Chapter 7
The alarm on Olivia's phone beeps loudly throughout the bedroom. Fitz drapes his arm tightly around her waist, groaning at the screeching sound. Olivia stirs in his arms. Flesh on flesh. "Mmmmmmmm." Olivia moans, rubs her ass closely against his erection. She loves waking up to him. Olivia turns, her breast tease the soft hairs on his chest. She nibbles at his neck, waking him. His dick twitches between her legs, rising. She exhales at the feeling. She drapes her leg over his, hoping he will glide into her like he does every morning. He opens one eye, peaking down at her, "You're first on the call sheet."
She groans, drops her hand to his hard length, teasing the tip with her thumb. "I know, but I want you."
He knows if he doesn't get out of the bed they will end up making love several times and she will be late. He kisses her forehead, removing the sheet from his body, "I'll make you some tea."
He eases out of the bed, stares down at his erection. He exhales, scratches the back of his neck, trying to think about something other than ramming his dick inside her sweet pussy. She watches him cross in front of the bed, naked. She sucks in her bottom lip, heavily patting the mattress. He enters the bathroom, smiling and shaking his head. "Later."
Olivia finally eases out of the bed, moving swiftly to the bathroom. She turns on the water in the shower, allowing it to warm up. She brushes her teeth before stepping under the warm trickles of the water. She takes the bottle of warm vanilla sugar body wash in her hands, squirting it on the washcloth. Fitz has made things relatively easy for her. They've decided to stay at his house in California while the show is taping. She made small changes around his home and he was accepting. She added yellow pillows to the gray couches in the living room. She changed the comforter on his bed from black to a whimsical blue and white. She told him the color reminded her of his eyes. She shuts the water off, steps out the shower, and wraps a long green towel around her waist. She hopes Fitz has changed his mind and is waiting for her in the bed…naked. No such luck. She hears the television blaring in the kitchen. He's watching the news in the kitchen. She slips on a winter white sweater with a pair of skinny jeans. She grabs her show binder with her notes off the dresser. She meets Fitz inside the kitchen. He pours hot water from the kettle inside her to-go mug and pushes it to her. She dangles the tea bag inside the mug, checking her watch. She sashays over to him, wraps her arms around his neck, caressing his curls through her fingers. "I have 30 minutes."
He chuckles, "Liv, we don't have time. The car will be here soon."
She crosses her hands in front of her chest. "Fine."
He drapes his strong hands down her body, "I'll make it up to you inside your trailer."
She nips at his lips, "You better."
Her phone dings, alerting her to take her birth control pill. She reaches inside her purse and pulls out the pink pack. She pops out one of the pills, places it in the palm of her hand. She grips her hands around the to-go mug, bringing it to her lips. He places his large hand over the top of the mug, "Maybe, you can stop taking them?" He's wanted to say something to her for a while but was unsure how to bring it up.
She glances up at him, her brown doe eyes pierce through him, "Fitz, are you sure? Are we ready? Are you ready?" She rambles.
"I'm not getting any younger." He admits.
She places the pill on the counter. A broad smile etches across her face, "Let me finish this pack and then we can start trying. Is that ok?"
He nods with a smile.
She takes the pill in her hand, grabs the mug in her hand. "What time are you coming to set?" She asks, walking to the door.
He shrugs. "I have to be there to tape the ending."
She winks and blows him a kiss before opening the door to leave.
She plops down inside the black SUV, twirls the pill through her fingers. Her hand drifts to her stomach unconsciously. He's right. They're not getting any younger. She's 34 and he's 41. She drops the pill in the side pocket of her purse. She rests her head on the headrest, whispers, "It won't happen on the first try anyway."
Olivia arrives at Sunset Tower studio, exiting the vehicle when it comes to a stop. She starts her day in hair and makeup and rushes to wardrobe with Lynnette.
Lynnette hangs up the outfit for Olivia's next scene. She places the shoes under the gray pant suit as Olivia rushes inside, "No need to rush. You're fine."
"Ok good." Olivia states, undressing. She's beaming and Lynnette is eyeing her suspiciously. "You seem very happy this afternoon."
Olivia smiles, "Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure." Lynnette states, handing her the outfit for her scene with Abby.
Olivia whispers, "We're going to start trying for a baby."
Lynnette squeals, "Really?"
"Yes, but please keep it a secret." Olivia states, pulling on a pair of gray dress pants.
"I will, Olivia. I'm so happy for the both of you." Lynnette states, glancing over the outfit, buttoning the suit jacket. "Perfect."
Olivia has her first scene with Abby. It's an easy scene. She nails it. She eases into the black actor chair with her name on it, flips through the rest of the script in her binder, noting the changes in red from Rhonda.
"What are you pondering?" Rhonda asks, plopping down in the chair next to her.
"I'm concerned about the last scene. Ben and Stella are ending their relationship? Why? They were in a good place."
"Ben and Stella are just characters, Olivia. I never intended the show to be a replica of the movie. This storyline needs to happen for Stella's journey. It's a good thing. You'll see. Would you be open to directing the finale? It would be a great edition to your resume. Think about it." Rhonda states.
Olivia closes the white binder on her lap, "Can I get back to you?"
"Sure! I need an answer before printing the finale script in a couple of hours." Rhonda states, easing out the chair, briskly walking off the set.
X
Olivia exits the set, needing a moment to collect her thoughts. She walks to her trailer, kick off her sneakers, sinking down on the couch. Her eyes close as soon as her head touches the soft cushion. Her eyes flutter open as she hears light tapping on the door, "Who is it?"
No answer.
She slides off the couch, opens the trailer door, slowly. She greets Fitz with a smile, steps back allowing him to enter the trailer. "How did you know I needed you?"
His lips fall to hers instantly, "I always know when you need me." She walks behind him, locking the door.
"I brought lunch." He states.
"Does lunch include you?" She asks.
He chuckles, "I brought you food." He places the bag on the small round table in front of the couch, opens it, pulling the contents out one by one.
She lifts the clear top off the salad, licks her lips, glaring in his direction, "You have something I want to taste."
He grins, "My goodness, Liv."
She giggles, "You should have put out my fire this morning."
He shakes his head, "Were you resting?"
"Yeah, trying to." She admits. "You look handsome."
"This is Ben's outfit for the final scene. I feel like we just started the show. I'm still pissed about the ending." He groans.
Olivia twists the cap off her bottled water, "I know."
Fitz runs his hands through his curls, "Rhonda wants ratings. I don't understand why she can't just keep the script the same as the movie."
Olivia shrugs, "Fitz, we have to trust Rhonda's process and the writing team."
"Fuck the process, Liv. You know I'm right! We've built a huge fan base with the show and we might lose them because of her flip flop writing." He booms.
Olivia crumples up the paper bag, waves her hands in the air, "I can't discuss this right now, Fitz. I need to be in the right head space to finish the episode in a few minutes. I'm directing the finale."
He leans his back against the wall, "What!"
She sighs. "Yes, Rhonda asked me earlier today and I accepted."
"I have to go." He states.
Olivia jumps up from the couch, blocks the door, "It's just a show, Fitz. Ben and Stella are characters. Olivia and Fitz are real. You come home to me. I come home to you. She can break them up all she wants. We are not them."
"It feels real, Liv." He murmurs.
She stands on her toes, pecks his lips, "I love you."
His arms wrap around her waist, tightly, "I love you, too." He drops his lips to her forehead, "I'll see you on set."
X
Olivia takes a few minutes to go over the script before leaving her trailer. She goes back to hair and make-up for a few touch ups and then back to wardrobe with Lynnette. Her heels pound loudly on the hard-wooden floor. She's in character mode and wants to get the scene done. She notices Fitz deep in a power nap, sitting on the couch in the makeshift apartment. She taps his knee, "They're ready for us."
His eyes open slowly, his mouth forms into a crooked smile. He positions himself on set. The director yells "Action." Olivia belts out her lines with intensity and force. Her last lines echo throughout the sound stage, "It's over. We're done Ben."
Her strong performance shocks him and sends chills down his spine. He's speechless and he forgets his lines. Olivia notices the somber look on his face,"Fitz." She whispers, trying to knock him out of his trance. Olivia waves her hand in the air, "I need a minute." She grabs his hand, pulls him over into a small corner, out of the view of the director and the rest of the cast. She rests her head on his chest, "Hold me." He immediately, wraps his arms around her waist, pulls her closely, until they are flushed together. She whispers, "It's just a show." He swallows hard, releases her from his hold. He walks back to the set and finishes the scene. The director yells, "Cut!"
Olivia undresses in the wardrobe department closet. Lynnette paces. She doesn't want to ask Olivia about the scene. She bites her nails as Olivia changes in the dressing room. Olivia emerges, "How was it?" Lynnette asks.
"It was hard." Olivia answers.
Lynnette hands her the white sweater she was wearing earlier, "Fitz wasn't too happy when he changed either."
"He said he's not live tweeting the episode. He hates it." Olivia shrugs. "I'll try to change his mind."
"I haven't seen the script for the finale. I hope it's not too bad." Lynnette states.
Olivia shakes her head, "I can't wait until the hiatus. Anyway, the cupcakes were delivered for the finale table read. I know how much you love red velvet. I made sure to order extra." Olivia states.
"Thanks Olivia. I'll make sure to get one." Lynette states.
Olivia checks her watch noting she has a few hours before the table read. She pulls out her phone as she exits the wardrobe department.
"Hi." A soft baritone voice whispers, stopping her in her tracks. She turns her head toward the sound of his voice.
"Hi!"
She glances around and notices the hallway is empty. Her body melts into his as he places sloppy wet kisses to her lips and neck. "Mmmmmm, you ready to make good on your promise?" She murmurs.
"Your trailer…NOW." He demands.
He grips her wrists, pulling her down the hall with his long strides, exiting the sound stage to the parking lot with the trailers. He slams the trailer door shut with his foot, locking it swiftly. Fitz topples over her as they crash down on the couch. He kisses every area of her skin that is bare. His eyes are a stormy gray, filled with lust and desire. She can tell he needs her desperately. Olivia tries to keep up with his pace, taking off her clothes, tossing them to the floor. He unbuckles his pants, drops them to the floor, revealing his thick, hard, length. Time is of the essence and he doesn't wait to glide inside her core. She moans at the contact, wraps her legs around his broad back, pushing him deeper.
"Open wider for me." He groans.
She drops her legs from his back, parting them wider. "That's it, sweet baby. I want you to feel every inch of me."
"Yesssss." She hisses, tugging on his curls.
He drives into her with fierce intensity, her back rubs against the couch as her head inches to the edge. She whimpers, "Fitz…Fitz. I want to get on top."
He flips them over, almost causing them to crash to the floor. He grips her tightly, tossing one of the pillows to the floor. "Fuck me, Olivia." He groans. She can't stop moving. She rides him hard and fast, feeling the pleasure building inside her. She lets out a soft cry. "Yes, fuck, me, baby." Fitz moans. He was straining beneath her, his hips lifting with hers, pushing his dick deeper, harder, inside her core. She could feel the sensations slamming through her, sending ripples up her spine. She lowers her head to his shoulder and loses all control. She bites and sucks at his skin, slamming her pussy on his thick, throbbing dick penetrating her, fucking inside her until she screams. She shudders, writhing, twisting against him from the pleasure of her orgasm. She feels him coming, hot spurt after spurt, filling her. Olivia rests her head in the crook of his neck. She tastes the salt from his sweat with each kiss. She whispers, "We just made a baby." His eyes close from exhaustion, "What did you say?" he mumbles. She keeps it to herself. She doesn't repeat it.
X
They rush out of the trailer, walking briskly to the set. "Shit, Fitz." Olivia states.
"Calm down, sweet baby. They won't start without us." He states.
They pause at the entrance to the studio. "How do I look?" Olivia asks.
He leans down to her ear, "Like I just fucked you senseless."
"Quite the opposite, Mr. Grant. You needed a nap." Olivia states, with a shimmy of her hips.
He opens the door, lightly tapping her on the ass. She turns to him before they enter the room, "Quick picture for the fans."
He nuzzles close to her as she snaps the picture on her phone. They walk inside the room looking for their name on the white place card that is on the table. Fitz sighs when he doesn't see his place card next to Olivia. The place card next to him is left blank signaling a special guest. Olivia sits next to Abby, twists the cap off her water bottle. She grabs the pencil from the table and begins to tap it on the table. She's nervous. No one knows that she is directing the episode. She is unsure what the episode will entail. She can feel her anxiety rising. Abby taps her shoulder, "You ok?"
"Yeah." She answers.
Abby leans closer to Olivia, "Any idea about the special guest?"
"No clue." Olivia responds.
Abby shakes her head, "I watched you and Fitz with the last scene, I could tell it was difficult. Rhonda has steered several shows in the wrong direction with her shock and awe bullshit. I hope she doesn't do the same thing with this show."
Olivia chuckles, "It remains to be seen."
Abby smirks, making her fingers in fake quotation marks, "Go team, Rhonda."
Olivia covers her mouth, stifling her laugh.
Two sets of heels click loudly down the hallway. Olivia feels her heart beating through her chest. The entire room goes silent as Rhonda and the special guest turn the corner, entering the room. Olivia slaps her hand over her mouth.
"Good day all," Rhonda states, distributing the scripts.
"Isn't that?" Abby asks.
"Yes, Abby. It's Melissa."
"Everyone please welcome Melissa Drew. As some of you know, Melissa appeared in the Broadway play with Fitzgerald. You can have a seat. I believe you're next to Fitz."
Melissa saunters to her seat. Olivia fixates her eyes on her, watching as she pulls out her chair. She eases down on the chair, scooting close to Fitz.
Melissa whispers, "It's so good to see you again, Fitz."