Chapter 13
Fitz had gotten up before dawn and gone back to his cabin. He talked briefly to Tom about what he would be up to tomorrow and said good-morning. He showered and had decided to sleep for a couple of hours. He and Olivia had burnt the midnight oil most of the night. They had made love and talked of their plans for the future. The future, he and Olivia Pope had a future. She was going to wait for him to finish his term, divorce Mellie, and then they would be together forever. They would marry no doubt about it. Olivia was skittish when he broached the marriage subject last night, but she would get used it.
"Fitz let's not get ahead of ourselves. We are together and we are happy. You are the President. We have to be careful Fitz. If we are ever found out your career will be ruined. And there's Mellie and the children, I am uncomfortable knowing I could hurt them. I know it sounds ridiculous but I had a code and rules that I lived by before I met you and I have broken them all. I"
"Livvie, I know what you sacrificed to be with me. Your code of honor, diminishing the banner of sisterhood, and your on the job principles are in shatters. You abandoned all those things to be with me, to love me. I am so glad you did Olivia. I know how you struggled but you came to me. And God, I am so grateful. I love you so much. We love each other and deserve a future together. Mellie will be okay Olivia. She is not what you think she is. She doesn't deserve your concern; she isn't a member of the sisterhood you speak of, not at all. And kids are so regenerative; Karen and Jerry will be fine Olivia trust me."
She put an end to the conversation by sitting on his lap and sensually grinding onto him causing an outrageous erection. She had offered her breast for his dining delight and the conversation had died in its tracks. Brought back to the present he closed his eyes and remembered last night. Damn he loved that woman!
He Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was the President of the United States, the most powerful man on the planet. He was a man in love with a most incredible woman. Unfortunately that woman wasn't his wife, but he didn't care. He had found the woman of his dreams and he would not give her up. He wouldn't. He lay there thinking of her as he drifted off to sleep.
Olivia awaken renewed and refreshed. She always did after marathon sex with Fitz. It was like he infused her with life. She laughed out loud. If she were not taking precautions she would be "infused with life" right now. When they could be free without thoughts of being caught, their sexual encounters were phenomenal. Sometimes she wondered if "it" actually ever went down.
What time was it? They would finish up his speech today. It was going to be epic. His best two speech writers were on the job and would present the finished product today. They would tweak it and return to Washington tomorrow. But they had tonight. They would eat, drink, dance, and then it was going to be wonderful. She smiled and twirled in the middle of the room. Olivia Pope was so happy!
Tomorrow came and at eleven o'clock they all converged in the "war room" to reveal the final product. Fitz loved it. Cyrus loved it. She loved it. Fitz gave it a table read. He was wonderful on that first read through. He was the consummate politician. The SS detail had come inside to hear the speech and had given it thumbs up. Her man was amazing and she was going to reward him tonight. She licked her lips in anticipation.
She looked up, Fitz was looking directly at her. "Well, what do you think Ms. Pope, will I pass muster?" "It was excellent, she said. He came over to where she sat and bent down to whisper in her ear, "I will see you around eight, ok?" "Okay Mr. President."