Futile Devices Chapter XI, a scandal fanfic

Futile Devices – Chapter XI

"Hi."

Fitz let out the greeting like a sigh of relief as he stood at the doorway, holding his hands behind his back. Olivia tensed up, the openness of his blue eyes and the baritone of his voice battling with the warning in her mind that he shouldn't be here. But as he raised his brow and inched up the corner of mouth, she knew it was a pointless fight.

"Hi." She responded softly.

He had a curious look on his face, but she forced herself not to analyse it, lest she have her hopes crushed. They stood for a moment in silence, happy to be in each other's presence, taking a moment in each other's eyes before they fell back into the mess of reality.

Cyrus stood beside the open door with crossed arms, looking back and forth between the silent pair before shaking his head.

"Do what you wanted to do, Mr President." He grumbled. "If anyone wants me I'll be outside, fixing my tie into a noose." He said, moving past Fitz who was shaken from his gaze and stepped into the small storage room. "God knows it'll be quicker death than the one you two are getting me into."

Fitz watched him leave with a small wry smile then slowly closed the door on him, still hiding one hand behind his back, which Olivia could now see was holding a thin folder. The old latch locked with a muted click, and they were alone.

Fitz stood silent at the door, his hand still resting on the handle. Olivia could see he was deep in thought, his brow creased and his jaw set, in a profile she had found herself drawn to many times before. His eyes darted up suddenly, meeting hers, then he slowly turned to face her, a hint of a smirk ghosting his lips.

"Do you have a pen?" He asked simply, his hand still holding the mysterious folder behind his back.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"A pen." Fitz continued smoothly, stepping slowly towards her. "I forgot mine upstairs. Do you mind?" He held out his wide palm in front of her.

Liv looked down at his hand then back up at his face, trying to read him, but she couldn't get anything. With a slight roll of her eyes at the unexpected mundanity in what was a dangerous meeting, she reached into her bag and handed him the first pen her hand could find.

Fitz brushed her fingers as he received the pen, sending as small tingle up her arm, then held the pen up to his gaze and studied it curiously.

"This… is my pen." He said in surprise, and peered down at Olivia.

"Well I'm sure you have a lot more where that came from." She tried to brush off, but Fitz was not placated.

"Well I'm sure Olivia Pope of all people could afford a better pen." He smirked.

But none of them would be yours. She thought, exposed under his gaze. She had stolen that pen when she first worked in the White House. All those years ago it had been twirling between his fingers, rifled through his curls and nibbled between his teeth. She didn't know what drove her to steal it like some lovesick teenager that day, but steal it she did, and for all those years later she carried it around with her like a talisman, as proof that those happy moments were real.

"I don't think you understand the meaning of keeping a low profile." Olivia quipped dryly, trying to avoid Fitz's inquisition. "Considering you brought me into the one place which is solely connected to you, the one man I am not supposed to see."

"I know what I'm doing." He replied arrogantly.

"Do you?" She raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Ok, maybe not." He conceded, then met her eyes with a determined look. "Except maybe for this moment. Because now… right now I know exactly what I'm doing."

Before Olivia could ask what he meant, Fitz knelt down in front of her on the cold concrete floor and drew the thin folder from behind his back, placing it on the top of the dusty filing box that sat by her feet. She watched his mess of curls in silence as he crouched over the box and opened the folder, taking in a steady breath. Then defiantly he brought the pen down, the confident sounds of scratching and flicking of paper filling the room, and made her stomach slowly knot for some reason she could not explain. Suddenly the sound of the pen stopped, and Fitz's kneeling form stilled in front of her.

Slowly, he drew the pages back on top of each other, and placed his hand flat upon them, as if trying to steady himself. Olivia waited in suspenseful silence when he raised his head up. His eyes were rimmed in redness and glistened with tears as they locked on to hers, open, exposed. Olivia felt her breath hitch in her throat when he brought the paper up from the box and held it up to her. On the top of the page were the words Application for Divorce, but below, delicately, ever so importantly, were two complete signatures.

"I'm yours." He croaked, his voice heavy with emotion. "I was always yours, ever since I tried to fire you but now…now I'm yours. Now I'm really all yours." He gave a clumsy, irrepressible beam, which she couldn't help but mirror, her lips uncontrollably rising as her cheeks flushed with warmth. She looked down at him, praying that this was not some dream, that this was still reality. But as he slowly put the signed forms down and looked back up at her, one knee on the ground, her hands began to shake. This what it. Her blood beat with adrenaline, but also with something else, something familiar and corrosive. Fear.

Fitz was about to reach out for her hand, but studied her shocked face, and gave a knowing smile. Letting out a long breath, he dropped his hand and brought himself up off the floor. Pushing the file box out of his way with the side of his foot, he stepped up to Olivia and ghosted his wide hands around her face, trailing a delicate finger along the strands of her that had fallen in front of her eyes. He moved in closer, their bodies brushing together, then with the touch of his thumb, he raised her chin so that her gaze met his.

"I'm yours." He whispered, simply, sacredly, as the warmth of his breath fleeting across her lips. "Only. Yours."

Her mind cascaded with fears and warnings and problems. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing could come out, instead her view filled with his deep cerulean eyes, the ones that had haunted her dreams for so many years, but now they were free. They were hers. A sudden joy rose through her, and out of her mouth came an unexpected burst of laughter as she felt herself letting go of an old crushing weight. Fitz's eyes widened in surprised and flicked across her radiant face, then joined her with a grin. Olivia looked into his eyes once more then raised herself up on her toes and swung her arms around his neck, to which he immediately wrapped his arms around her small body and drew her in to him as tightly as he could. Their bodies vibrated with laughter as they shared their relief.

Olivia felt giddy as she clutched on to the small curls at the back of Fitz's head, and dug her nose into the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent to clear her mind. She felt his hand move down her body when she pushed herself off his chest slightly and drew her hands around his face, holding him into position. Looking into his eyes once more, she then flicked them down to his lips and moved in to take them with a soft kiss. She felt him sigh into her then she pushed him closer and sought entry with her tongue, to which he immediately granted. They kissed slowly, languidly, as if they had all the time in the world. But voice in the back of Olivia's mind reminded that they did not. They still were not free. There was still a battle to fight.

Fitz's hands slipped down over her ass and pushed his groin against her as Olivia reluctantly pulled away from his kiss and rested her hands on his chest to stabilise herself as they both caught their breaths.

"We should get Cyrus in." She murmured, daring to look up at his hungry eyes.

"I'm not really looking for a threesome right now." He smirked then moved back to a kiss.

"No." Liv couldn't help but giggle, moving her face away to his lips instead attacked her neck. "I mean we should tell him. He needs to know."

But he was unswayed, instead he walked her backwards to press her against one of the shelves and moved his kisses lower down her neck and into the opening of her blouse.

"Fitz." She tried faintly as he kissed a sensitive spot. "Fitz." She tried again stronger, bringing her hands to his face and forcing him up. "We need Cyrus." She locked her eyes on his. "You getting… I mean… you're divorced." Her breath hitched as she said the word, the reality of the signed documents still overwhelming her. He just gave a small smile. "You're recently divorced and you're about to announce the beginning of your re-election campaign." She tried again. "We need to get on top of this story right now before Mellie takes the reigns and paints you as the villain, ok?"

Fitz's smile disappeared into a solemn nod. "Ok."

"Ok." She echoed and was about to move away when Fitz put his hands on her hips and stopped her.

His eyes had suddenly turned sad as he looked down at her, taking all of her in before meeting her gaze.

"We're still not out of the woods, are we?" He murmured.

"No." Olivia rested her hand against his cheek as the memory of Rowan's threat rushed through her. "No. But at least we're one step closer." She tried, putting on a small smile. Fitz's mouth flicked up into a faint smile, when she moved in closer again to give him a soft, gentle kiss. They would get through this.

"Come on." She whispered as she pulled away. "Let's get the band back together."

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Divorce.

Please excuse me while I around around my apartment jumping on furniture and laughing at the top of my voice. I know, I know – I wrote the damn thing, why would I have such a reaction to it? BECAUSE FITZ AND MELLIE ARE DIVORCED THAT'S WHY!

Ok – calm yo tits Kronos, and focus. It's NB time.

Which is to say this chapter! Yes indeed Fitz is divorced and Olivia is all a bundle of confusing emotions, as she has a frustrating but wonderful tendency to be. The question is – will a divorce just make everything worse? Will the OT3 of Liv/Fitz/Cyrus be able to take on the dark forces of Rowan and his evil minions? Only time will tell! And more chapters! Which means more of me writing! …damn! I really got the fuzzy end of that lollipop!

But, as always, you guys amaze me. I am so happy you have come back to this fic and I wish I could invent a 30 foot teddy bear with long gorilla arms so it could hug the lot of you because you are wonderful!

So if you like the chapter or hate it or want to see more of Fitz biting pens, please drop a Review and tell me what you think! Reviews feed me better than bananas. Reviews… and DANCING!