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Chapter Thirteen: Touch
A little longer, baby stay with me a little longer
I just want your touch again, to feel your body giving in
It's pulling at me, my desire to make you ahppy
I want to feel your touch again
Let's just lie here together chasing forever
I can't get enough of your love
Brave and relentless, sweet and defenseless
I can never get enough, every time we touch
- "Touch" Josh Abbott Band
Olivia set her phone down, "That was Billy Chambers, Sally Langston's chief of staff." She looked at Cyrus, Mark, Scott, Karen, Julie and Governor Grant.
"What'd he want?" Cyrus asked.
"Primaries end Thursday, tomorrow. So Friday morning we are going on live TV to announce the Republican ticket." Olivia crossed her arms. "What do we think?"
Fitz ran his hand through his hair, "I still don't know about having Langston as the VP."
"Well it's a done deal. If we back out of this God only knows what she'll throw at us during the election." Cyrus stated flatly.
"I know we're in this. Let's just hope she doesn't cut our knees out from under us." Fitz sighed.
"She won't. She wants to run for president in eight years." Olivia waved him off, "We do this, Friday morning. We do it in DC, we just need to nail down a location." She turned and walked away.
"Cyrus, you guys take the point on this." He pointed to the group and walked off to find Olivia.
He found her, staring out the window breathing deeply, "Liv, can we talk?"
Olivia nodded and turned around, "Yes Governor?"
"Olivia, please stop with this Governor crap. We are so far past that." He leaned against the wall.
"Where is Mellie?" Olivia asked.
"She made twelve stops in two days in the midwest, tying up the primaries for us. Nothing stops that woman. Ever since her," he paused, "miscarriage."
Olivia leaned against the wall next to him, "She did you a favor Governor."
He rolled his eyes and sighed, "I shouldn't be talking to you about my wife. It's sleazy and the oldest trick in the book."
Olivia gave him a smile, "I figured it would be 'what's that on your shirt'." To her amusement, Fitz looked down and she had the opportunity to flick his nose. She giggled, "You did that on purpose."
"I did that to hear that laugh." He glanced around, "One minute?"
She sighed, "One minute." He took a step closer to her and she got to inhale the masculine scent that made him unique. That made him her Fitzgerald Grant. She closed her eyes for a moment. He should be hers. A minute later he stepped back, and she found herself saying the words she promised herself she wouldn't say. "My room. Tonight." She took the sleeve with the two room keys out of her pocket and slipped one in his. "Room 908."
He stepped back, "We'll get more than a minute then?"
"More than a minute." She agreed.
"Governor Grant, Olivia, we have a location set." Julie ran over to them.
Olivia nodded, "Wonderful Julie."
"Cyrus says we need to leave tonight though. Scott is booking the tickets now. We're heading back to the airport to pack." She gave them an odd look, "Are you two okay?" She asked.
Cyrus walked up before either of them could respond, "I need to talk to you two. Alone." He looked at Julie, "Scatter."
Julie rolled her eyes and walked away, "You could be a little bit nice to her Cyrus," Olivia lectured, "she's brilliant."
Cyrus waved her away, "Sally Langston just called me. She wants a deal."
"What deal?" Fitz asked, "She already agreed to be vice president."
"She wants something. She's taking a hit. She wants something from you." Olivia crossed her arms, "What does she want Cyrus?"
"She wants to nominate the first Supreme Court Justice." Cyrus stated flatly.
Olivia chuckled, "That's her big power play? That's the worst she could come up with? Just let her have it Cy. It won't touch anything we do."
Fitz chuckled, "Do as the woman says. Let's go pack then." He gave Olivia one last look before turning towards the front door of the local office they were in. He paused to wave to the people on his way out.
Olivia sighed, "You heard the Governor, let's go pack then." She picked up her purse and followed Fitz towards the exit.
SCANDAL
When they landed in DC, it was 1:30 in the morning. The group trudged up to their hotel rooms. Olivia stopped in the lobby, "I'm going home."
"What?" Fitz stopped in his tracks.
"Tell Mellie hello for me. And I will see you all at the town hall in a few hours." She rolled her suitcase to the front desk. "I need a cab." She whispered to the woman.
"Of course." The woman picked up the phone to call the valet.
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Olivia yawned and took a long sip of her coffee. She'd thought, she'd hoped really, that being away from Fitz would help her get a good night's sleep. She was wrong. Entirely wrong. If anything she'd slept worst being in her own bed. Alone.
"There you are Liv. Fitz wants to talk to you." Cyrus came up behind her.
Olivia looked over her shoulder, "Where is he?"
"Backstage. He's having second thoughts about Langston. Again." Cyrus sighed, "Do you think we pushed him into this?"
Olivia rubbed her temples, "I'm not sure what choice we had. She was our best bet to beat Reston."
"You know that and I know that, but he doesn't know that." Cyrus groaned, "Just please go talk to him. He listens to you." Cyrus walked off leaving Olivia alone again.
Clutching her coffee to her chest, she moved back to where the Grant campaign was setting up camp, opposite the Langston campaign. Pushing open the door to the private dressing room she interrupted a fight between Mellie and Fitz.
"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this." Mellie had her hands on her hips and her voice was steadily rising.
"You can't just keep perpetuating this, this lie! I am not running for president to lie to the people." Fitz got in her face and Mellie instinctively turned away, "You did not have a miscarriage. And we are not happy."
Mellie spun to face, "So I'm the iron woman. This marriage is all my fault. You know you never had to propose. Just because our fathers thought this would be a good idea didn't mean you had to follow through with it. You could've waited for the next ambitious tramp to come along."
"You are not a tramp Mellie, ambitious bitch, yes, but a tramp no. We don't love each other." Fitz sighed.
"I'm sorry to interrupt this fight," Olivia shut the door with a bang, "but if you two are going to fight you need to know where to do it. And this is not the place. You can't accuse each other of lying or arranged marriages or any other bullshit. What if someone from Sally's campaign heard? What if someone from Reston's is here? What if a reporter heard? You could lose the nomination if they found out you lied about a miscarriage." She pointed at Mellie.
Mellie went slightly pale, "You heard that?"
Olivia nodded, "Yes I did. And there's no telling who else did. So no more fighting. Let's hope this didn't get anywhere." She sighed, "You two do not need to make this so damn difficult. If you don't want to be president and first lady tell me now so I can pull the plug on this. Tell me so I can walk across the hall and congratulate Sally Langston on her nomination. Do not sit here and waste my time, your time, your kids time, Cyrus's time. Am I understood?"
Mellie smoothed out her hair, "Of course we want it Olivia. Thank you." She looked up at her husband, "Maybe you can fix his attitude."
When the door slammed shut, Fitz turned away from her, "Don't Liv. You have no idea what that was really about."
Olivia set her coffee down on a side table, "Then tell me Fitz. Tell me what that was about." Instead of telling her, Fitz crossed the room and pushed her up against the door, slamming his lips up against hers. Olivia stood stock still for thirty seconds before her hands took on a life of their own, traveling up his chest, down his arms and finally to his hair. Her right leg hooked around his legs and one of her arms ran down to the doorknob, flicking the lock into place.
Fitz's hands slid under her ass, lifting her off the ground as he turned and moved towards the dresser, knocking over a vase of flowers in the process. His lips moved down her cheek to her neck. She moaned quietly in his ear, "Fitz," she started, "we can't here. You have to speak in a few minutes." He pulled back and looked down at her.
"I want to."
At the look in his eyes Olivia very nearly gave in on the spot, "I know, me too, but we can't now. Not when you need to focus on announcing your candidacy with Langston." She straightened out his collar and sighed, "Later, we'll figure out where, but later."
He tilted her chin up, "Do you promise me that?"
She held eye contact with him, "Yes I promise you later." Olivia crossed the room, picked up her coffee cup and opened the door, "Now get ready to do what you do best."
SCANDAL
Olivia stood next to Cyrus and Mellie and watched with wide smiles as Fitz took Sally's hand, "And together we are going to bring about a better America!" Their hands raised.
The town hall erupted in a round of applause. Mellie leaned over to Olivia, "Do you think we can do this?" She asked
Olivia looked at her, "Of course we can. He will make an incredible president. And you will be a real first lady. One like Jackie Kennedy." Mellie gave her a questioning look and Olivia continued, "We're bringing Camelot back. I promise."
Mellie pulled her into a hug, "Just don't let him change his mind." She whispered.
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Olivia knocked on the hotel room door. Room 1710. When it opened, it revealed a shirtless Fitz. She stepped into the room, "So Mellie left for California today. She's starting up a new campaign. Now she's not only working on literacy, but also the arts."
"She's an ambitious woman." Olivia leaned against the dresser, "She's going to do a lot of good as First Lady." She looked at her feet, "Almost as much good as you will do as President." She whispered.
Fitz rested his hands on her arms, "As long as you will stand by my side."
"In the shadows."
Fitz sighed, "I hate that part." His hand stroked down her cheek, "I want you by me. Always."
Her head instinctively leaned into his palm and she placed a kiss on it, "Let's worry about that now. Let's just," she ran her hand down his bare chest, "enjoy each other while we can."
He grinned at her and ripped her shirt over her head, pulling her up against him. Her lips roamed over his face and down his chest, her tongue lightly flicking over his nipples. He groaned and wrapped her hair around his fist as her mouth continued to travel further south until she was unbuckling his pants and sliding them down to pool around his ankles.
At the last moment he jerked her up, tossing her older his shoulder. She let out a small shriek as he stepped out of his pants and ran to the bed. Throwing her down he unzipped her skirt, grabbed the hem of it and pulled it down. "You first." He murmured into her stomach as he placed kisses down her abdomen, slipping his fingers under her panties and pulling them down. She let out a small gasp when his mouth found her.
SCANDAL
Sally Langston looked down at the thumb drive Billy placed in front of her, "I told you Billy, I don't want to know. I just want us to win this election."
"But what if you could be president?" He asked her.
"I will be. In eight years I will be the first female president of these great United States. And you, if you'll stick with me through this journey, will be the chief of staff." She pushed the drive back towards him, "Whatever is on this, won't help us. If anything it could give Reston a leg up. And whatever Grant is,"
"A philandering faux conservative." Billy interrupted her.
"He is better than a Democrat. He is better than Reston is." Sally told him. "So we do this right. And if we do this right we will be in that Oval Office one day." She stepped away from him, "Trust me Billy, this is the right way."
SCANDAL
XOXO
MAS