"Alright, folks, let's get this going. Goal is three takes each segment. Let's not fuck it up."
"Language, Cy!"
Annalise Keating's powerful alto exclaimed, correcting her right hand man.
Cyrus Beene was grouchier than usual, but the dynamic duo of Grant and Pope would not let his attitude ruin the assignment — various segments that would be used during the week leading up to Christmas.
The two walked on stage, donning decorative antlers and holding signs with festive greetings.
"You look decent," she muttered under her breath, still facing the camera.
Fitz nudged her arm. "Shhh. But by the way, beautiful as always."
"Okay, in five, four, three…"
"From all of us at the station, Merry Christmas!"
"Happy Hanukkah!"
"Happy Kwanzaa!"
"Happy Holidays," they both exclaimed.
After making eye contact, Fitz turned to the camera, adding, "And a Happy New Year."
"Cut! On to the next one."
Five minutes later, Olivia was reading a couple lines from a famous holiday poem.
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature stirring…"
Fitz interjected, "Not even Liv Pope!"
Olivia slammed the book shut, giving him a side eye. But then they started laughing.
"Unlike my cohost, don't let anyone interrupt the holidays for you," she commented, facing the camera, a grin crossing her face.
"Happy holidays!"
"Cut!"
As the staff busied about, the subjects moved their attention to each other.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Holiday party with friends," he replied, sticking one hand in his pocket. "You?"
"A quiet evening with my dog."
"You got a dog?"
"Mmhmm," she answered, fixing her skirt.
He knew she was fibbing.
"You would have told me."
"Please," she scoffed, "Who says I need to tell you everything?"
Fitz leaned into her, his lips ghosting her ear and the back of her neck. "You tell me lots, especially when I—"
Olivia cleared her throat, while Cyrus asked everyone to prepare for one more scene.
"And action!"
"Sleigh bells ring," Fitz crooned, rocking back and forth.
Olivia swayed to his rendition, allowing him to take her hand, so they could dance for a few seconds.
"From all of us at Morning Live, enjoy your warm winter wonderland in our Nation's capital!"
Fitz smiled at Olivia, then winked at the camera.
"Cut!"
Cyrus rubbed his forehead, whispered something to Annalise. The boss stood from her chair, smiling from ear to ear.
"That's a wrap!"
Olivia carefully removed the antlers, feeling quite silly to have them on, but anything to help the show.
She gave the props to an assistant, but before she left, he was standing next to her.
"Meet me in our spot in ten minutes."
Their spot was a vacant room a floor below them. Right before their call at 8:45, if they hadn't been with each other the night before, they'd visit the space, exchange a few flirtatious words before nearly ruining their pressed clothes, with kisses and a little more touching than anyone would need to see before noon.
Olivia smartly declined. "Nope. When you can just see me at your next location. Okay, Annalise, thank you, see you next week!"
She left Fitz, with a jaw dropped.
A few days later, at the start of the holiday break, in his living room, they were participating in soft kisses and cuddles after a busy day.
Olivia barely crossed the threshold when Fitz took her, lifting her, pressing her against the wall.
"My goodness," she gasped.
"You shut me down the other day. I had to get back at you."
"You did too much back there, Fitz," Olivia complained, using her abs, glutes, and thighs, to keep herself level. "You're going to get us in trouble."
"That's not my problem that I can't control myself around you."
"What about our promise a few months ago?"
Fitz nipped her jaw, trying to silence her. "Pope, I'm working." Then, he returned to tugging on her lips, driving his tongue into her mouth.
A few minutes later, they were on the couch, grinding on each other, with kisses that were a tad sloppy and wet. They couldn't get enough of all the energy they brought.
In the background, they heard familiar voices.
"From our family at the station…"
She lifted her head, rolling off of Fitz's thighs. He groaned, annoyed by the small inconvenience.
"Shut it off, Liv."
"Why," she laughed.
"We were in the middle of something. I was too busy kissing you."
Olivia pointed at their images and teased, "We look good on the screen. Don't you agree?"
"I doubt you want to hear yourself while you're making out with your guy. I know I don't."
She shifted her eyes towards him, with her cheeks rising.
"How about I make it up to you in the other room?"
Delicately, she unbuttoned his shirt, lowering her head to kiss his skin with hair covering his tender spots.
Fitz hummed, stroking his finger on her cheek. "Livvie…girl..."
Cupping his groin, she whispered. "Meet me in our spot in one minute."
He met her there in thirty seconds.
After seducing her man, with laughs, and sweet whispers, riding him to completion, she snuggled in bed with him.
"Thank you," he mumbled, rubbing his nose on her neck.
"Soo…"
"Yes?"
Olivia sat up, putting her shirt back on. "I have a surprise for you. Come to my apartment when you have time."
She rushed to her place, turning on the light switch. Her living room was glowing with Christmas lights.
When Fitz knocked on the door, she was ready.
"Hey."
"Hi."
He admired the holiday spirit throughout the rooms.
"What's going on?"
Olivia bit her lip, taking his hand, leading him to the Christmas tree.
"Livvie…"
"Wanna make this official," she asked, looking at him with her expressive doe eyes.
Fitz couldn't help but smile big and wide. "Absolutely. Thought you'd never ask, beautiful. What a surprise."
"Good," Olivia looped her arms over his neck. "I knew you'd say yes."
The next kiss they shared was under the mistletoe, cleverly placed by the lady of the house, creating new holiday memories.
Merry Christmas, y'all! Xo