Bang! Bang! {Part XV}

The 'American Wedding' obsession swept across the globe via every major network, cable outlet, AM and FM radio stations; social media platforms broke over the smallest detail and the anticipated viewer calculation remained impossible to estimate. James Novak became an overnight media darling due to his exclusive access. He used his new status to secure executive producer credit, an extended contract and a financial package that secured his family's future. He began the week with a half an hour special showcasing still photographs of the future First Family whether in their official capacity or behind the scenes that inspired individuals regardless of gender, sexual orientation, income level, education or age. He spliced the photos with commentary from citizens across the globe:

As an interracial couple we have never felt so validated…Representation matters and watching an African American woman wield power unapologetically helped me decide to complete my Master's…His policies as well as his individual choices continue to redefine masculinity…Instead of the challenges for blended families; now we can celebrate the benefits


Fitz raised voice carries across the bedroom from the closet where he strips down to black boxer briefs too tired from an exhausting day to do more than fall into bed, "I do not see the point of moving into Blair House. Who on this planet or any planet does not know we live together in the White House. If you ask me this is a right wing cock block," he complains.

Her shoulders raise and her head falls back before she erupts in laughter, "President Horn Dog, we bucked every single tradition…we had to give them something."

He strides toward the bed before crawling across the mattress to straddle her reclined body, "I offered to retrieve the garter belt…that's traditional," he reminds her by sliding his hand up her thigh to rest before the curve of her ass.

She attempts to regulate her breaths, "First, you under my dress in public would definitely require the censors to work overtime…need I remind you we are not having a reception. Try again."

"I have something else I want to try," he states before capturing her mouth in a sensual kiss.


Gerry knocks on Abby's office door with Karen by his side. "Whoever is extending my never ending day better have a bottle in their hand…and I do mean hard, black out, make you complete illegal acts liquor," she shouts. Karen and Gerry's head snap toward each other before screaming in laughter. She is my favorite…if only the public knew the truth. "Shit…get in here," she commands, "Why are you in my office at this hour anyway?"

Karen pushes against Gerry's shoulder moving them into her office. "We, uh…need your help preparing for the live interview," he explains.

"We don't want to mess anything up. What should we wear? Do you have talking points or something," she clarifies.

Abby stops sorting folders and looks up at the teenagers. She has never seen them more sincere, scared and vulnerable. "Why do you think you are going to mess anything up?"

"A live interview could have surprise questions…Plus, Liv use to prepare us during the campaign. Why would this be different?" they speak over each other.

Abby gestures for them to sit in the chairs situated around the medium sized conference table. What are they hiding? "You cannot con me. Why are you really here?"

"Fine, Mom will sabotage and we can block a lot."

"We also know about the whisper campaign. We go to school with the knuckle-draggers' kids."

"Yeah…you all keep trying to protect us…We appreciate it but at this point we choose to gladiate like everybody else," they state emphatically.


Canon AU Wedding Re-Purposed

An army of staff transformed the National Cathedral to reflect the White House Rose Garden. Olivia stands before a full body mirror adjusting the sheer fabric of her veil for the tenth time. Huck fidgets with the collar of his tuxedo anxious to exercise his solemn responsibility to walk her down the aisle to a man he respects.

You are all I need to get by…I took one look at you…you were my destiny…

"I, Olivia Carolyn Pope, take you…"

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III to be my lawful wedded wife…"

"For richer or poorer…"

"In sickness and health…"

"'Til death do we part," they speak in unison.

The non-denomination pastor pronounces the ultimate power couple husband and wife. After several loving, passionate kisses Fitz raises their joined hands in triumph. The wedding party of Abby, Karen, Harrison and Gerry smile proudly at the deliriously happy couple. The President and the First Lady of the United States of America make their way down the lengthy center aisle.

The waiting crowd erupts into cheers once they arrive outside at the top of the church steps. Behind the security barriers on both sides of the street citizens from all walks of life line the sidewalks for miles to bear witness to the joining of the historic couple. Vendors hawk merchandise: tiaras, veils, faux bouquets and boutonnieres. People wave signs: Congratulations! At Last! Olitz! First Family!

Fitz and Olivia are steps away from the Presidential limousine, "Want to make some history?" she questions.

"Why do I have a feeling we are getting ready to give Secret Service a stroke," he replies.

"Screw 'em…they can rest while we honeymoon."

"Let's do it," he replies with a mischievous crooked smile.

Never releasing his hand she dashes across the street to greet a rambunctious group of well wishers. Once she gets close enough she tosses her bouquet into a gaggle of LGBTQ teens. The young man wearing the tight, pink t-shirt emblazoned with 'Wifey' in sequins leaps in front of the others and squeals in delight after securing the treasured prize. Fitz leans forward and kisses the bouquet recipient on the cheek. The young man gasps, "Yaass Gawd!" before performing a dramatic death drop.

Agent Larson glares at the approaching couple while the rest of the security detail jogs alongside scrambling to keep up with the impetuous break in protocol. "In the vehicle…now," he grits from a clenched jaw. They are never going to behave.


Vermont is for Lovers re-purposed

Marine One lands on the large expanse of acreage at the back of the property. Fitz sweeps Olivia, still glowing in her pristine wedding gown, into his arms delivering her across the threshold. "Wow…how did you find this bed and breakfast?"

He lowers her to the ground watching her twirl taking in the massive room and the warmth from the fire in the large fireplace. "It is a beautiful house…new, but built to last…there is a green house off the kitchen. The stone is from a local quarry," she interrupts.

Her eyes fill with love, "How do you know this?"

He moves closer pulling her body flush against his hard chest, "When the only part left of us was hope I bought the land and had the house built. This house is yours…ours. This is us living the dream."

Olivia's soft hands caress his face before placing her fingers through his lush chestnut curls. She kisses him with all the passion in her heart. "I assume there are lots of bedrooms…for kids…a nursery for babies," she asks once they pull apart to breathe. He smiles wide nodding enthusiastically. Her hand slides across his shoulder and down his arm to entwine their fingers.

"Mrs. Grant, are you trying to get pregnant?" She nods walking backwards moving them further into their home. "Consider it handled."