Liv and Fitz had finally arrived home to the residence and wanted nothing more than to wash away the gloom that hung over their day. The moment Liv stepped into the bedroom, she was out of her wedding gown and making her way towards the shower. Fitz sat on the bed and decided to wait until Liv came out to get in. As much as he wanted nothing more than to make love to his wife until their bodies fell limp from exhaustion, Fitz knew now was not the time.
"Fitz, are you coming?" Liv asked as she poked her head out of the bathroom door and noticed him sitting on the bed. Fitz didn't need to be asked twice, he was out of his clothes and behind Liv in a flash.
Liv grabbed Fitz's hand and led him into the shower behind her. They took turns washing each other's bodies, making sure to pay attention to every inch of flesh. There was nothing sexual about the shower, but the level of intimacy spoke volumes. They were both silently thanking God, that they were able to come home and share in this moment as husband and wife.
Liv could tell by Fitz's growing erection that he needed her just as badly as she needed him. It had been far too long, and in this moment, they needed the level of intimacy that could only be achieved by their bodies coming together as one. So Liv decided to pull the trump card.
"One day." Liv said simply as she took Fitz's face in her hands. "One day where you are not the president, and I am not the first lady. One day where Dominick didn't lose his life. One day where this is simply just our wedding day and you are a man, and I am a woman who just made a vow to God to be each other's one and only for as long as we both shall live. Just one day."
"One day. I'll make a brief speech in the pressroom, and then our one day will begin."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok. But before we go anywhere, or do anything, I need you to make love to me Fitz. I need you to make me feel alive."
Fitz lifted Liv and pressed her gently against the shower wall. Her legs effortlessly wrapped around his waist, as her fingers tenderly massaged his scalp. Their mouths came together and all the tension surrounding the moment disappeared as Fitz lowered Liv onto his erection.
They took their time, and moved together in perfect harmony. Every thrust, every moan, was a testimony of their undying love and affection. Liv held onto Fitz as tightly as she could and allowed him to take control of the moment.
Sensing her relinquishing control, Fitz took over the moment and began whispering in her ear just how thankful he was for her love. Fitz felt Liv's walls clenching as she buried he'd head into his neck. She bit down on his shoulder, as they reached their peak together.
Fitz set Liv down, and rewashed her body from head to toe. Once he had cleaned them both off, he helped her out of the shower and began drying her body. He then reached for her bottle of lotion, and made sure he covered every inch of her skin.
He walked her into the bedroom and knelt down, helping her step into her panties. He placed a kiss on her stomach, and then gently on her lips. He did all of this before he had even wrapped a towel around his own waist. He wanted Liv to know that no matter how big or small a task was, she and their unborn child would always come first in his life.
Fitz smiled as he and Liv entered the press room. Not a single seat was empty, and surprisingly it was quiet in there. No one knew as yet what Fitz's injuries were, but they would all know soon enough. Fitz took the podium for the first time with Liv as his first lady by his side. He waited for the cameras to begin rolling, and proceeded to address the nation as quickly as possible. He needed for their one day, to begin as quickly as possible.
"My fellow Americans, First Lady Grant..." Fitz paused as those words struck him hard. "Wow, First Lady, Olivia Grant and I stand before you today to thank you all for your prayers and support. While today was not the traditional wedding day that one would expect to have, we are thankful that the events that occurred immediately after, were not as disastrous as they could have been."
"We would also like to take a moment to to inform you that one of our agents selflessly gave his life to ensure the safety of my new bride. Because we are still searching for family to notify, we will not be releasing his name at the present time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I do believe this is still my wedding day, so with that, We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Thank you all and God Bless America."
Liv and Fitz exited the stage and took off, making their way back to the residence. When Fitz turned and realized Liv was trailing him, he stopped and picked her up, and ran the rest of the way. When they entered the bedroom, Fitz tossed Liv onto the bed and just stared at her. All of the emotions from the entire day came flooding to the surface at once.
Olivia Pope was now his wife. She is carrying his child in her womb. The love of his life is finally his, and he almost lost her. Fitz shook his head, trying to rid the last thought from his mind.
Flashback
"Mr. President I'd like for you to meet the new head of the secret service." Cyrus said as he motioned for the woman to join them by the desk. Not really wanting to, but also not wanting to be rude, Fitz walked from behind the resolute desk and offered his hand to the woman.
"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III." Fitz said as the woman took his hand for a handshake. Her hand was so soft. Fitz's mind began to wonder if the rest of her felt the same. He pictured helping her undress after a long day of work and making passionate love to her. Fitz felt a stirring him his pants at the thought of holding her in his arms after making love all night long. He pictured taking her right there on the resolute desk. He had become lost in his thoughts and hadn't even heard the woman speaking.
"Mr... President, are you ok?" The woman said for the third time. The look on her face showed genuine concern.
God, even the way she said Mr. President made him weak with desire. Fitz looked into her dark brown eyes and became lost. He saw himself with this woman years from now, there were children running around. Mellie had never given him children. They never seemed to get to the point in their relationship where they felt the timing was right. After a while, Fitz stopped asking for children. He could see himself raising a family with this woman and he didn't even know her name. Realizing that Cyrus was once again looking at him awkwardly, he snapped out of his thoughts.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry." Fitz said as he shook his head trying willing the thoughts to leave him. He turned to the woman and offered a slight smile as an apology. She smiled and he began to melt from the inside out. Her smile was beautiful. It definitely lit up the room and removed all dread he had of facing the day. This woman was definitely going to be trouble.
"I didn't catch your name. You are?"
The woman looked up at him, her eyes judgmental at first. Fitz smiled and her eyes softened. Her lips curved upwards into another smile. She graced him with another beautiful, glorious, angelic smile that Fitz had already fallen in love with. The beautiful smile that was accented by such gorgeous full lips, lips that Fitz knew he would dream about kissing the rest of the day.
"Olivia….Pope."
Olivia Pope. That was the name of the angel that was sent to him. Olivia Pope. The two words that caused his heart beat harder than it ever had before. The two words that made his arms ache with need to hold her. The two words that sent a swarm of butterflies parading and dancing through his stomach. The two words that made his brain want to absorb everything there was to know about her. Things like her favorite color, her favorite meal, what she did on her days off, what made her want to become a secret service agent. A secret service agent. Fitz felt his heart sink as those words brought him back to reality.
Olivia Pope, the one woman in this world that was completely off limits. Or was she? Fitz didn't care about that answer. That would come later. For now, Fitz was determined to make this woman his. They had been in a room together for five minutes and he already belonged to her. He vowed to himself right then and there that he would stop at nothing to make her his.
"Well, if there is nothing else you need of me I will be on my way. I have a meeting with my team, and I don't want to keep you any longer Mr.… President." Olivia nodded towards the men and made her way out the door. Fitz could have sworn she winked at him, but he shook it off as his mind playing tricks on him.
"See there Fitz, that wasn't so bad now was it? She's quite the looker too. I'm sure you will have no problem gawking at her all day. If only I were straight." Cyrus said with a laugh.
Fitz looked at Cyrus wondering if it had been that obvious. When Cyrus shrugged at his lack of response, Fitz knew his thoughts were safe. Cyrus turned and left the oval to continue his day. Fitz returned to his desk and tried as hard as he could to focus but he couldn't. He knew he had to think of a reason, any reason to talk to her, and he had to do it soon. Operation Olivia Grant was officially underway.
Present
There was only one thing Fitz needed to focus on in this moment. Operation Olivia Grant was a success.
Liv sat up and realized that even though Fitz was staring at her, he was no longer with her. She got up on her knees, and wiped the lone tear that fell from his eye. She cupped the back of his head in her hands, and pulled him down to rest on her bosom.
The moment Fitz's head touched Liv's chest, the flood gates opened. As hard as he tried, he couldn't hold back any longer. He almost lost the love of his life and for what? Because Cassidy's mother put a hit out on his life a year ago and Liv was the one who stopped it? Maybe in her 16 yr old mind that made sense, but the young girl had unknowingly, or uncaringly ended her own life before it even began.
Liv held her husband as he cried against her chest and vowed that she would be there for him however he needed her to be in this moment. Liv spoke soft words of love into Fitz's ear and assured him that she was safe, she wasn't going anywhere for a very long time. Liv could tell her words had done something to Fitz as he began to bare his weight on her until she was laying back on the bed.
The look in Fitz's eyes when he looked at her sent chills down Liv's spine. She saw love, lust, and fear in them. She knew he felt as if he failed her. They had just taken their vows, and he failed to keep her safe not even 20 minutes later.
"Fitz, it's ok. I'm safe. I'm here. One day remember?" Liv said as she began pecking Fitz's lips slowly. The fire and force in which Fitz returned the kiss surprised Liv as he laid her down, and instantly began roaming her body. Fitz removed Liv's bra and wasted no time ripping her panties off of her body. Liv closed her eyes and braced herself for the ride she was sure would soon follow, but what Fitz did next shocked her.
Fitz took his time and went slow. He kissed his way up and down her body, not missing an inch of skin. He was gentle when he drew her nipples into his mouth, and sucked them til she was raw. The love marks he left on her neck and between her thighs , were not so much Fitz marking his territory, but a showing of worshipping what was still his. In this moment he was not the president and she was not the first lady. They were simply Fitz and Livvie Grant.
Fitz was gentle when he began slowly pumping his fingers in an out of her core, applying just enough pressure to her nub, the way he knew drove her insane. Liv was so caught up in the pleasure he was giving her that the burning of the tears that were falling onto her stomach shocked her out of the moment. Liv reached out to him and slowly wiped his tears while staring lovingly into his eyes.
Liv's hands found their way into Fitz's hair, and that small reassurance alone, set Fitz's body on fire. His eyes became dark and full of lust as he looked up at his wife for the first time in a new light. He eyes never left hers, and his hand remained protectively over her womb as his mouth latched onto her sensitive nub.
Liv shot off the bed as Fitz hungrily switched between drawing patterns on the bundle of nerves, and sucking on it hard. His fingers were pumping in and out of her head at a rapid pace, but no so much to where it would hurt her. It didn't take long until Liv was thrashing about on the bed, fisting whatever amount of sheets her hands could hold.
"Fitz" Liv moaned loudly as her husband continued to pleasurable assault on her body. The room began to spin and Liv felt the pressure build to the point of spontaneous combustion. With one final flick of his tongue, Liv came hard, screaming his name followed by a string of obscenities.
"Mmmm, you have a very dirty mouth for a first lady. I like it." Fitz said as he climbed up Liv's body. His lips came crashing down on hers, and she knew in an instant that he was coming back to her.
"Oh really? Well, let me show how dirty this mouth can be. Mr... President..."
Liv used all of her strength to flip them over on the bed so she was on top. Liv became wild as her mouth latched onto Fitz's neck. She bit and sucked so hard, she knew she left a mark. The fact that she could mark the leader of the free world in such an intimate way only served to spur Liv on more.
She descended his body, peppering kisses along the way. As she reached his erection, Liv couldn't help but admire exactly what her husband was working with. She took the length into her hands and stroked him a few times before running her tongue along the protruding vein.
"Livvie..."
Liv looked at Fitz and their eyes locked as she swirled her tongue around the tip, before swallowing him as far as she could into her throat. Fitz's hands found Liv's curls as her head bobbed up and down, pleasuring her husband in a way only she was allowed. She sucked him hard, alternating between strokes, until Fitz felt a familiar tightening below.
"Livvie wait, not like this." Fitz pleaded as he gently pushed his wife up and flipped them over so he was on top.
Fitz's lips found Liv's once again, this time his kisses were slow and deep. His tongue entered her mouth the same time he slid into her core. The dual penetration almost made Liv reach her peak on the spot.
His thrusts were slow and deep, each one hitting Liv in a spot no other man will ever know. They stared into one another's eyes as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and began matching him thrust for thrust. They moved in a way that spoke the words neither of them were able to in that moment. Fitz pressed his body as close to Liv's as he could, making sure to not add pressure to her abdomen.
"Fitz... baby" was all Liv needed to say. Fitz lifted Liv's legs onto his shoulder and placed her hands above her head, allowing their fingers to intertwine. His thrust became harder and faster as he driver repeatedly into the depths of Liv's walls. He felt Liv clenching around his length and knew he would be following her this time. Fitz's body took on an animalistic urgency as he began driving into his wife like it was his last hope of survival. Liv held Fitz's hands as tightly as she could and screamed his name as he pushed them both over a cliff.
Fitz lowered Liv's legs and rested his head on her chest as they both struggle to breathe. She stroked his hair and placed kisses on his forehead and smiled that for just this day, their wedding day, in this moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them. They laid there, bodies intertwined until the drifted off to sleep.
XX
It was 6 pm when Liv finally stirred. She sat up and looked over, and smiled when she realized Fitz was still asleep. Liv untangled her body from his, care as to not wake him. Grabbing her self phone, Liv made her way into the bathroom.
She sat on the counter, and searched through her contacts. She hesitated for a moment before pressing call. The other person on the other end picked up on the third ring.
"Olivia, to what do I owe the honor of your call?" he said, his voice groggy from sleep.
"It has been a while hasn't it? I really miss you."
"I miss you too. But you're married to the POTUS now. There is no way we can possibly see one another without raising suspicion." he said. Liv didn't think he would miss her. It had been so long since they'd seen one another.
"I am, but, I need to see you today. As soon as possible."
"Olivia?"
"Please? I really need this, and maybe we can catch up afterwards."
There was a long silence that immediately followed before the man on the other end responded.
"Ok, I'll meet with you. Can you get away from your detail?"
"That is not an option."
"Ok, well, we'll deal with that when the time comes. How long until I get to see you?"
"I can be there in 30 minutes."
"Ok, see you then Olivia."
"Bye."
Liv crept back into the bedroom and got dressed as quickly as she possibly could, before tip toeing out of the bedroom and collecting her agents. A wicked smile graced her face as she pondered all she would do when she arrived at her location.
Cassidy Langston has yet to realize that she has made the biggest mistake of her life. As her mother sits on the phone with her, Sally in Guantanamo, Cassidy in the pentagon, both chained at the hip and wrists, she is about to realize just how royally fucked she truly is.
"Cassidy Margaret Langston, have you lost your damn mind! Do you realize what you have done? You have not only injured the President of the United States, no, that would be bad enough if that were all you have done. You my dear, sweet, idiotic child have pissed off Olivia Pope. 16 or not, she will be out for your blood."
"She took you and she killed Uncle Hal! She deserves to pay!" Cassidy screamed her reasoning into the phone.
"Cassidy, my dear, sweet Cassidy. Olivia Pope is a weed in our garden. What have I told you about weeds?"
Sally could feel her anger rising as Cassidy sat silently on the other end. "I asked you a question Cassidy Margaret!"
"We let them grow." Cassidy mumbled over the line.
"We let them grow. And you my dear, just tried to attack the biggest weed of them all. To make matters worse, there is nothing I can do to save you. I will pray for you my child." with that Sally hung up.
Cassidy slouched down in her chair as she replayed the conversation in her head. She swallowed hard as her mother's words sank in. She didn't know much about Olivia Pope, but she knew if her mother was afraid of her, it was for good reason. Cassidy was transferred back to her cell, and was beginning to fall asleep when she heard a loud noise booming through the halls. She began to shake as she heard a woman's voice follow immediately behind it.
"WHERE IS SHE!?"
"Madame First Lady..."
"WHERE THE HELL IS CASSIDY LANGSTON!"
A few seconds later Cassidy jumped as the door to her cell swung open. She began to shake as Liv entered the small room, with a man standing beside her. Liv walked to Cassidy until there was no space left between them.
"Cassidy. Margaret. Langston tell me, what brings you to the bowels of the American prison system."
Cassidy was growing more afraid by the second. She knew she'd have to deal with Olivia Pope sooner or later, but she was hoping it would have been later... Much later. Cassidy prayed her southern charm would get her out of this situation.
"Madame first lady, I didn't expect to see you here."
"Dear, sweet Cassidy, you should know by now that I am everywhere. You see, I came to have a sit down with you, one on one. Apparently I have done something to piss you off to the point you thought it ok to attempt to kill me and my husband on my wedding day? Your mother made the mistake of pissing me once, it didn't work out so well for her."
Liv looked back to make sure the man that entered the room with her was still there. She turned back to Cassidy, and smiled at the girl menacingly.
"Oh and Cassidy, one more thing before we begin this girl talk."
"Ye-yes Madame first lady?"
She looked into the frightened girl's eyes before placing her mouth by Cassidy's ear.
"I'd like for you to meet my father, Rowan Pope."
