Hi all- first I will like to say a massive thanks for all the encouragement I have received so far, it's been very encouraging- especially as I have never written anything on this site before and this is also my first Scandal fanfic.
I've only just discovered Scandal, after marathon watching it on Netflix recently, and I'm totally hooked!
Sucker for forbidden love me. And before I knew it my mind was racing with ideas- then again Olitz are a very worthy muse.
On a side note, sorry for the delay in the next post. I've been away for a couple of days, with my good friend- who lost her mother to Cancer 3 weeks ago- Her funeral was 2 days ago- very sad, but equally beautiful, so as you can imagine, very little time for writing.
Thanks for your continued patience and support.
Part 4
A month later.
Despite the fact that her father rubbed shoulders with white people all the time in his line of work, Olivia had had very little interaction with white folks growing up. Her parents had sent her to one the best elementary schools in Washington, but where the cohort was 98% Black and Mexican; as were the teaching staff. Her High School had been pretty much the same too, with regards to diversity and when it came to choosing colleges, her father had insisted upon her attending a college that was historically all-black. And with her 4.0 GPA, she had her pick of the listed Black Ivy League Colleges; Howard, Fisk, Morehouse, Spelman, Dillard, Hampton and Tuskegee; any of them would have been privileged to have her. Howard of course became the obvious choice, not only because it was the closest, but it also had one of the best Law programmes to offer. Therefore, apart from the occasional political event that she had no choice but to accompany her father to when she was younger (mainly because he was fiercely protective of her and never trusted anyone to look after his daughter) it was fair to say that Eli had kept Olivia pretty much sheltered from white people for the majority of her life. And taking into consideration as to how her mother was brutally murdered, at the hands of white men, he wouldn't have had it any other way. Therefore, before coming to work for NOW, the only person that Olivia had ever talked to, or could even personally claim to know that was white was Fitz.
And yet after 22 years of shelter, here she was suddenly working alongside both white women as well as black- for the greater good.
Quinn Perkins and Abby Whelan's had been working with NOW for just under a year, and like Olivia they had come from an educational background too. Quinn was working there voluntarily, as she studied for her MA in political science and Abby had a degree in Criminology. She had always fancied herself as being a member of the CIA- but with the CIA being a predominately male field, she realised she didn't stand a chance in hell. It was the main reason as to why she came to work for NOW- she wanted to make a stand against inequality for women in the workforce.
Olivia liked Quinn and Abby, and much to her surprise she found out they had a lot in common. Despite the obvious difference in their race and social upbringing, they were not dissimilar when it came to their principals and ideals. America needed to move forward, and they were all too willing to be the champions for the many women out there, who also wished to walk against the tide and push for change. They had even made a nick name for themselves; it was the perfect mix of professional and warrior in one, seeing as they were facing real life battles every day... Thus calling themselves the "Gladiators in Suits".
You had to admit it had a certain ring to it.
"So Liv have you got any plans for tonight?" Abby enquires, putting away the rest of her filling- ready to call it a night herself.
"I'm meeting up with a friend of mine, actually", Liv replies.
"OOOOOoooh," Quinn teases, briefly halting her ministrations-to noisy in on the conversation. She was always down for a little girlie gossip… "So who is he?"
Embarrassed, Olivia blushes under the two girl's scrutiny- "It's not like that at all- he's just a friend," she insists, but the girls are not buying it.
"Okay, so let me ask you this… This "so-called" friend of yours, have you and him ever made out?"
Reluctant to answer; finding herself internally cringe at the memory... "A couple of times yes, but that was a very long time ago" She admits sheepishly.
"How long you talking exactly?"
"First year in college," she clarifies, "But not long after that, I realised that we could never be more than friends."
"Really?" Abby looks at her quizzically, "Why was that, was he not your type?"
"Honestly, I don't know… I mean, back then I might have said yes, but now… I'm not so sure what my type is anymore?" The truth was, over the last month a certain blue eyed, incredibly handsome, white, happily married man- (or so she'd been told) and father of two, had her rethinking everything she had once believed was attractive or even acceptable. She couldn't exactly pin point the moment she started to see her father's friend in this forbidden light, but it was happening all the same- and honestly, not only did it leave her feeling incredibly guilty and confused, she was also terrified.
"Well I fancy tall men, with dark brown hair and great, big… guns…" Abby interjects, winking suggestively…
"You are terrible Abby!" Quinn gasps, in mock horror, fighting to contain her mirth, unlike Olivia who cannot not stop herself from laughing, having been successfully pulled from her thoughts by Abby's racy comment.
Abby was not exactly a shrinking violet- out of the three of them she was the most liberated, and fully embraced her sexuality, whereas Quinn had only ever been with one guy, Gideon- her fiancé, and when it came to Olivia, well she had never really been in a relationship- not that she had shared that knowledge with the girls yet. "Quinn, you are such a prude- every girl knows that size matters when it comes to the bedroom- I'm sure Gideon is well equipped too- otherwise wedding bells would not be on the horizon, I'm sure".
Quinn's cheeks seemed to adopt a new shade of red, after that comment… Warningly, "Abby, I refuse to discuss Gideon's package with the likes of you- knowing you, you might try and develop ideas in that horny little head of yours!"
"Ha Ha, fair enough, I don't blame you… I wouldn't trust me either." Abby chuckles in amusement, raising her hands in surrender, before turning her attentions to Olivia; with a question that she had been burning to ask for quite some time now, but had never found the appropriate, or more precisely "inappropriate" time to ask until now.
"I need to know… is it true Olivia?"
"Is what true?" Olivia replies in momentary confusion, her innocence telling.
"What they say about black men… are they… well, you know… are they as big as they say…"
Oh Lord… At that point it only takes her a second to register what Abby is actually asking her, and her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets in response, mortified.
Abby was officially too hot to handle.
"I… I really wouldn't know". She answers in all honesty, because she didn't.
And it doesn't take the other two ladies long to read in-between the lines- and figure out what Olivia is also implying with that statement.
"Oh my god, NO way..." Quinn remarks in shock, "Olivia, are you saying you've never had sex before?" By the way they are looking at her, you would have thought she had grown 3 heads or something, and she doesn't know whether she should feel embarrassed or proud of that particular fact, but in the end chooses to stick with proud. At the end of the day, she had made a promise to herself that when she decided to give up her virtue, it would be with a man that was not only worthy of her body, but also worthy of her soul and her love too, and not before that.
Funnily enough, even Abby had to respect her on that front… "You're good Liv, God knows I wouldn't have the will power." She smirks to herself before adding… "I just about have the will to stay away from married men, let alone single and available ones".
And so it all comes crashing back down again- Thanks Abby! Those pesky, niggling and highly forbidden thoughts of Fitz, were threatening to plague poor Olivia once again, and was the very reason as to why she agreed to go out with Edison tonight- She was in desperate need of a distraction, and above all welcomed a dose of reality check. Even if Fitz wasn't married, even if he felt the same- which would be completely preposterous considering the circumstances, he could never, she had to be mistaken… But even then, when it came to the crux of it, bottom line; Fitz would always be white, and so therefore he (or any another other white man for that matter) could never become the basis of what she desired to pursue. Not now, not ever- and especially not him…
Even if those blue eyes of his seemed to pierce right through to her very core of her, as if deliberately provoking a response from her- A response that could possibly unleash a whole can of messy, difficult and extremely toxic worms.
Drama and the likes of which she was not emotionally ready for, or even capable of dealing with. Just thinking about it was crazy.
