Chapter 21 To Kill A President

Olivia had been back at her apartment long enough to take a shower. She sat now on the chaise in her bedroom still disassembled because of what had happened to the President. The strawberry-banana smoothie was tasteless in her mouth. She had been surviving on some type of juice or something since the assassination attempt. She was either at the hospital or her office. She had her team on the shooting almost 24/7. She needed to know who had tried to kill him. She wanted them punished, no she wanted them to suffer and then die. She had told Huck he was not to kill people anymore, but this was to be an exception. When they found the culprit or culprits, she would have no quarter. She wanted Huck to peel the skin from their body and torture them. Olivia was in a dangerous mood. Someone had tried to kill her lover and someone was going to pay!

She heard the key rattle in the door and the click of the lock. Damn, she had been avoiding Edison since the shooting. She didn't have time for the questions he was going ask nor the demands he would make. She didn't have time for him. She had used the man and quite frankly she had used him up. She had used him to get into the Presidential Gala and it didn't happen. The President had been shot. She was embroiled in that now. Plus they were done. Of course he didn't know that yet but she was done. If Fitz lived through this ordeal she wouldn't leave his side again. She took a deep breath. Edison deserved better than this she needed to ease into it. But what did you say to a man that thought you wanted to marry him?

She had lain down with him and allowed him into her body to get to see a man who now lay in a hospital bed with portions of his body mangled by bullets. She had used Edison badly but she just couldn't rev up any sympathy for him. She was not a good person. She had put her white hat away when she started sleeping with the President. Olivia Pope was no angel; she was just a woman in love with a man.

"Olivia are you still up?" He had walked up to her bedroom door and knocked. She had given him a key when he had asked for one. She had started sleeping with him again months ago. It was just the bare minimum. He approached her every night she allowed him to stay over. But between her periods and pleading headaches, and anything else she could come up with; she had held the experience to once a week. It was less if she could swing it. Fitz had spoiled her for any other man, nothing could compare with what happened between them sexually. Sometimes she just closed her eyes and pretended. At least then sometimes she would have an orgasm. It was just that though, an orgasm. It wasn't powerful, it wasn't bliss, and it wasn't all she had ever dreamed! "Olivia," he called her name again.

"Yes Edison come in."

"Are you okay? I needed to hear more from you than one phone call and three or four texts Olivia. What in the hell is going on? I know you are back at the White House but they can't expect to you to be there night and day during this crisis. Cyrus Beene is insane to ask it of you. I've gotten the reports on the President and I know he hasn't shown much improvement but you are going beyond the call of duty Liv. You have a life. We have a life. We are going to marry, when you say yes. Look at you. You are worn down. You have lost weight. This has to stop."

"Edison I am fine. I had to go back in. The White House was in turmoil. With the new Communications Director being killed I had no choice. The President had been shot. They needed me. Things will calm down in a week or two and I may be able to turn things over to someone else."

"But you are working at OPA also. You are doing too much Olivia. I won't have it…

She cut him off then. "Edison, I am a grown woman and I make my own decisions. Even if we were to marry you wouldn't make my decisions for me. I WON'T HAVE IT! We are friends that have become lovers again. I do love and admire you, but I haven't said yes. I said I would think about it and I have been. I am not sure I can be what you want me to be. I am a free spirit Edison; I can't fit into a mold."

He bent down and sat on the floor beside her. He took her hand in his. "I love you Olivia. I wouldn't expect you to fit into a mold. I want you to be you. This last week and a half has been hell without you Liv. I was frantic to hear from you. I know you said you were fine, but I was afraid for you. We don't know who did this Liv. We don't know if they will try to strike at the President again. You shouldn't be around him! I don't want you around him, it is dangerous."

She had tolerated him up until now but he thought to separate her from Fitz? He was out of his damn mind. Why had she let this shit come to this? She knew she was never going to put his grandmother's ring on her finger. She already had a ring from Fitz. She had ended it between them but he had come to her and asked her to wear his grandmother's ring because he loved her and wanted to know she was there. She assumed he meant for her to wear it to let him know she was out there loving him back. And she did. What Edison was proposing was nonsense. "Edison surely you take your work seriously? Well so do I. In times of trouble and turmoil I don't abandon my task. Please don't ever ask me to. Because I won't. Maybe we should step back. We may not be ready for the step you seek"

He jumped back in because he saw where she was going. He had been playing his cards right he thought. He didn't push. He let her lead. He wanted her and he wanted her badly. Not just because he loved her but she was what he needed for his career. He planned to be President one day and then she could fawn over the President all she wanted. He loved her hot little body too and wanted to be able to play with it whenever he wanted to. Marriage would get him that. "Liv let's not get off track. I would never ask you to give up your work. I know how hard you worked to get to the top of your game. A man is supposed to protect his woman that is all I was saying. I love you babe. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Say yes, Olivia. Say yes and put me out of my misery. Let me stay with you tonight Liv. Let me relieve all that stress you have built up over this ordeal."

He placed his hand on her robe, opened it and placed his hand on her thigh. He started to rub her leg up and down toward her center. He placed his hand on her mound and rubbed across her silk pajama bottoms. He delved his finger between her legs and continued to rub her through the thin cloth. She didn't feel shit. Nothing. Not a spark of interest. "Edison, not tonight. I am not in the mood. I don't want to."

His other hand had moved to her breast and he was still rubbing her through her clothing down below. She looked at him then. His eyes were intent he wanted to fuck her. She couldn't do it. She wasn't IN love with him and she didn't want to have sex with him. "No Edison, I can't."

"Okay Olivia. Let me spend the night and just hold you. Please? We don't have to do anything. I have missed you so much. He kissed her cheek and tried to turn her head into his kiss. She didn't capitulate. "Okay Olivia, but can I spend the night or not?"

"Okay Edison. But I have to leave out early tomorrow around six."

"Six o'clock? What are you doing at that time of the morning? You shouldn't be out in DC at that time of the morning alone. Do you need me to take you somewhere Olivia? My schedule doesn't start until nine tomorrow."

"No Edison. I don't. I am going to bed. Good night." She pulled off her robe and got into the bed. Why had she worn this skimpy little set, it was sexy. She pulled the covers over her and turned over onto her side. She was dreading his touch. He heard him undress down to his boxers. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He lay down behind her and pulled her close. She could feel his erection at her back, it was rampant.

"I love you Olivia. You are everything to me. You know that don't you?" Olivia had answered yes. "I know you said no and I respect that. But I need you so much. It has been three weeks babe. I am ready to explode. Let me in Liv. Let me love you. I will make it good, I promise please?" This Ojay begging shit could go on all night.

She hit the switch for the night light and turned around in the bed and faced him. "Olivia Please, he begged." She reached out and touched him through his boxers. He moaned and pushed into her hands. She reached in and pulled him out and started the Olivia Pope hand job. She often employed it with Edison to rile him up so when he entered her there was little time left before he popped. One hand was on the dick, the other massaging his balls and that tender spot between the scrotum and the anus. It was a "coming" combination for Edison.

"Edison get your condom." He had to believe she was really going to let him fuck her. She owed him this final jackoff because she would never ever do it again. He scooted out of his boxers and reached into the drawer and got the condom. She took it from him and tore it open with her teeth. He could barely keep still as he watched her. She placed the condom herself and continued with her manipulations. "You are so big Edison. I want it so much. I want you inside me so much." She was pumping him with one hand as she sucked on her middle finger for imagery. He had to believe he was being fucked. She kissed him briefly. Then she started rimming and laving his ear with her wet tongue as she whispered pornographic images in it. She felt his balls tighten, he was ready to pop! "Olivia lay down right now so I can fuck you babe! You are going to make me come! Olivia don't do that, he cried!" She fingered that soft spot and continued to pump. He blew right inside the condom as she knew he would. She lay down relieved. It was over. That was his farewell fuck of sorts. She owed him that one.

He could hardly get his breath. Shit! Liv was sorceress with her hand, but he had wanted to fuck her tonight and he wanted her to have pleasure too. "Olivia I am sorry. Let me make it up to you. You are so sexy and hot I know I can go again shortly. Let me get you in the mood." He put his hands on her pajamas to pull them down.

"I'm good." Edison and the missionary position were done. "Let's clean up and let's get a good night's sleep okay, she lamented?"

"Thanks babe, you are the best, he said." She smiled at that one. She washed her hands laid back down on her side of the bed and promptly went to sleep.