Chapter 36
Olivia had come home and she was restless. This not being able to really touch Fitz was killing her. At least when he was unconscious she could touch and talk to him close up. This was some horrid mess and she would be glad when it ended. She was miserable.
She went to the refrigerator and looked inside even though she knew there wasn't a damn thing in it. She didn't buy groceries. She sometimes had a taste for something and she may ride through the drive-thru. At the height of her romance with Fitz when she more or less lived at the White House, those cozy lunches and dinners were her nibbling and watching Fitz devour his plate. The man ate like there was no tomorrow but he didn't gain weight.
He kept his body in good shape by working out and eating the right foods. And she was grateful. He had the body of a man in his thirties or forties. He had the stamina in the bedroom of a twenty-five year-old, but the discipline of someone far older. He could go on and on. He would let her sleep and then ask her if she wanted more. Of course she did. He had to be the best lover in the world. Her experience coming into the relationship had been limited, but she knew for a fact that most women didn't even have orgasms during sex. Each and every time he had her crying out his name. God she missed him. She had come back to him and she wanted him with a vengeance!
Get off of this subject Olivia. It was going nowhere. She closed her eyes. She was hungry, what was she going to eat? She walked to her pantry and opened the door, nothing. When Edison was here he had cooked a few times, but that was fresh stuff he had brought in to cook. He had some stuff in the cabinet, what was up there? She when to the cabinet and opened it. There was a bag of potato chips, a package of chocolate chip cookies, a half a box of thin spaghetti, a can of sliced mushrooms, and a package of albacore tuna. She couldn't see anything being prepared out of that mix and she hated potato chips and sweets. Girl pop yourself some corn and go to bed! She did.
She turned off the television and closed her eyes but sleep would not come. Maybe she would just get up and go over the notes from the assassination attempt. She was missing something and she knew it. There was something in that file she was overlooking. They had meticulously gone over suspect after suspect; even Mellie was in the mix of people that may have wanted Fitz dead. That assassin was still number one on the list but so far they had not been able to find him. Fitz had let her in on what the Feds knew, which surprisingly was no more than her team did. She decided to get up and go through the file again.
After an hour she'd had enough and decided to try to sleep again. It had been weeks since she had last stayed at the hospital but she still was on that schedule it seemed. Was there anything on TV worth watching? She turned it on and started flipping channels. A phone was ringing, shit it was the Fitz phone. They weren't going to call each other away from work. It was part of the therapy they practiced. Fitz needed to whole and healthy. They were doing this distance thing for a reason. However right now Olivia almost killed herself trying to remember where her purse was to answer the phone. She grabbed it out of her purse and hit the talk button. "Hello," she said anxiously.
"Olivia it is me. I know we said we wouldn't call until I was cleared by Dr. Harper, but I couldn't sleep. I wanted to hear your voice. I miss you so damned much Livvie. I am dying. Just three to four more weeks Sweet Baby and I have you in my arms again."
Jesus just hearing his voice on the phone and her pussy had started clutching. Shit, she held the phone so tightly her hand paled. She took a deep breath and held it minute before she spoke.
"Livvie are you there?"
"I'm here Fitz. I'm sorry it's just that I didn't expect your call. You are okay aren't you?"
"Physically I am okay, emotionally I am a wreck. I know that we agreed not to even call each other. But I figured we could get through one phone call. I can control my need for you through one phone call. We are more than sex Olivia, I know that and you know that. There are all sorts of thing we can discuss without putting sexual thoughts in my head, I think," he laughed out loud.
"Fitz it has been so long. I am so glad you are so strong. Hearing your voice had me squirming in my seat. Your voice is so sexy and a catalyst for fucking and you know it."
"Olivia please don't say it. I didn't want to bring it up but I have been thinking of nothing but being with you all day. I was thinking a little trial run wouldn't hurt Livvie. I think I would be okay. I haven't had a headache since that episode in the conference room."
"No Fitzgerald Grant we are not going to even try it. We promised we would wait and we are going to. You have a press conference day after tomorrow. There will be no trial run. We can wait this one out. You can't believe how much I want you too. But your health comes first. Let's change the subject right now. Any news about who shot you?"
Well you can't blame a guy for trying. Phone sex surely wouldn't throw him into that "seizure-like" status where his brain cells were shooting all over the place, would it? Hell he hadn't had sex in over a year, not even a do-it-yourself hand job. He wanted only one woman. He had known they would see their way back to one another so he had waited. It would probably take all of one minute of him telling her what he wanted her to do and her visualizing it for him for him to blow like a gasket. But she had said no. So that was the end of that.
"Thank-you Olivia for pulling me back from where I was trying to go. I had sat here and I couldn't sleep. I walked down to the kitchen for a snack, came back to the residence and I still couldn't sleep. I finally started flipping channels and 'Kate and Leopold' our favorite movie was on tonight. I watched it and fell asleep. The problem was I was dreaming about our first night together and I awakened hard as a rock. I was reliving it Livvie, the first time I put myself inside you. I woke-up wanting you so much. I sent all sorts of weird shit to my brain trying to get this bad boy to go down but it has been so long, the usual things I use, Mellie, my dad, the war, they didn't work. At least not well, so I picked up the phone and called the one woman that fills all my dreams and fantasies, you. Don't be mad at me Livvie for trying that stunt. And no there is nothing new on my case."
Damn did he have to mention their first time together? She was getting damper and damper down there. She remembered the first time she saw it so long, hard and enormous. That huge vein running straight down the top and that crown that for some reason reminded her of a mushroom had rattled her. She had thought, no way she could take all that inside her. She had done a double-take at the sheer size of it. He was a tall guy and at the time she was thinking he weighed about two-hundred pounds. A tall two-hundred pound guy with big feet, she should have known. She had swallowed hard as she looked at it.
She was saying to herself, he is going to split me wide open with that thing. Suppose I can't take it? Edison and that clown from Georgetown had nothing in their pants that looked like that. She must have looked unsure if this was going to work, because he had taken her hand and kissed it gently and sweetly. He then said looking right into her face as he spoke, "I would never hurt you Olivia. We will fit I assure you. When I come inside you, you will be ready for me. You will be wet for me."
Plus she had asked him to use a condom and he had. Fortunately he had his own magnum sized ones because no way in hell the normal ones she had were going to contain that thing. She had asked him how he happened to have condoms on him. Was this something he did all time? No he had said. He had seen them together in a vision he said on the very first day they had met. He knew they would be lovers someday and he wanted to be ready. Damn she already loved this man, everything he had said and done that night had pulled her in deeper.
Before he had put himself inside her he had gone down on her and she had two powerful orgasms in a row. She wasn't sure she could come back from the pleasure. She had never in her life felt anything so wonderful! She had been given oral sex before but it was a hurried couple of instances that were obviously done by a novice, she had felt nothing. She was asking her friends at the time what was the purpose? Because of those experiences she had blown oral sex off as a fallacy until she had been stroked by a master, Fitzgerald Grant.
She closed her eyes and her legs voluntarily locked together as she remembered that first night with him. She remembered him easing into her inch by glorious inch. "Are you okay, he would ask every inch or so until finally he had it all the way inside of her. He pulled back about half way and then he would slide all the way back in over and over again. That vein or something was stroking her clit and she couldn't stop herself, she came again. She had been left weak as shit after number three. She may have drifted off or passed out she wasn't sure. But when she opened her eyes he was still there stroking inside her.
"You feel so good Olivia. You are so tight. You fit me around me so perfectly. I wanted to tell you that you are the first for me outside of my marriage. It is important that you know. And another thing, I love you Olivia. I would never have started this otherwise, I love you."
She didn't tell him she loved him back, she was afraid to. But she did cradle his face and say right back to him, "I know." It was why she lay beneath him. She knew he loved her and she secretly loved him back so why shouldn't they share each other's bodies she had reasoned.
He had picked up the pace and instinctively she was meeting him stroke for stroke. She had rarely if ever had felt the need to move and be so involved. He was praising her, telling her all the things he felt being inside her. He couldn't get close enough, he said, could he lift her legs? Anything she had said, anything he wanted she would give him. He had placed both her legs on his shoulders and oh my god, she was dying. He was telling her of the imagery of him watching himself go in and out of her. Her pussy was so pink and how he loved her pubic arrow telling him where to go. Was she ready to come again because he wanted to come but only if she were ready for number four? She was right there but not quite she had said. He took one leg down and turned her just a little and she screamed out loud the jolt of please was so intense, she burst into a million pieces as he began stroking himself to completion. He cried out her name as spasm after spasm hit him. When he could speak, he said, "I knew it would be heaven Olivia, you are all I ever dreamed."
Dammit Fitzgerald Grant had her reliving that night and it was killing her she was soaking wet and wanting him inside her. This was madness. She had to get them off of this sexual haze they were both in before she broke her vow and asked him to have phone sex with her. She had only remembered round one of the glorious rounds of sex they had that night and into the morning. She didn't dare continue to remember, it was too much knowing nothing could happen between them for weeks.
"Olivia are you okay you aren't saying much? I am excited about the press conference it will feel good to face the media and let the people know I am okay. I am so lucky Olivia. I have been given a second chance. I should be dead right now. This experience has made me see I have no time to waste. I love you so much and we are meant to be together. Another thing that is going to happen when I am cleared by the doctor is my talk with Mellie. I want a divorce. And I intent to wait just a hot minute after I get a divorce for us to be married Olivia. I want to start a family with you."
"I don't know if your Presidency can take a divorce Fitz. Your wife is pregnant. They will crucify you and want you to resign. I don't want you to lose your presidency because of me. I came back to you because I love you. I will accept being the other woman. I don't care anymore as long as we are together. You were right a stolen moment is better than no moment at all. I realize that now. I have made my peace with that and I have said my piece to Mellie. I won't let her bully me again. We are in this together."
"That makes me happy Olivia to know you feel that way. I don't ever want to be without you again. I don't want to consider waiting until the end of this term and/or after the baby is born. I want out. I plan to talk to Cy to see if he has any ideas."
That erection of his was finally fizzling out and he was glad because as God is his witness if he had continued to remember that first night he had made love to Olivia he would have been begging her for phone sex. It was so unmanly begging for sex, he didn't do it. All those years when he had abstained from sex had taught him one thing for sure. If sex was not with the right person it was a futile exercise. It was meaningless. Olivia was his person, she was the right person. All he had to give sexually was for her.
"Livvie I am so glad you came back to be. From that aspect being shot ironically has been a blessing for me. It has opened my eyes to so many things in my life that are correctable. I was being obtuse tonight and you were right to refuse me and get me back on the road to recovery. We will get through these last few weeks with flying colors. Why don't you take the day off tomorrow and get caught up at OPA. I have got the Press Conference covered. If I have any questions I will go to Cyrus."
Of course he wanted to see her but this perpetual hard-on he was having in her presence was not very Presidential. He wasn't getting those blasted headaches so his mind hadn't gone completely off kilter. She was his mate and he wanted to mate with her. His reaction to her was as old as time. And the fact that he was becoming more adept at controlling his reaction to her let him know that he was recovering from this thing.
He had confided everything to Dr. Harper about this latest development and his reaction to Olivia. When he told him the full story about his almost thirteen years of sexual abstinence before he began their affair and how he had refrained again from sex for more than a year right now the man was floored! Ray had said, "No wonder your brain went so fucking crazy. This is some amazing stuff Mr. President. It is unbelievable the level of discipline you have. I don't know another man in this world that would have basically become a monk if their wives had cut them off for thirteen years. They simply would have gone elsewhere long before you did. But as you have said, once you realize sex is nothing without the right woman, why seek it with anyone else? I can't imagine an entire year without Jana in my bed, I couldn't! Keep the faith Mr. President; good things come to those that wait."
He was the President of the United States of America and he was a disciplined and determined man. He would get through this and everything would fall into place. Patience was a virtue and he was a patient man. He brought his mind back into the present. "So will you take tomorrow off Olivia?"
"I think I will Fitz that is a great idea." This need for him was killing her. For lack of better wording, she was like a bitch in heat. She didn't want to distance herself from him but he had unleashed something primitive in her. It was like she knew he was her mate for life and there was always this overwhelming urge to "mate" with him. She knew she wasn't a nymphomaniac; she only wanted one man with such ferocity, Fitzgerald Grant. She knew what lay between them was much more than sex but sex played a big part of what they were. She would see him and she would want him.
So yes she would not go to the White House tomorrow. Limiting their interaction with each other was the best route for them until he got the green light. Fitz wasn't saying it directly, but she knew he was having a hard time with this thing. She needed to devote more time to the assassination attempt anyway.
"I'll check on you tomorrow then. I love you Mr. President more than anything."
"I love you too Olivia. Good night."
He had settled down and was asleep when he realized there was someone else in the room. He wasn't too alarmed because he had trained agents outside this room. He turned over in the bed and there was Mellie coming out of her closet. She had the light on in the closet and she had turned on a lamp on the other side of the room. She had on a robe but it lay open. It was a long black robe, it was opaque but the thin silk see-thru night gown she had on wasn't. Her breasts were huge and the pink tips were pressed tightly into the black silk. The gown hung just above the knees as it covered her pregnant belly. But you could see her hairy pubic triangle clearly. Little did she know only a mons covered with a tiny little arrow interested him now.
"Fitz I was trying not to wake you. I needed a particular outfit for tomorrow. I had purposely moved most of the things I needed out of here. But I really needed something with a red, white, and blue theme for tomorrow. Sorry for waking you up. How are you? Are you feeling okay?" She walked over to the bed and stood there. It was obvious she wanted him see her breasts and her triangle. "You look good Fitz. I am so happy you are recovering so well. I know I haven't been part of your recovery up until this point. But I am here for you as a wife or anything else you may need. You can count on me."
Her hair had been let down and flowed around her face. He had once thought her beautiful with her hair flowing around her. She had on make-up and lipstick for christsake. What time was it? He and Olivia had talked until well after midnight. Did she really believe he was so desperate he would pull her into this bed and have sex with her? He had felt nothing looking at her. His dick was as limp as it could be! And oh my god, she was still talking.
"Fitz we still haven't talked about where we are going with this assassination attempt. As I told you a couple of days ago we need to capitalize on this. This is a gold mine for us right here as we near re-election time. I am telling you." She actually then sat down on the bed. She took his hand into hers and used her thumb to softly rub across his. "Fitz I want us to re-new the partnership we had coming into the Presidency. We can become a strong family unit again. Me you and the kids we could own this town. Especially with this new baby we can be on top of the world." Next she placed his hand on her belly. "Feel that Fitz our baby is moving. This is America's baby. This baby can propel your Presidency into the stratosphere." Next she moved his hand to her breast attempting to get him to cup it. She looked him in the eyes. She seemed determined as she pressed his hand to her bosom.
"Fitz I know we have had our ups and downs but we are a family. We can get through anything if we try. I want us to try. I can be a better wife and mother I know I can. I can't imagine what you have gone through, but I imagine it has made you a better man. Family is everything." Next she put her hand on his crotch and started to move her hand back and forth. "Let me take care of you tonight, in that special way. Let me relieve some of your tension and stress. I want to do that for you."
He had taken his hand from her breast almost as soon as she had placed it there. Everything about this woman repulsed him. He felt as if he had been contaminated by her touch. The fact that she carried another child of his in her womb was his greatest shame as a man. And now she was in here asking to take care of him in that special way, she was willing to suck his cock tonight for old times sake to relieve his stress. This entire scenario was laughable. He had to basically spent hours trying to deflate an erection he had for a woman he loved and now this woman could do any trick known to man and he knew there wouldn't be a stir out of him. He had no sexual interest in this woman, none.
He wasn't going through another swearing match with Mellie tonight. She was still delusional. Apparently she still didn't get it. He wasn't going to endanger his recovery by having a knock down drag out tonight. He wasn't going to do it. He removed her hand from his crotch and said, "Mellie please let's not fool ourselves we are estranged for a reason. Let's not play games okay? Please just go back to whatever room you are sleeping in and let's just pretend none of this happened."
"I was only trying to do what wives are supposed to do. I have had time to do a lot of thinking since the shooting. And I know now I was wrong to turn you away for all those years. I understand now why you sought out Olivia Pope for sex. I failed you as a wife. I wasn't doing my duty which is to take care of your sexual needs. I am prepared to submit and do whatever you want."
"Mellie I am in no mood for this tonight. I just need you to go. Please just go!"
"Okay, but please think about what I said. We can make our marriage work if we keep outside forces out of it. You do understand what I am saying don't you? You don't need an Olivia Pope. I can and will take care of your sexual needs."
"Good night Mellie."
She got up and closed her robe. So he was turning her down tonight but she had made her case. If in fact Olivia was out of the picture, this was the time to make her move. Her plan had been to wait until after the baby was born, but she had sensed now was the time to strike. She could break him she knew she could. However she hadn't got a response from him by sticking her breasts in front of him nor by stroking his dick. He wasn't shot in the groin but maybe his injuries affected him sexually. All men were turned on by big titties and a woman rubbing their crotch. She remembered, Fitzgerald Grant was no exception. She would back off for now. "Good night Fitz, please think on all I have said." She left the room.
Oh my god, tell me that didn't just happen? He wouldn't even try to process this shit right now. In her warped mind Mellie still thought he and Olivia were just about sex. Like he said, not tonight Satan, not tonight! However he would inform Tom first thing this morning that Mellie is not to be let into his bedroom after hours, after he is asleep. These are the times when he wished his father were still alive so he could have the pleasure of killing him himself. Big Jerry had brought this horrible person into his life and he should have rejected her. He should have waited for the love of his life. But at least now she knew her game plan and for sure it was dead in the water. He turned out the lights and went back to sleep.