Hello my Precious Pumpkins. Here is your next chapter. Happy #ScandalSummerThursday. I hope you enjoy and be prepared for some OFF THE CHARTS hotness in here. You may have to fan yourself by the end.
And how does our beloved pretend POTUS get out of Liv's place? Read on and leave me plenty of #PumpkinSeeds. Me's ;-)
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Chapter7: #SleepOverGate, #DomesticationGate, and #OneMinuteGate
#SleepOverGate
"You have me. You and Emmalynn will always have me," was the last thing Olivia remembered hearing. She closed her eyes and focused only on this wonderful man's breathing who was holding her in his arms. She had only met President Fitzgerald Grant that day and the solace and peace she found within his arms was like nothing she's ever experienced before in her life.
Of course she's been hugged, kissed, by a man before. But none of it felt this right or this good. She nuzzled her head into his chest, and listened to his heart beating. Each beat was calling out to her, calming her fears, and bringing her closer to him. She focused on its "thumping" sound, intently. The strength behind it's sound was remarkable.
She felt his arms wrap around her and pull her closer into him. He began to rub her back up and down causing her to want to be held by him even more. To be honest with herself, she didn't want him to let her go. As she felt her body begin to relax probably for the first time in almost three years. She felt Fitz let out a breath, along with her. They were now breathing at the same time. Something oddly strange but she liked it.
Fitz then himself began to close his own eyes and could feel his own body respond to her in ways he did not know where possible. In all his time with Mellie, and when he was dating others, none of it felt like this. Olivia felt so perfect in his arms. She was tiny, and at times seemed fragile. Then at others, she was a hurricane ready to take down whomever was in her way.
But after what she confided in him about Emmalynn's dad, his heart ached for her in such a way. All he wanted to do was shield her from harm forever. He wanted to protect her, and keep her safe. She had gone through so much, her and Emmalynn both. With all of his "powers" he wished with fiber of his being, he could take all her heartache away. He never wanted her to be any further than arm's reach.
He didn't believe in soul mates, and love at first sight, but it would seem that the "Man upstairs" thinks differently. He thought back to their initial meeting earlier that day, when their eyes first met. He smiled inwardly, and just pulled her body into his even tighter. The fire and passion he saw in her eyes when she was challenging him about changing her tire, and not getting dirty, made him feel alive for the first time in his life.
Then how she gave the secret service a hard time without batting an eyelash, embarrassing him the process, which he knows she enjoyed. Of course he would never forget how she put none other than Cyrus Rutherford Beene in his place, then his soon to be ex wife in their places. Olivia Pope, is not just any woman, he began to realize. She's everything he's been searching for.
He felt himself get out another deep breath. Her touch, soothed him in ways he didn't think were possible in his lifetime. She focused him, challenged him all with the simplest grace of her hand against his own, or just being close to her. Olivia sees him, the real him. This incredible woman, who's he known for less than 24 hours, has made him feel normal. He placed his head on top of her own, and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was sound asleep.
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"Mummy, wake up." Fitz and Olivia heard. She opened her eyes thinking it was still in the middle of the night. Sometimes Emmy wakes up and comes into bed with her.
Olivia opens her eyes and sees her precious daughter looking at her. "Hey Em, why are you out awake honey? Are you okay?" She asked her this not realizing where she had slept all night.
The little girl responded, "Yes Mumma. Why Fiz here? The sun is awake."
Olivia then turned her head towards the window and then saw Fitz looking at her now. They both looked outside, but still holding onto each other. She then looked at him, and he turned his face and smirked at him and both got the giggles.
Fitz reached over and graced her face with his open hand. God she looked beautiful in the morning. This was something he could get used to seeing every morning. As almost on instinct, she rubbed her face into his hand. It was so comforting and soothing. They looked at each other for another minute before he said to her, "Morning."
"Morning," she said back to him. Then it just registered, what she just said to him. "MORNING!"
Her eyes got huge and she squealed out a huge gasp of air. Her heart started to race, when she looked at the clock. They fell asleep on the couch. How could this have happened? She barely knows him, and he just slept over her house.
"Olivia?" Fitz asked her, in a totally calm voice.
"23 people!"
"What?"
"23 people will realize if you are not in the Oval silly. Twenty three hard working Americans will be looking for the President of the United States, and have no idea where you are. Oh my god, how did this happen? This was not supposed to happen?"
She leaped off the sofa, so fast that it startled Fitz and Emmalynn. Emmalynn crawled into his lap and both watched Olivia pace in circles around the coffee table.
"Em, does your mom do this all the time?" Fitz asked the little girl.
"Yup. If she's freaked out." Emmalynn answered him.
"Oh," Fitz said back. Olivia was walking back and forth so fast that Fitz had a hard time not getting dizzy.
He heard her say, "The Leader of the Free World slept over my house. He slept on my sofa with me! Holy crap! This was not supposed to happen." She kept repeating his over and over again with each 'lap' she made around the coffee table. Fitz was sure she was running her own INDY 500 race, she'd win.
Fitz knew he needed to do something to calm her down. He got Emmalynn off his lap, and went to stand in front of her. She was going so fast now, that she didn't even realize he stood up. She turned and then he was right behind her, she walked right into him, knocking them both in a chair. She fell right on top of him.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry." Olivia said in a louder voice. Now she knocked him over. How embarrassing she thought.
"For what Olivia," he asked her. "Me spending the night, or just knocking me over." Fitz was trying to make light of the situation, even though him being there all night obviously was not, but he needed her to see that everything was going to be fine.
"Crap!" Now she was freaking out even more. She struggled to get out of his arms, and when she attempted to stand up, Fitz pulled her back into his lap. She wasn't getting away from him that easy. He needed her to calm down.
"Mummy, bad word," Emmalynn said. "You sit on Fitz like that for time out."
Olivia turned and looked at her daughter, still in a state of shock. "What?" Then she turned and looked at Fitz and said "Oh Sh…"
"Mummy don't say it." Emmalynn said to her. "Calm down Mummy, breathe."
The little girl got off the other sofa and walked up to her mom. Emmalynn took Liv's hands and rubbed her little fingers on them. "Mummy, breathe. No more circles."
Fitz smiled and as he holding on to her, he began to rub her back. Olivia looked at Fitz then her daughter. How could she have fallen asleep like that? How did he fall asleep with her? They weren't holding each other that long were they? It wasn't only supposed to be a minute. One minute, just turned into all night.
Emmalynn sensing her mom was thinking too much again said to her, "Mummy, clear head out. Fiz make it better right?"
Olivia swallowed hard and then turned to Fitz. When her eyes finally locked onto his own, her breathing immediately slowed, and her heart rate lessened. Fitz leaned forward and touched his forehead to hers. The moment skin on skin contact was made, she let out a breath she did not know she was holding in.
Fitz then took a chance and lifted her shirt up and placed his hand finally on back. Her skin was softer than he thought possible. She immediately saw his facial expression change, as did his touch. He ran his hand up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her skin underneath his hand. It was smooth, silky, and he didn't want to stop.
She pulled away, and touched his face. His hand on her back, felt so good that she didn't want him to stop anytime soon either. But she knew he had to, because she had to go into gladiator mode and get him out of her apartment undetected.
Fitz finally said to her, in a lower voice tone. "I fix Mummy, Em. I think she's better now. Right Liv?"
"Ah huh," was all Olivia could manage out.
"You okay?" Fitz asked her.
"I am now thanks to you and Emmy. What happened? You were NOT supposed to sleep over Mr. President."
Fitz smiled at her. "Mr. President, seriously Liv. Geez. I spent the night. I think we're past the formal name calling by now don't you?"
Olivia just looked at him. Fitz then continued. "Yes Liv, I know that. But you just felt so perfect in my arms, that I closed my eyes with you for moment and next thing you know Emmalynn is waking us up. It's okay. My agents will get me out of here," trying to making light of the situation.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked him. Why wasn't he freaking out?
"You. This. Us," he finally said. "Last night Livy, was the best night's sleep I've ever had. Last night was the best night of my life, thanks to you."
She bit her lip and just stared at him. He reached over and kissed her forehead. His lips were soft, sensual, and before he pulled away from her, he lingered there a moment, not wanting to break contact. He felt her breath hitch and become labored. The way he looked into her eyes, was something she didn't think was possible. In his eyes she saw, love, adoration, and want that didn't seem like it was a reality.
Olivia uttered in a soft voice, "What was that for?"
"Being you, and fixing me. Apparently I didn't know I needed to be fixed until I met you. I feel like I can take on the world now."
She nodded her head at him. She swallowed hard, and said "Never mind the world, I have to figure out a way to get you out of here. Oh, by the way where are your agents?" Olivia then got up and walked over to the door.
"You, Lover Boy and Blink-en, come here now." Tom and Mitch stepped into her apartment. She closed the door and Fitz then stood up. "Can you two explain to me how come you didn't come inside last night and try to get your boss out of my house?"
Mitch spoke first. He didn't seem as an intimated as Tom did. "Ma'am, we did try to wake both you and President Grant up."
Fitz walked up to him. "You did?"
"Yes Sir," Mitch answered him. "But no matter what he tried, you wouldn't wake up. We even shook you Sir and tried to pull your arms off of Miss Pope."
"You did," Olivia said this time. "How come you couldn't get him to let me go or wake up?"
"We tried Ma'am," Tom finally said. "The more we tried to get the President to release you, the tighter his grasp on you became. We even tried to pull you away, but you nuzzled into him just as much. You both were like those magnetized teddy bears you can find on Valentine's day. There was no way we could budge either one of you."
Fitz had no idea any of that happened. He looked at Olivia who stumbled back and leaned against her couch, running her hands through her hair.
Fitz then said, "You mean to tell me that my secret service detail could not get me to let go of Olivia last night in my sleep. Both of you attempted to pull my arms away, and neither one of you could do so."
"Yes Sir," Tom and Mitch said at the same time. "We each even took one arm, and we couldn't get you to let go of Miss Pope, or her you. Both of us tried Sir. We're sorry Sir."
Fitz walked up to them and said, "I'm sorry guys I don't remember any of that."
"We didn't think you would Sir. Both of you were sleeping so soundly too. In all our years of guarding you Sir, we've never seen you sleep like that."
Fitz smiled at turned to face Olivia who by now was standing by the window. "Guys give us a minute okay."
"Sir, we went back to the White House and got you a suit to change into. We have about an hour to get you back before the press shows up and Mr. Beene arrives." Tom said to him. Tom placed his suit, tie, and everything else on a chair.
"Thank you both. Tell the agents I'll be ready in about 30-40 minutes." Fitz said.
"Yes Mr. President." Tom and Mitch said as they both stepped outside.
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#DomesticationGate…
Olivia heard the door close, and it was just Fitz, her and Emmalynn now. Fitz gave Emmalynn a hug asked her to sit on the sofa for a minute. The little girl agreed and sat and waited.
He walked over to Olivia, and grabbed both her hands. "Hey," he told her.
"Hey, yourself." She told him back. Olivia then turned and saw Emmalynn watching them. "Emmy honey, how about you go the kitchen and get everything we need for breakfast okay. I'll be right there. Abby put stuff on the bottom shelf for you in pantry okay."
"Fiz come too?" Emmalynn asked.
"Yes honey. He will come too. But he has to go back to the White House soon okay. He has to go to work."
Emmalynn walked over and asked Fitz. "You see the mean lady again?"
Fitz bent down and told her. "I hope not honey. But don't worry. I'll use my Prince Charming powers on her okay."
"Okay," Emmalynn said and kissed Fitz on the cheek. She then went into the kitchen.
Fitz stood up and told Olivia, "It's going to be okay. You believe me right."
"I do. But what if Cyrus finds out that you spent the night with me. If he finds out, he'll shoot us both." Olivia said to him with her voice raising in pitch and volumes.
"Don't worry about the King of Me. I'll take care of him. He doesn't scare me." Fitz said this to her intently, looking right into her beautiful eyes. "We are going to be fine. You and me, can do this, together."
Fitz reached down and lifted her chin up so she could look into his eyes. He was trying to tell her so much more without scaring her away from him. They had just met yesterday and the thought of losing her, scared the crap out of him.
She looked up at him and said, "You bet your ass we will be. I've gotta plan to get you out of here undetected."
Fitz had not seen the side of her. "Oh really."
"Mr. President, I am a gladiator in a suit. So let's get you ready, I have a plan. Follow me first." She stuck out her hand and he grabbed onto it. He followed her down the hallway and into her bedroom.
He stopped dead in his tracks now realizing where he was. He noticed the white comforter, with a black ribbon pattern around it with pillow cases to match. There was a plush rocking chair in the corner, and her carpet was a light green with curtains to match.
He took in a breath and said, "Ummm, why am I in here?"
"Take off your clothes," she told him in a straight face.
He turned around so fast and stumbled backwards in shock. She smiled at him, totally enjoying that she just floored the Leader of the Free World. She watched him literally stopped breathing. He contorted his face into the strangest facial expression.
"Excuse me?" He asked her, trying not to sound like he was panicking.
"Take." She stepped forward. "OFF." Stepping forward again, getting closer. "Your. Clothes." Olivia stopped just in front of him making him squirm. Fitz placed his hands in his pockets attempting to hide how attracted he was to her in this very moment.
"Why?" Fitz asked.
"Why do you think?" Olivia said back to him.
"Ummm," he said totally unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Oh for goodness sake get your mind of the gutter." She said nudging him. "I have a shower. So get in it and get clean. You can't enter the White House in same clothes you left in last night. Good grief. Men are always thinking with the wrong head."
Now Fitz let out a huge laugh. "Olivia Pope, you are one incredible woman."
She turned, faced him, with a smile. She then went into her bathroom, and placed a towel out for him to use when he got out. On her way out the door she said to him, 'Oh Mr. President, you haven't seen nothing yet. Now take of your clothes and take a shower."
Two can play at this game. Right when she reached the door, he grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him. "Care to join me? I am an expert at taking showers."
She suppressed a giggle and told him, "In your dreams Fly Boy. Plus I am hungry and I have breakfast to make."
He leaned into her and whispered, "I am hungry to."
She shook her head at him. "Like I said in your dreams."
She walked away from him, and right before she closed the door to her room she heard Fitz say, "Olivia Pope you are going to be the death of me. I am so taking a cold shower."
She closed the door and leaned against it. She walked away telling herself, "Okay all cylinders Livy. Make your phone calls and get this show on the road."
As she walked down the hallway, and started to dial her phone. She made all her arrangements and told the secret service what was going on. Tom and Mitch said okay that there would not be any problems.
She went into the kitchen and saw Emmalynn looking at her favorite book, waiting for her. She told her that she was a good girl, and that Fitz was getting ready to go back to work. They had a little talk about not telling anyone that he slept over, and Emmalynn said okay. Olivia told her it was a special "girl" secret. Emmalynn giggled and Olivia made her breakfast and made sure she left enough left over for Fitz.
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#ShowerGate…(sort of)
Olivia then walked into the living room after Emmalynn had breakfast. She went and got her some clothes and got her dressed up. She decided since they had time to turn on Disney Junior for her to make her morning. Emmalynn asked if Fitz would watch it with her. Olivia told her that she wasn't sure but Emmalynn could ask him.
Olivia then went outside her door and had Tom come inside. She told him to stand down the hallway by the bedrooms because if Abby saw him, she would know right away that Fitz spent the night. Olivia knew Abby, and she would not be able to keep quiet.
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on her door. She opened it and saw her team of gladiators standing there before her. She let in Huck, Abby, Stephen, Quinn and Harrison. Emmalynn saw everyone come inside and ran into everyone's arms. She gave out her kisses to all the gladiators and dragged Quinn and Huck to sit with her on the couch. They all looked at her and could not figure out the men in suits standing out front of her door.
Emmalynn looked at Abby after her hug and said, "Abby, Fiz slept over!"
"Oh My God," Abby cried out. "He freaking slept over. You slept with the…" but Olivia stopped her.
"Abby don't ruin the surprise okay. And no I didn't. We feel asleep on the couch. That is ALL that happened." Olivia told her in front of everyone.
Harrison said to her, "Liv, what is going on. What is up with the 'Men in Black' outside your door? Are you dating some fancy politician that needs our help getting out of here, so his wife won't find out?"
There was some truth in his words. "Harrison it's not what you think. Look all of you sit down and I'll be right back. I have to check on him."
Olivia then walked by the chair and saw Fitz's suit still laid across it. "Oh hell, he's going to need that."
Abby just smiled at her, and didn't say a word. The rest of the team knew something was going on but still didn't realize who was in her house. Before she walked away she told everyone to come up with a tentative game plan to help get her house-guest out undetected. Quinn asked who it was, and Olivia told her to wait a few more minutes and they would all know.
Before she hit her room, she went into the guest room and changed out of her night cloths. Then she realized that her suit for work was in her bedroom closet. "Oh hell." She wrapped her robe around her bra and panties that she had on, and walked out the door.
Olivia then knocked on her bedroom door but heard nothing. "Phew he must still be in the shower. Cool I can drop these off and he'll never know I was in there."
Right when she walked into the room and shut the door, the bathroom door opened and out stepped President Fitzgerald Grant in nothing but a lavender towel wrapped lazily around his waist. Both let out a squeak at the same time, and blushed even more so.
"Mr. President," Olivia got out in a high pitched voice.
He stopped dead in his tracks looking her up and down. There was no way she was just in bathrobe and nothing else. His eyes darted up and down her body, and he watched her get more fidgety by the second. She pulled her robe closer to her body.
"Olivia," he said to her now walking closer to her. "Did you need something?"
She looked him up and down and watched a sexy smirk emerge on his face. The water droplets were cascading down his fine chest. His muscles were sculpted, like he should be a model for GQ. Then she followed the water drops down to his six pack, causing her to almost stop breathing. She was having thoughts of how he would feel pressed against her skin. His arms were large and muscular. She inadvertently licked her lips, with her eyes taking him in. He kept moving closer to her. "Mr. President, I. Um should go?"
She turned to leave still with his suit in her hand but he got a hold of her first. "Isn't that mine."
"What's yours," she whimpered out, unable to turn and face him. He was directly behind her, in a towel, just coming out of her shower. She could smell shampoo and a cinnamon scent. It was her shower jell. She'll never be able to smell that scent and not think of him now. "Dangit, she cursed herself.
"That suit in your possession. Unless you are going to wear it instead," he let his voice trail off. He was getting closer to her now. She could feel his chest behind on her back, moving up and down in labored breaths.
"Oh, sorry, I'll just put it on the bed for you. Then I'll go so you can get dressed." Olivia said but as she began to side step over to the bed, Fitz took his suit out her hand, and placed it on the bed himself. He stepped right back behind her and her breathing became so intense that she could hardly breathe.
He walked forward, and placed his hand on her stomach pulling her into him. His hand on her bare stomach, was causing an ache in her body she had never experienced before. He then reached his other hand and wrapped it around her, outside of her robe. He rested his head on her shoulder.
"Livy, say my name," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his 'need' for her, as his body was pressed up against hers.
She closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against him. "I can't."
He wanted to start kissing her neck. Her neck was calling out to him to be kissed. It was perfect, but he knew the moment he started, it wouldn't stop there.
"Why?" He asked her, pleading with her to say his name. He knew the moment his name came out of her lips it would be no turning back for him, for them. He knew he had to leave. He was still just in a towel, and her in her bath robe, but dang, the sensations that were going through his body right now, were insane. He wanted her. This was a want he's never experienced before. He wanted her to know the affect she has on him.
"I just can't. I'm not ready for what it will mean to both of us when I do. Just hearing you call me 'Livy,' gives me butterflies." She put her hand over her mouth, not believing she just told him that.
"Butterflies, huh," he told her, "Then you know how I feel every time I look into those beyond gorgeous eyes of yours. I could get lost in them, in you forever Livy and not care. With you I am just Fitz. I have never felt that with anyone before."
She shook her head back and forth and tried to pull away from him. "No, I have to go. This can't happen right now. I'm not ready for this. You are not a free man yet."
Fitz turned her around finally to face him. "Look at me."
"I can't."
"Please. I won't do anything unless you want me to. I promise to be a perfect gentleman."
Fitz could hear her stifle back a laugh. She finally opened her eyes to look at him. She knew if she looked down and saw his "deliciousness" again she'd be a goner. "Look my team is out there waiting for both of us. They are going to start to wonder if I don't get out there."
"Liv, tell me you feel this to. Tell me I am not imagining ANY of this. Tell me this is real. Tell me WE are real." He took her hand and placed it on his chest. His skin was so soft, and she could feel his heart pounding. He reached his other hand up, and caressed her face.
The moment his hand touched her face, she closed her eyes and snuggled her face back to his hand. She then opened her eyes, and went with her gut. "I DO."
With those two words 'I do,' she was saying more to him than she could have imagined. Fitz knew it, and so did she. She then told him, "Yes ALL this is real. But you are still going through a divorce, and I am still getting over losing Em's dad. This is real and something tells me no matter what happens, it's going to be great."
"It's going to be great, huh." Fitz told her, finally stepping away. She nodded her head and she went into her closet and got out her suit.
"I am going to go in the guest bedroom and change," she then saw him pout, and shook her head at him, and you get dressed. "I can't have you meet my team in my lavender towel."
"I would leave a 'delicious' first impression," he said winking at her.
"You are never going to let me live that down are you."
"Nope, I've never been called 'delicious' before. It's a first for me."
Olivia then walked over and got her outfit out of the closet. She was about to hit the door when she heard him say, "Liv?"
She turned to face him. "Don't go too far, I may need help with my tie."
"You're incorrigible." She then turned and walked out the door. She shut the door and saw Abby standing down the hall staring at her.
Abby dragged her into the room and gave her a hard time, thinking they just had sex. Olivia scolded her and told her no. She left out the part about the towel because then Abby would have something more to mess with her. Abby then left her alone to get dressed.
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#OneMinuteGate…
Olivia emerged from the guest room, the same time Fitz came out of her room. He was dressed in a charcoal grey pin striped suit, with a light blue shirt, and tie that sort of matched. Olivia had on a white sleeveless dress, with a light white sweater over top. They practically ran into each other in her hallway. Each stopped and just looked at each other. She gulped down really hard, and gave him a shy smile, clearly remembering what he was in a few minutes ago.
She began to turn to go down the hall when she heard, "Wait."
She lifted her eyebrows him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say. There was so much said between them already. She braced her back against the wall outside the guest room.
Fitz let out a sigh. He what he wanted to say but what they've shared between them already, it could hurt things. He finally said, "I'm almost divorced and the President of the United States. I can't."
"I know. I don't want you to." Olivia told him. She could see that he was struggling to.
"But, just stand here with me for one minute. Let's not go out there and think or figure out a way to get me out of here. For one minute, we just stand here and I'm not the President and you're not Emmalynn's mom, missing her dad. Just stand her with me. We're just us. For one minute," he walked into her space, "stand here with me."
"One minute," in this moment she could not deny his plea. She knew the moment they entered her living room and her entire team saw WHO slept over her house, they would be running on all cylinders to get him back to the White House unseen. She new time was running out, but in this moment she did not care. She need this 'one minute' with him, to feel normal. For them both to feel normal.
They stood only inches apart from each other, just looking into each other's eyes. Olivia could hear her teams voices, attempting to guess who accidentally spent the night at her house. But the more she looked into Fitz's eyes, she found her herself getting lost in them.
When she first met him his eyes looked blue-grey. But now she saw a sadness and loneliness that was not present before. His eyes were now mostly grey with only hints of blue streaks in them. Fitz was doing his best to hide his longing for her, but he knew she saw right through him and vice versa.
Fitz himself got lost in her eyes the entire minute. The more he looked into them, the more he found himself being pulled into her soul. Her dark-brown eyes were, so perfect. Her huge pupils, were drawing him on like a black hole, that he would not mind getting lost in forever. Then he noticed how the brown glimmered if the light from them just hit them just right coming in from the window.
He took a step into her space, unable to stay away from her. She tried to tell "no" but no words could stop him, or come out of her mouth.
Fitz then reached down and took both her hands in his own. He squeezed her hands in his own and circled his fingers on top of her hands. The touch was light but it was enough to tell her everything she needed to know. She let go of his hands and almost stepped away from him. She stopped and turned back.
She smiled and outstretched her hand for him to take. "You ready to meet my gladiators."
"Ready as I'll ever be," Fitz said as he grabbed her hand. He has met world leaders but why the hell was he so scared to meet her friends. He then whispered to her, as they walked down the hallway, "What's a gladiator?"
"I'll explain it to you in a minute okay."
"Okay." He told her. They walked hand and hand and could hear Stephen, Quinn, and Harrison guessing who spent the night. Abby surprisingly did not say a word.
"Maybe it's that Senator," said Quinn.
"Oh come on," Harrison said, "she was not that into him. He just wanted her for arm candy."
Then they heard Stephen say, "Think people, whom ever she brought us over here for must be big. There is no way this person would have all the 'Men in Black' outside if he wasn't important. They are protecting someone."
"Maybe the White House Chief of Staff spent the night," Abby said trying to keep herself from spilling the beans.
Huck just eyed her. He then told her, "No Abby, that's not possible. He's gay and married to a James Novak."
Quinn said, "Well maybe he's bi now? You know once you go 'Pope' you don't go back."
Fitz just about broke out laughing in the hallway. Olivia shushed him. They were almost there now where her team could see them.
"Quinn," Abby said, "no not possible."
"That's the secret service out there, which only means one thing." Huck said finally.
Olivia and Fitz froze in the hallway, barely breathing. She put her arms out, bracing herself against him. Stephen turned to him and got out, "What do you mean that's the secret service? How the hell do you know that?"
"Because the suits they are wearing are in dark in color. The ear pieces they are wearing are ones only issued for those on POTUS detail, on a specific frequency. Plus the black car out front had government plates on it. That plate, is only listed to the White House."
Fitz told Olivia, "Shit he's good."
She nodded at him. "Huck there is no way President Fitzgerald Grant spent the night here with Liv and Emmy. Dude, that's just insane. She's never met the guy." Harrison spoke this time.
Just then Olivia stepped out from the hallway. "Liv, who the hell is back there" Stephen asked her. "Who are we helping sneak out of here?"
"Well it's a long story. But I did met Ella's godfather yesterday." She said. Abby was smiling.
"Come on Liv." Harrison said, "We've got your back but who the hell are you hiding back there? Huck is positive that's the Secret Service out there, and you have the President of the United States here. That is not possible."
She reached out her hand, and her team saw a masculine hand take it. "Good Morning everyone," Fitz said still holding onto Olivia's hand. Abby looked down and smiled.
Emmalynn ran up to him, yelling "FIZ!" He scooped her up, and brought Olivia in closer to him.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Her team yelled in unison.
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Well my sweet loves I leave you here, in this place. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and it's "McSteamy" shower scene I gave you. I couldn't resist and trust me my heart was pounding when I was writing it. I wanted more to happen but you know me…it will happen when I'm ready for it to. But picturing TG in a lavender towel was SO worth it. I know this summer hiatus is rough on us all, but I hope I made your day just a little bit hotter and brighter. ;-)
So now her team knows WHO spent the night. How are they going to get Fitz out of there without being seen? Her gladiators are the best, so they'll handle it. And if Cyrus finds out, (not saying he will) you know it will be EPIC. And will Mellie discover his sleep over?
This is a different Fitz for me to write. He's already telling her how much she's changed him, but I feel Olivia needs to hear it so they can move forward. Emmalynn's dad has still a hold on her heart, but Fitz is wiggling his way in there, whether she realizes it or not. His "freedom" from the Mean Lady is coming too. Hopefully in the next chapter.
Happy #SummerScandalThursday. Leave me "Pumpkin Seeds" cuz they make me smile.
Peace, Pumpkins and Peaches….Me's