitch tone. "But it's not time for your lesson." She looks around the room. "I thought we were going to the White House. I am not even ready to leave."
He chuckles at her excuses. "You look beautiful to me Livy." She squints. "This is not my FIRST lesson but I just want to dance with you. Right here. Right now."
"But," he kisses her again.
She exhales. "We have no room," she looks around. "If you didn't notice."
He raises his eyebrows and places her down on the floor. "Don't move," he instructs. Then in less than thirty seconds her coffee table is picked up and moved. Then her couches are pushed out of the way. The center of her living room is completely clear and there is plenty of space.
"Fitz," she chastises as he yanks her into his arms. "We can't," doing her best now to get away from him. "This can wait till your lesson."
"No I don't want to wait," he retorts in a deep tone. "I want to dance with the most beautiful woman in my world right now."
"You're insane," flying her hands in the air and moving away.
But he's too her in seconds, wrapping his arms around her body from behind. He draws her backwards into his firm body and she sighs as he rests his head on her shoulders. "Maybe but dance with me. There are NO cameras Livy. You KNOW you want to let go. Before we have our first lesson and you become in charge PLEASE," he whines "do this WITH me."
She breathes out. "Someone could see us," she gulps.
"Your curtains are closed and my agents are outside that door. NO ONE will enter unless they are allowed. Now," rotating her body around so he can look in her eyes. "Let's dance."
"Mr. President," being formal to distract him.
He frowns knowing she does not give up control easily. He walks her over her stereo and finds a CD. Instantly he finds the perfect song choice, and places the CD in the machine. He grabs the remote and walks her back to the center of the room.
"Olivia Shut up and Dance with Me," he commands. She stands there dumbfounded across from until her eyes grow wide hearing "Walk the Moon's - Shut up and Dance with Me" begin to come out of her stereo. Fitz begins to shake towards her as the music begins to pick up. She smirks noting he truly has no rhythm and he's so off the beat.
She stifles her laugh, doing her best not to fall on the floor laughing at the President of the United States shaking it badly in her living room all for her amusement; so a pretty girl will dance with him. He is bee-bopping, gyrating his hips, and moving his feet to the music. His smile is wide and he totally turned himself into the biggest dork for her.
She raises her eyes as he moves towards her and sings,
Oh don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you're holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
(Fitz SINGS it directly into her eyes, causing her to gasp.)
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me
Now he is to her and jerks her into his arms. He holds her hands and brings her back and forth, moving his feet "in time" with the music. Olivia is allowing him to "lead" even though she knows he has no idea what he's doing. Fitz spins, dips, holds Olivia close as he twirls them around the room. Their bodies are close together not allowing any "air" to come between them.
She laughs at his "dancing form" but continues to be putty in his arms. Her smile matches his as they look into the other eyes as they dance, both never feeling this free and happy before. Fitz is totally unsure of himself but with Olivia in his arms, he's flying.
Fitz mouth bursts open when he hears from Olivia…
"We were victims of the night
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh we were bound to get together
Bound to get together
Now she takes Fitz's hands and yanks him forcibly into her practically knocking the wind out of him. The swift movement startles Fitz and lets him know that NOW she is in charge of their dance.
She took my arm
I don't know how it happened
We took the floor and she said
Olivia then places Fitz hands into her and she begins to help him move in time with the music. His shakes his hips into her making her grin at his attempts to entice her to be all over him.
"Eyes Up," she commands, holding his face tightly. Fitz wants to look down but she won't allow him.
"Watch me Mr. President. I am up here not on the floor," she reminds him. He smiles and begins to follow HER lead. Slowly he improves and they finish out the song together.
Oh don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you're holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me
When the song ends, she is in Fitz's arms dipped over. He winks and leans his head into her neck, and seductively runs his fingers down her chest. She whips her head up as he slowly brings her body back up to his. Their foreheads touch and he grins like he just had his first kiss at the ball.
He whispers into her face. "Shut up and dance with Me but THIS WOMAN is my Destiny."
"Fitz," unable to comprehend his words. "That was….," she's at a loss for words, not ever dancing like that before.
"Perfect cuz I am so good," he jokes.
"Um no." Fitz places a hand over his heart pretending to be wounded. "But you definitely," sliding her hands down to his bottom just resting them on his hands. "Have something I can work with."
He raises his eyes at her bold move to goose his derriere. He smirks impishly. "I do huh. So am I worth teaching."
"I suppose," she jests. "I guess I can teach a POTUS to dance."
"Oh really. What if I want something more from you than dancing," he inquires lowering his face so their lips can touch again. He does not know what it is but he wants to kiss her practically all the time.
"Oh," she turns around and cocoons herself in his arms. He moves her hair and she breathes hard as his HOT breath is now on her neck. "What is it you want now Mr. President? I told you this is ONLY dancing. We're friends," doing to her best to remove herself from his 'spaghetti arms."
"Good friends," he jest. "And well…," he stops and they abruptly turn around when they hear.
"I told you this PESKY POTUS wanted more than dancing from you Livy," her Aunt Lois chastises standing with Rose at her open door. Fitz blushes not knowing who these ladies are but locks eyes with Abby who is hiding behind him.
"Abigail," he groans hiding himself behind Olivia.
"Mr. President," she grimaces.
"Abby," Olivia growls her name next knowing ALL of this is her fault.
"Liv," she squeaks.
"How did you…,"
"They made me do it," Abby quickly explained. "They heard fighting and KNEW he was here. They called me and you know I can't say NO to them Liv."
"Yes you could have ABBY," Olivia wants to kill her. "You could have said you were busy. You are the White House Chief of Staff."
"Livy," Lois interrupts. "Leave Abby Alone. It is technically not ALL her fault. You Aunt Rose and I did bribe the agents with homemade cookies for breakfast."
Fitz crosses his arms and glares at Mitch and Tom. "Really guys," watching them munch on homemade goodies.
"Sorry Sir. But they are really good and Abby said these two ladies are Miss Pope's aunts," Mitch explains first hoping to get Tom out of trouble.
"Livy child are you going to introduce us to this fine ass man or not," Rose announces having heard enough. "Even though we KNOW who he is obviously."
Fitz shutters feeling like a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Olivia walks Fitz over to them and makes the introductions. "Mr. President," she begins.
Fitz scoffs. "Liv we are SO past the President crap."
"Oh hush," she pushes him. "Fine. This is my Aunt Lois and Aunt Rose. They live across the hall. They are my mother's Godmothers."
Fitz reaches out his hand and greets them both. He then turns on the charm and kisses the tops of their hands sending both the ladies hearts fluttering. "Lord Livy. This man has the eyes, body," looking Fitz up and down, "and charms."
"Oh God," Olivia groans.
"What we saw him shaking his THANG," stressing the last word in a Southern drawl. "A few second ago and we all know one thing for sure."
"Oh no…," Abby grimaces.
"What?"
"That this man," eyeing Fitz, "Definitely can't dance. But he's does have moves in those hips of his," wiggling her eyes at Fitz, Rose chastises.
Fitz blushes horribly. "Um…,"
"But Lois and I do have a request for you Mr. President especially since you are so fond of OUR Livy," Rose asks in the sweetest voice.
"Yes Ma'am," grinning.
"If you are going to be stealing Olivia for the day YOU MUST bring her back for Sunday dinner." Fitz nods. "But there's a few catches actually." Fitz raises his eyes and waits for it. "Dinner is 6 pm sharp."
"Okay. The others," he questions. "What can I do for you," dropping his voice turning on his charms.
Rose and Louis swear their heart flutters in their chest at his deep voice. "Well," Rose walks up to Fitz. "You Mr. President are coming with her along with your little girls." Fitz gulps. "Oh and don't forget to bring Abby and Vice President Nichols."
"What?" Abby squeals in protest sending Olivia laughing across the room.
"Payback Abby. Payback…," Olivia grins wickedly, knowing this is one Sunday Dinner none of them will forget just knowing Abby will do anything and everything to get out of dinner with not only her aunts but with Andrew as well. "Oh this is going to be great."
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#DropsDancingShoes and Tap Dances off the floor.
Yup that is it for this update. I sure hope you enjoyed this mainly Olitz Centric chapter. Yes they GOT a lot closer and actually TALKED to the other about their fears (even OP) I know knew concept. She's not running from Fitz but she's still a bit scared.
Fitz told her what he wants, HER (well duh) and he's willing to wait for anything serious to happen between them.
Rose and Lois met our "Pesky POTUS" and now that they have be prepared for an EPIC Sunday dinner that not even Queen Elizabeth would want to attend. Can you say that Abby is in trouble and LAWD help Andrew…(grins wickedly).
So leave me your Judges Score especially for Fitz on his "Shut Up and Dance" by Walk the Moon. I can just picture TG dancing. LOL.
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