It was very early Monday morning. They laid in the bath tub for hours, she sat behind him with her legs wrapped around him in silence. Fitz only had hours left, he had a busy day ahead of him and had to leave early, so did Olivia.
"When's your flight to Mumbai?"
"7pm tonight."
"JFK right?"
"Yeah, Air India 15 hour flight nonstop."
"Wait, are you flying back to New York or driving?"
"No, I'm driving so I can drop my car at the garage, Harrison is going to be taking care of it while I'm gone."
"You mean joy riding and picking up girls in it," Fitz said with a chuckle.
"Oh absolutely and he's made no secret of it."
"You're keeping the apartment right?"
"Here? No."
"Don't give it up, I'll make the payments on it, it'll be nice to at least have your apartment here."
"Okay."
"And don't take all your clothes either, just leave some of your stuff so if I come here there'll be something with your scent on it."
"Okay weirdo."
Fitz ignored her jab.
"I'm gonna have the guards meet you at the airport tonight."
She spread some soap suds over his chest and shoulders. She was always so nurturing and attentive to him, he was going to miss it.
"I'm sorry about your back, I didn't mean to scratch you, I'm not a scratcher," she said as she inspected the scratch marks.
"I'll take your scratches any day of the week."
She chuckled.
"So Mumbai huh?" He asked.
She smiled.
"It's going to be so fun. I'll be in India for a week before I go to Bali, Dubai, Iran then it's off to Africa. I'm going to go see the Taj Mahal, I've been there before but it's so beautiful I have to go back."
"That all sounds fun but be careful in Iran please."
"Don't worry, I know, I'm gonna wear a hijab whenever I need to and I'll be with all the other doctors, they love us over there, well the people not the fighters but either way it's a great experience, the children are so funny and full of life, I wish you could experience the actual people over there and not just hear about the violence in intelligence reports. The food, the music, the culture- it's all very...magical."
She massaged his scalp with her hands.
"Is there any food out there that you don't like?"
"If it's out there, I haven't come across it yet," she said with a smile.
"Gerry's annoying ass will still be calling you for homework help, I'm sure."
She chuckled.
"He's so much smarter than he knows, I don't know why he doubts himself."
"I tell him that all the time but he ignores me, he's stubborn just like me I guess but he's a great kid and I just want to raise him right, raise him so he uses his wealth and privilege to make the world better. The last thing I want him to be is a rich dick who wears sweater vests and boat shoes."
Olivia chuckled.
"I think you're doing a great job and Gerry loves you and respects you for it. He was absolutely distraught at the hospital when you got shot, if only you could have seen the look on his face when he finally saw you after the surgery, you'd know just how much he adores you,"
"How bad was it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean when I was shot, how probable was it that I could have had serious brain damage?"
"Fitz you have to stop thinking about what could have happened, you survived, you are perfectly intact. Why are you asking about this anyways?"
"I was arguing with Mellie and she said something and I was wondering what the possibility of that happening was "
"What did she say?"
"Well it was a pretty vicious argument so we both said terrible things to each other,"
"Yeah but what did she say?"
"She said that she wished I had died or better yet she wished you weren't around to work on me so that I could've become brain dead and she would've gladly thrown me in a hospice and given me the divorce I've always wanted but I'm not innocent in the either, I told her I hated her fucking guts so…"
"I think she's got you beat, I'm pretty sure her wishing death on you is worse than you telling her you hate her."
He chuckled.
"This is random and I keep forgetting to ask you but if you had a son what would you name him?"
"Goku, Han Solo or maybe Spock, or probably even Voldemort, why?" She joked.
He laughed.
"Why are you so obsessed with these cartoons?"
"When I was a kid, I didn't exactly get to enjoy my childhood, I was busy studying thermoNuclear astrophysics, calculating the distance between stars for NASA and competing in physics Olympiads, I didn't get to fun things so once I got my freedom, I decided to do things that I liked, I watched cartoons and Disney movies, I read comic books and I dressed up and went to comic con, I did all the things I dreamed of doing when I was younger that my dad never allowed me to do."
"Your dad was pretty tough huh?"
"Pretty tough was an understatement."
"What happened between you two?"
"I don't like talking about it-"
"I shouldn't have asked, sorry."
She smiled.
"I was going to say I don't like talking about it but I want to tell you, you're the man I love Fitz, I like telling you things about myself just like I want to know everything about you."
He smiled and half turned so he could kiss her on the lips.
"So tell me about your dad?"
"Where do I begin, I'm going to redact somethings but uhm… He had his dreams of what I should do with my life and I had mine as you can imagine they were inherently different, he wanted me to be great but for him great didn't mean helping people or making the world a better place, great meant walking on the corpses of anyone who stood in your way to make it to the top. He was quite ruthless that way."
"He sounds a lot like my father."
"Gerry loves you but not in the way that he should. He sees you as an extension of himself and because of that, he's slightly obsessed you."
Fitz chuckled.
"Don't get me wrong, he's dangerous but just not to you, he's dangerous to anyone who he thinks will get in your way but you're safe from him."
She paused and ran the bath sponge across this chest.
"When I was younger, my dad was my hero. He pushed me hard, that never changed but you know when you're a kid, somehow your parents seem perfect and it isn't until you get older that you see their flaws. As I got older, I realized that the only reason he was pushing me so hard was because he was just weaponizing me to sell to the highest bidder."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You remember during World War Two, all the top scientists would have to be protected because every country was trying to kidnap each other's scientists so they could force them to build weapons."
"Yeah."
"What do you think a country like North Korea or Iran would do to get their hands on a scientist who could build from bombs capable of causing nuclear like damage without having to worry about enriching uranium and worry about hiding it from countries like the U.S. because it was undetectable. How much would they pay?"
"They'd pay billions but what does that have to do with you, you are a doctor, your field is medicine?"
"There have been savants that could remember the weather of any day for the past 50 years, ones that could draw, paint, ones that see the world in angles and numbers and measurements, ones that can build and ones that can play thousands of songs on the piano needing only to have heard it once but there has never been one like me who could do it all."
"Olivia what are you getting at?"
"I built a bomb?"
"What do you mean you built a bomb?"
She could see that he was waiting to hear her explanation before he had what could be an explosive reaction, she wasn't sure what he was thinking.
"When I was 16, my dad told me that he didn't think we were spending enough time together since my mother died so he wanted us to work on a project together. I was thrilled until until he told me what he wanted to work on. He said he wanted to build something that would matter, a new kind of weapon, he wanted me to build a bomb."
"Your father?"
"I said said no at first, I told him I wanted to do something fun, I wanted to build a robot or a computer but he was very manipulative and I was 16, he won. He said that it was a chance to prove myself to him, he said that building robots and computer weren't impressive enough because people who weren't as great as me could do that, he said I needed to make my mark and be unique and I was so desperate for his approval that I agreed."
"You are unique," Fitz interjected.
She was glad he was listening attentively instead of rushing to conclusions.
"Thank you," she said as she gave him a small kiss on the shoulder.
"The only problem is I didn't know anything about bombs so I read hundreds of books and research on thermonuclear astrophysics, combustion, metals, aerodynamics, propulsion and everything I could think of in regards to ingredients on how to build one and then I began drafting blueprints. I did the math, a considered the chemical components and the metals even the environmental impact, I had everything ready theoretically to build the bomb and a very small rocket to launch it. I tested chemicals and changed properties and blended until I created something new, something deadly but it was all on paper."
"Wait. What exactly did you create?"
"A new chemical compound, once it was detonated it had the ability to turn even tungsten to ash, I could blow a hole into a city, once the chemical attacked something it completely destroyed it. I didn't give the chemical a name, I didn't want to."
"Olivia why did you do that?"
"I was naive, I never thought that it was anymore than a project or maybe I kind of knew but I wanted to impress him so badly that I did it anyways. I presented it to him and I told him what it could do. He was proud, I had never seen him react that way to anything I had done before of course it was all theoretical until a month later he took me to a lab and told me to build it into a bomb for a test run. He said it was all theoretical and it would be a shame if I didn't test it to see what real damage it could do. He bought all the raw materials and I built it. I built a small remote control rocket, I put the chemical into a small container, just an ounce of it and then I added a small detonator, the chemical is so dense that scanners aren't able to penetrate it so if you had a jar of the chemical and dropped metal in it and then walked through a metal detector, the detector wouldn't be able to sense the metal inside the chemical, that was a bonus, my dad liked that. He took me to the middle of nowhere along with six men and a woman who at the time I didn't know it but they were there to see how well it worked and then place their bid. I flew the rocket into an empty warehouse filled with junk and dropped the chemical and detonated it."
"And what happened?" Asked Fitz.
"It was so much more dangerous than I had thought. It turned the entire warehouse and 250 feet of the forest around it into ash without a sound, it completely eviscerated everything and it was barely an ounce of fluid. It was quiet and it was deadly. His buyers of course, were absolutely amazed and started bidding immediately. Russia, America, Iran, North Korea, Japan, Germany and China were all bidding. He never told me who won the bid or for how much but he wanted me to create more but I couldn't, I couldn't create something that I knew had the potential to kill millions of people, that's not me even if I was a stupid kid. He tried to take my research but I wrote it in so many different languages and codes and really bad cursive that it wasn't exactly legible. After that, I wasn't his daughter, I was just someone standing between him and all the money and power that he craved. I destroyed the research but that didn't deter him considering the fact that it was all in my head, he tried buying the materials again and getting other scientist to try to build it but they didn't have the formula, they didn't know how, they didn't even know how I did it the first time."
"So there is no more of his chemical left? You never actually sold this bomb?"
"No, Mr. President, I had only made a sample and I used the entire sample in the test run. There is none left, not even a drop. After that, I never really spoke to my father, he told me I was worthless and pathetic and an embarrassment to him and he sent me back to school. Eventually I got a part job feeding ideas to a think tank research company, they paid me very handsomely, I was 18 at the time so as you can imagine, I was thrilled to be making my own money and not having to be supported by my dad."
"So that's why you hate him."
"He's a megalomaniac and a sociopath and from the minute he knew what I could do all he saw was a weapon to use to get money and power but I have to remember to thank him, if I ever see him again."
"Why?"
"If I didn't hate him so much and desperately wanted to prove that I didn't have to be a monster like him then I wouldn't have worked so hard to create the stem cell procedure."
"Thanks for telling me this,"
"Thanks for not freaking out about the whole bomb thing, not my proudest moment."
Fitz chuckled.
"Just don't let the republicans find out, they'd hang us both."
She laughed.
"They absolutely would."
"So, you can make bombs, what else can you do you terrorist?"
She laughed.
"Don't let anyone hear you say that."
"Sorry, but what else can you do? What are your talents?"
"Hmm my talents? Well I can do a perfect split. I can burp the alphabet but only after drinking a can of ginger ale. I can touch my head with my toe. I built a few robots but not high tech Artificial intelligence stuff. I'm a pretty good swimmer, I can draw and play instruments. When I was at Johns Hopkins, I met another savant who was musically talented, he had autism and couldn't speak but he did manage to teach me about 30 different compositions on the piano, all classical Mozart and Beethoven and Tchaikovsky."
Fitz chuckled.
"What are your talents, what do you like to do babe?" She asked.
"Let's see, I grew up in California in the 70's and 80's so of course I loved surfing, I still do, I just don't exactly get to do it anymore. I can play the guitar and the piano. I like golfing, sort of, I also like hiking, mountain climbing and skiing, anything that has to do with the outdoors."
"I love skiing and I learned to surf a few years ago in Hawaii even though the entire time I was afraid I was gonna get eaten by a shark, my instructor was hot though."
Fitz laughed loudly.
"What is your most prized possession? The one material thing you can't live without?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know, I don't have one thing. What about you? Let me guess, your necklace from Daniel?"
"Nope, my mom gave me a necklace when I was younger, I still have it and it's really the only thing I have from her."
"The cross pendant necklace you always wear?"
"You pay attention, I like that. What was it like having a Hollywood bombshell for a mom?"
Fitz smiled.
"When I was a kid she brought me everywhere, she took me to her movie sets and red carpet events, it was endless."
"She sounds wonderful, I've seen her movies, she was a great actress, she was hilarious."
"She was."
They were quiet for a while.
"Do you regret this?" He asked.
"Regret what?"
"You and me? I just want to make sure you're okay with everything?"
She smiled.
"I am happy okay, I am. You're wonderful and funny and most importantly you give me glorious orgasms."
Fitz laughed as she nipped his ear.
"Seriously, you make me feel things that I didn't know were possible and I'm a doctor, so think about that," she whispered.
"So I've been told multiple times," he said cockily.
She bit him on his shoulder.
"Ouch," he said with a chuckle.
"Mhm, that's what you get. It's time to wash off, we both have to leave soon."
"No, come on 10 more minutes," he protested.
"Yes, we have to go."
"Okay fine."
He stood up and then pulled her up as well. Fitz let the water out and turned on the shower then turned to face Olivia.
He held her face and kissed her under the shower.
"So, do you think you can manage another round?" he asked with a smirk.
She smiled.
"Can you?"
He leaned her against the wall and lifted her leg over his arm.
She stroked him to get him ready for her as he kissed her and gently rubbed circles around her clit to get her ready for him. He was careful not to be to forceful because he was sure she was sore from all the sex they'd had in the past 24 hours.
"Fitz, I'm ready for you baby, make love to me."
He opened her leg a little wider and Olivia angled her hips to prepare herself for his thrusts.
Fitz kept his eyes on her as entered her. He thrust back and forth in a slow steady rhythm. He could feel her tightening herself around him over and over again.
"Do you have any fucking idea how tight you are?"
She blushed as he continued to pump into her slowly and steady but with such a force that it was driving her insane. Much to her chagrin, she came way before Fitz and had to suffer through his cocky facial expressions and goading until he came as well, not that she didn't enjoy it, it was fun and funny and made her laugh and moan at the same time.
After they finished showering, they made their way out of the bathroom. Fitz went to get dressed and so did Olivia. Her hair was wet from the shower but she couldn't be bothered to blow dry it so she just wrapped it up with a towel and threw on some leggings and a sweater, something comfortable to drive for 4 hours in.
Fitz went into the kitchen to find something to eat but there was nothing, she had emptied out most of the food since no one would be there to eat it. They ordered takeout the day before, but that was finished as well.
"Hey livie?" he called from the kitchen, "I'm starving, is that cafe in the lobby open?"
"Fitz, it's like 4 in the morning, they don't open until 6."
"Damn it."
He walked back over the the living room and found her on the floor, going through her duffle bag.
"All you have is a duffle bag?"
"Yeah, I took most of my other stuff back when I went to on the 15th."
"Oh yeah right, I forgot."
He saw a garment bag on the floor.
"What's in the garment bag?"
"My dress for the awards ceremony."
"Can I see it?"
"Sure."
She opened the bag and pulled out the dress and held it up.
"Nice."
Olivia looked up at him.
"Nice?"
"Yea, it looks nice."
"Fitz, this is a Cushnie et Ochs couture dress, this fabric was imported from Italy, it's way more than nice."
"I'm sorry, I don't know anything at clothing, I just know that something looks nice."
"Who buys your clothes?"
"A personal shopper."
"I thought Mellie did."
"Nope, a personal shopper, I only know like 5 brands and that's only because that's where all my suits are from."
"Which ones."
"The regulars Ralph Lauren, Armani, Dolce and Gabbana, Brooks Brothers and Hugo Boss. I like my shoes from Salvatore Ferragamo, that's it."
"Yeah the usual rich white guy reliables."
"Shut up."
She smiled and rolled her eyes.
She finished sorting out the few things in her duffle bag. She left a box of her things as per Fitz's request.
"I'm gonna take these down to my car, I'll be back in a sec."
"I've never seen your car, can I come?"
"No, you can't. After getting away with as much as we did for the past two months, now is not the time to get caught."
"Come on, I'll throw your scarf over my face, let me come with you."
"Nope, absolutely not, I refuse."
Ten minutes later, Olivia was standing in the freight elevator heading down to the garage with two of Fitz's agents. She left Fitz in the apartment with his other guards while she went to drop her duffle in her car. It was quiet and all she could think about was the fact that she was sure his guards heard them having sex.
"Wow, well this is awkward," she said loudly.
Tom and Josh turned their faces and snickered.
After she dropped her things in her car, she headed back to her apartment and lounged around on the sofa with Fitz, bantering back and forth and before they knew it, it was time to leave.
"So this is it?" He asked.
"Yeah just for the next three months then I'll be back to you."
She stood up off the couch and so did Fitz. They were both already fully dressed, all Olivia needed to grab was her bag.
When she was all set, Fitz walked her to the door and stopped.
He lifted her into the air and hugged her tightly. He held on to her for a long time before letting her go.
"Please be careful Olivia, you are precious to me, you are important to me, I love you, so have fun and be safe okay."
She smiled.
"I love you too. I'm gonna miss you, I'm gonna miss your penis even more but that's besides the point."
He laughed and grabbed her face for a kiss.
"If this is what we're doing then I'm gonna miss you too and the otherworldly blow job you gave me yesterday, I mean seriously I thought it was gonna be a long three months before…"
She smiled.
"Yes we'll sit tight because when I come back, I'm gonna suck your dick so hard it's gonna bring tears to eyes."
Fitz raised his eyebrow.
"Wow, you are just an unapologetic tease aren't you."
"I wouldn't be me if I didn't make these next three months for you absolute hell."
He smiled and kissed her again and again and again and then hugged her one last time.
"Goodbye Livie."
She smiled.
"Goodbye Fitz."