Chapter 6: Let's Get Ready to Rumble
Silently they walk back to the lodge. Each caught up in their own thoughts of what just happened between them and what was to come next. Each frightened to say what was really on their minds, Can we really do this? Can we really be together and weather the storm that will come?
They enter through the patio door and head directly to the kitchen.
"What would you like for lunch?" Fitz asks.
"It doesn't matter, I am not that hungry," she replies.
"You know you need to eat Livvie," he chastises her.
"Ugh, is it going to be like this the entire pregnancy?"
"What? You ARE eating to two," he says.
"I know, but right now this baby is the size of the head of a pin. I am sure it will not do any permanent damage if I don't sit down and eat right this moment," she snaps.
He knows that her response isn't really about her eating habits for the baby, she is feeling the stress about their decision. He rolls his eyes and begins to rummage in the refrigerator for something to eat.
"How about an omelet?" he offers gently.
"That's fine. Sorry I am being so difficult."
"It's okay Livvie. I know you are worried about what is going to happen. But we are together and no matter what, we will always be together." He walks over to her and pulls her into his arms. "I love you Olivia Carolyn Pope and nothing will ever change that fact."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She looks up at him and smiles. In that moment she believes everything will work out fine. She can see their future in his beautiful blue eyes. She stands on her tip toes and kisses him tenderly.
"Ok Mr. President," she says as she pushes him gently away, "our baby is hungry and an omelet sounds perfect. What can I do to help?"
"Nothing. You sit right here and watch your man at work."
"Careful sir, you are spoiling me."
"All part of my master plan."
Olivia perches on a stool at the breakfast bar and watches Fitz as he gathers the ingredients for the omelets: butter, eggs, onions, tomatoes, green peppers, cheese and bacon. He moves effortlessly around the kitchen. Chopping, slicing, whisking as if it was part of his every day routine. Soon he is placing a perfectly fluffy omelet before her.
She puts a forkful of omelet in her mouth, "Oh my god Fitz, this is wonderful," she exclaims before she takes another bite.
"Just another one of my superpowers," he says cheekily. She blushes slightly as he turns back to the stove to finish making his omelet.
"Well you should use this one more often."
He sets his plate on the breakfast bar and comes around to sit next to her. He leans in close and says, "But I like using my other superpower on you so much more."
She feels a tingle down her spine and an increased warmth building between her legs as he whispers in her ear.
"Stop, I'm trying to eat," she says with a laugh.
"So am I," he replies.
She gulps down the bite of omelet she has in her mouth. "How about some orange juice?" She hops down from the stool and goes to the refrigerator. The rush of coolness as she opens the door helps tame the heat rising in her face. Fitz chuckles and begins to eat his omelet.
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Cyrus has had a long day covering for Fitz at several meetings since he is out of the White House. So he is less than excited when Mellie bursts into his office late that afternoon.
"Where is he?" Mellie asks.
"You'll have to be more specific, where is who?" Cy replies sarcastically.
Taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes Mellie sits down in one the chairs facing Cyrus' desk. "Where is Fitz? He isn't in the Oval or the Residence. I just got back from the Women in Leadership Conference in Dallas and imagine my surprise when I find that my husband is nowhere to be found. When I asked Lauren about his schedule she referred me to you. So Cy, Where. Is. My. Husband?" she asks through clenched teeth.
"Mellie, don't worry about him. He's fine. Don't you have that literacy fundraiser next week? Shouldn't you be focused on that right now?"
"Cyrus, I swear to God if you don't tell me what is going on, I will break every bone in your body!"
He thinks for a moment before he replies. He promised Liv that he would not interfere with her relationship with Fitz and he meant it. However, Cyrus knows that if the pregnancy and the affair reach the light of day, it will be the end of his time in the White House. He is not ready to leave the White House just yet. He reasons that if he sets Mellie on their trail, without any real details, she will be the one to put an end to the fairy tale that Liv and Fitz have dreamt up. Technically, his hands would be clean.
"Earth to Cyrus! Where is Fitz?" she asks impatiently.
"Um, he wanted some time away from the White House. He went up to Camp David last night for some peace and quiet."
"Camp David? When is he coming back?"
"He didn't say. He just needed a few days to work some things out."
"Things, what things?" Mellie asks.
"Ma'am, I don't know. Maybe you should ask him . . . . when they return."
"They, who went with him Cyrus?" Mellie begins to panic.
"Did I say they," he chuckles, "sorry, I meant when he returns." Just then there is a quick knock at his door and his assistant pokes her head inside the office.
"Mr. Beene, your 4:00 meeting is about to start," she says.
"Thank you." He gathers up the files on his desk. "Sorry Madame First Lady, I need to head off to a meeting. I am sure everything is fine with the President. He will be in tip top shape after his respite at Camp David." He walks out of his office with a sly smile on his face. The seed of doubt has been planted. He would not be shocked if Mellie decided to make a surprise visit to Camp David before the end of the day.
After her meeting with Cyrus Mellie returns to the Residence. She has been pacing the floor of her bedroom for an hour. Why did Fitz go to Camp David without telling her? What is he up to? Is he alone? And if not, who is with him? Should she call him?
Things had been better since Olivia was no longer in the picture. Sure Fitz drank more and was a little grumpy, but she could deal with that. She was at a loss as to why he would go off to Camp David so suddenly. There was only one way to find out what was going on.
She walks to the door and opens it, Secret Service Agent Hal is right outside the door. "Hal, please get my car ready, I am going to meet the President at Camp David."
"Yes ma'am. Right away," he turns to walk away.
"Oh Hal," she says sweetly, "please tell the agents on site not to advise the President of my arrival. I want it to be a surprise."
"Of course ma'am."
She closes the door and relaxes just a little. It's 5:00 now, in just a little over an hour, she will get to the bottom of this mystery trip to Camp David.
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"That was wonderful," Olivia says with a sigh as she rubs her full belly.
"Glad I could oblige." He leans over and kisses her cheek.
"Since you cooked, I will do the dishes," she says as she gathers their plates from the counter.
"I will do the dishes, you go and relax," he says.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure. Why don't you go take a soak in the tub? It's been a stressful day and I know you can use some time to unwind."
"You are wonderful," she kisses him and heads off to her room to indulge in a much needed soak.
Fitz cleans the kitchen and then retreats to his room to shower and shave. After pulling on jeans and a t-shirt, he notices that is almost 5:00pm and he has not checked his email or voicemail for the day. He quickly goes through both and responds to a few messages. Closing his laptop he heads downstairs to check on Olivia.
As he approaches her bedroom door he notices that it is partially open. He sees her exit the bathroom in only a white silk robe, hair piled high on her head and a bottle of lotion in her hand. She stands in front of the mirror and opens her robe. His eyes roam over her perfect body. Her breasts seem fuller to him. He longs to touch them along with the rest of her body. He watches her run her hand over her still flat stomach as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. He smiles at the thought of their child growing inside of her.
"So are you a peeping tom now?" she asks him as she meets his gaze in the mirror.
"I'm sorry. I was just checking to see if you needed anything. I will let you get dressed," he blushes and turns to walk away.
"Wait, don't go. I was just kidding," she calls after him. She walks over to the door and opens it wider. "Please don't go."
She stands at the threshold with her robe partially open. His eyes take in her beauty, from her silky tresses piled on her head, to her beautiful brown eyes that peer into his soul, to her full lips that are so soft and kissable he could live just on them alone, to the curve of full breasts that he could spend hours kissing and sucking, down to her flat stomach that will soon expand with their growing child, down to the wispy patch of hair at the apex of her legs.
She shudders slightly. The look in his eyes as they travel over her body is filled with a mixture of love and lust. She slowly removes her robe, letting it fall to the floor.
"Make love to me Fitz," she whispers.
He gathers her up in his arms and begins kissing her as he walks into the room, kicking the door behind him in an effort to close it.
He walks over to the bed and lays her down gently. He quickly disrobes and joins her in the bed. Fitz pulls her close and just holds her. They revel in the feel of each other's arms, their bodies pressed close together. Neither thought they would be in this place again.
"I love you Olivia. More than you can ever know," he says huskily.
"I love you too," she replies. "I am not afraid to say it anymore. I love you Fitz, with all of my heart."
He bends his head down to kiss her. It starts off tender and gentle but soon they both deepen the kiss. His tongue seeks entrance into her mouth and she opens to accept it. He loves the feel of her tongue on his. As they continue to kiss, his hands roam up and down her back before one finally comes to rest on her perfectly round ass. He alternates between caressing and squeezing her cheeks.
Her arms snake around his neck and her fingers find their way into his curls. She moans as he continues kneading her ass. She removes her hands from his hair and breaks their kiss. She pushes gently on his chest until he is his laying on his back. She sits up and climbs on top of him to straddles his hips. She removes the bobby pins from her hair and gently shakes it out. Her long curls fall gently around her shoulders and down her back.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurs.
Olivia leans forward and kisses him deeply. He moans as she also grinds her ass on his ever hardening erection. She breaks the kiss and sits up, lifting herself slightly so that his cock is poised just at her wet and throbbing opening. She slides down slowly, taking every inch of his rigid cock inside of her.
"Oh Fitz," she gasps as the final inch of him enters.
"Livvie, you are always so tight, baby. Oh god you feel good."
She stills for a moment, just allowing Fitz to fill her completely. They both moan loudly when her walls tighten and flutter around him.
"You have to move Livvie. Oh Livvie, please move now," he says breathlessly.
Slowly she begins riding him. Up and down she moves her body rolling her hips on the downward move. The feeling is heavenly for the both of them. Their pants and moans fill the room. Fitz lifts his knees slightly and a starts thrusting into her with long hard strokes.
"OH GOD FITZ!" she shouts as this new angle takes her by surprise. He has never been this deep inside of her before.
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Mellie's SUV stops in front of the main lodge at Camp David. The first thing she notices is that Fitz's primary agent, Brian is standing out on the front porch.
"Brian, where is my husband," Mellie asks as she walks up to him.
"He's inside ma'am. I can get him for you," he turns to enter the house.
"No thank you Brian, I want to surprise him," she says with a cool smile.
Brian knew it is was going to be an interesting night when he saw POTUS going down the hall to Ms. Pope's room. He sent Joe outside to do a perimeter sweep and took up a post on the front porch in order give them some privacy. He had no idea that FLOTUS would show up. This night was going to go from interesting to a raging shit storm in a few seconds if he didn't get in there and alert POTUS.
"Ma'am, I really think I should advise the President that you have arrived," Brian urges, stepping in of her, blocking the front door.
"Brian, please get out of my way. I am going in there without you."
Brian steps aside to allow Mellie to pass. She opens the door and steps into the foyer and closes the door behind her. As she goes deeper into the house she can see that the living room is empty. She is about to call out for Fitz when she hears "OH GOD FITZ!"
She immediately heads to the master bedroom. As she approaches the door she sees a white silk robe dropped at the threshold has not allowed the door to close all the way. She takes a deep breath and pushes open the door open.
Her blood boils when she sees Olivia Pope riding her husband like a woman possessed. Olivia's head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. Both of them filling the room with their moans. Fitz pounds into her so hard that he has to keep a death grip on her hips to keep her from bouncing off of him.
Mellie stumbles away from the door without a word. She cannot erase that image from her mind. She makes her way to the living room and immediately heads to the bar. She pours a generous glass of scotch into a heavy crystal tumbler and downs it in two swallows. She pours another drink and downs this one as well.
She thought they were done. She thought he was over Olivia. When did this happen? How the hell did she not know?
She is wrestled from her drunken thoughts by the sounds of Fitz and Olivia's coupling coming to a climax. She feels sick as the "Oh Gods" and "Oh baby I'm cumming" increase. She storms back down the hall to the master bedroom. She stands at the threshold seething.
"FITZGERALD WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HERE IN MY BED WITH YOUR WHORE!" she screams at him. She takes the glass she has in her hands and launches it at them. Her aim is off and the glass crashes into the wall over the nightstand to the left of the bed.
Lost in the height of ecstasy, it takes a moment for Fitz and Olivia to realize what is going on. Fitz immediately rolls over to protect Olivia from any further attack. Realizing that Mellie is out of weapons, he sits up in the bed keeping Olivia safely behind him.
"MELLIE, WHAT THE HELL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yells at her. "GET OUT NOW!"
"I WILL NOT! THIS IS MY HOUSE TOO. YOU GET YOUR WHORE OUT OF HERE!" she screams.
"GET OUT, OR I WILL HAVE SECRET SERVICE THROW YOU OUT!"
"I AM YOUR WIFE. YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT ME THAT WAY."
"FINE, I WILL THROW YOU OUT MYSELF," Fitz says as he begins to get out of bed.
Olivia pulls him back, "FITZ NO! Don't touch her. It's exactly what she wants," she pleads with him softly. She knows if Mellie pushes him much more he will not be able to contain his fury. She rubs small circles along his back to try and calm him down.
Mellie looks at Olivia and chuckles, "Isn't that sweet. Your whore is trying to protect you."
"You have one more time to call me a whore and you are the one that is going to need protecting," Olivia says icily.
"Bring it on . . . WHORE!" Mellie yells.
"That's it!" Olivia bounces out of the bed and stalks toward Mellie. Fitz intercepts her before she can get to Mellie.
"Let me go Fitz! I need to teach this bitch a lesson!" she tries to pull away from him.
"Olivia you can't fight her."
"Just one good slap across that smug face should fix her. LET ME GO!" she says as she strains against his hold.
"Oh come on Fitz, let her go. I promise not to mess up your whore's pretty little face too much," Mellie taunts.
"Mellie stop," Fitz warns as Olivia continues to strain against him.
"FITZ, LET ME GO!" Olivia screams.
"LIVVIE, THINK ABOUT THE BABY!" Fitz yells.
Suddenly the tension in the room breaks. Olivia stops straining against Fitz's hold. He quickly pulls the sheet off the bed and wraps it around her. He reaches down, picks up his jeans and pulls them on.
Mellie is pale and shaking in the doorway. "Baby? Did you say baby?" she whispers.
"Yes Mellie. Olivia is pregnant with my child."
"You stupid bastard," she screams. She steps to him and slaps him across the face. "I will burn you! I will burn you both!" She turns and stomps down the hallway and out the front door.
"Fitz, you have to stop her. We need to control how this comes out. If she goes to the media first, you will never get re-elected and your legacy will be ruined."
"Liv, don't worry about that now."
"We have too. I know you want to run again and I want that for you. Please for me, stop her."
Fitz picks up the bedside phone and calls down to the guardhouse.
"Sargent Royce here."
"Sargent Royce, this is President Grant. The First Lady is trying to exit the grounds. I want her detained and taken to one of the nearby cabins and held there until further notice. Please confiscate her cell phone and any other electronic devices she may have and remove the phone from the cabin. She is to have no contact with anyone outside of this compound. No one, not even her Secret Service agents should speak to her without my verbal consent."
"Yes sir."
"Sargent Royce, I expect her to put up a bit of a fight. But please remember she is the First Lady, but do not let her off the grounds. Understood?"
"Yes sir Mr. President."
Fitz hangs up the phone and looks at Olivia. She looks so small wrapped up in the bed sheet. He kneels before her and takes her hands in his. Her hands are cold but her eyes are burning with anger.
"Well, I guess we need to figure out pretty fast how we are going to handle this," he says.
"I guess so. God I need a giant glass of wine right now!" she groans.
"No alcohol for you my dear. How about a giant glass of orange juice instead?"
"It's not the same, but ok," she says with a smile. "I'll meet you in the kitchen after I get some clothes on."
"Were you really going to fight Mellie?" he asks as he stood up.
"If you had let me go I would have slapped the shit out of her. She has called my out of my name one too many times."
"That's my Champ. I could almost hear that famous boxing ring announcer saying "Let get ready to rumble" as you jumped out of the bed. I always knew you were a fighter, but I never thought you were one to get physical. I have to admit, it kind of turned me on a little."
"You are such a pervert. Go get me that orange juice before I turn these fists of fury on you," she said with a smile.
"Ok Champ, don't hurt me. I'm going right now," he says with a laugh as he throws his hands up in the air and backs slowly out of the room.
She goes to her bag and pulls out panties, jeans and a t-shirt. After slipping everything on, she meets Fitz in the kitchen. He is sitting at the table with two glasses of orange juice and a plate of cheese and crackers.
"I figured you could use a little snack after your match," he says.
"You are a very funny man. You do realize you are putting your manly bits in danger every time you make fun of me."
"Ouch! Ok, no more jokes."
She takes a sip of her orange juice and sighs. "So what are we going to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should give Mellie some time to calm down and then we could speak to her rationally. She has to know that our marriage is over. That her time as First Lady is over."
"She knows it, but she doesn't want to accept it. We have to come up with a plan that will make her happy to walk away. We have to figure out what she wants more than being First Lady and make it happen."
"Or we could let her out us to the press and just go and live our lives in peace," he says.
"No, I won't let that happen. You are a great President Fitz and you deserve a second term. I won't let Mellie rob you of that. I would walk away first before I let that happen."
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! You will not walk away from me now or ever. If I can't have you and our baby and still be President, then I won't be President. But I'll be damned if I have to live without you anymore. Do I make myself clear?" His normally clear blue eyes are now dark gray with anger.
"Crystal clear sir," she says and leans over to kiss him.
"Good. Now, let's put our heads together and come up with a plan to keep that crazy bitch from blowing up my political career and getting her out of our lives for good."
A/N: Hello fellow Gladiators and FF writers and readers. I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. It took me a while to get it out because I wasn't sure how I wanted Mellie to find out about Liv and Fitz.
How about Liv ready to fight Mellie while naked! I laughed the whole time I wrote that scene.
Please keep sending me your comments and suggestions. It makes me happy to know that you are enjoying my story. Also, if you haven't checked it out, I have another story, the Summer She Grew Up. I will be updating that one in the next day or two.
Only four more days to the Scandal season finale. I am having withdrawals already!
I don't own Scandal, but if I did it would be all Olitz all the time!
