A/N- There's an anonymous guest who comments really rude, non-constructive things on some chapters, since I can't write to you personally because you are a guest, I'll do it here. I'm asking you nicely to stop, if you hate it so much, don't read. This guest thinks Olivia shouldn't blush because she's black, which I think is just an effort to dehumanize and defeminize female black characters, everyone can blush, reacting with embarrassment or shyness at a compliment isn't something black or darker toned women are impervious to, it just depends on the skintone of said woman (or man) as to whether or not it is visible on their skin. Sorry about the rant, sending love to all the other readers who comment whether glowing or critical but do so respectfully. Xoxo.
Sorry about the chapter 62 mishap, I was reviewing past chapters and meant to update a chapter but accidentally posted an old chapter as 62.
One and a half weeks later.
Olivia stood in the closet with Fitz going over her dress options for the Nobel awards ceremony that was in two days. She had cut her choices down to two dresses but she loved them so much that she still couldn't choose. The dress code was very formal, Fitz was required to wear a white bow tie and a tux with a tailcoat, Olivia was required to wear a gown for which she had two but couldn't decide. They were set to leave for Oslo, Norway the next afternoon, they usually gave the physics prize in Stockholm but since she won both and couldn't be at both ceremonies, they were going to join the ceremonies as a courtesy to her. The king of Norway invited them to stay at the palace during the course of their trip and that was exciting and terrifying all on it's own.
Olivia stood staring at her dresses and Fitz was a few feet back, staring at her.
"You'll look great in both, but baby, that blue one is really nice."
"Yeah, I like the blue too," Olivia sighed, " blue it is," she paused, "but the other one is so nice too- no- stop it Olivia the blue one is better, you're wearing the blue."
Fitz stood behind her laughing at her indecisiveness. He walked up to her and wrapped his hands around her.
"This is going to be your first trip out of the country since you came back, are you sure you're okay."
"The way I see it, next to you is the safest place I can be with all your guards and what not and we'll be at the royal palace that also has a lot of guards, I'm trying to be logical and not let fear control me so, I think I will be fine, it will be a great trip."
Fitz kissed her forehead.
"Good, now on to the second question: are you pregnant yet?"
"I don't know," she said as she laughed, "it's only been two weeks."
He lifted her in the air.
"Oh god, I can't wait," he said excitedly.
She leaned down and kissed him, "me too."
The next day.
After a 10 hour flight, they arrived at the Royal Palace in Oslo in the morning of the awards ceremony. When they arrived, they were greeted by the King and Queen. They were dressed so formally that Olivia silently congratulated herself for wearing a rather formal outfit consisting of Brandon Maxwell black wide leg pants, a fuzzy white Burberry cashmere sweater underneath and black longline blazer to match her pants and black Christian Louboutin boots underneath. It was cold so she wore a huge black Balenciaga faux fox fur stole wrapped around her shoulders. She wore small diamond knobs and had her hair neatly wrapped up and makeup exquisitely done to hide how tired she was, that was thanks to Carson and Tucker who she brought along for the trip.
Olivia smiled politely as she took her final steps and stopped in front of the king and queen.
The king uttered something in norwegian and a man standing as translator said the equivalent in english, greeting both Fitz and Olivia. Fitz smiled and thanked the king for his hospitality and they shook hands. The queen turned to Olivia and said something in Norwegian, before the translator could respond, Olivia answered in norwegian, thanking the queen for congratulating them on their engagement. The king and queen smiled and took turns giving her a dainty kiss on the cheek. They chatted for a few minutes, Olivia translated the conversation between the group before the queen escorted them to the guest wing of the palace and showed them to their quarter.
The bedroom was what anyone would imagine a bedroom in a palace would resemble. It was huge with a high ceiling, well decorated with gilded patterns covering the walls and ceilings, gold, cushioned chairs and lavishly carpeted floors, a huge chandelier in the ceiling and a huge bed with an extravagant canopy over the bed.
"Wow," was all Olivia could say to herself as she stared.
The queen left shortly after leaving them alone.
Olivia immediately plopped down on the bed and closed her eyes.
"I just want like an hour of sleep and I'll be able to function," she said lazily.
Fitz smiled.
"Well move over because I need sleep too."
She scooted to the right and gave Fitz space to lay beside her.
"I shouldn't sleep with my makeup on but I'm going to."
Fitz chuckled and pulled her closer and the both fell asleep moments later.
Around 4pm, Olivia woke up, the award ceremony was at 8, they would be meeting the king and queen at 6:30 to ride together to the event.
Olivia sat up and yawned and finally pulled off her blazer. Her four hours of sleep felt like 4 minutes.
She looked over to Fitz who was pacing in his robe with wet hair from a fresh shower and talking on the phone, she felt sorry for him because she was sure he got less sleep that she did.
She got up and walked over to her luggage in the middle of the room and opened it, pulled out her seamless nude panties and her bag of toiletries and then headed to the bathroom to bathe. Half hour later, she stepped out of her steamy bath and wrapped herself in the robe that was already in the bathroom and then went out to meet Fitz who was laying on the bed.
"What's up daddy cakes?"
Fitz chuckled.
"Nothing, I was just working out some issues with Cy."
She laid beside him and rested her head on his chest.
"Tucker and Carson should be getting here at 5, we have twenty minutes, do you want to make out, actually no, we probably shouldn't, I'm just gonna wanna have sex and we don't have enough time."
"We have more than enough time for a quickie."
"No, what if they're recording us."
"Secret service swept the room, we're fine."
He shifted his body so he was laying behind her, he scooped one arm under her and wrapped it around her waist and kissed her shoulder then neck then cheek.
She giggled, "Fitz stop, we have to behave, we can't just have sex everywhere we go."
Fitz kissed her neck again.
"Tell me you don't want it," he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and bit her lip, "now you know I can't say that, that would be a lie."
Fitz chuckled and tugged on the bow on her robe, allowing it to fall open.
There was no time for foreplay but he couldn't help himself, he grabbed her breasts tenderly but with purpose, kissing her as he pinched her nipples. He quickly untied his robe, he could tell Olivia was a little conscious because she pulled the blanket over them both, she hated having sex covered by blankets, she told him she liked to look at him while they did it.
She turned around and smiled at him, "we have really quick okay, and quiet," she said with a chuckle.
He kissed her neck and laughed, "let's see."
They were both laying in their side, Olivia had her back against his chest and Fitz had his arm tucked under her body and wrapped around her waist. He used one hand to pull of her panties and then he lifted one of her legs in the air. He rubbed saliva on his tip and then entered her slowly. Olivia found his hand and intertwined their fingers tightly and turned her head back slightly so she could kiss him as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
"Mmm nice and slow baby, just like that," she whispered breathily.
"That's what you like?" Fitz whispered as he nibbled on her ear.
"Yesss baby that's what I like."
She moved her hand that had been clawing into the sheets and grabbed her breast.
There was a knock on the door.
"Olivia, it's Tucker and Carson, we're here to get you beautified, open up," they called out.
"No- they're early," she choked out.
Fitz held onto her tighter and continued as if he had no intention of stopping.
"Wait- Fitz...stop," she moaned softly.
"No."
"Fitz-"
"No, make them wait."
"Olivia?" They called as they knocked the door again.
She could feel her orgasm close as Fitz went slowly, deliberately and as deep as he could.
"I'm cuming," she screamed.
"Okay, we'll wait, don't rush, we're early," they called from outside.
If she wasn't so caught up in excitement of sex, she'd laugh at the fact that they thought she meant she was coming to the door, when she really meant she was coming to an orgasm.
Just a few seconds later, her orgasm rippled through her body and she buried her face in the soft Egyptian cotton sheets. Fitz came seconds later, holding her tight as he emptied himself inside her.
She took a breath and quickly got up, she checked herself in the mirror before she ran to the door and cracked it open, barely peeking out.
"Fitz is on a really important phone call, can you just give us like... I don't know, maybe 10 minutes."
She heard Fitz chuckling softly from the bed.
"Sure, no problem, we'll be right back, they told us they had food in the dining room so I guess we'll go grab some stuff, do you want us to bring you anything back."
"Yes, bring everything, I'm starving."
"Okay, we'll be right back."
"Thank you guys."
Olivia closed the door quickly and walked back over to Fitz who seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing in the bed. She took one of the pillow and hit him.
"Not funny."
He smirked and pulled her on top of him.
"Satisfy my curiosity, when you screamed you were coming, did you mean to the door or to an orgasm?"
Olivia smiled.
"Maybe a bit of both."
"That was iconic."
"Shut up and stop making fun of me and help me clean up, I have your cum running down my legs."
He stood up and then swept her up in his arms.
"Okay, let's go."
He grabbed her underwear from off the bed and they went to the bathroom and cleaned themselves up. By the time they got out, Tucker and Carson returned and knocked again and this time Olivia let them it. She was still wearing her robe but Fitz had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. Tucker walked in with plates of fancy, scrumptious looking hors d'oeuvres and Carson had suitcases of hair tools and makeup.
She sat in her chair and ate as she waited for them to set up. Fitz stood in front of her eating from her plate until the guys were finished setting up.
"So we're thinking soft Hollywood curls with a side part," said Tucker.
"Let's do it," she said with a smile.
As Tucker parted her hair out and styled it, Carson did her makeup. Almost an hour later, Olivia was done. Tucker, styled Fitz's hair as well. Tucker took her dress out of the garment bag and helped Olivia into it.
A pretty, metallic, dusty blue, matte, duchesse satin dress, it had a fitted bodice that had a small v plunge cut at the straight neckline with no straps. It fit like a glove from her bust down to her thigh and then the soft satin fabric flowed to the ground and formed a circular train stretching out two feet behind her. Under the satin train was a short layer a charmeuse silk lace fabric that stretched out just an inch further than the train to give it a pretty effect as if moved. It had a very old Hollywood glamour to it so her hair and soft makeup worked perfectly.
"Guys can you give us a sec, let me help Fitz get dressed."
"Yeah sure, we'll come back in 5 minutes."
They left while Olivia helped Fitz get dressed in his tux.
"Where the hell did you find this dress, it's gorgeous."
She blushed.
"Don't act like you haven't seen it before."
"Yeah but you didn't have it on, it's amazing, look at your ass, it just won't quit."
"It's not too tight, is it," she said as she fixed his bow tie.
"It's like second skin, it fits perfect."
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
She kissed him and then wiped the lip gloss of his lips.
"Guys you can come in now," she called out.
Tucker and Carson opened the door and walked in from the hallway. The helped her out on her diamond knobs and necklace and threw her white fur stole over her arms. Tucker helped her strap her white Manolo Blahnik heeled sandals on, they were hidden under her dress so she kept them simple. She turned so Fitz could see her.
"How do I look?"
"Perfect," he said with a smile.
Fitz checked his watch, "I think it's time for us to go meet the king and queen, we wouldn't want to be late to your award ceremony."
"Okay," she turned to Tucker and Carson, "thank you guys so much."
"You're welcome sweetie, I'm getting serious Marilyn Monroe on the red carpet vibes from you right now, you look great," said Tucker.
"Yes honey, you look amazing," said Carson.
"Thanks."
Tucker and Carson left first to go back to their hotel, the staff that flew with them in AF1 stayed at a nearby hotel. Olivia and Fitz left to meet the king and queen shortly after and then they travelled to the Nobel ceremony together.
It was different from what Olivia expected. There were monarchs, heads of state from neighboring countries, oligarchs and the top members of respective science, math, language and humanitarian fields from all over the world. There was a banquet at first, they ate, laughed, chatted, Fitz was excellent at mingling and everyone in the room wanted to mingle with him but he somehow managed to keep the spotlight on her. He wouldn't stop raving about how great she looked and how brilliant she was to the point where it made her uncomfortable but in a good way. After the banquet, they headed to the stage. They sat across from the king and queen. A few people, some of whom she was familiar with, others she wasn't, gave glowing speeches about her and the work she was doing. The ceremony didn't last long, the king awarded her with both medals and certificates.
As she stood on stage beside the king and queen, holding up her medals while the photographers and guests alike took thousands of pictures of her, she looked over to Fitz. He was standing up with the widest, most gorgeous smile on his face, applauding her, more emphatically than anyone else.
She smiled at him, "I love you," she mouthed.
"I love you too," he mouthed back.
The ceremony concluded soon after, they mingle a while longer. They let the photographers take a few picture of them posed together though they had many from the night.
After the awards ceremony, they headed back to the palace where they slept for the night, early the next morning, they headed back to the states. They reached the white house residence a little after 11pm. They were both exhausted and immediately stripped down and got in bed, cuddling each other tightly.
"I'm exhausted and we're only two weeks into December, what's next," Olivia asked.
"White House Christmas party is coming up and then on the 23rd, we go on vacation."
"I can't wait, vacation in Aspen, hot chocolate, cuddling by the fireplace, we definitely have to go skiing, I'm so excited."
Fitz smiled.
"Really, aren't you excited about your first late night tv show interview, Seth Sinclair, that's a big deal."
"I'm nervous, I don't know why I made you convince me to do it."
"I know Seth Sinclair, I've been on his show plenty of times, he's great, he's not out to get you, I think you'll have fun."
She smiled.
"I hope so."
The next night, Olivia was found herself in Los Angeles, waiting backstage for Seth Sinclair to call her onstage. She had her hair pin straight and parted down the middle, flowing down her back and tucked behind her ears. She wore the dusty pink tweed Chanel cropped jacket and a line skirt that reached her mid thigh, under the jacket she wore a white underpinning. She paired it with white Christian Louboutin pumps and a gold chanel necklace and iconic double 'C' knob earrings. It was a fun and sexy twist on the more classic conservative Chanel suit, short but not too short, sexy but not too sexy.
"Please welcome to the stage, dr. Olivia Pope."
The was her cue, she walked nervously out to the stage and waved to the crowd as they cheered her on and then took a seat on the couch.
"Wow, you're very pretty in person, very attractive."
Olivia chuckled.
"Pictures, you know, who knew they could be reliable," she joked.
Seth laughed.
"Wow, she's funny too, what's going on here, you tryna take my job."
"No, no, no," Olivia said with a smile.
"Okay, so first of all, I wanted to congratulate you on your Nobel awards, first person in history to win two awards at the same time."
The crowd applauded.
"Thank you," Olivia said with a smile.
"I actually have a problem with you," Seth said.
"Oh my, what did I do?"
"I had my producers do a little oppo on you, and I mean, we found some pretty amazing things, the things you can do, which I honestly think are a little overblown, just a little so I'm gonna show you that well, you aren't that special, I can do all the things you can do and more."
Olivia laughed.
"I wish you all the best Seth, I really hope you beat me."
"I think you're being sarcastic, I can't tell, see she's so smart, you can't even tell if she's being sarcastic or not."
Olivia laughed.
"I'm not, I'm not, I really do wish you the best."
"See, she's doing it again. So wait, before we get to our game let me ask you this, how is president Grant doing, he hasn't been giving me much material to make fun of lately so I'm not very happy with him right now."
Olivia laughed.
"I was actually really nervous about coming here but he told me you were great and also I think you do a pretty great job of making fun of him, you save me from having to do it myself, I'll try to like trip him in public next time we're out, to give you something to work with- what am I talking about, of course not, he's too amazing, do you guy know how amazing he is, that's a serious question."
Seth laughed, so did the audience.
"Yes, well he did win the last election so I think we kind of have an idea but look here," he pulled out a list from the papers he was reading, "okay, so I have a list here, let's see: you can write with both hands, that's not true, you can do really hard math problems in your head, I don't believe that."
Olivia held her stomach and laughed.
"How many languages do you speak? Because right here it says 15, you can do better than that."
"Well, actually, they asked me that question when I was 14, that's how many l I knew at 14."
"How many do you know now?"
"Well at this moment, 42, although not all of them are languages that are currently spoken, 10 are dead languages."
"What's a dead language?"
"A dead language is a language no longer spoken in everyday use."
"Show off, if no one speaks them, why do you need to know them."
"So I can read ancient poetry and literature and hieroglyphics and stuff, it's really interesting stuff."
"So which dead languages do you know?"
"So there's, old Norse, which like Viking language, Akkadian the language of ancient Mesopotamia, which is also what cuneiform is scripted in, Biblical Hebrew because I wanted to read the bible in it's original form, Coptic, Aramaic, old Sanskrit which is a tricky one because they are a few villages in India that speak Sanskrit but in a modern form, language have a way of evolving into someone entirely different, I also speak Ancient Egyptian, Ancient Greek and Latin."
"Say something in Aramaic."
Olivia uttered something in the language.
"What does that mean?"
"If only you spoke Aramaic," Olivia said with a smile.
"Well, I do so… Thank you for that."
Olivia chuckled and shook her head.
"Okay we'll stick around, after the break we're going to test how smart she really is."
Olivia always wondered what happened after they went to commercial break, apparently Seth told jokes to the crowd. She could see them setting up props for whatever game they were going to play after the commercial break.
"Alright we're back, so I'm here with Dr. Olivia Pope and we're going to play a game."
Seth stood up from his seat and brought her over to the side of the stage with the props. There were two chalkboards, both were blank.
Once Seth got to the board, he flipped them both revealing math equations, one very complex and one very simple.
"Okay so, we have two equations, obviously mine it harder."
Olivia chuckled.
"I had a professor from Columbia write this equation, I told him to write the hardest equation he could think up and this is what he came up with for you, so have at it, I'll do my equation."
Olivia's equation was complex and was spread out across the entire board but she took one look and already she knew the answer. Seth's equation read: 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9*2.
They both stepped up to the board and Olivia wrote her answer as Seth began counting. She placed the chalk down and stepped back.
"Done."
"What?"
"By the way Seth, I think the answer your looking for 90."
"I knew that and okay, since you wanna play hardball, let's go."
He flipped the board back to the blank side.
"I heard your ambidextrous, which for the people who don't know what that means, it means you can write with both your left and right hand, so let play a game, we both going to draw something on this board, using both hands at the same time, we set the clock to 2 minutes, whoever has the best picture afterwards, wins. You ready?"
"Let's do it," Olivia said with a smile.
"Okay, 3,2,1… Go."
They both began drawing the board, Olivia decided to sketch a picture of Seth, one piece of chalk in her left and one in her right, the used both hands at the same time to sketch the picture which was coming out as a very apt, Seth however, to no one's surprise, struggled. As they both drew their pictures, Seth tried erasing Olivia's off the board as she drew it to give himself and advantage.
"Done," Olivia said a few seconds before the time went off.
Seth stopped and stepped back to look at her picture of him.
"Wow, it looks more handsome than me."
Olivia chuckled.
"I guess I don't have to ask the crowd who won, alright thank you for being here tonight and congratulations again on your Nobel awards, it's obvious you deserved it. Merry Christmas, we'll be right back after this break."
Olivia smiled and waved to the crowd and then headed off stage back to her dressing room. Once she got stepped in her dressing room, her assistant Sienna who she had brought along for the trip handed her, her vibrating phone. She answered immediately.
"How was it?"
"You did great, you were funny."
Olivia slipped off her heels and put on a pair of flip flops.
"Thanks, I was nervous at first but you're right, he's nice."
"I told you," Fitz said with a chuckle, "you're leaving now right."
"Yes, I have a surgery in New York."
"What, you didn't tell me that."
"Yes, I did, you always pretend I don't, hoping I'll feel bad and not go."
Fitz chuckled.
"Okay, fine, I did know but hurry and come back, I miss you already, I'm laying I bed all by myself and all I can think of is how much I want to have sex with you and lick your vagina and suffocate myself I between your boobs. I'd die happy."
She laughed.
"You're so funny, well it's just one day, when I fly back we can get back to all the," Olivia looked around and noticed she had an audience, Tucker, Carson, Sienna, so she whispered, "baby making."
Fitz chuckled.
"You're with people?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, call me when you get in the plane, I'll be up."
"What are you working on?"
"I wasn't working on anything per se, I was just reading this really funny book."
"Aww, okay well tell me all about it when I call you later, I love you okay, bye."
"I love you too sweetie, bye."