Yo #Gladiators Happy July 4th weekend.
Yes you are seeing your alert right, #FizzAndEmmy #SavingGrace is finally getting a new chapter. I know it's been forever. I am truly sorry. I will try to do better.
So I won't keep you but I hope you enjoy and leave me some #Fireworks on the flipside. Things could heat up in here so PLEASE do not read it around little ones. Just saying.
Take care,
Me's
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Chapter 21: Love Me Like You Do…
"I believe that love is the greatest thing in the world; that it alone can overcome hate; that right can and will triumph over might." – John D. Rockefeller, Jr.
You're the light, you're the night
You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
Fitz had been voluntarily "sequestered" himself into a separate room from Olivia, granting her all the time she needed to prepare for this very special second date. The hotel had no issue giving Fitz a spare empty room for a couple of hours keeping him away from Olivia. He had been in the room for two hours and was ready to walk down the hall to pick her up for their date.
TWO HOURS, he had been away from her since last night and it felt like an eternity. Since arriving in New York City, finally getting a glimpse of HER – HIS LADY IN RED when she stood in the Rainbow Room literally took his breath away. He truly believed he could not love her more, but she did ever prove him to be wrong.
From the mermaid gowns off the shoulder fabric shall behind her, its fitted semi-folded bodice, and ruffled bottom and train; Fitz had sworn to all the heavens to please not be dreaming. If ALL of last night was a fantasy, he prayed not to wake up. She was gorgeous, and his. He vowed to himself to make it a first date they would never forget.
She was his dream.
A dream he thought he'd never find in his lifetime.
ALL of it changed that fateful afternoon on the side of the road, when he stopped behind her and Emmalynn. Those images from that moment flash into his mind like a romantic comedy movie one had been waiting for months to come to the theatres. From her pacing around her car, to hearing her cursing out the mechanic for not fixing her SUV.
Of course telling off his Secret Service Agents, and making a grown group a men blush, he knew she was like no other woman he'd ever met.
His offer to help a "Damsel in Distress." He chuckles as the memory of her words of, "No thank you I am fine. I would hate for you to dirty your expensive suit." He pleaded with her to take a look but Olivia would not budge. She stomped in a huff not realizing WHO Fitz truly was.
Fitz laughs as his mind recalls assuring her he didn't mind. Olivia told him, "Unless you're the President of the United States and can ban shady mechanics from screwing up your car once but twice then I'll be fine."
"I don't know, but I may know him. Really I do not mind lending a damsel distress some help."
As Fitz gets into his suit jacket, he cannot help but laugh loudly at the memory of Olivia whipping around telling him he does not know the President. When she realized who he was, the tire iron she was holding almost fell to the ground. Fitz was a goner, head of over heels in love with her from that moment on. She handed the tire iron at a loss for words over to him to fix her tire.
"Oh Livy I fell in love with you the moment my motorcade stopped and I saw you from the distance. I may have left you speechless, but it was you that have left me at a loss for words ever since." He buttons his jacket, then straightens his tie. He reaches into his pocket, finding a tie pin that was not there before.
He opens the tissue paper and his smile widens. It is white gold, with the date engraved they met on the across the back where only he can see. He sees a tiny note.
"Hi. This is to keep me close to your heart even when we cannot be together. From the very day you entered my life Fitz, you changed me and Emmalynn. I am so grateful that crazy mechanic messed up my SUV because it lead me to you. I'm happy to be your damsel in distress but only when I'm in a giving mood. I love you and don't be late for our date. – Livy."
He walks to the mirror clipping it to his tie just under his heart, where she'll forever be with him. He exhales deeply as it shimmers in the mirror. He is brought of his thoughts hearing a knock at the door.
Fitz opens it. "Yes Tom."
"Excuse me Mr. President but everything you requested is prepared. I believe it's time for you to pick up Miss Pope," Tom smirks. "She texted me and told me she was waiting for you."
"She didn't open her door to tell you in person," Fitz wonders.
"No Sir. I did not question why but I believe YOU have to be the first person to see her in this dress. The last time she literally," Tom stops talking watching Fitz's eyes raise. "I apologize."
"It's all right Tom. I understand. Olivia did look absolutely incredible in that red dress. I don't blame you for losing all cognitive thoughts," Fitz comments with a smirk. "Livy is a gorgeous woman and THAT RED DRESS," he feels himself becoming aroused once again just thinking of her in it, "only proved it."
"Yes Mr. President. You are a lucky man," Tom replies as Fitz steps out the room. The agents will go in in a few to clean the room for the hotel.
"I agree Tom," Fitz answers wistfully. They leisurely stroll to the room Fitz and Olivia shared. As Tom is about to knock, Fitz stops him. "Tom how do I look?"
"Very debonair Sir," Tom smirks. "Miss Pope will approve. I know she loves this dark navy blue on you. I heard her tell her friend, it brings it out your eyes."
"Abby right?" Tom nods then steps down the hall giving Fitz some privacy to knock on the door. Most men pick up a woman for a date alone, not with an army of Secret Service agents. He gently wraps on the door in a short few moments Olivia opens it, hiding herself behind it. Fitz does not utter a word but steps inside then down the stairs to their suite.
He spins after hitting the carpeted floor.
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You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much
The breath in his lungs expels quickly rendering him gasping for air and mute. His eyes widen as his Livy, HIS GIRL approaches him tantalizing slow in a tea-length, off the shoulder sleeveless black and red chiffon dress. The top of the dress is completely black hugging her chest in an A-line, Princess style.
The bottom of the dress is a filled with red design throughout the black chiffon material. From a distance the red appears to be roses but as his eye fully take her in, they're red blotches. She twirls for him displaying her bright red sparkling five-inch sterling silver heals. They enhance her legs, silver earrings, and necklace she's wearing.
She has rendered him completely speechless again in less than twenty-four hours. Just when he's certain she cannot be any more beautiful, Olivia turns his world upside down.
"Hi," Olivia utters bashfully. The breathiness in her words causes Fitz to nearly drop the dozen red roses onto the floor. She is to him before the bouquet plops onto the steps. "Are those for me, Mr. President," she cautiously inquires catching the roses in her hand.
"Hi," he exhales in a tight voice laced with NEED to touch every part of her.
"Fitz," she squeezes his hand as she brings the roses in front of her face to hide her amusement and nerves under his penetrating gaze. By the look in his eyes, he is ready to forgo their date, and bring her back to bed. "The flowers?"
She snaps her fingers to refocus his attention. He steps into her personal space no longer able to keep himself from touching her. "I. Love You," he murmurs as his large hands palm her soft cheeks. "So freaking much Olivia," he croaks unable to keep it to himself. His forehead touches hers as his arms snake around her waist not stopping until his hands are on her tailbone drawing her close. Their hips touch as he begins to sway her from side to side on the steps.
As she melts into his firm body, she sighs contently. Her eyes close permitting herself to bask in this man's love. She can feel his eyes boring through her eyelids. She is unable to meet his gaze. Again this, them - NO HIM is too much. It amazes her with even the slightest look, touch, KISS from this man renders her mute.
Olivia loses not only herself but ALL rational thought when he is near. Fitz does not have to be close to her. He can be across the room. She senses him the moment he arrives. This connection they share is unlike anything she's ever experienced with anyone, let alone a man. After this weekend, she wonders herself how they will fair being apart.
Fitz's love has been encircling her from the very instant they met. Their hearts connected the pivotal instant their eyes met when she told and told him he did not know the President. It was her moment of clarity. The darkness she placed herself in after Chris's death began to disappear slowly permitting the wall she built around herself and Emmalynn to finally collapse.
She wishes she did not keep him at an arms-length for so long. He pulled out ALL the stops not only for Olivia but her little girl. From the ride he gave them to Ella's Christening, the rose he gave Emmalynn, to bringing over her favorite stuffed elephant that night. He risked his safety to bring her baby girl Sadie.
How could she ever top "Trick or Treating" at the White House as "Sophia the First." Not only Fitz himself dressed up but so did Karen and Jerry. He made her dream of becoming "Sophia" for a night come true. He pursued, and wooed her with more love, and patience since their meeting then any man before.
Olivia never knew loving Fitz this deeply would bring her this much joy. As she stares into his bright blue eyes, she is reminded of Christmas morning, when he came down the stairs with Karen and Jerry finding her and Emmalynn under their tree. The agents snuck her in, granting Fitz's ultimate Christmas Wish.
Emmalynn poised the question to Fitz to "Ask us again," which took him a few seconds to catch on. Her adorable little girl wanted Fitz to ask them both to be his. She can still see her man standing across from them with happy tears in his eyes asking her daughter if they could be his. It warmed her heart like never before.
Fitz had seized control her heart and body and once Emmalynn called him "Fizz" only making her fall for him more. There was no going back. His soul has been waiting for Olivia, this kind of love is entire life. He'll be damned not tell her every chance he gets. She bashfully closes her eyes, burying her face on his suit jacket.
His "Hi" can wait.
"Look at me," he pleads gently.
"I can't, then you'll know," she counters. She is lacking the ability to shield her tears . She told herself no more crying but when he tells her "I LOVE YOU," in a tone sending her heart flying the air and turning her expensive shoes to flats, she's cannot help but cry. She longed to be loved by a man in this fashion.
Fitz however is NOT just any man. He is The President of the United States – the most Powerful Man in the World. But what Olivia does not fully comprehend is the power she has over Fitz. With only a text, message, email, or the sound of her voice, it creates a hold over Fitz not giving himself permission to have his attention taken away from her.
She never believed, nor thought she deserved a man like Fitz after losing Christopher. Emmalynn's father was everything good in her life, coming along at a time where she was in no position to be in a relationship. Slowly he inched his way into her good graces. They began dating, she learned about Emmalynn and he proposed.
Olivia LOVED him with all her heart. Chris told her he loved her every chance he got. But not once did it make her feel THIS WAY. Christopher opened he heart to love. Fitz, on the contrary, made her believe in TRUE LOVE, but happy endings.
Fitzgerald Grant IS her SAVING GRACE.
Their love is the type you read to your daughter in fairy tales where the handsome Prince comes along sweeping the Princess off her feet. They meet, fall in love, to live happily ever after. He takes her to live in castle where he loves and protects the Princess for the rest of their lives.
She did not believe THAT KIND OF LOVE existed until Fitzgerald Grant, her Prince came into her life literally on a black horse – motorcade rescuing her on the side of the road. Her mind flashes to when she stepped out of his car at Ella's christening and she lost her shoe. Before she could find it herself, Fitz was on one knee before her ready to slip her heal onto her small foot.
How he looked at her, totally took her breath away. She was a princess, his. Truth is, Fitz IS real. He is hers but lives in the White House, which according to Emmalynn was his castle. Fitz not only found his Princess but his QUEEN. That is how he's treated her from the moment he stepped into their lives. There is nothing he would not to see to her happiness.
"Look at me Sweetheart," he coos bending his knees to urge her to open her beautiful brown eyes. "I am real Livy. WE ARE REAL. THIS IS REAL. I love you like I do and it won't ever change."
"Fi-," she breathes just as his lips brush over hers. If he truly kisses her now, she'll be a goner.
"Please let me love you," he begs wrapping her arms around his neck. Her fingers lace into his curls. Their softness and texture calms her. Finally her doe eyes open to meet his. "There you are. Hi," he smirks bumping his nose to hers. He rests his nose next to hers. "You are so darn beautiful."
"Thank you," she creaks becoming flustered. "I suppose you clean up nice too Mr. President."
"Well my smoking hot girlfriend helped me out in the shower earlier," he winks. "Plus we've spent so much time having mind blowing sex, it did my body good. I'm fairly sedated. I'm convinced after this weekend, she'll be in my bed more often."
"Hot girlfriend," she playfully scoffs. "Let me see her. I'll gladly rock your world. And who says I will want to be in YOUR bed more often. I have a comfy bed myself Mister."
"Oh Sweetheart I have no doubt. I plan on sleeping wherever you are as much as possible. You cannot expect me to sleep without you now Livy. Especially after this weekend and when you wear a dress like this." His voice deepens not attempting to hide how much he aches for her again.
"A dress like what?" The allusiveness in her voice tantalizes his desire. His head lowers finding the sweet spot behind her ear. Her legs buckle. She mouths his name as his grasp tightens. Then he trails his tongue down the base of her neck, over her bare shoulders where he stops feeling herself give into him once again. His mouth opens as he kisses her exposed cleavage from one side to the other.
"Shit," she whimpers when her nails dig into his shoulders. He smiles wickedly against her skin. As his lips move up her neck, his strategically placed hands, lift her off the ground. He walks her to the bar stool, sits her on it, before opening her legs. Once he's in his favorite area, his hands move up her dress and stop him cold.
"OLIVIA," he calls her name perhaps more entranced then when he began.
"Yes Mr. President," she sighs fluttering her eyes bashfully. Her hands move to his belt beginning to unfasten it.
"Where are your panties?"
"Why?" Her lips are millimeters from his ear. He glares into her eyes ready to take her right on this chair. His mouth goes dry requiring her juices to quench his thirst. "I – well- decided not to pack any. It gives you easy access," she bites her bottom lip. He gulps as her hand pulls his zipper down then enters his boxer briefs finding him more than ready to enter her warmth.
"Liv?"
"I know we have somewhere to be but…," she pauses as his pants fall to his ankles. Fitz eyes widen. This is NOT what he had planned. But his body has other ideas. They had mind blowing sex only hours ago. However she is making him feel as if it's been weeks – months since he's been with her.
She gasps as he widens her legs, just before dropping his boxers to the floor. "But…," he teases rubbing the tip of his engorged shaft against her slick wet hot folds. Olivia not only shaved but waxed before this weekend. Abby insisted on it. Olivia was never so grateful for her advice until he devoured her the first time. She already feels him leaking over her lips.
"I want you Fitz," she pleads through hooded eyes. The heels of her shoes dig into tailbone not wanting to wait any longer.
"Do you now," he quips, placing himself just outside her entrance. One on hand he moves himself up and down, rubbing his hardness just inside her now parted lips. "And what you like to me to about it my love?" He pushes in slightly.
"Me," she begs clinging to his shoulder. "Please," panting in a voice not entirely her own.
"Oh really," he teases as his lips ghost over hers. "What if I want you all hot and bothered so I can have you any way I want when we come back?"
"Why wait? You can have me any way you please right now." She stops. Her hands leave his shoulders reaching between her legs, spreading her lower lips further. More of her extract seeps onto his thick staff. Her hips begin to gyrate, rubbing her essence all over him.
"Olivia once I'm inside you, I may not be taking you anywhere," he speaks out loud more for his benefit.
"I don't care," she moves her hands to his bare bottom forcing him inside her. Fitz gasps then curses under his breath. Her legs close around him. "I just don't want to have sex Fitz. I want you to make me scream until I'm hoarse."
Before Olivia can utter another sound Fitz crashes his lips onto hers then thrusts violently in and out of her. HARD and FAST is what is girlfriend is begging for, then he'll see to it she gets it. He grips the side of the bar stool for support as his hips move in perfect sync with hers. His eyes glance down between sloppy kisses watching himself propel in and out of her snug passage.
Her sugary nectar coats him fully from the base to tip. With each motion, Fitz craves more. Her heeled feet dig into his bottom spurring him on. She has turned him on before but NOTHING like this. Not only is she beautiful, but it's incredibly hot to be going at it with your girlfriend, dressed in a breathtaking dress, with no panties on a bar stool. Her legs are wrapped around your waist with her shoes on.
"Fuck," he rumbles. She smiles between kisses. "You are so HOT Livy. How can you be mine?"
"I'm so close," she hazily alleges. She is trying to prevent herself from release so quickly but Fitz feels so good. TOO GOOD. Her channel feels every vein, bump from his sheer size. She leans back widening her legs giving him more access increasing his depth.
Fitz is on his tip toes plowing into her. "More please. Harder."
"Dammit," he growls as his own peak nears. When they return to DC how in the World is HE going to be able to curve his desire around her after this? He can picture himself walking the halls with her, then slinking into a nearby room, leaning her over a table, entering her from behind.
"You have any idea what are you doing to me," he hisses lifting her up to bite her bottom lip. "I don't ever want to STOP."
"Then don't. Show me," she appeals in a lust filled tone. He breaks their faces apart, stalling his movements staring hard into her eyes. He gulps afraid to hurt her, or better yet rip her in half. The attraction burning inside his own body is too much. If it emerges to the surface, what will it do to them both?
"Livy?"
"I want ALL of you Fitz," she begs cupping his face to gaze into his dark lust filled eyes. "Just plee-," she cannot finish because Fitz literally launches himself all over, IN her further than he's ever been. Olivia swears he's touching her womb.
Fitz senses his depth and continues to assault her body. Thrust after thrust, he bulldozes into her hot channel as if this is the very last time. She can barely hold onto the bar stool after each of Fitz's gyrations. His pace is relentless, borderline animalistic. But he can keep it contained no longer.
"FITZ," she screams unable to keep the fire brimming within her from erupting. Every piece of her begins to shake as she hollers his name at the top of her lungs. She has never been a screamer in the bedroom. That was until HE came along. "FF-II- TT-ZZ!"
Olivia jerks him onto the stool with her second before he finally reaches his own peek. Her walls clamp around him, sucking deep, he cannot hold it any longer. Every part of his length and girth is felt as he dumps his seed inside her body.
"OLIVIA. SWEETHEART," he growls into her mouth as more leaves his body. His entire body convulses as he falls on top of her. Her legs grip onto his waist in order for them not to end up on the floor. That would not be good. Her hands cascade up and down his back permitting Fitz to relax. He slumps onto her, then barely lifts off to gaze into her eyes.
He cups her face just before running his thumbs over her face.
"Wow," he sighs.
"Wow," she exhales wistfully. "I needed that." He smirks still inside her. He felts himself twitch. "What," she questions as he lifts off her even more. There is this twinkle in his eyes.
"You're bossy," he chastises.
"And?" She chortles pulling out then wiping them both with a towel. He yanks his pants up, then clasps his belt. "You love it when I am."
He's lucky he fastened his pants because he's certain he would have dropped them to the floor. She hops off the chair into his arms. "Cuz I'm sure we can arrange some kind of hot limo sex on our way to our date." Her fingers walk up his chest, then lace into his curls. His hands stay down by his sides. "I am kind of eager to have you in the back of a limo."
"Olivia," he growls. The shy, inhibited, reserved woman who he swept off her feet forever, disappeared. This weekend in the Big Apple, ALONE with him turned her into a "sex kitten" eager to keep him in bed, unclothed, with a "hard-on" since she first appeared in that red dress. He is unsure where the woman he first met all those months ago met, but he'll pray to anyone who's listening to please keep this version of his girlfriend around behind closed doors.
"Yes Mr. President," she breathes into his ear on her tip-toes. His hands now grip her sides.
"You cannot tell me these things," he warns.
"Why?" She flutters her eyes as she bites her lip. "Are you all finished having your way with me? I really thought you could handle more. It must be an old guy thing." Before she can tease him any longer, she's up in the air over his shoulder. "FITZ! PUT ME DOWN!"
"No."
"PUT ME DOWN DAMMIT!"
"I said NO," he huffs. "Not till you take it back."
"Ah huh," she snips in a teasing tone. "You want me to take it back. Then make me," she counters as her hands reach in front of him to grab his hardening tool. She locates the target of her desires and massages it while he's holding her upside down.
"Olivia stop it," Fitz grumbles shaking his waist to remove her hands.
"No. If I do then you can't show me how OLD you're not," she implies in a seductive tone.
His eyes lift. He saunters to their bedroom, plops her on the bed, lays on top of her. He hands her hands over her head not permitting her to touch him. "I hate you…,"
"Liar. You want me Fitzgerald and you know it. If you didn't you wouldn't be ready to forget about our date, tear off our clothes, and make me scream your name over and over again until neither one of us can walk. I told you I didn't want to go out. I want to stay in bed – with you – naked doing nothing but make love to you. But you said you planned…,"
She stops in her words as his lips connect with hers in a slow, sweet, toe curling kiss. Her legs then wrap around his waist squeezing him. Fitz releases her arms, then places them around his neck while he continues to kiss her deeply. His tongue enters her mouth seeking out its companion. The kiss intensifies until both are in need of air.
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You're the fear, I don't care
Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
You can see the world you brought to life, to life
Olivia lips remain open after Fitz breaks off their connection. Her eyes flutter open. He's hovering above her. It is then she sees the tie clip. Her fingers trace across it. Fitz leans on his arm. His hands covers hers completely. "Liv?" She looks at him. "I love you. No matter if we didn't make love this weekend or not, I'd still want you just as much. I'll never leave you – ever. I am FOREVER yours."
She whimpers. "But..."
"Ah huh," he growls kissing her nose. "I am not complaining about how much we are enjoying each other, but please let me romance you – sweep you off your feet at least one more time before we leave," he beseeches.
"So you ain't taking me to Taco Bell," she teases.
He laughs. "No." She bites her bottom lip. "Trust me after tonight's date you can keep me ALL to yourself. I swear." She smiles. "But remember this," she nods. "You, Olivia Pope along with Emmy are my life. I will always be here to love and take care of you both till my last breath if you'll have me."
"Fitz as you asking me….," she gasps as her heart rate quickens.
"No…," he kisses her nose. A quick breath of relief leaves her quickly. "Not yet. Trust me Miss Pope you WILL know it when I do. If you think this romantic weekend away was incredible you just wait." He wiggles his eyes. She gulps. "I will totally blow your mind."
"You really want to marry little ole me," she replies in a southern tone. Fitz smirks before chuckling. "Why?"
"So I can kiss you ANYTIME I want."
"Oh really," she snickers. "What if I want more than just kissing Mr. President? You really think you can handle more of me."
"Trust me I am well prepared," he moves his body to over hers again. "But just in case we'll get in more practice rounds so I'll be up to the challenge."
"Aren't you already," she quips. He cannot answer her because he always seems to be ready when she is near. His body calls to him like a moth to a flame eager to feel the burn. He lifts off her then helps her stand.
"Always Sweetheart," he kisses her hand needing to separate himself from her. She rolls her eyes. Her dress is fixed while he situates his suit. In the mirror her make-up is reapplied. She's relieved Fitz totally didn't mess up her hair. At the mirror he comes behind her to pull her close. "You ready?"
"Yes."
"Good now let's go before the agents come in and check if we are alive?"
"Oh trust me I'm sure they heard me scream," Olivia states. Fitz stops and stares.
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620 Loft and Garden…
This time they make it to the door with everything she needs for their date. Tom hears the door open and is there. Rockefeller center security has been increased because of Fitz's presence. Only the top personnel in charge are aware of Fitz being here. He meets the head of their security and of course the daughter of David Rockefeller, Eileen Rockefeller Growald.
Olivia is even more confused. He holds her hand. "Hello Mr. President," Fitz is greeted. "I am so pleased you're enjoying your stay with us."
"I am very much Mrs. Growald," Fitz addresses her formally. They speak a few minutes while they walk and stop in front of the Rainbow Room. Olivia stops completely confused. "It's okay Sweetheart. Where our date is, we have to walk through the Rainbow Room."
"We do," she questions.
Fitz kisses her brow. "Trust me all right."
"You know I hate surprises," she reminds them after they enter the Rainbow Room. It looks the same as it did last night. But this time all the tables are in place, perfectly set, with fresh flowers, and a spectacular view of New York City. As they pass by the windows Olivia's hand flies over her heart overcome with the beauty of the view.
Fitz releases Olivia's hand then gestures to Mrs. Growald. "Can we…," he glances towards the massive window.
"Absolutely," she smirks. "It is quite beautiful and different during the day."
Fitz asks her for a favor before walking away which she gladly has no issue with. "It would be my pleasure Sir. I'll keep snapping so you both have plenty of memories." She steps to the corner of the room where Fitz and Olivia can have a few moments enjoying the view of the city privately.
The breathtaking 360 degree view of the entire city, leaves Olivia winded. Fitz is there behind her as she wobbles. "Livy?"
"I'm okay," she murmurs gripping his forearms. His large hand covers hers. I was so wrapped up in you last night, I never really took in this," her eyes scan all the windows. There is still daylight, but the sun will begin its descent into the horizon in a couple of hours. "Do you think we can walk back through here when it's dark? I'd really like to see it again - take it in."
"As you wish," he sighs leaning his head on hers. "I'll see to your heart's desire."
Her eyes meets his. "Oh you've already done that Handsome." She stands on her toes to kiss his lips. Fitz smirks as their lips meet in a flurry of feathery soft kisses. She drops his arm then walks to the window where the Empire State and in the distance behind it, the One World Observatory. "Fitz," his arms are now circled around her from behind.
"Yes?"
"Have you ever been on top of the Empire State, like all the way up – the 102 floor, and the One World Tower," she questions. "I'd really like to see," she pauses to remember. "Forever with you."
She is his forever. "No Sweetheart," he admits. "I'd really like to one day. I hear it's incredible. Have you?" She nods no. He spins her body to face his. Fitz's large hands cup her face. "Then for a date I promise you Sweetheart we will do both." Her eyes widen. "Yes I know I'm President but I'll make it happen all right."
"You're spoiling me Fitzgerald," she warns. "The security that will be involved, and the PRESS."
"Don't you worry about either," he admonishes with a smirk. "That is why I have Tom at my side. He'll talk to his boss and see if it is feasible. The world will know about us by then. And I also plan to spoil you for the rest of my natural life and the next." She kisses his lips. His hands move around her drawing her close.
She begins to moan as he once again surrounds her with his warmth and presence. She places her fingers on his lips to stop him. He grumbles not wanting to stop kissing her. She snickers. Truthfully can drown in his kisses for hours, not wanting him to stop. But here in front of David Rockefellers daughter is not appropriate.
"Come on Mister before we our even later for our date," she chastises as they walk towards Eileen Rockefeller Growald. The leave the Rainbow Room, and she feels the cold February air hit her lungs. Her eyes adjust to the light, and she freezes. She stammers backwards not believing where Fitz had brought her. "How?"
"I have skills beautiful," he jests.
She huffs. "Skills? Really…," she scolds ready to smack him.
He wiggles his eyes. "Fine I asked your Mother and Abby besides the Rainbow Room what would be on your 'Bucket List" to do here in New York City. They each told me the same thing, this place," he draws her close into his chest sensing she is on the verge of tears. "I know there are four but I could only get us into this one. It's your favorite by the way."
"But how. This is normally closed to the public," she remembers from her readings and other friends who have been to New York City and have done a tour here. Fitz chuckles. "Fitzgerald What. Did. You. Do," she scolds grasping onto his tie, bringing his face to hers.
"I told you dating The Leader of the Free World had perks Sweetheart," her free hand comes in contact with the back of his head. "Ouch," Fitz winces. "Fine I asked for us to come up here. I knew how much it meant to you Livy to see one of the Rooftop Gardens so I checked to see if it could happen." He points to the added agents on top of various building surrounding them. He owes every agent, helper, and personnel who came on this trip a great deal.
"You JUST asked to bring your girlfriend up to this elaborate garden like it's not big deal. They are normally not open to the public Fitz," he winks. "And they said yes."
"I am The President," he reminds her sheepishly. "We are not the public. I am just guy on a date with his girl, giving her a Valentine's Day weekend to remember. And you love me?"
"Yes I do and I'm aware," she exhales. "You are NOT just a guy MISTER President," she stresses bopping his nose with the tip of her gloved hand. He chuckles.
"Oh yes I am. I am YOUR Guy Miss Pope," he kisses her nose.
"Don't remind me," she chastises. She cups his face then steps away from him to look around the beautiful Roof Top Garden. She of course knows which one it is. The 620 Loft and Garden just outside the Rainbow Room. She walks from under the tented area, onto a cobblestones from Italian streets, then up a section of stairs onto the grass.
"Fitz," she turns to him. "How it is still green? It's February?"
"The garden is watered when the temperature remains above a certain degree. It has been a fairly mild last week the four gardens have been getting extra water." Olivia smiles. Fitz motions for her to step out into the middle of the garden in order to see the City. The hedged trimmed bushes perfectly cut even in the winter adorning the sides, and medium size evergreens staring back at her from the front of the garden, take her breath away.
"Too see this in the spring when everything is in bloom," she murmurs to herself with Fitz not too far behind.
"I'll make it happen for us Livy. We can bring Jerry, Karen and Emmy," he explains wistfully. She eyes him curiously knowing Fitz will make it happen. He kisses her brow then walks ahead on his own. He steps closer to the evergreens in front of a pool and freezes seeing Olivia now walking towards him on the cobblestone walkway. Her hands are clasped in front of her as she meanders towards him.
"Livy," he mutters overcome with a vision of her in a wedding gown, veil, flowers in her hands, walking TO HIM to become his wife. The dress he imagines her wearing, from anyone of the top designer's not only fits her every curve, but will make him fall in love with her all over again. And then nearly impossible to keep his hands from touching her anyplace he can find.
Her father escorts her proudly. Then of course is son Jerry is there to lend a helping hand more than willing to help his "new Grandfather" give his daughter away. Karen a bridesmaid, and Emmalynn flower girl. Emmy has to be reminded not to run to her "Fizz" and to take her time.
St. Patrick's Cathedral is off to his right side as he's facing his bride. It's over 150 years old, a beautiful catholic church where many would love to get married. He's not certain if it is for Olivia or himself, but everything in this moment literally takes his breath away. This church is the heart of the city, he's told, but HIS heart is walking towards him – eyes locked as if she can read his mind.
She stops just before reaching him. "Fitz," cooing his name breathlessly. "Stop."
He steps to her with a smile which creates butterflies in her stomach. "Stop what," he told her hands as if they were ready to say their vows.
"You're making me nervous," she snips in a teasing manner. In his eyes she picks up on what he's wistfully thinking of. It is also her dream, it always was. She will not voice to Fitz because he fears he'll see that it happens.
He too exhales deeply as his heart pounds in his chest. If he had a ring in his pocket, it would be burning his suit to come out. Then it would slide onto her ring finger on its rightfully owners hand where he would wait for her answer. He steps into her personal space but does not release her hands.
One of his fingers just ghosts above her bare ring finger, wondering when the right time will arrive for him to make a permanent change. Off to his side, he can picture the Priest asking them to recite their vows, then slip the ring onto the other's fingers. It's too much as he cups her face in his hands. "You may kiss your bride," Fitz hears.
Before Olivia realizes it, Fitz lips are pressed against hers. Her stance falters as he kisses her tenderly almost afraid she'll reject him. The kiss is SO delicate, like a Monarch Butterfly's wings just breaking free of a cocoon. The very tips of his lips just brush against hers. He tried to calm his racing heart, thinking of her becoming his wife one day, but it was pointless.
Olivia's hand finds Fitz's curls, bringing their lips to connect fully. If Fitz is going to kiss her – then a REAL kiss is what she wants.
Fitz deepens it after a more lingering closed mouth kisses. His hand cups her face tenderly allowing his thumb to sweep against her skin affectionately. One of his arms sweeps behind her covering the span of the middle of her back. Fitz's arms tightens, bringing her closer. His tongue touches her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth. She complies readily. Her tongue meets his.
Finally Fitz's knees bend, as his other hand leaves her face to join the other behind her back. The New York City skyline disappears their eyes open briefly to see the other. Then they shut.
In this moment TIME STOPS.
NEW YORK CITY STOPS.
The rooftop garden becomes quiet.
They are TOTALLY alone in their own little world.
A cold current of air passes through the garden UP Olivia's dress. "Burr," she shrieks unhooking her lips from Fitz's. She trembles as the wind's speed intensifies.
He smirks but only for a fleeting moment. A stronger gust passes THROUGH his pants, and up his suit coat. "Yikes," he chortles clinging to her for warmth.
"Fitz," she whines. "I think we should go inside and finish our date before my legs freeze."
"Good idea. But if they do, I'll gladly warm them up when we arrive back at our room," he suggests through hooded eyes. Sex with him is the last thing on her mind, as it grows colder where they are standing. But a nice HOT bubble bath would be nice.
"I want bubbles," she announces. He laughs. "And you."
"Deal," he answer liking her idea even more. Mrs. Growald captures a few more pictures of the couple before heading inside where it's warmer. By now the sun has begun to set. Lights illuminate in the various sky scrapers through the Skyline. With Fitz behind her, they watch as the city's lights come on as day turns into night.
"Watch," Fitz instructs her pointing to the Empire State.
"Huh?" She remains in his arms as the top of the Empire State Building lights up in Rainbow Colors. "Is that because of us? Did you ask…," she spins quickly to face him. He blushes. "Seriously."
"Yah," creeking as his forehead rests against hers.
"Oh," she sighs burying herself in his arms. "You really know how to take a woman on a first date."
He rests his head on top of hers. "I want this weekend to be first date for us to remember. After we get back Livy I want things to change." He lifts her face in order to gaze deeply into her molten brown eyes. "I don't want…,"
He's silenced as her lips brush against his. "I am aware," her body rustles against him. She worries because of Emmy, her friends, family, and of course her would have been in- laws. "We'll talk about it after I we return home. Not tonight," she warns. She must tell him about Chris's family but she promised herself it would not happen this weekend. This time away is for them alone, no one else.
"Okay," he exhales.
Hand in hand they follow Mrs. Growald to one the restaurants inside the current building they are in. Luckily the floor was closed down waiting for Fitz to arrive. They enter inside the empty and shown to a quiet table in the back where they cannot be spotted. Olivia is surprised no one else is around but remembers they are closed on Sunday.
The waiter along with the chef arrives at their table. He greets the couple, writes their order then disappears to prepare dinner. Their drinks arrive along with hors d'oeuvres to snack on. They chat, kiss, link hands, while sharing the appetizer. Fitz cannot help but want Olivia's in his lap. He attempts once but she stops him.
"Behave," she warns. He wiggles is eyes. "You're shameless."
"Yes but I'm yours."
"Always," she reflects on their time together. Fitz has been hers since they moment the day they met. He sees it in her eyes.
"I love you," he utters cupping her face. She blushes as their gaze refuse to waver. Fifteen minutes later their food arrives.
Fitz ordered a stuffed chicken valentino with parmesan cheese, roasted red bell peppers, chives, and mozzarella with two sides. Olivia a grilled salmon with a honey-soy marinade, along with two sides. For dessert Fitz surprises Olivia with a White Chocolate Raspberry cheesecake.
Once all the food is eaten, bill paid, Fitz escorts Olivia up to their room. As the elevator doors open to their floor, she scoops her up in his arms. "Hey," she reprimands. "I can walk you know."
"So," he replies unconcerned.
"So why am being carried to our room?"
"Because you've been out of my arms long enough and you MUST have the full Fitzgerald Grant III treatment," he boasts.
"Oh Lord there's more," she grouse. "Fitz I don't think I can handle much more of…," but she's at a loss for words again as Tom opens their door. There are candles lit all over their room. "Oh my heavens." Her breath catches. "How…," her feet are placed onto the floor. He wraps his arms securely around her from behind.
"Perks of my job," he smiles as his lips brush against her cheek.
"What did you do buy out Yankee candle?" She leans into his embrace further. He chuckles as his lips begin to suck on her neck. He shrugs his jacket off. His hands travel their way to the back of her dress. Fitz presses himself into her bottom. Her breath hitches. "Oh…," she moans as the zipper is opened and his hand find her bare skin.
"And if I did," Fitz moans. "What can I do to you?" Her legs buckle. Fitz catches her. Her hands travel behind her unbuckling his belt. She pulls his pants, and boxers drop to the floor. He steps out of them. "Close your eyes. Don't you move," he commands. Her dress is still on. Fitz steps away from her for seconds to strip himself off his shirt. Now he's completely naked.
His hands touch her shoulders allowing the dress to drop onto the floor. He bends down, then kisses her starting from her feet traveling all the way up her legs. She shakes as his lips connect with her arms at her sides. He repeats this act on the other side. Fitz walks her backwards until she's against their bed. He lays her backwards.
A smile graces her face as he spreads her legs with his hands then lips. When he reaches her warmth he parts her lower lips with his fingers while suckling her breasts. She is writhing against his fingers. "Can I have you Livy," he pleads trailing his tongue up to her face.
"Fi-," she at a loss for words. "I….,"
"I must have you Livy. I want to make love to you," he begs in a voice. "I plan on giving you all of me for the rest of night until we leave." Her eyes are still closed. "Can I do that?" He implores her in a voice she's not heard before. He does not want hot, and steamy. He ONLY want to love her. She nods unable to answer.
"Look at me." Olivia opens her eyes. His fingers leave ready to place himself inside. He parts his lips only still his wet tip at her entrance. God she aches for this man. "I. Love. You," he coos slipping inside afraid she'll burst.
"Fitz," she whimpers.
"I," he thrusts into her.
"Love," he murmurs filling her to the hilt.
"I love you too," she answers for him. His eyes catch hers as he pushes into her. Their slow pace enraptures them until they reach their peeks together. He spills into her channel hard then falls on top of her. A few moments he slips out then rolls them onto their sides. She smiles touching his face then chin.
"Can I keep you," he questions.
"Yes," she smiles. He bumps her nose. They leave the bed for a bubble bath, then retire to bed for the rest of the evening where they make love and sleep in each other's arms until the sun appears in the sky the next morning.
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"Fizz…,"
Olivia and Fitz took as much time as possible getting ready to leave New York the next day. They were granted a later checkout. The agents had their luggage as Fitz went to find Olivia, he found her staring out their bedroom window. His arms wrap around her from behind. She is so in her own world she jumps at his touch.
"Liv?"
"Yah?"
"You all right," he asks resting his chin on her shoulder. "You been quiet all morning even after we," he voices trails off remember their shower romp.
"I'm just sad we're leaving, but happy but I miss Emmalynn," she admits. "I have never had a weekend for just myself in a long time." She spins to face him. "Thank you Fitz."
"You're welcome," he grins. "Come on let's get going so we can have pizza with the kids. We're meeting in the Residence." She squints because it was not the plan. "The Secret Service preferred it."
"It's okay," she replies.
They hold each other hands as Tom and the other agents escort them out of the hotel. They reach the roof to board a helicopter. Others are hovering in the sky waiting for Fitz to take off. When they have cleared the New York area, it lands and Olivia is introduced to Marine One. She is marveled at his size, and plush interior.
"You travel in this all the time," she questions.
"Yes."
"Perks of the job huh," she teases snuggling into his arms. He laughs. They land on Andrews where his motorcade is waiting. They leave the base with a full escort. She is happy no one can see her and as they enter the White House it feels good to be back.
The agents take their stuff to his room and as they enter the family living room they both hear, "FIZZ and Momma are home," from Emmalynn Grace. She passes her mother and flings herself into Fitz's arms.
"Hi Princess," he coos.
Olivia hugs Karen and Jerry.
Fitz places Emmalynn in her mother's arms. "Mommy I missed you."
"Me too," Olivia sighs squeezing her tighter. She notices Abby and Stephen. They come to her for hugs. "Thank you both." Abby and Stephen of course did not mind, then leave Olivia with Fitz and the kids for the evening.
Pizza is eaten, as it grows close for them to leave is almost unbearable for Olivia to leave Fitz. "Momma we can stay?"
Olivia smiles at her daughter. "We can't. We'll have to sneak out in the morning."
"Fizz is POTUS he can fix it so no one sees us right," Fitz smirks. "Please Momma can we stay with Fitz?"
"I can Emmy. But it's up to your Mom if you can stay the night," Fitz pouts.
"Fine," she caves knowing she'll never get Emmalynn to leave. Karen gives Emmalynn a quick bath and reads her a story. Jerry is there as well. Olivia kisses her daughter goodnight, while Fitz spends some extra time with her. Fifteen minutes later he's in his room to find Olivia already in his bed passed out wearing his Navy shirt.
He does not wake her but strips down to his boxers then cuddles next to her. He watches her sleep. He murmurs, "I love you Olivia Pope. One day this will be your home. I love you like I do and I swear to love you always. You, Emmy, Karen, Jerry are the very best of me."
He closes his eyes bringing her into his arms before drifting off to sleep.
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TBC…Yes my darlings that is it. I apologize for not updating this fic more often but time got away from me I'm afraid. I'll hope to do better.
I hope you all have a great weekend, and I hope this update had enough fireworks to lend to this July 4h weekend.
Take care. Be safe and thank you for reading…
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