Hello Gladiators. YES you are seeing your eyes right, this fic is getting a new chapter. The last time it was updated was March when I was in LA for Paleyfest.
This chapter ended up being longer than intended but I don't think that is a problem. Enjoy, and have a great week.
Happy reading…Me's
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Chapter 25: (Now) Show Them Who You Are…
"Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice, every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man both the best he will ever be, and the weakest. Sometimes all in the same moment. " – Laurell K. Hamilton
The Next Morning…
When Olivia opened her eyes the next morning, she found Fitz snug around her tiny frame like a python. He literally coiled himself entirely around her in the middle of the night. She had fallen asleep with her head on his chest, over his heart. But that is definitely not where she is now.
Her eyes glance up to the ceiling because she is on her back. Fitz has one arm under her neck and pillow bent at his elbow. His long fingers touch the tips of her outer hip bone. He's also on his side with his opposite arm sprawled across her chest. He's completely asleep. Her injured ribs do not hurt.
She gazes into his sleeping face. His unruly curls cover pillow. Olivia cannot help herself but run her fingers through his hair. He has not used any hair products due to them staying at the Ranch. It's softer than a baby's bottom. She widens her fingers as she combs through his hair.
Fitz sighs nuzzling his face into her neck. Even in his sleepy state, this sooths him. Since becoming a couple, he seems to have taken quite the liking of his head in Olivia's lap, with her hands in his curls. She of course loves it when he plays with her hair. Lately though Fitz is the one on the receiving end, especially with him leaving.
Since her accident, there had been nights, without his recollection, of him whimpering then calling out because he feared for her safety. It is not just her that would have the nightmares of the accident. He would not wake up fully. However it was enough to stir her out of slumber. Olivia had never been a heavy sleeper like Fitz.
However with everything that has happened, Fitz stirs in the night. He always worried about her in the past, but after their long talk the night before she FINALLY understands. Their relationship became public, to her singing then the Watcher, and of course the accident, she "assumed" he was coping.
Fitz IS the strongest man she has ever met, UNLESS it came to her. He was her rock at her parents when she finally broke down about Richard cheating on her. Olivia did not catch him until it was too late. Then she blamed herself for her ex's indiscretions. That night she broke down crying in Fitz's arms for the very first time.
He held her close as she sobbed not only consoling her but making her feel as if she was worth it. Their relationship changed because of that snow storm. At the time she didn't see the snow as a blessing, but now it perhaps was one of the best things to occur to them. Her parents and two brothers got to know the man behind the politician she hoped would win the Presidency.
He had been her support system from that moment on. Fitz's strength never faltered in her presence. She heard from others he broke down alone, or when believed he had lost her because of the accident. They had gone through so much together. It was only a matter of time before he lost it.
As her eyes focus on his face, Fitz is completely at peace. You would never know by his serene appearance, that he will be leaving for the campaign trail in the later morning. Last night was probably the first truly good night's sleep they have both had in some time.
She lays her head across from his. Her eyes close nestling her nose into his hair. To herself she utters, "I'll be fine Fitz. Please don't worry."
Her lips kiss him gently before shifting her bottom half. It is then she notices his leg thrown over hers. She raises the covers sneaking a peak at his leg. As she moves the blankets, his muscles tighten drawing her closer.
"Don't even think about it Miss Pope," Fitz growls opening his eyes. He lifts his head to gaze into her soft brown eyes.
"You're supposed to be sleeping Fitz. You have a long day ahead of you," she hazily explains cupping his face.
He removes his leg from her lower half then hovers over her upper body. "I WAS sleeping," he stresses leaning dangerously close to her face. "That was until my smoking hot girlfriend attempted to leave me in this bed ALL by my lonesome." His lower lips protrudes making her giggle.
"Fitz I kind of have to get up," she bites her lip. "Your muscular leg was on my bladder."
"Oh," he kisses her quickly. He helps to the bathroom. Once she emerges from the door, he escorts them both back to the bed. Her ribs are still wrapped in their protective bandages. Her face grimaces as she settles on the sheets. Her ribs are tender but not in a great amount of pain –yet.
She sits there as he kneels in front of her with concern. "What," she murmurs holding his face in her hands. "I'm fine Fitz." Without a word exchanged between them, he locates her medication, hands it to her with a glass of water. "I don't need this yet."
"Olivia take your medication," he pleads.
"I told you I am fine. I really don't hurt that much…," she begins to explain before shifting herself on the bed. She audibly groans. He covers her hand with his waiting for her to be a "good girl" and do it. A smirk grows watching her. "Oh fine," she huffs giving into him.
"Good girl," Fitz teases laying his arms across her lap, then resting his head on legs to meet her eyes. Her hands coil into his hair. He sighs loudly as she plays with his unruly curls. "God I'm going to miss you," he pushes his scalp into her hands.
"Me or my head massages you seem to be get a lot of lately," she chastises.
"Both." He sits up. "But when I return my lower head will need to be touched by you and be IN you."
"Fitz," she admonishes.
"I have needs Olivia. And by the time I come home, I am hoping you'll be cleared by the doctor so I can have you ANY WAY I want," he groans. She bites her lip.
"I can service you in other ways Fitz," she wiggles her eyes.
"True but I'll be worse later so I'll pass," he sighs. His expression changes. She sees the sadness of leaving her behind in his eyes. "Liv?"
"Yah?"
"Can we….," he pleads wanting to lay down with her for a little while longer.
"Of course," she answers without a second thought. They settle in the bed under the covers. There is silence between them for a while. He holds her as she rests her upper body on his chest. "Fitz?"
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"Above The Fray…"
"What is it Sweetheart?"
"When you're on the campaign trail I need you to promise me something," he's quiet but listening. "I'll be with you every step of the way paying attention to what and how you're doing in the poles."
"You'll be watching my numbers like a hawk Livy. I get it," he snickers. "From what I hear from Cyrus they have gone up."
"They have. But never less I don't want you to hold anything back. Reston is gaining ground on us. He will use our separation in the press to go after you. He'll use me, the accident, anything to bate you into a social media war. I want you to ignore it and him."
"Livy I am not going to permit him to openly attack the woman I love with no repercussions," he growls. They shift their heads to gaze into the other's eyes. "Going after you would be a new low for him."
"Yes it would be but Reston is not above it. Ever since we became a couple your numbers have been climbing. The country seems to love seeing us together." His hand cups her face. "Even some of those stuffy old farts in your party are slowly coming around."
"They better," he warns. "Or I'll leave them and their old shitty ass ways behind in the dust." She rolls her eyes at his words. "My Father and my Mother would never let me hear the end of it if I did not defend you. Lord never mind them Miss Allie and your brothers would come after me. No thank you."
His over dramatic raised tone gives her the giggles. "Fitz you have the Secret Service. My two dim-whit brothers won't be able to touch you."
"Maybe but my agents are scared shitless of your Momma," he half growls but stifles a laugh. She chuckles. It is true thought. Some of the agents are afraid of her Mother. Miss Allie warned them all if they did not protect her little girl, she would find the biggest "switch" and knock all of them on their tails.
"Such babies," she teases. Fitz chortles softly. "Fitz…,"
"I won't allow Reston or any other man or woman tarnish WHO you are in the Press. That is a huge non-starter for me. Even if it hurts my numbers, I don't care. You are more important to me than winning this election," he mutters kissing her lips quickly. "Yes I want to win come November but not if it means I lose you."
"How many times do I have to tell you Governor, you are totally stuck with me?"
He pulls her closer. "And you are stuck with me," he sighs deeply before kissing her again. His tongue tries to sneak its way into her mouth but she won't grant him access. She smirks when she hears his frustration, and his breathing increases. She separates their lips. "You are evil."
"Maybe," she answers nonchalantly. "Promise me you'll stay above the pettiness he'll toss in your direction. Trust me there will be a time for you to go after ANYTHING Reston types, tweets, speaks about our relationship publically. WE will handle him together. Do nothing on your own. Got it Mister," she alerts him in a snippy tone.
Fitz does not answer. "Olivia," he laments. "Come on. You really expect me to stand by and do squat especially if he articulates his views on our interracial relationship. We have Sally Langston preaching about it, I don't need him filling up voters' minds with terrible things."
"If he happens to turn this section of the campaign into an open character debate using social media, then we will handle him - when it's time. Allow Reston to dig his own grave. Trust me Governor, we will strike hard take him down. Remain clear and focused on your campaign issues and vision for the Country. Above the fray Fitz. Understand," she pleads.
"Liv?"
"I'm a strong woman. I can handle Reston when he's dug himself a big enough grave he won't be able to get out of. Trust me please," she appeals kissing him. She opens her mouth after a few open mouthed perks. Her tongue meets his. His body begins to relax as she masterfully uses her kisses to her advantage.
She halts her kisses leaving Fitz in a haze. His eyes meet her soft brown orbs. In them he realizes she's right. "Fine."
"Good boy," Fitz chortles.
"Now promise me you won't come back if I have any issues," his body tenses. Her hand travels up his chest then stops on his heart. "I'll be fine. I have your Mom, and Abby. My mom is coming back soon. And your sisters will be here."
"Olivia if you are not doing well my place is here. If you're struggling, I belong with you," his eyes close as his nose buries in her hair.
"You will be with me." She pauses. Her hand nestles above his heart. "In here where I need you most."
"That won't be enough if you are not well," he warns.
"I am not going to lie to you." His eyes raise. "Will it be difficult for me physically without you here? Yes."
"Then let me come back in two weeks," he suggests hoping she'll agree to his idea. The softness in his voice melts her in his embrace. But she cannot cave to his wishes. If Fitz returns to the Ranch, she may not be able to get him to leave. As her mouth opens to object he kisses her lips softly.
"Fi…,"
"You are going to need me if you are going to be well enough to attend the Royal State Dinner. Do you really believe over a month apart is going to do either one of us any good. By the end of it, neither one of us will be able to function," he reiterates cradling her face in the palm of his hand. "Please can I…"
"Absolutely not," she grouses. She picks up in his eyes he wants to get out of the bed and pace but he won't because right now Olivia is where she belongs – in his arms. There is no place he rather be. Her palm caresses his face. "A part of me will want you to rush here but you can't."
"Why not. My family does have a private jet," he points out.
"Fitzgerald," she objects in a nagging tone.
"I'm serious Livy. You really think my Father won't send the jet especially after what he told us about what happened to my Mom. He regrets it now not being here for her. His place was with her. For once I agree with him," he clarifies. "If the love of my life gets worse I WILL come back. I cannot tolerate if something happened to you."
"Happen are you serious," she questions keeping her tone even and calm. "Nothing will unless you want to count your Mom watching me like a hawk with Tom on her heels. Then my Momma and your sisters arrive. I'll be stressed when we go dress shopping. The gown I choose heck I will be lucky if I fit into it by the Royal State Dinner," she half-heartedly explains. "My Momma's cooking and yours will do me in."
A smirk grows on her face sending her melting against his open palm. "I just want you safe," he mutters pressing his lips to her forehead.
"I AM safe here Fitz," reasoning with him softly. "You do realize this RANCH probably has more security than the United States Gold Depository. Auric Goldfinger couldn't break through your front gates if he tried."
"So I'm James Bond then," he teases with a handsome smile.
"When I see you in that Brooks Brothers Tux custom made JUST for you Governor, you will be my OO7," she sighs. He snickers.
"Olivia I know you are going to do more without me around. You are going to try and do things the doctor specifically instructed you not to. Without me…,"
"I will do my best to heal and be fully ready for your return," she removes his hand from her face placing it on her body. Then she uses it to caress her in places ONLY he is allowed to touch. The rumble within his depths and arousal pooling in his eyes is enough to cause her own need for him to grow.
"Olivia," he warns.
"Governor this is our last morning together for a while. Now I rather not spend any more of it talking about the campaign or you worrying about me. I won't have it," she snaps.
"What will you have," he inquires with an impish grin on his face.
"You!"
"How?"
"Anyway you're willing Governor," she moans. Her hands draw his face dangerously close to hers. Her hot breath over his skin, entices him to close the distance between their lips. As his lips hover over hers, her fingers block him from kissing her fully. He huffs loudly.
"Don't tease me woman," he growls. "I may not be able to pounce on you fully, but I'll have you any way I can right now."
"Then stop being a pain in my ass…," she chastises as his lips press to hers. Light pecks are exchanged, until Olivia opens her mouth luring Fitz's tongue inside. His tongue connects with hers in their familiar "mating" dance. She gives him just a taste, touch of her, then slinks back into her mouth.
This sensual dance, entices Fitz to kiss her deeper and harder. He locks their lips together sucking her bottom lip into his own. His tongue runs across her bottom lip distracting her to a point where he's on top of her shielding his body over hers. She is in NO pain as he hovers his body over her chest, deepening their kiss.
She presses him closer, aching for more. Olivia will always want more. A taste of Fitz will never be enough. However she turns to the tables on him. The flick of her lips, light suction of his tongue into her mouth, then nibbling makes him moan loudly.
"Livy," he cries needing air. "I…,"
"I love you too," she murmurs brushing her lips over his heated mouth. He begins to speak to her more but she won't have it. "Stop talking Fitz. I only want to be kissed, touched, and loved by you any way we can right now. It's our last morning together." He gaze softens. "I know we can't have sex. I'm not asking for you to. But I need you."
Creaking his whimpers, "Sweetheart." His arms snake around her back. He cowers over her in a fashion where he won't squash her. Then her head is bent back across his arm, just before his lips brush softly over hers. With a swift gradation of intensity he deepens it requiring more of her.
Olivia feels as if she's falling, dizzy from his love. She clings to his body as she becomes lightheaded as his tongue dances with hers. His mouth keeps open her shaking lips sending tremors along every nerve in her body evoking sensations she wishes they could consummate.
"Livy," he mutters pulling her closer to his body. He's mindful of her injuries but he must be as close as humanly possible. She's his lifeline. Without her he's nothing. As he is hers. She is not holding back. She kisses Fitz harder with an intensity which rocks his body from the top of her to her side.
She turns with him not willing to sever their lips for a moment. She yanks him to her harder. He groans softly, low his throat, a guttural growl, only she can stir out of him. His arms circle her, gathering her against his body, tangling them in the soft sheets of his bed.
Finally when the need for air between them becomes too great they separate their lips. A loud POP is heard.
"Wow," Fitz sighs holding her face in the palm of his hands as his own eyes flutter open. His lips sting from it. He can STILL feel the softness from them even now. His heart beat stammers in his ears aching for more. He absolutely loves it when she takes control of their kissing leaving him panting.
Her face flushes as she nuzzles into his open hand. "Wow," she breathes. A smug grin grows on her face getting the desired effect out of Fitz.
"Was that your way of showing me how much you are going to miss me," he quips with dark hooded eyes shimmering with desire. She feels his erection pressed up against her lower half.
"Maybe," she coyly replies fluttering her eyes. Her hand slinks down between them lightly brushing him. His eyes widen.
"Olivia," he warns. His arms pull her closer then removes her hand from him member. "I want you TOO MUCH already. And we can't do shit." She bites her bottom lip to prevent herself from cracking up. "You massaging my 'little friend' is not going to help one bit."
"Oh yes it will Governor Grant," she breathes into his ear. "It will make you SO HOT for me when you're gone, I guarantee you'll attack me the first opportunity you have upon your return."
"Is that so Miss Pope," he challenges. His tone is flirtatious but his eyes are dark filled with arousal.
"Ah huh," she sighs dramatically.
"Is that what YOU want?" Olivia is eerily quiet. "Because trust me the moment I find out you are cleared by the doctor campaign trail or not I WILL BE ON THE FIRST PLANE back to the Ranch. You'll meet me at the cabin I showed you. I will have you six ways to Sunday in EVERY ROOM, SURFACE there. I can promise you it will happen."
Her mouths goes dry as her entire body aches for his touch, kisses, and love. To test his resolve she asks, "Does that include eating me out on the kitchen table?" Fitz eyes widen. She normally does not speak this way. "Because IF I'm ready for you, all my clothes will be off. I'll be sitting on the table, spread out," she leans close to his ear, "very wet - aching for your mouth on me."
"Liv?"
"And only when I believe you are ready I'll allow you to have you way with me. It will be SO long by then Fitz. I'm going to need you to make me scream and beg you to give me ALL of you and not stop until we are spent and satisfied," she pleads through dark eyes. "And when I speak of satisfied I will ache for you so bad, I'll be begging you NOT to stop."
He stares at her unable to form a coherent thought. Olivia has always been a sexy woman. But right now, hearing her speak so dirty as if they are having phone sex but he's right here with her before he leaves is such an incredible turn on. He is a lucky man. Unless you count he'll have to take a very cold shower when he gets out of this bed.
She places her hands behind her head gazing into his lust filled stormy blue eyes. "Fitz?"
"Are you trying to cause me to forgo the no-sex rule Miss Pope," he disputes. His voice is tight as he looms over her body.
"Now why would little ole-me do something like that Governor Grant," she answers in a wistful southern voice. She sounds exactly like Miss Alice. "I just want to make sure you miss me and remember you have a 'little woman' waiting at home for you." A soft smile slowly appears on her face. Hidden behind it is her fear someone will try and temp him away from her.
"Livy," his voices softens cradling both her cheeks in his palms. "You have nothing to worry about all right. Making me want to literally jump you right now is not going to change a thing between us. I LOVE YOU. No other woman can hold a candle to you in my eyes. I would not even be here if it wasn't for you Sweetheart."
"Fitz you're single, running for President. You have the Republican Nomination. There will be available women all over the trail throwing themselves at you, vying for your attention," she explains.
"I fail to see a point here Livy," he kisses her lips.
"Fitz you're a man and have NEEDS. Trust me I feel it against me right now," she blushes.
"Yes and HE – IT only wants to be INSIDE and make love to one woman. Don't you ever forget it? I know I was a 'bad boy' before you came into my life. But Olivia I have ONLY made love to one woman in my entire adult life – and she's right here at this Ranch, in my room, my bed, and my arms. I am NEVER letting her go," he coos kissing her lips.
"You promise," she questions.
One of his hands locates her, then places it directly over his heart. Her eyes close as she feels it beating under his breast bone. "My heart you feel striking in my chest, only thumps, booms, and bangs for you Livy. Olivia Pope you are my forever – if you'll have me when this campaign is all over."
Her eyes narrow at his words penetrate into mind then soul. "Are you…,"
"No Sweetheart not yet," he coos kissing her left hand where her ring finger is empty. "But I plan on it. As I've told you countless times, I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. YOU," he stresses. His face loiters just atop of hers.
"Four babies," she whimpers through hazy eyes.
"Quadruplets! OUCH," he winces because she just smacked him hard on his derriere.
"They are twins in my family Fitz, not quad's," warning in a taut voice.
"Yah well there's always a first for everything. And if I become the most powerful man in the World, you never know how powerful my swimmers will be…," he goads wiggling his eyebrows. She cannot contain her laugh. Olivia laughs out loud. Fitz smiles above her listening to its sweet sound; it's music to his ears.
Olivia holds her ribs which are now beginning to hurt. "Oh Sweetheart I'm sorry."
"I'll live," she winks. He kisses her gently. "Now help me into the shower Mister before you Momma comes in this room wondering why we didn't make breakfast."
"Only your Momma would do that Livy," he points out helping her out of the bed.
"You think so." Fitz eyes raise as they enter the bathroom. "She'd leave us alone because she'd be hoping we be making her a grandbaby." Fitz turns to her as he adjusts the shower. "You know I'm right." He cannot object because it's the truth.
"Well after you are well enough you and I will have some practicing to do," he boasts raising his eyebrows suggestively walking to her as she leans on the sink. She does her best disapproving smile but as Fitz begins to unwrap her sore ribs, she fails.
"You're audacious Governor," she reprimands as they get into the shower.
"Yes but you love me," he points out.
"Don't remind me," she snickers.
They finish they're shower as quick as possible without Olivia hurting herself. Fitz steps out first wrapping his waist in a towel. Olivia cannot help but feel heated glaring at the water droplets on his naked body. He spins to assist her catching her gawking. Fitz saunters to her with her open towel.
She blushes as she steps into his embrace. "You're beautiful," he coos into her ear wrapping her in his arms with the towel.
"If you say so Handsome," she winks as he assists her in drying off. Twenty-five minutes later they are both dressed, and ready for breakfast with his parents, Abby and Peter who are already downstairs helping Lillian in the kitchen. Peter hears Fitz at the top of the stairs. He rushes to help him down with Olivia.
Once Olivia is seated at the table, everyone enjoys their meal, and speaks of the first stop on the campaign until Cyrus arrives.
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Hard to Say Goodbye…
Cyrus arrives an hour before Fitz is due to leave the Ranch. Big Jerry is going with him. A private helicopter will be landing at noon to take them to their campaign plane at the local airport. It was agreed upon with Fitz's insistence to leave this way especially if Olivia was to be with him for the ride to and from the airport.
She argued with both Fitz and Big Jerry about the helicopter stating an SUV with the Secret Service leaving the Ranch would suffice. This was an unnecessary expense, unneeded.
"Why am I finding this out now," she questions after Cyrus arrives. Big Jerry, Peter, Lillian, nor Fitz offer any explanation which fuels her frustration. "Did you know Cyrus?"
"Yes Fitz asked me arrange everything. It's the best way for you all to travel. The Press outside the Ranch gates is growing by the hour. My car was mauled on the way in with cameras, questions, and so forth. They are expecting Peter, Fitz, and The Senator to leave by car with the Secret Service. By the time we have to head to the airport, it will be difficult to get through the gate," Cyrus explains.
Olivia glares at Cyrus, Fitz, and Big Jerry. "We need the room," she snaps not looking at anyone this time but Cyrus to his surprise.
"Livy this was MY choice and less of a headache. The helicopter to and from the airport will cut the time in half. Easier on you and your injuries," Fitz assures her holding her hand. She removes it from his grasp. She hates being coddled. "Livy please," he reaches. She retracts from his touch.
She refuses to meet his eyes. "Liv don't be mad at my son," Jerry offers.
"My Father suggested this was the best option because you are coming to see me off. You can take the chopper back with My Mother, Abby and Tom." Fitz scoots closer, but stops. Her hands are gripping the fabric.
Olivia does not even look at Fitz but keeps her eyes on Cyrus. "Sir it's all right. Let Liv and I have a moment," he beseeches to Fitz touching his arm. Fitz eyes the entire room urging everyone to leave. He heads upstairs to finish packing leaving Cyrus and Olivia alone.
"Liv," Cy begins but her hand fly up preventing him from talking.
"Thank you," she utters causing Cyrus to sit directly in front of her.
"Wait you are not upset," he inquires in shock. He was certain she was going to throw him out or worse.
Olivia inches forward to hold his hands. "I am upset Cyrus. You should have checked with me first. But I understand why you did it. He is just protecting me the only way he knows how, trying to save us all the hassle of dealing with the Press."
"Phew," he utters running his hand across his brow. "So you're going to throw me out."
Playing coy she replies, "Not yet. However, we are running Fitz's campaign as a team. It's supposed to be Fitz, You, and me. The Three Musketeer's remember." Cyrus sighs. "You wanted your band to be together."
"I was only-"
"I know what you were trying to do Cyrus," Olivia squeezes his hands. "If we leave here in a car, Fitz would be panicking about someone tailing us. The Watcher is on the loose. We have no idea who he is or why he's after me. Or who hired him. It literally almost took an act of Congress to get Fitz to leave today. The helicopter will be less stressful for everyone."
"So we're okay?"
"Up to a point," Olivia warns not wanting to bull shit Cyrus.
"Here we go," Cyrus growls defensively.
"Cyrus Rutherford Beene keep quiet. Listen to what she has to say," Big Jerry booms entering the room. Olivia eyes widen not expecting to see Fitz's father. His suitcase is at his side. He smiles but keeps his eyes on Cyrus challenging him to object to his presence. "Go ahead Liv."
Olivia smiles at Big Jerry. She does not bother asking for him to leave because he won't. Big Jerry sits across the room observing Cyrus closely.
"Cyrus you cannot and will not keep things from me concerning the campaign, staff, or pole numbers. Most importantly anything having to do with Fitz or myself. Do I make myself clear," Olivia warns. Cyrus is eerily quiet. "I am trusting you to take care of my duties while I am here. I can work but only for so long. Make no mistake Cyrus I have eyes everywhere Fitz is, and you will be watched."
Her eyes catch Big Jerry who does his best to keep the smile from growing on his face. He witnessed her go head to head with Nichelle's Father walking away with the upper hand. She is not afraid of any man or woman. Peter also will be her eyes and ears while she is hear recuperating.
"Liv I ran this campaign before you came along," Cyrus reminds her clearing not amused. He had a hand getting Fitz this far also. It was no solely her. "I had some hand in getting him where he is today. You know he does not have the stomach for certain aspects of this."
"True and you did. But need I remind you, YOU CALLED ME in to SAVE YOUR ASS and Fitz's," she grouses. "Would we be where we are if it was not for me?" He does not answer. "I blew into this campaign like a wild fire. It changed Fitz for the better. There were no more random women on his arm. He lost his player imaged and became the man ready to take down and beat Samuel Reston. He won against Sally Langston in the primary."
"Yes Liv I was there remember…," he snaps.
Olivia sighs deeply but then counters with, "How did he win against that Bible Bumping Crazy Lady?" Cyrus utters not a word. "Well."
Cyrus crosses his harms defiantly not wanting to give her the answer she is looking for but finally caves. "He admitted to the entire World watching you cannot capture chemistry with a few photo ops. He knew what the press perceived off him and you two before that debate. It made no difference. Fitz came clean. He told everyone watching he was a man in love with an incredible woman and she is you. He openly declared he had fallen in love with you Liv."
"And what did I do…," she smirks deviously.
"You sang to Fitz," he huffs.
"The song Cyrus what was it?"
"The Story," he snips. "Olivia can we stop this now," he pleads in a condescending tone. "Rehashing the moment you two truly became a couple does what," he challenges. "All this lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick."
She rolls his eyes and snickers. "Fine. But as we sit here think about where you would be if I had not come into his life. If you had not called me at all," she wonders. Cyrus eyes waver from her to his father's.
"Cyrus answer her!" Big Jerry commands but Cyrus sits silently. "Everything she said is true. I tried to set my son up with different women over the years, including Nichelle. Fitzgerald never truly clicked or was understood by any of them until Olivia came into his life." Big Jerry stands then saunters to Cyrus and Olivia. He sits next to Olivia on the couch. He covers her hand with his. "We would not be here if it was not for her."
Big Jerry squeezes her hand. "I probably most of all owe her everything. She brought my son home so we can have a fresh start." Big Jerry wraps an arm around her drawing her into him for a hug. "If I haven't told you Olivia but thank you for helping me see the man my son has become with ONLY you at his side."
She sniffles holding back her tears. "You're welcome Senator. It has been an honor."
"No Miss Pope the honor has been mine," Big Jerry speaks keeping his arm around her. He whispers something only she can hear. Olivia blushes. Then his attention is on Cyrus. "She saved our ass Cy. You best keep that in mine. As far as I'm concerned, she is running this campaign better than you ever have."
"Now Jerry," Cyrus protests.
"No. If my son and I had my way Olivia would be going with us but she can't. She is not well enough to travel. I agreed to the helicopter to ease my son's mind. It was not decided until last night that he was even going to leave today. It was the hardest decision he had to make but I am proud of him for being an honorable man thinking with his heart first," Big Jerry admits as Lillian peeks around the corner.
She winks at her husband slightly surprised at his changed attitude since Olivia's accident and arrival at the Ranch. His eyes soften seeing the only woman he's ever loved. He comprehends with Fitz is going through. He wishes Lillian did not have stay at the Ranch but the safest place is here with Olivia, and Abby.
Lillian lingers a few more moments before retreating to the other room.
"Senator your Son has always had a tremendous heart. It just took him far too long to find it," Cyrus points out.
"True. However he did find it. His heart will be here with HER," Big Jerry nestles himself closer to Olivia. "Olivia is the heart and soul of this campaign. My Son," he stresses. Olivia's hand covers her heart at his words hit her. "Is going to need all of us to be on the same page especially because he's leaving Olivia behind. You will not work nor go against anything she and my son put into place. Are we clear," Jerry sits up staring into his eyes.
"Yes Senator," Cyrus agrees. He never would have expected Big Jerry to have taken to Olivia in this manner but he's relieved he has.
"I'm sorry Liv. It won't happen again. WE are all a team if we want to make it to the White House and win the election in November. I apologize for keeping this from you," Cyrus admits just as Big Jerry stands leaving them alone. He meets Lillian in the hallway, who kisses him briefly extremely proud of her husband.
"I understand why you did," Olivia exhales releasing the extra tension from her body.
"I just didn't think nor want to worry you with stuff like this. He'll be a basket case the moment he boards the airplane without you. I don't know how I'll keep him focused without you," Cy concedes sadly. "He doesn't rely on me like he used too. I'm not used to being second."
Olivia pats the couch for Cyrus to join her which he does. "He does depend on your expertise and advice Cy. If we win this, you'll be his Chief of Staff not me." He chuckles but it's the truth. And it's my job to worry. Promise me you'll keep Fitz above the fray no matter what he hears from…,"
"I will Liv. I already spoke to him about Reston. Plus with the Senator, and Peter we got it handled. I won't let our Reston get to him," Cyrus assures her as he wraps her in a hug. "I just can't promise it won't be hell for him to be away from you. He is not too thrilled about hitting the campaign without you."
Olivia wraps her arm through his. "I won't be a piece of cheesecake for me either." A soft giggle emits from them both. "It will be hard on both of us Cyrus. I will miss him just as much, which reminds me," she pauses. "Please keep the single girls away," she teases. "I know how much they all want touch his hair."
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Show Them Who You Are…
"Oh here we go," Fitz speaks entering the room. He smiles leaning on the doorway at Olivia and Cyrus huddled on the couch. Olivia cannot help but snicker. Cyrus kisses Olivia's brow before excusing himself to check on the helicopter's arrival. He's informed it will be landing within thirty minutes.
Once Fitz and Olivia are alone, he saunters over to the couch. "Hi," he murmurs kissing her soft plush lips leaning into her touch. He lingers them for as long as possible. Her eyes flutter open as he separates their faces.
"Hi Governor," she admonishes holding his face.
"Cyrus came back with his tail in between his legs. Fairly tame," he quips. His hand cups her face to gaze into her eyes. "Is everything all right?" The tenderness of his tone melts her in his arms.
"Yes. I just made sure he knows WHO is in charge," she nestles into his chest as her hand cups his cheek to gaze into his eyes.
"Good. I'm sorry…,"
"Stop," she gently warns. She lifts herself to hold his face in her hands. "Don't apologize."
"So I'm not in trouble," he hopes. His hand wraps around the back of her head nestling into her hair. She relaxes as his hand massages her scalp.
"No not this time MISTER," she chastises through hazy eyes.
"Liv?"
"I'll be fine Fitz without you. I promise," she assures him with a sweet kiss on his lips.
"It's not that Liv. It's something I've realized when I was upstairs packing." She squints. "Abby came into check on me."
"Oh lord did she yell and call you a big baby," Olivia snickers.
"No not this time," he laughs silently. "But we got to talking. I think she was in there to make sure I didn't forget anything but she mentioned something."
"Well…."
"She asked me where I took you on our first date." Olivia crosses her arms leaning back on the sofa staring at the man she loves by her side. "That is when it hit me - I've never taken you out on a proper first date." Olivia bites her lip then releases a labored breath.
"Are you for real right now," she huffs. "This is what is troubling you."
He cradles her face in his palm not granting her permission to turn him away. "Yes. We've been together since the debate against Langston. What kind of shitty boyfriend am I to have never taken my girlfriend out on a date?"
"A busy one running for President of the United States Fitz," she retorts as her hand clamps around his. "It's really not that big of a deal. We've spent a lot of time together Fitz. I know who you are. You really don't have to woo me," her hand cups his face. She caresses his cheek seeing the love in his eyes.
"But LIVY I want to WOO you. Spoil you. Love you out in the open. I wouldn't be a Grant if I didn't," he boasts. "I want to take my girlfriend out on a REAL DATE," he laments.
"Oh Fitz," she whimpers. "It's not necessary. You already have my heart and me. I'm in love with you." His gaze softens moving closer to her. She rests her head on his arm. "I don't need all the drama with a first date."
"Drama," he inquires.
"You know you ask me out. I say yes. I have to go out shopping for the perfect dress, shoes, accessories; then I'll have to get my hair done. Shave my legs, and other places." Fitz eyes wiggle at her words. He LOVES when her lower lips are soft – clean shaved for his tasting. "Then you have to show up in a nice suit, with flowers."
"And I don't see a problem with this Livy," he counters without a care in the world. "I have plenty of Tom Ford and Brooks Brothers in my closet. Along with ties, and shirts to go with them."
"Governor Grant," she murmurs hoping to bring him reel him back. They do not have time for this right now. His romantic gesture can wait.
"Olivia we are so past the Governor Grant SHIT," he growls kissing her finally. She moans as he deepens it. He breaks the kiss leaving her winded. Her eyes open. His face is inches from hers. His hot breath gives her goose bumps up and down her arms. "Say my name," he implores gently.
Her soft smile warms his heart. "Fitz," she creaks running her hands through his hair.
"Go out with me." Her mouth opens to disapprove of his timing to insist on a date right now.
"Tell me why now," she questions.
"It's simple really," he pauses with a devilish smirk. "Because I love you."
"Fi-,"
"And I got to thinking it could help me win over the American People. It would show them I'm just a normal guy taking his beautiful smoking hot girlfriend out on a dates," he suggests with hope in his voice. She exhales deeply sensing there is more.
"And?"
"I cannot wait for after date hot sex," he wiggles his eyes.
"Fitzgerald," she chastises.
"So," he implores softly lifting her chin to meet his sparking blue eyes. "If I get a chance to come home to you in the next four weeks or so please go out with me – for real."
"You'll be too busy to come back here. Focus on the campaign not me."
"No listen please." She caves noting the love in his eyes. "I know since the debate against Sally we've been wrapped up in the campaign and each other." She blushes. "Then all the bad stuff happened." He speaks no other words because there is no need too.
"I'm still with you Fitz. Nothing will ever change between us," she assures him kissing him again. He wraps himself around her staring into her soft brown eyes.
"I know," he groans. "I just feel like a bad boyfriend because I never took you out on a proper date."
"You're not," she assures him.
"Good to know. But PLEASE go out with me. If I can't come home then fine, but let me see what the schedule will allow. All I need is one night to show you who I am. Let me sweep you off your feet," he begs. His bottom lip sticks out hoping she'll cave.
"So you're really asking me – your girlfriend out on date," she chastises. Without warning Fitz hops onto the couch scaring the living hell out of her. "FITZ!"
He pumps his arms high in the air screaming with excitement, "I AM! I AM! I AM!"
Big Jerry, Lillian, Abby, Peter and Cyrus come running into the room. They stop dead in their tracks seeing Fitz on the couch.
"FITZGERALD THOMAS GRANT III WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU ON MY COUCH SCREAMING YOUR BLOODY HEAD OFF WITH SHOES ON," Lillian hollers strutting towards her son. Fitz eyes widen. "GET DOWN!"
Fitz jumps off the couch literally with his tail in between his legs. "Come here," Lillian growls. He walks to his mother. Lillian grabs him by the tie, bringing them nose to nose. "Speak."
"Oh Shit," Jerry chortles. Lillian eyes snap towards her husband. Abby is squeezing Peter's hand, not realizing it, terrified of Fitz's mother.
"Mom," Fitz creeks. "I was…," he pauses. Lillian waits for her son to finish.
"You were…,"
"He was asking me out on a date Mrs. Grant," Olivia answers before Fitz has a chance. Lillian releases Fitz's tie then stepping back staring at Olivia then her son, whose ears are now beat red. Fitz sits next to Olivia holding her hands in his own.
Abby does her best to suppress the laugh threatening to emit, but it's no good. It starts out as a soft snicker. Then from a chuckle to a full blown giggle fit. "ABIGAIL," Olivia chastises.
"Mrs. Grant this is partly my fault. The Governor mentioned he never took Liv out on a date. I gave him a hard time calling him a slacker," Abby explains releasing Peter's hand. She won't admit but it felt good to be "that" close to him. His hand felt good in hers.
"Fitzgerald," Lillian sits in front of her son.
"Yes Mom it's true,' he sighs facing Olivia. "I was really asking her out."
Lillian shares a glance with Big Jerry. "Fitz you will be on the campaign trail. You need to focus on the voters. You definitely take after your father's hopeless romantic nature. I don't agree with the timing or you standing on my couch. I appreciate why you would want to do this but maybe…,"
"Yes," Olivia utters before Lillian can finish.
Fitz's head whips to Olivia's. Lillian cannot help but smile. She watches her son cup her cheeks cradling them softly in his large hands. His thumbs brush against her lips as his face inches closer to her own. His eyes never leave hers only for a moment.
"Livy?"
"Yes Fitz," she bashfully answers. "I'll go…," she stopped in her words as he presses his lips to hers for a sweet, tender but sensual kiss. Lillian walks to her husband. She whispers something only he can hear but he agrees with. Slowly she disconnects their lips leaving Fitz reeling for more.
His eyes open to her bashfully meeting his gaze. "Yes," he mutters.
"Yes. But…," Fitz begins to rolls his eyes but Lillian catches him.
"Fitzgerald do not roll those eyes at her," Lillian growls. "You want this date." Fitz agrees. "Then listen."
Olivia winks at his mother. "1. You will focus on the campaign. If there is no time for you to come back you will not. 2. Don't not engage Reston whatsoever. 3. You will keep me in the loop the entire time you are gone. 4. IF this date happens,"
"I will sweep you off your feet and woo you."
"Yes but if the Press gets wind of it,"
"I promise to be the best boyfriend in the World showing the World how much I love and treasure you – always," he sighs. She nods. "So you're really –"
"In Fitz yes."
He is ready to jump up on the couch. "Don't do it," his mother warns. Olivia snuggles against his chest while everyone sits and waits for word that the helicopter has arrived. Tom enters the room signaling it's time to go. Cyrus, Big Jerry, Lillian, Fitz, Olivia, Abby and Peter are escorted to the helicopter big enough to fit all of them for the ride to the airport.
The Press are seen scampering at the gates for pictures as Fitz lifts Olivia in the helicopter. She waves as he sits her inside then Fitz waves to the Press. The chopper is up in the air and on its way to the airport. The ride is quick.
Fitz and Olivia are the last to leave the helicopter. Big Jerry kisses Lillian goodbye while Abby and Peter stand their awkwardly next to each other.
"Can I call you when I'm gone Abby," Peter questions with hope.
"Yes," she smirks punching her number in his phone. He walks up the stairs and into the airplane.
It's is then Fitz's turn to get onboard. Olivia is in his arms. "Remember you are on the campaign trail," she explains to him. "Engage and spend quality time with all the voters. Listen to their concerns, and shake as many hands as possible. Don't rush when you're talking, and most of all…"
"Be the voted you will vote for," Fitz smirks. "I got it Liv."
"Governor Grant it's time," Cyrus utters from the top of the staircase.
"I should go," Fitz mutters holding Olivia's face.
"You should go," Olivia sighs as his lips touch hers. The kiss is sensual but touching.
"I love you Livy."
She gathers herself before he ascends the stairs she utters, "I love you to Governor. Now show them who you are."
He cups her cheek needing to feel her skin one more time before walking onto the airplane. He waves to her, Abby and his mother before stepping inside. Olivia watches his plane taxi down the runway then lift off into the air with Tom, Abby and Lillian. Tom ushers them to the helicopter where they ride back to the Ranch.
"He's got this Liv," Abby speaks to her.
Olivia links hand with hers. "I know he does Abby. They BOTH do. And it's going to be great."
TBC…
Yes my darlings that is it – for now. I know you hate that OLITZ had to be apart but at least you have a possible date to look forward too – IF time allows and Fitz behaves. LOL
I will do my best to update this again before the Scandal Premiere in October but I am unsure as to when. I have other stores I MUST write as well.
If you are not aware I just finished (as in the story is totally complete) "Miracle on Hope Street" – 2015, 2016 Xmas Fic. If you have not read it, check it out. It's heartwarming and may be what you need to get through the summer.
Thank you so much for reading and please have a great week. I'll be looking for you crumbs on the flipside.
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