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And life makes love look hard
2003 – 4 Years Later
Olivia sat in the back of the courtroom watching her husband of nearly four years work. Watching him in action never failed to get her blood pumping. He was just so passionate. So empowering. So brilliant. And all he wanted was to help people, to defend people, to protect people. His father was wrong about a lot, but he was right about one thing. . . Fitz would make one hell of a president.
She grinned as he tripped up the Defense's witness and shook her head, he was something else indeed. Instead she glanced down at the trust in her hand, making corrections to her paralegal's work without a second thought. She'd fallen into tax law somehow and she was good at it, and it was fine, but it wasn't exactly what she wanted to be doing. She wasn't quite sure what it was she wanted to do, so as she figured it out she just continued to do what she did best: her job.
When the gavel was brought down and the judge's voice bounced off the courtroom walls calling for a break, Olivia jumped. Carefully, she tucked away her papers, reorganizing them and slipping them into her brief case before she stood and moved into the lobby. She waited for about ten minutes before Fitz appeared, "You were wonderful, baby." She murmured. "The Defense won't be able to come back from that."
He chuckled, drawing her in for a long, slow kiss, "That was my plan."
"Well, as much fun as this lunch break was," Olivia teased, poking him in the stomach, "I have to get back to work. I'll see you tonight, baby."
"Love you." Fitz pressed one last kiss to her lips before letting her go. He sighed and ran through his hair, meandering down to another court room on the floor to see if David's case had recessed for lunch. He was craving a burger.
SCANDAL
Olivia hummed as she cooked. Fitz was working later than usual, an upset by the Defense after lunch throwing the DA's office into a tailspin. When she'd called to check in earlier, he'd sounded harassed, exhausted and completely put out, a far cry from his demeanor at lunch. With that in mind, Olivia jetted out of work as quickly as she could to run to the store and pick up all the fixings for his favorite meal.
The door opened just as she was pulling the fajitas out of the oven. "Fitz?" She called out. She heard his frustrated grunt and chuckled.
When he finally appeared in the kitchen, just as she was wiping down the countertops, he sighed, "Hey, Liv."
She looked over her shoulder and shook her head, "Was court that bad this afternoon?" She asked softly.
He shook his head, "It's not court."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a soft kiss, hoping to ease some of the worries clearly bothering him, "Okay, what happened?" She asked, "Whatever it is, we'll work it out." She promised. He grunted again, tightening his grasp on her hips, "Fitzgerald," Olivia asked warily, "why are you gripping my hip like you want to brand me as yours?"
"Because you are mine." He stated possessively.
She chuckled, her fingers gently stroking his jaw, "Very much so, now what's brought this on? What happened?" She asked again. She felt a fresh wave of worry wash through her. Things had been too quiet lately. They'd had four years of complete bliss. Ever since Fitz told his father off, things had been easy. Mellie had left Boston, she had gotten married to Leo. They had their friends and her family. It was time for something to blow up in their faces. She was just worried about what it was. Or more to the point, about who it was.
"We're hiring a new DA." He grumbled.
Olivia nodded, "Yes, and?" She prodded. That wasn't anything new. He'd been talking about needing a new hire for nearly a year. The position had officially been posted the previous month, they just hadn't found anyone they liked.
"They found a candidate they liked today. I plan on disagreeing the moment I can." He muttered under his breath, "Stupid fucking bastard."
Olivia's eyebrows shot up at his tone. "Don't tell me they're hiring your father." She teased uneasily.
"Worse." Fitz spat out, "Edison Davis."
First, Olivia blinked up at him blankly as he his words washed over her. Once she'd processed them fully, Olivia let out a bark of laughter, clamping her hand over her mouth to stifle it. "Oh, come on, Fitz," she shook her head as she tried to get her breathing under control. "Don't tell me you're jealous of Edison. I haven't even heard his name in years. What is there to be jealous of?" She asked, nudging his shoulder lightly in response to what appeared to be irrational behavior on his part.
"Yeah, but he remembers you." Fitz grumbled, "All he talked about was knowing you and wanting to catch up with you and I had to hear about it in the break room after court and"
Yanking on his tie, Olivia brought Fitz's mouth down to hers. She nipped at his lips, shoving him back against the counter. "You don't have to worry about Edison." She tugged at his bottom lip, "You should know that by now."
She let out a small yelp when he turned them, his hands slipping under her thighs to set her on the counter, "Doesn't mean I want him fantasizing about you." His lips skimmed down her neck, teeth scraping over her collar bones. "You're my wife."
Olivia let out a groan, locking her ankles behind his back and dragging their hips together, "And you're my husband." She murmured, "Doesn't mean women don't fantasize about you."
His hands slid up her sides, "I just don't trust him and, fuck, Liv," He groaned, pressing his face into her neck, "I reacted poorly." He surmised.
Olivia chuckled lightly, "Perhaps, but we wound up in one of my favorite positions because of it." She rocked forward slightly on the counter, her grin widening when she felt his erection pressing into her thigh.
Lifting his head, Fitz sent her a positively feral grin, "So we did." His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her pencil skirt up to bunch around her waist. Olivia caught on quickly, her hands tugging at his tie to yank over his head as her fingers quickly moved down the buttons of his shirt. They managed to get their shirts off before he shoved her panties aside and she got his slacks down just enough so she could wrap her legs around his hips and he could slip inside her.
They both groaned at the sensation of his stretching her, the thick drag of him along her walls so good. "God, Fitz," Olivia moaned, "right there." She moaned her approval when he hit that spot within her that had her shuddering in his hold. It was so good. It was always so good.
When they were both panting, trying to calm their racing hearts, Olivia murmured, "I made fajitas. They're probably cold now."
Fitz chuckled, "They smell delicious." He pressed a kiss to her neck, "Go shower. I'll heat dinner back up." He offered softly.
She hummed, "Love you."
"Love you, too."
SCANDAL
The next morning, Olivia was flipping through notes from a meeting with a client as she reviewed their existing estate planning when a knock on her office door sounded, "Come in." She called out.
"Olivia?" She looked up at the sound of her paralegal's voice. "You have a visitor."
"If it's Fitz you can always let him in if I'm not with a client." Olivia reminded the girl.
"It's not Fitz." She stepped back just as Edison stepped in the doorway.
"Edison." Olivia deadpanned, setting her pen down.
"Hello, Olivia." He nodded sharply at her. They both waited until the paralegal left to speak, "It's good to see you, Olivia."
Leaning back in her chair, Olivia crossed her arms, "What are you doing here, Edison?" She asked.
He shrugged and came fully into the office, shutting the door behind him, "I thought maybe you had a few minutes to talk."
"Depends. My rate is $475 an hour."
He chuckled, his eyes shining over at her, "I'm sure I could afford you if I needed you, but really, I was hoping we could talk off the books." He sat down in the chair across from her desk and she sighed.
"Again, it depends. I'm at work, Edison. This isn't social hour. What do you want?" She asked impatiently, her eyes falling to the small clock on her desk. Huck would be by at any moment for lunch. That would be an easy enough way to kick Edison out of her office.
"I applied at the DA's office." He offered up.
She nodded, "Fitz told me. He works there."
"I saw him." Edison looked uncomfortable at the mention of her husband, so Olivia took the moment to raise her left hand, absently spinning her wedding bands around and around in plain sight. She almost felt bad for making him squirm, but then she remembered his plotting with Liz North when they were in college and instantly pushed back the guilt.
"I didn't think public office was for you." She commented absently. "There's no money in the DA's office. I figured you'd be in private practice. Or working your way to be GC for some major corporation." She admitted. He nodded at her words, "Unless you think you've got it in you to be President. Then perhaps a healthy career in the public eye wouldn't hurt. Or maybe Attorney General the next time there's a Democrat in office. Is that what you're gunning for?"
He cringed a bit, "I just wanted a change."
"Look, Edison, I want to be clear about something, I don't care what your career goals are. I'm not your wife or your girlfriend or even you friend. All I know is, the last time I saw you, you took potshots at my relationship. Big ones. And I think that right now what we need is more space. So, if you want to work at the DA's office, that's fine. That's your business. Do your job and do it well. Get criminals off the street and behind bars. That's great, but don't show up at my office like we're friends or like we have some unfinished business to attend to, because we most certainly don't."
"Hey, Liv" The door to her office pushed open, revealing Huck. "Oh, you have a client?" He asked.
"No, this is Edison. He's not a client and he's leaving now." Olivia responded coolly.
"Actually, I"
"Have to leave, yes, we know. Goodbye Edison." She interrupted his attempt to stay.
"But" Edison protested.
"I think the lady told you to leave." Huck fully entered the room, setting his lunch on Olivia's desk and moving to stand in front of Edison. He may be shorter than Davis, but there was something positively terrifying about Huck. Over the past four years, Olivia had discovered he'd done some work for the government. She didn't know what and he told her it was safer that way. So, instead, she accepted it and let it drop. She was just glad to have him as a friend. She was particularly glad as she watched Edison wilt in front of him and then scurry out of her office, the door swinging shut with a bang behind him.
"Thank you, Huck." She murmured.
"He didn't try"
"He wouldn't lay a hand on me. He's just a jerk." Sighing, Olivia pulled her sandwich out of her desk, "So, tell me about this new billing program they're going to force me to learn." She sighed desolately, her hatred of computers still fully intact.
SCANDAL
XOXO
MAS