Well I am posting this chapter quicker than I thought and originally planned, but I wanted to get this chapter posted sooner rather than later because I will be starting graduate school and there is no telling as to when I will be able to post again. But know I am thinking about this story and you all. Hopefully you won't have to wait too long for the next chapter.
Until Next time
Muse XoXo
Previously:
Then suddenly without answer, Olivia is wrapped in Fitz's arms. Gentle, yet so strong it almost feels like wings are embracing her, and she clings back to him with equal force because it is the most natural thing she has done. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, drowning in the warmth of his touch and the intensity of finally knowing what home could possibly feel like.
She swallows back the lump in her throat, not able to comprehend how much the small touch of sincerity means to her. That someone genuinely cares about her life and her well-being. Out of all the men in her life that have come and gone, none have managed to penetrate Olivia's tough skin the way Fitz already has.
Fitz gently takes Olivia's hand, his thumb soothing over Olivia's palm as he gently smiles at her. "You ready to go?"
Looking at the most vibrant blue eyes Olivia nods "I'm ready."
X
"My place tonight?"
"I'm finally invited to Olivia Pope's casa?"
A giggle escapes her lips "you've always been invited, but you never asked to come over."
"Oh so I have to ask?"
"That's how it goes." Olivia takes a sip of her tea.
"How's work?" Olivia inquires
"Oh, I love the kids Liv, they are amazing. And guess what?"
"What?"
"It's spirit week."
"Spirit week?"
"You know, when you have to dress up for the week in honor of the school. Today is western day."
"Oh my."
"Guess what I'm wearing?"
"Something terrible?"
He lets out a deep chuckle "Nope, but I'll wear it when I come over."
"I can't wait to see you tonight, I'm sure you look adorable."
"I'm not trying to be adorable."
"What are you trying to be?" Olivia smiles through her phone.
"I'm trying to be the suave cowboy who gets the girl at the end of the movie."
Somehow her brown doe eyes gleam as she smooths out her hair as though he was looking at her right now.
"Well, keep playing your cards right and you won't have to wait to the end of the movie to get the girl." She bites her lip already picturing the grin tugged at Fitz's lips.
"Yes ma'am." Fitz coons in a deep southern drawl.
"Will you cook?"
"What?"
"You can cook at my house, and I'll do the dishes."
"You don't cook?"
"I don't feel like killing you." Olivia jokes
"Well, that's nice cause I definitely don't wish to die."
"So you cook and I clean?"
"Deal."
She smiles at the domesticity of their phone conversation. They've been dating for a couple of months and somehow the days just got better. With every day they spent together they found a simplicity that left even them marveling. It sounds so normal, as if they have been doing this for years and not two months. As if every night they went to bed together and have been doing this all of their life.
But reality is more complicated than the dream. In reality, Olivia and Fitz have yet to sleep together and even spend a night at each other's house.
It's not that they haven't been tempted, Fitz has turned his shower on cold more times than he can count after his dates with Olivia, but he can't seem to bring himself into crossing that line with her without her permission. How exactly does he bring up the topic? Perhaps Olivia wants them to get to know one another better first before engaging in sex since they did that early on in their relationship. The couple of times that they did engage in sex were about moments, moments in time that helped expressed what they felt , with time of the essence all they had was stolen moments, but now. Now, their moments have turned into memories and he doesn't want it to end. So he waits patiently for the right time to strike
"Seven o'clock?"
"Seven o'clock." He confirms.
/
"Quinn, can you come in?" Olivia pages her assistant
"What's up, Liv?"
"Do you have the address to Ms. Harrel's home?"
"I do."
"She lives on the outskirts of New York." Quinn hands Olivia the file.
"Great." Olivia mumbles before looking down at her watch, it was already ten o'clock and she would be stuck in a traffic for an hour at least.
"You okay, Liv?"
"I'm fine." She lifts her hand up "it's just I had plans tonight and this most likely will get in the way of them."
"Date night with Daniel, huh? I'm sure he will understand."
Olivia lifts her head up in shock "oh no, things aren't going well with you guys?"
"What?"
"You made a face when I mentioned his name, I'm sorry…you've been really happy and I just assumed it was Daniel who was making you happy…"
Before Olivia could respond, Abby walks in.
"Hey Quinn."
"Hey Abby."
"What's up, Liv?"
"Abby, did you know Olivia and Daniel broke up?"
"Quinn, I never said that." Olivia finally pipes up "Go get me the files from Charles Winston's charges." Quickly pushing her assistant out the door.
Abby watches Quinn close the door with a smirk on her face.
"I'm busy Abby." Olivia huffs as she begins typing on her computer to distract her from Abby's all-knowing stare.
"I see you and Fitz haven't had sex yet."
Olivia glares at Abby.
"Calm down tiger." Abby laugh
"It's not funny, Abby and Fitz and I are taking it slow. He wants to get to know me for who I am on the inside. It says a lot about him and how he values me."
"Sure."
Olivia closes her browser as she turns to Abby "look, what Fitz and I share is real. And I don't need sex from him to solidify our relationship."
"Ok."
Olivia gives Abby a stare down before looking back at her computer.
"You really need to have sex with him."
"Abigail, we have had sex. We have had amazing sex."
"So why did you stop?"
"Because we weren't seeing each other and those two times were just in the heat of the moment. This is different."
"Have you been close to having sex with him since then?"
"Sorta."
"What does that mean?" Abby laughs
"We've kissed but every time I'm ready to make a move, Fitz gets up and walks away and I know he's aroused. I see it."
"Why haven't you asked?"
Olivia looks at Abby in complete shock "you expect me to ask a man why he won't have sex with me?" Olivia begins laughing "I've never done that."
"Well, I've never seen you this head over heels for a guy before."
"This is different, that's the problem. He sees me Abby, and we've been dating each other for a couple of months but I don't know what we are to one another. Are we exclusive or is he dating other girls? Is he no longer attracted to me because we aren't in this forbidden relationship anymore?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to take advantage of you? And Liv, if the man is seeing you most nights then he's committed."
Olivia shrugs as she stares at her friend before looking away.
"Wow."
"What?" Olivia turns with her eyebrows raised.
"You are in deep, Liv."
"What are you talking about?"
"Fitz, you want him. You've dated so many guys before him but the guys were always more interested in you then you were into them and now…"
"Now?"
"You finally found someone that you actually want."
"I've wanted the guys I dated."
"No, you didn't. Not even Daniel comes close to the way you act and feel about Fitz. I think Fitz is different than the other guys."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know, you just seem happier. Like you made this choice to be with him and not the other way around you know? He wasn't pursuing you, He wasn't buying your affection or manipulating you with guilt. I think Fitz is your choice. And considering your issues with your dad you typically gravitate towards rich, older men but Fitz… I think Fitz goes against everything you thought you wanted."
Olivia ignores the skip her heart makes when Abby mentioned Fitz. Instead her eyes flicker to the left and then to the right before they focus on Abby again.
Maybe she's right.
/
He has a tradition for how his students enter the room. Fitz, stands at the door and one by one his kids would give him a high five before walking to their table and wait for their lesson of the day.
"Hey, Ava." Fitz said stopping the five year old with long auburn hair and brown eyes.
"Hi Mr. Fitz." she says giving him a big hug.
"What's that on your head?"
"It's a crown."
"Are you a princess?"
"No!" she giggles "it's my birthday!"
"It's your birthday!"
"Yeah! I'm five now."
"Oh my, happy birthday!" Fitz says bending down and giving Ava another hug before she runs to her seat.
"Can I get a hug too?" the teacher says sultry as she looks down at a delectable Fitz. Wearing a red flannel shirt, tight Levi's and a cowboy hat, he has had every women in the school praising spirit week.
Fitz smiles at the brunette with beautiful blue eyes.
"Where's your school spirit, Mellie?" noticing Mellie's lack of theme and effectively changing the topic.
Mellie laughs much too loudly, as she pushes Fitz lightly "you are too funny, but for your information I just forgot all about it. You look better than any of us."
"Oh stop." Fitz shushes hating the praises.
"Seriously, you look nice Fitz. All the ladies at Kindred elementary are very appreciative of your school spirit."
Fitz smiles at Mellie hoping she would walk back to her classroom so he could begin his class. "my girlfriend may disagree." Fitz laughs softly and Mellie does too.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"I do." Fitz says softly as he thinks about Olivia.
"She is a lucky girl, I'm pretty jealous to tell you the truth."
"Don't be, she has her hands full dealing with me."
"I have to disagree…" she stares at Fitz, really take a good look at him and she's not ashamed of her wandering eye.
"It was nice talking to you Mellie, but my kids are getting restless. " Fitz says pointing to the loud classroom.
"Of course." Mellie giggles as she watches Fitz close the door and stand in front of the classroom and begin his lesson.
"Are you still staring at your boyfriend?" Laurie asked the fourth grade teacher
"Of course, but you wouldn't believe what he just told me."
"What?"
"That he has a girlfriend."
"Of course he would, did you expect him to be single?"
Mellie gives a shrill laugh "of course not." Waiving her hand
"That sucks, sorry Mellie."
"Oh don't be sorry, he'll be with me in the end."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Of course." Mellie looks through the door and watches Fitz talk to her students "I'll just give him something that she can't."
Laurie walks away laughing at Mellie's antics believing that she was joking but unbeknown to her Mellie was already plotting.
"Okay class, we've begun discussing the joys of life. We have dived into Henry David Thoreau and drew inspiration from the outside world and how miraculous it is that we are here. Now that we have discovered the outside beauty we must now look at inner beauty. 'a thing of beauty is a joy forever. It's loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.'John Keats wrote that, he was a romantic poet that often found inspiration from nature and of course love. The topic for today is love, class."
Fitz stands from his chair and begins walking around the room "what is love?"
"Emily." He calls on
"Love, is when my daddy plays with me."
Fitz nods his head "what is love, Jerald?"
"I love my mommy."
"Why do you love your mommy?"
"Because she's nice to me."
"How is she nice to you? What does your mother do that's nice?"
"She buys me games and food."
"Good." Fitz smiles.
"I want you all to draw what you love, it could be your dog, it could be your game, but you must explain the reason as to why you love that person or object."
"Yes, Mikayla." Fitz calls on the sweet girl raising her hand gently
"Mr. Fitz, who do you love?"
He smiles at the question "Thank you for asking me that question. I will show what my love is." Walking back to his desk he retrieves a portrait.
"That's a gworl." A young boy hollers
"I know it's a gworl." Fitz retorts back causing the class to laugh.
"Is that your wife?"
"No, that is not my wife but my girlfriend."
"You have a girlfriend!" the class yells out laughing hysterically
All Fitz can do is shake his head and smile at the antics of kindergartener's "I have a girlfriend." Fitz shows the classroom his portrait of Olivia, he never showed or told Olivia but she has become his muse and inspiration for painting again.
He smiles down at the portrait of Olivia, it was of their first date and the flower had flew in her hair and the sun was beginning to set and she was smiling at one of his jokes and Fitz saw that his heart managed to skip a beat. But it was the serenity of that moment that caused him to pause this moment for just a second.
"This was our first date, and everything was going great but then she smiled at me." Fitz stops talking as he reminiscences about the moment.
"Her smile opened up this memory that I completely forgot."
"What did you forget?"
"That I loved her before."
"Huh?" the class asked in confusion.
"You love your parents before you know who they are. I felt the same way when we met. Not shocked about this feeling but peace because I've loved her all along." Fitz smiles.
"Now, enough talking more drawling." Fitz claps his hands and the kids begin drawing what it is that they love.
Sitting behind his desk he starts texting Olivia.
"Hi."
Her phone lights up during the meeting, reaching for it she smiles at the name that appeared.
"Hi." She texts back.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. Just sitting through another meeting. You?"
"I'm great. I was thinking of you… and our date tonight."
"Me too…" she texts out
"Can you leave work early today?" he asked
"I can't. I might actually be running late, I have to go to Catskill for a client."
"Reschedule?"
"No." she texts immediately "I shouldn't be there long, it's just the drive that will take some time."
"I see, two hours is a long drive. Do you want company?"
She pushes the phone down to her lap. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves at the idea of being alone with Fitz in a car. Heat rises in her face, the first thing she said when she saw his text was 'yes'. Yes, she wants his company. Yes, she wants the excuse of a road trip to be stuck with him.
"You have a job, you can't leave work early to be with me."
"But I want too."
She bites her lip as she looks up from her phone and finds Daniel staring at her before turning back to the presenter.
She stares at him trying to place his expression but she's puzzled, for a second before turning back to her phone.
"You have a job mister. I'm a big girl."
"Okay, but if you change your mind just let me know and I'll be there."
She smiles at the last text before putting her phone down, what is she going to do with him.
/
"Hello Rebecca."
"You're Olivia-"
"Olivia Pope." Olivia says answering for her "do you mind if I come in?"
She hands Olivia a cup of tea as she stares at her in fascination and fear.
"How can I help you, Ms. Pope?"
"It's how I can help you, Rebecca." Olivia answers handing her the Winston file.
She stares at the folder containing her information, private information that nobody should know or have, yet she does. "How did you get this?" she looks at Olivia in shock.
"I am a powerful women who works for an even more powerful man. Nothing you say or do regarding him is a secret."
"How can you stand across me and support that monster?" Rebecca ask in shock.
"I am not the judge or jury. What I am is legal sound advice that will sway the judge and jury to how I see fit."
"He raped me!" she cries to Olivia "I worked for his software company for five years as a developer and after he forced me to have sex with him he fired me and gave me a big payout to pay for the damage he done! He doesn't get to walk away time after time as if that is okay! I wasn't the only girl and I wasn't the last, he deserves to pay for his crimes. How can you support him?"
"It is not my job to judge, he is my client and his company is under our firm. I'm here Rebecca because I want to help you too. A man like him will continue living his life and enjoying the riches of his work without little consequences, but you…" Olivia shakes her head as though removing the image from her brain.
"But you Rebecca; you will go down as his mistress. The women who purposely pursued him while he was caring for his ailing wife. The women who constantly flirted with him and other men to move further up in the company. What you did was take an advantage of a grief stricken man. You will be known as the homewrecker who made it her mission to destroy America's dad by planting lies and blackmail. Your friends that were never your friends will come forward and give interviews, your school grade teacher will talk about how you were always late for class because you were out in the parking lot making out with your boyfriend. Your life will be over."
"Why are you doing this?" Rebecca cries with large tears falling for her pale face
"I'm not." Olivia answers "I don't want to do this, but I will if I have too. Charles Winston will continue living his life like all the men like him do. Bill Clinton, John Edwards, Arnold Schwarzenegger these men went on living their life but the girl was crucified. I don't want that to happen to you which is why I am giving you this." Olivia hands Rebecca a sheet on vanilla paper.
"A buyout?" she looks at Olivia her large green eyes shining with unshed tears.
"This is what I can do for you, take your time but don't take too long." Olivia stands up retrieving her file and Prada purse she leaves.
/
"God, Abby that was worse thing I've ever done." Olivia says as she talks on the phone using her car's Bluetooth.
"Really that was the worst thing you've ever done?"
Olivia laughs at her joke "You know what I mean. And, yes because unlike the other thing you are referring too I didn't get anything out of this by ruining someone's life especially a victim. God, I hate being a lawyer at times."
"I'm sorry, Liv."
"And Daniel gave me this case to me to piss me off because I can't help her..."
"Do you think he knows?"
"About me and Fitz? No. Fortunately the brothers are pretty distant but I'm almost positive that Daniel knows I am seeing someone."
"Why do you say that?"
"Fitz, was texting me during the meeting. He offered to come along with me and I smiled and Daniel was watching."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Tell who?"
"Tell, Daniel that you are screwing his brother."
"No."
"Liv…"
"Abby, I am not doing that… I am not telling Daniel anything until I am certain, what Fitz and I are doing and even then I have to come up with a plan. I can't just tell Daniel that I am dating his brother even though I know the two of you have some weird sibling rivalry. I have to be certain about Fitz and I before I take that step and I don't know where we stand…"
"Liv, the man is getting to know you personally before he does something sexually, he even offered to accompany you on this long car ride, do you really feel like you guys aren't serious?"
Olivia squirms under the question she opens her mouth to speak "I-" suddenly her car begins to make an odd sound as the engine light turns on.
"Abby, I have to call you back my car is messing up."
"Do you need me to call road side for you?"
"No, I'll do that right now."
"Okay, call me back when you are done, ok?"
"Okay." She promises.
She bites the edges of her fingernail, contemplating her next choice of action. Normally she would handle this matter quickly and swiftly but she's alone and in a unfamiliar territory. She reaches for her phone and dials the number she knows by heart.
"Hi."
"Hi." She whispers
"You okay?"
"My car broke down."
"Liv! Where are you?"
"I'm fine. I'm just stuck in the middle of nowhere waiting for the tow truck to come pick me up."
"It's a good thing I'm on way."
"Fitz…I'm fine. Really."
"Well I'm not. It's starting to get dark and the last thing I want is for you to be trapped on one of those small country roads. I was driving out there anyways to make sure you were okay."
"Fitz, you don't have to do that."
"Olivia, I'm already an hour in the drive just text me your location and when the tow truck comes we can go home together. Hang up and text me your location."
She draws a trembling breath as she hangs up the phone. Her heart is swelling into the diaphragm of her chest. Somehow despite her better judgement he has managed to penetrate her formidable wall. She lets out a breath; a slight chuckle before covering her smile with her hand.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Olivia says as firmly as possible.
"When's the tow truck coming?"
"They will be here in the next thirty minutes."
"That's good. I'll stay on the phone with you until they come."
"Okay." Olivia whispers
"What's wrong, Liv?"
She licks her dry lips "He's coming."
"Who?" Abby ask
"Fitz…"
"Wow."
"Yeah…" her voice breaks off
"I know you've been wondering what the status of your relationship with him is, but Olivia, no guy just travels across the city to make sure a girl he's casually seeing is okay."
"What do I do Abby?"
"Be with him."
She shakes her head at the statement and sound advice before hanging up the phone.
Olivia watches the sun dip lower. She can barely spot the edges of red that peek over the larger lushes trees. Nightfall was approaching and she's was becoming more alarmed with every minute.
Fortunately great big high beam lights glaze down the lone country road.
"Ms. Pope?"
"Yes."
The large white man with a receding hairline jumps out of the truck. "I'm going to have this car towed to the Mercedes dealership and from there they will give you a loaner." He begins setting up the car as he talks to Olivia "do you have all your belongings?"
"I do."
"You can go ahead and get in the car."
"Oh, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up."
He looks Olivia up and down.
"Is he on his way? This road can be frightening if you aren't familiar."
"Yes, he's coming for me." Olivia says proudly as she looks down the road for any sighting of him or she looks down at her phone for a text or confirmation. Fitz said he would be there in ten minutes and with the man bolting her car to the tow truck she knows he will have to come quickly otherwise she would be out here alone.
"Why don't you just come on with me and your boyfriend can meet up with you later?" He said flipping on the headlights.
The sky had turned dark and Olivia reaches for her phone again to call Fitz.
"Is that him?" the man bellows as he looks at his rearview mirror and sees a truck firing down the road.
Olivia freezes.
"Hi." He jumps out of his truck and rushes towards her.
"Hi." She whispers out
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He turns Olivia's face to the side, inspecting her for any sign of injury.
"I'm good."
"Is that your boyfriend?" the truck driver yells from his truck
Taking a glance at Olivia, Fitz walks to the man holding Olivia's hand "I am."
"I'm taking her car to the dealer, they'll be giving her a loaner from there."
Fitz nods his head "Very well."
"Are you okay ma'am?"
Olivia jumps slightly at the question since Fitz's arrival she has been in a daze, "I'm perfect now." Olivia says to the man as he drives away with her car.
Without a word Fitz opens the passenger door and Olivia slides in.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you, there was an accident."
"That's okay, you're here now." Olivia whispers as she unbuckles her seat and moves towards Fitz's side, needing his warm and comforting embrace to remind her that she is safe. He kisses the crown of her head as his arm drapes around her side pulling her in closer towards him.
"Wake up." Fitz whispers to Olivia
"Fitz, where are we?" Olivia stretches into the seat as she takes note of the old town that looks every bit like an old western movie.
"We are back at Catskill." Fitz says helping Olivia out of the door.
"Why though?"
"It's too long of a drive for us to go back to town, I figured we could make the best of a bad situation." He holds Olivia's hand in his as he walks through the crowded bar filled with rustic charm and western nostalgia
The locals stare at them for a second before going back to their respective conversations.
"Welcome to Livingston's bar how can I take your order?"
Taking a quick glance at the menu Fitz returns it to the server "I'll have the hart of Dixie with fries. Thank you."
"And for you ma'am?" The older women ask
"I'll have the yankee doodle."
"And for drinks?"
"Scotch for both." Fitz says as he stares at a quiet Olivia.
"You okay over there."
She looks at him, for the first time since he came. She actually sees him. Wearing a deep red flannel shirt with the sleeves pulled up, his forearm tightens as he reaches for her hands from across the table. Then slowly her eyes drift even lower to his incredibly tight blue jeans before resting back on his perfect oval shaped head, smiling softly at the cowboy hat on his head blocking her view of his unruly curls.
"I'm fine."
"You don't seem fine."
She moves closer to the table as she kisses him on the lips sweetly.
"Thank you for coming."
"You don't have to thank me for doing something I'm supposed to do."
"Why are you supposed to do that?"
His eyes glow tenderly as he looks down at her "because you are my girl."
"I didn't know we were exclusive."
His brow furrows in confusion "have you been seeing other people?"
"No." Olivia answers rather curtly "but that's not to say you haven't. We haven't exactly discussed what we are to one another."
"What we are?" Fitz asked questioning
"Yes." Olivia says annoyed "What is our relationship. Are we casually dating? Are we in a monogamous relationship? How exactly would you define who we are to one another? I mean you are rescuing me and I don't know whether to call you my boyfriend or my friend." her hand falls in her lap as she catches herself talking rather animatedly to Fitz.
Their drinks come and Fitz takes a small sip of his scotch as he looks at Olivia who has yet to move an inch.
"Hmmm." Fitz hums to himself as he looks towards to the people dancing on the dance floor.
"Are you not going to say anything?"
He turns back around to face Olivia "Do you wanna dance?"
"No."
Again she feels the tension brewing between them, the intangible current sparking around the bar.
"I just thought you knew the answer by now." Fitz says simply as his hands rest on his lap.
"And what's that?" she hisses
Fitz stares at Olivia for a minute, trying to gage where she is but at last he lets out a heavy sigh before shaking his head.
"Can you let me in, on what it is that I am supposed to know?"
"Olivia, do you think I would drive several hours out of my way to make sure you were safe if you weren't my girlfriend? This time we have spent together was real, Liv. Or was I believing something that wasn't there?"
She winces at the sharp burn of scotch inflaming her esophagus. Her lip curls as she moves closer towards the table "if you thought I was your girlfriend this whole time why haven't you filled me in so that instead of wondering what we are to one another I could have a definitive answer."
They reach a momentary impasse, where the words could never convey the human emotion that radiates from each other.
He smiles briefly at her in amazement "Well, let me you tell Olivia Pope. You are my girlfriend. You have been my girl since the day I met you and you will be my girl long after that." He walks away from the table towards the jukebox.
She follows him with a steady gaze, never veering her eyes away from him. His back is faced away from her and she knows she has hurt him. It wasn't her intention, in fact the first thing she wanted to do when she saw him was run in his arms and thank him for being the man he is but her better judgement had to ruin a good deed.
Olivia is practical, a realist. She needs words to define their relationship. While his actions confirm what she feels to be true, she needs validation, confirmation that what she feels for him isn't one sided. That he is equally consumed by thoughts of her as she is of him.
She knows he can feel her presences, delicately her fingers touch the palm of his hand.
"I'm sorry." She whispers to him
"You don't have to apologize. I have been feeling the same way, but I just thought you knew that you are the one for me." His eyes, dark and enigmatic as always, bore into her.t
Without instruction, Olivia tugs at his arm, softly bringing him close so she can feel his cold breath on her warm skin.
Olivia finds herself enfolded in his arms, her face buried in his neck. Her heartbeat immediately slows as she breathes in his spicy scent, accords of cloves and mint. She steps back to look up at him and he's gazing at her with an expression that's undeniably sweet.
Their night might not have started on the best note, but it was certain to end that way. Blissfully buzzed, Olivia is having the time of her life, singing, dancing, and laughing more than she ever has in her life. She's happy and looking at Fitz with the biggest grin on his face she sees that he is too.
She finds him leaning against the bar, his hat tipped over his forehead "Hi, Lover Boy."
"Hi, cutie."
Her heart starts accelerating at the way he's looking at her. She tells herself to calm down but her body clearly isn't listening.
He holds his hand out to her "May I have this dance?"
A country song plays softly in the background, it's not really her kind of music but the moment feels rather perfect.
Smiling at him, she takes his hand as they walk on the dance floor.
"I thought you don't like to dance?"
"I don't know how to dance." He corrects her " but I like the girl who does." Feeling sorry for Fitz, Olivia teaches him a few basic dance moves. There's nothing much to it, really. It's just shuffling and swaying to the beat. But Fitz is fully engulfed in the joy of being with her that the steps simply find him. After a few minutes of giggling at Fitz's disastrous dancing the two somehow manage to find their imperfect rhythm.
"Thanks for being a good teacher." He whispers in Olivia's ear as he pulls her in close.
She grins "I knew you could dance, I've seen the way your hips move."
His eyebrows rise and he stumbles causing Olivia to laugh even louder as she reaches for his cowboy hat and places it on her head instead.
"Are you a cowgirl?"
"That depends."
As the song goes on, Olivia finds that they've moved closer and closer to each other until their bodies are touching. Her hands are wrapped around his neck and she can feel the muscles move under the thin fabric of his shirt. Fitz's arms shift to encircle her waist and bring her in closer.
"On what?" he whispers in her ear causing her shiver at the contact.
"On who I'm riding." She pulls away from him just enough so that he could read between the lines.
They stumble into the bedroom of the room they just purchased at the Mount Merino bed and breakfast. She's glued to him, wrapped around his waist he carries her from the stairs to their door.
Tripping as Olivia nibbles on his ear.
"Shit." He laughs as Olivia pulls his lips back towards her.
With his one arm holding Olivia in his arms, he uses his free hand to reach into his back pocket to retrieve the key.
After a few mishaps he manages to open the door without her feet ever touching the floor.
They purchased the blue mountain suite. Spaced with vaulted ceilings and a chandelier over the bed, the room gives them an uninterrupted view of the Hudson river yet nothing can take his eyes off Olivia.
With the moon as their only source of light, Fitz slides Olivia's jacket off her shoulders before moving to unbuttoning her shirt. One by one he pops open the button as she watches closely with hooded eyes. With her shirt off, Fitz begins exploring the crevices of Olivia's body. She lightly bites his neck when his fingers reach her breasts, stroking and circling the fabric of her bra, making her nipples hard. He unbuttons her pants, gently sliding her zipper down as he caresses her clit lightly in the process.
Olivia whimpers at the contact, grabbing his hand to keep him still.
"Don't tease me, it's been a long time."
"Has it?"
Olivia nods her head desperately "a couple of months."
"That's right."
"You kept me waiting." She explains
"You kept me waiting longer." He teases. With a steady hand he slides her bra off. He leans back against the wall as he drinks her with such splendor.
He circles her nipples with his index finger and she has to suppress a gasp threatening to escape her lips, his touch feels like an electric current pulsating throughout her body. Her body is so sensitive right now. Every cell feels like it's crackling under his fingers.
She walks to him, once again attaching their lips.
He gives her a little push and she flops down onto the bed laughing, wearing only her underwear. Fitz is still fully dressed in his flannel shirt, and jeans, he makes no move to remove his own clothes. Olivia feels exposed, completely naked before him when he's fully dressed but it's a good feeling, she finds.
She sits up in the bed, her hand steady and precise, she unbuckles his belt; watching the accessory fall to the floor. Her mouth travels a slow journey down his torso and he shivers in the air-conditioned room. Grasping her head, he pulls her head up to look at him.
Without a word spoken, she lowers her head again and continues her slow worship of his lean torso. she rubs him gently, watching how his lips part as he fights the groan desperately trying to escape.
"Naughty girl."
Olivia laughs before raising her brown doe eyes as a warning to be silent.
With care and precision, she peels the jeans from his body and smiles at his arousal. It never fails to amaze her that he wants her so badly, that he wanted her all this time. A master of many disguises, he never let the slightest hint slip until she has him completely under her spell.
He moans deeply, Pleasure thrills up his spine as her lips surround him, bathing him with the wetness of her talented mouth.
Looking up from underneath her eyelashes, her gaze locks with his while she sucks him. Despite the darkness she cannot mistake the look of heat in his eyes. The way the muscles in his neck strain when she swirls her tongue around and across the slit at the tip of his cock, she takes more of him in her mouth as she remains focused on his grey orbs- hovering closer to the brink of madness. His hand comes up to cradle her head and tangle in her hair as his taut belly rises and falls with insufficient breathing.
He removes himself from Olivia's grasp. Gently pushes her up the bed as he stares down at her.
She studies him as his eyes wander her face, his own set in an expression of near consternation, of hard thoughtfulness. He lifts a lock of hair from her eyes, his finger ghost across her chest until they reached the sacred spot that left her heaving and whimpering for more. She is wet, saturated, his fingers glide easily against her slick folds. His breathing becomes more ragged at the feel of her smooth folds, enjoying the sight of her pleased face he slides a finger inside; her thighs tremble and involuntary she opens wider for him as her hands cling to his shoulders.
Her breathing and moans becomes louder as she tries to unsuccessfully stifle the litany of whimpers that burst from her. Her head thrashes from side to side as she carelessly pushes her pelvis against his fingers, past discomposure, past embarrassment.
"I want you." She pleads
Without a second pass, he buries himself in her as he devours her lips to silence her moans. A satisfying sound escapes her mouth as she lifts her head to look at him. The look in her eyes is unspeakable she fights to breath at the fullness of him inside her.
He interlocks their hands, placing them above her head.
As she stretches to make room for him, he slowly and meticulously begins to grind against her. Her body concaves to fit him; releasing her essences to draw him in further and further into her tight body. Every thrust was as fierce as the last with an urgency to fill her up all the way to the hilt. The sound of sweet pleasure escaping her plush lips lures him to continue, striking something within him that wishes to hear her cry out the sound of his name. He watches her- he sees her sharp gasp and low moans, how her eyes fight to remain open to watch him- encouraging him to move deeper inside her, faster. Her heels press into the back of his thighs; signaling for him to pick up his pace and he does.
"Fuck." He curses as he moves inside her at a faster pace with Olivia meeting him openly at each thrust.
She's heard him curse a few times but to her shock she becomes wetter at the curse word coming from his mouth.
"Fitz." She whimpers.
Tears well in her eyes at the intensity of the pleasure that shoots through her and she shuts them tightly as he thrust again and again, the tempo desperate, carnal, and exquisite. She matches him with equal fervor.
His name falls from swollen lips, whispered against the side of his face as he made a final thrust into her.
He lies in bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. It's a pleasurable torture as he hears the water running, and imagines her scrubbing her face, combing out her hair, brushing her teeth.
Her phone starts ringing, he looks over at the dresser, frowning that someone would be calling her this late.
"Olivia Pope's phone." He answers
He listens to the voice, a frown automatically forming.
"I'm her boyfriend."
She walks in the room, mildly surprised that Fitz was on her phone. Wearing his flannel shirt she jumps in bed on top of him, kissing him passionately before taking the phone from him.
"This is Olivia Pope." She's sitting on his lap, tortuously dry humping him while talking to whoever.
Her shirt is gaping open, allowing him the perfect view of her breast and he watches the rise and fall of her chest before playing with her nipples absentmindedly.
"You shouldn't be calling me."
He touches her waist, fingers gliding up along her ribs, along the soft touch of skin below her breasts, but never actually touching her where she desires.
"Yes, I have a boyfriend….We said we would be mature about this."
"Why are you calling me, it's late?"
She freezes and Fitz removes his hands from her. She stare at him in fear or sadness, he can't tell.
He tries to get her off him but she doesn't budge.
Without a word she hangs up the phone and looks at him ruefully.
"That was Daniel." He answers for Olivia.
"Yes." She whispers
"I thought you broke up?"
"We did…"
"Why is he calling you?"
Her heart is beating out of her chest, her throat painfully dry.
"Livvie?"
"It's your mom."
He's frozen. His heart managed to stop beating, his senses slowed, all he can hear is his heart throbbing in his ears.
"What about her?"
"She had a stroke."
Buckle up, Gladiators...things are about to start heating up.