Do you guys have no faith in me!? Would I really break up our favorite couple? Even after all the back and forth and now finally, finally they're together! Well you guys will just have to trust me that I'll do right by the lot of you!
I don't normally respond to reviews here but, Aunt Dee94 I think you need to go back and check out chapters five and six, Jake is dead. So just to let everyone know there will be no crazy Jake spying or in love with Liv or the hole or any of that. I'm sorry to report that I like Rowan, purely for the reason that he's all kinds of crazy which allows me to do whatever I want with him – because almost nothing I could have him do would be out of character. He's a free pass to the crazy fair and like I said I will get you guys to like my Rowan!
Fourteen
"You, enjoying yourself back there?" She asked with a laugh.
"I love this, this is magic, and your hair is magic!" He replied with a giddy grin.
"Watch your fingers and my neck! That thing is ridiculously hot for a reason."
The two had just fallen out of a shower and as Fitz ran a towel down her body he caught sight of her blow dryer and straightening iron. That was how Olivia now found herself standing in front of her bathroom mirror bare breasted and with a very naked man standing behind her acting as if watching her hair go from its natural curls to straight strands was the eighth wonder of the world.
"I've always been fascinated with your hair, I love it. I have wanted to do this since the trail but… but there was never any time. Now we've got nothing but time," he said with a smile as his fingers carded through her hair.
The two shared a smile in the mirror just before Fitz set the iron down.
"So, how'd I do for my first time?"
Olivia leaned forward and began to fluff her hair as she turned her head to look at her hair from different angles in the mirror. As she arched her hips she felt a hardness begin to press up against her backside.
"Excited," She said with a coy look over her shoulder.
With a growl he stepped right up behind her and bent her body across the vanity, placing her hands up above the sink. He then skimmed his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, down her back and over her hips as he lifted one of her legs, he then let her knee rest against the vanity. A large hand then settled on her tummy while the other went to her hip and he was inside her once more.
Their eyes met in the mirror as he began to move, he then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her jaw. His hand then left her hip and moved to cover one of hers, their fingers now intertwined. His hand pressed against her tummy as he moved inside her, which held her flush against him. Their eyes locked in the mirror as Fitz continued to move, his eyes then rolled back before he pressed his face into her neck. With a growl he felt Olivia's body shudder beneath his and with another stroke he emptied himself inside of her.
"Shit," he breathed out against the side of her neck.
Olivia began to giggle in response; Fitz couldn't contain the grin that curled on his lips. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up into his arms as he made his way into the bedroom, ignoring her squeal of indignation. He then dropped her unceremoniously in the middle of the bed and crawled on top of her with a growl.
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Agent Tom Stanton was pretty sure he didn't get paid enough to deal with what was currently happening. He could handle helping the President meet with the love of his life discreetly. He could handle the late night conversations that he and the President would have as the man shared his frustrations about his love for a woman that wasn't his wife, a love for a country that he wasn't sure would support a divorced President.
Hell he could even handle another assassination attempt.
However at this very moment he was staring down into the mouth of a very angry dragon.
"… Jesus forgives! Jesus saves, I destroy and I will bring vengeance down upon you in a hail of fire and brimstone. You will open that door! Now!" Cyrus Beene growled.
Yeah there was no way in hell he was paid enough for this.
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"Get up!" Cyrus bellowed.
In shock and mortification Olivia burrowed her head into Fitz's chest. However Fitz was far from mortified, he was annoyed. He rolled onto his back and pushed himself up to lean against the headboard while Olivia continued to burrow into his side, in a very poor attempt to disappear.
"Cyrus, you're in Olivia's bedroom. Why are you in Olivia's bedroom?" Fitz asked lazily.
"Why am I… What – Fitzgerald!" Cyrus stuttered as he choked on his tongue.
"Cyrus we are naked. We are very naked. I don't think it's appropriate for you to be in here right now." Fitz said as a matter of fact, brow raised in askance.
Olivia's moan of horror was muffled by Cyrus's scream of frustration.
Fitz continued to look at his Chief of Staff with a small smirk curled on his lips. Nothing, absolutely nothing and no one was going to make him feel bad about the choice he had made the night before. He was finally living for himself and the rest of the world could go to hell for all he could care. So long as he had Olivia and his children.
Cyrus then took a cleansing breath and rolled his eyes heavenward.
"You two are my children and I love you, my very, very stupid children. You two are my children and I love you. You two are my children and I love you." Cyrus began to mutter softly.
"Cyrus,"
Another breath and Cyrus folded his hands in supplication.
"Sir, I am begging you to meet me half way here. I can already tell you two did not watch the Mellie interview but it's bad, it's very bad. We can recover from this, we can but I need you two with your heads in the game. Look I get it, you took the plunge and you somehow want this thing to work –"
"Cyrus,"
"No, sir let me finish. I get it, I do. I'm the one always talking about you not giving up your place in history. Maybe this is it but I need you two to be level headed about this. If you two want the endgame of getting Mellie out of the White House and getting married to Olivia while keeping your job – I need us to be a team. Please."
At this point Olivia had yet to speak but Cyrus could see her eyes peek out from under the bed clothes. Fitz then looked down at the woman curled into his side before his eyes slid back to Cyrus.
"Okay but I wasn't kidding Cyrus. We are all kinds of naked over here. You need to step out." Fitz teased.
"Right," with that Cyrus disappeared into the living room.
"Oh my god," Olivia whispered.
"It wasn't that bad," Fitz said with a laugh as he crawled out of the bed.
Olivia settled up against the headboard, as she dragged the sheet up to tuck around her breasts.
"Not that bad?" She asked wide eyed.
Fitz had wandered to the other side of the room and began to pull on his pants. He then turned back toward Olivia; his pants remained open and hung low on his hips.
"Fuck you are gorgeous like this, you have no idea how much I just want to hide here for the day." He said with a smile.
"Fitzgerald, you just promised Cyrus we'd get our heads in the game. I don't think hiding here all day is what he had in mind."
Fitz merely rolled his eyes and let out a little grumble in response.
Olivia then crawled from the bed herself, still wrapped in the sheet.
"No grumbling, we've got work to do." She said as she pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
Fitz licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched Olivia saunter off to the bathroom to begin getting ready. He had his woman, he had his children and now they were off to save his presidency. He had Olivia Pope on his side, in his heart and in his bed.
He wasn't worried, if he was honest with himself.
"Sir,"
"Cyrus do we have a preliminary game plan?"
"Not as of yet, I wanted to touch base with you and Olivia before we moved on anything."
"Liv is getting ready; we can get started as soon as she appears." Fitz said as he flopped down onto the sofa. He then flipped on the news in hopes of catching up on how the media portrayed his traitorous wife's bombshell.
Cyrus quietly excused himself when he felt his mobile begin to vibrate in his pocket.
"Cyrus Beene,"
"Ah Cyrus,"
"Rowan,"
"I imagine you're having a very busy morning."
"Sir,"
"Please tell me you've entered into some type of damage control mode."
"Yes, though it's still the early stages. I'm not entirely sure how the president wants to proceed."
"Mmmm make your plans Cyrus but keep them tentative. We need to meet. Today. I will be very useful to you today."
"When… Where,"
"I'll call you,"
Cyrus then heard the telltale click telling him the phone call had ended. He let loose a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Rowan was all about the Republic – he could only hope that at the end of this he didn't have a dead president.
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Cyrus was sure he had entered an alternate reality.
His morning was spent at Olivia's apartment hammering out a tentative plan of attack. The little that was agreed on was that, Olivia would be brought in officially as the crisis manager. It was risky since Mellie could possibly name Olivia as the mistress between now and then but ultimately Olivia was the best and with their history it would look odd to the media for Olivia to not be brought in. Fitz would do a full press conference that evening, what couldn't be agreed on was what he was going to say.
That was where negotiations broke down between the three. Cyrus decided to play the waiting game since he had yet to meet with Rowan at that point.
"Cyrus! How are you?" Rowan asked with a bright smile.
"Sir,"
"Buck up Cyrus, things aren't nearly as bad as they seem."
"Sir, forgive me, but things are looking very bad."
"Yes, yes the First Lady has come out saying her husband is a philandering cad. However right now it's anyone's game. It's a he said/she said situation at the minute and that's the way we're going to keep it for now."
"Sir,"
"Let's not be naïve about this. Those two have been married for approximately twenty years yet she cheated about two years in. Mellie Vaunt hasn't been faithful to her marriage in about eighteen years. In that time she has not forged a single meaningful relationship with any of her dalliances. What she has done is used, abused, belittled and emasculated her husband of twenty years. A husband that up until very recently had stayed true to his marriage vows, bed and family."
"Sir, I know this, you know this but the American public –" Cyrus tried to interject.
"The first and only time Fitzgerald Thomas Grant stepped out on his marriage was for love. That is admirable although the American public won't swallow that – well most won't. The American public does not like cheaters, which is why we will let them do most of our dirty work for us. Mellie is the wicked witch in this particular tale, its time the public knew it."
"Mellie is fully aware of… of who the president's –"
"Mistress is? Yes I know, Olivia Pope."
At that Cyrus's eyes widened and his head whipped around to face Rowan.
"Please Cyrus; try not to act so surprised. I wouldn't be so willing to save this man's presidency if I wasn't aware of all aspects and goings on. Please trust me by this time tomorrow Mellie Vaunt will not be a problem. The only character assassination that will be occurring is that of Mellie Vaunt. This I promise you."
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Cyrus hustled himself quickly to the Oval where both Fitz and Olivia were waiting. When he walked into the room he found Fitz seated behind the Resolute Desk, his feet propped up with Olivia perched on the edge of the desk next to his feet. The two were speaking in hushed tones, soft smiles on their lips.
"Okay kids its almost game time!" He said as he clapped his hands together in anticipation.
"So what's the deal Cyrus? We sort of have a plan but when we left it this morning you said you were off to get more information." Fitz said.
"Sir, do you want to remain president and run for a second term?" Cyrus asked seriously.
Fitz shot Olivia a look.
"What do you think?"
"Run… run and win," she said softly.
"Thank god, okay right now everyone is just curious, is Mellie telling the truth? Is she lying? Is it poor President Grant with the cold frigid wife or poor Missus Grant with the mean slutty husband? They are waiting to see which way the wind blows. At this point I can pretty much guarantee the winds will be blowing in our favor but we still need to tread carefully."
"Guarantee, Cyrus?" Fitz asked.
"Details later, now you have a press conference,"
Fitz and Olivia shared another look before the two moved to follow Cyrus out of the Oval.
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"It's a game changer, I'm pretty sure the poor bastard is going down. He's out of options." The shadow whispered softly to his companion.
"No, we need more. That man is never out of options – not as long as she is in his possession." The second shadow bit out viciously.
"So let's take his options away,"
A huff of contemplative agreement was the reply as the two melted away into the night.
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Cyrus and Olivia hovered at the back of the press room like two nervous parents. Although Fitz had agreed on their prepared statement he had been something of a loose cannon lately. There was no telling what the man would do next.
"Good evening, I'll make this concise and to the point. My marriage is none of your business. And because the question has been asked repeatedly today, I'd like to take this opportunity to announce to the American People, that I will seek a second term as your president."
Cyrus and Olivia wilted in relief and shared a look of conspiratorial victory. This was just the first hurdle; soon the real work would begin.
"… and as I lay the foundation for my campaign I will remain focused on the job the American people elected me to do."
Olivia locked eyes with Fitz as he continued to make promises to the American public, promises she had every intention of helping him keep. She then turned to Cyrus and the two began to discuss what their next step was. They knew being in the press room they couldn't be too specific but they had to be prepared. Mellie was still an unknown – a dangerous one.
When she looked again, she saw a mischievous smirk curl on his lips.
"Now, any questions?"
The press went wild.
End Fourteen
A little short, I know but we're getting there. I'm dying for you guys to see this major confrontation I have written. It's been written and waiting in the wings since chapter three lol.
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Check Papa Pope out, helping Cyrus clean up Mellie's mess. Tell me you're not starting to feel a little love for our own personal brand of crazy. If you still have reservations I can say without a doubt you will be fully head over heels in love with my Rowan by the next chapter – and if not then you have hearts of stone!