Disclaimer: I don't own Scandal.
AN: I just want to say a million thank yous for all the reviews, favorites, and followers. It makes me so happy to know that you guys are enjoying my writing. Speaking of, a lot of you thought that Fitz was the construction worker but some guessed he was going to be the doctor. It was about fifty fifty for the guesses on whether on not she was going to get married, but 100% of you didn't want it to happen, lol. Believe me, I have my reasons. Anways, enough of me babbling. Happy reading ;)
"You married him?" The amount of hurt that came with those three little words knocked Fitz off kilter. Why should he care if she married him or not?
"That's normally what engaged people do. They get married." Olivia tried to move around him but he blocked her path.
"Do engaged people also screw other people the night before their weddings?" That was a low blow and he knew it, but he did to it get a reaction out of her other than cool indifference. From the look on her face, it worked. Although he didn't exactly want her anger either.
Olivia had to ball her fists up at her sides to keep from slapping him. If they were going to be working together, then they'd need to at least be civil. Tensions could get in the way of their professionalism and that could literally cost someone their life. So she decided to remain silent, but of course Fitz had more to say.
"Dr. Ballard? You don't exactly seem like the type to change your last name," Fitz addressed, but if he were being honest, he really didn't know what type of person she was.
"Technically I didn't," she admitted, slightly embarrassed that she chose to go with the dramatics when telling him that she got married.
"Good to know. So are we going to talk about that night or what?" He was tired of tiptoeing around the seven thousand ton elephant in the room.
"Look, why don't we forget that ever even happened. I'll train you for the next couple days, then after that, you stay away from me. Deal?" Olivia said and offered her hand to shake. Mistake number one.
Fitz took her hand in his and used it to pull her flush against his chest. His body, god that body, was a solid mass of muscle that somehow fit hers perfectly. She trained her eyes to look down at her tennis shoes, knowing that if she looked up at him it would all be over. Knowing that she wouldn't do it willingly, his index finger came up under her chin to lift her gaze to his. The move was so gentle that she forget that she was supposed to be shielding herself and allowed her head to go in the direction he was guiding it. But before she could meet his eyes, she closed hers and effectively built her wall back up. Or so she thought.
"Look at me." The command was low but it pierced through her body nonetheless. "Olivia…Livi…look at me."
Unable to resist, she slowly raised her lids. Mistake number two. She was a goner the moment his gray eyes locked with her brown ones. Hell, if she were being honest with herself, she'd admit that she was gone the minute he walked out on stage that night over two weeks ago.
"I'm not going let you pretend that I don't exist. That we don't exist." While his tone was still soft, there was an unmistakable edge to it that let her know he wasn't playing around.
"I'm married. This," she motioned between them, "whatever this is, it needs to stop." She didn't know if she was trying to him or herself.
"It' just getting started." Before she had time to think, his lips were on hers, turning whatever response she might have had into a moan.
God help her, but damn this man could kiss. His lips were soft and firm and the sexiest thing that she'd ever seen. They moved over hers perfectly, his tongue occasionally darting out, trying to seek permission for entrance. And she let him in. Mistakes numbers three, four, five, and six. She missed him, missed his touch, his taste, his smell, and she didn't even know how much until now.
She barely registered the click of the lock before he was carrying her over to the cot in the corner. Her back hit the unforgiving surface of the bed that was supposed to be used to catch up on sleep between shifts. It was nearly impossible to get any sleep on the uncomfortable mattress, but she could be on a bed of nails right now and would swear up and down she was lying on clouds with Fitz being between her legs.
Her legs naturally found themselves wound around his waist as she wantonly canted her hips up to meet his. She kissed him hard, her tongue dueling with his in an effort to make up for lost time. He ground against her harder, letting her know exactly what was going on and what was about to happen. She was ready for it, god she was so ready for it.
"Did you think about me?" He whispered and painted the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. "Did you think about us and how we fit so perfectly together?" and to prove his point, he thrust against her.
She moaned, completely incapable of forming an answer. How could she say that she thought about him every second while she was away on her honeymoon? How could she tell him that she craved his touch and was disappointed when she was met with Jake's?
Didn't matter that she couldn't speak anyways because he voiced everything that she was feeling. "Your husband doesn't do it for you does he? He doesn't make you scream like I do. Doesn't make you crazy with want like I do."
He needed to stop talking. The gruff sound of his voice mixed with him still pressing against the juncture of her thighs was wreaking havoc on her senses. She had to remember where they were and bit her lip to hold in a cry. His fingers went to drawstring of her scrub bottoms, pulling at it until it came undone. Her hold on his neck tightened as she eagerly anticipated his next move. He slowly slipped his finger in her waistband, a move designed to torture her and have her nearly begging for more. He let the tip of the same finger play at her hipbones, dipping in right below her panty line then coming back out to explore other parts of her pelvis.
"Please…"she whimpered, needing him to stop teasing her.
"Please what?" his tone was smug.
"I want…I need…" How could the slightest touch turn her, Olivia Pope, girl who could talk for days, into a babbling idiot?
Deciding that he'd tortured them both enough for now, he gripped the sides of her bottoms and panties and tugged them down her legs. The green material pooled on the ground below in a sloppy heap but his attention was on the smell of her lust rising between them.
Olivia glided her hands under his shirt, smoothing them down his taut stomach. She felt him tense then shudder under her touch. She looked up at him, his pupils taking over the majority of his irises so that it was only a thin band of gray. Her fingers moved lower to the drawstring of his bottoms, tugging at it slowly and feeling the knot give way until it came undone. She reached her hand inside and palmed him through his boxers, his eyes closing and his jaw flexing to exercise control.
Pulling her hand away, Fitz lowered his briefs and pants enough to get the job done and poised himself at her entrance. Instead of pushing in, he rubbed himself against her slick heat, saturating his length in the proof of her arousal. He watched as she writhed underneath him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip and her eyes screwing shut. Lowering himself onto her a little more, her was getting ready to take her when a distinctive beep beep beep went off.
"Fuck…"Fitz cursed, checking the pager that was clipped to his waistband that was currently hanging haphazardly around his knees. "It's an emergency. I gotta go," he told her regrettably.
Olivia hadn't even gotten the chance to come back to reality before he was off of her and heading out the door. What the heck just happened? She was two seconds away from cheating again with absolutely no thought to how this could affect Jake. She still wasn't even truly concerned about him. All of her attention was on the aching throb between her legs that Fitz left her with. She wanted him. Stupid patients, always needing a blood transfusion or a bullet taken out of their chest, she huffed silently to herself. She knew she shouldn't be thinking that way, but Hippocratic Oath be dammed, she had needs too.
She gave herself five minutes to cool down and cleanup. Reaching the door, she composed herself with a final breath and headed out. Checking her watch, she noticed that they'd been m.i.a for nearly half an hour. Guess time really did fly when you were having fun. Going to the wall that held the charts for all the patients that had already been triaged, Olivia grabbed one and started to review the symptoms listed.
"Mmmmhhhmmm," she heard Abby's judgmental hum and Olivia shook her head for what she knew what was about to come.
"What?" Olivia asked, deciding to play dumb.
"Don't what me, Liv. I saw Dr. Hotty come out of the on-call room looking deliciously frazzled and what do you know, five minutes later, outcomes my best friend with her pants twisted and a hickey on her neck."
Olivia slapped a hand to her neck and Abby laughed. "I can't believe I fell for that," Olivia groaned as she righted her pants.
"I knew you'd never admit to it otherwise. Speaking of, Olivia, what are you doing?" And there it was, the look that told Olivia that she needed to get her shit together.
"I don't know, Abby. He just…there's something about him that I find irresistible. All he has to do is breathe and I want him. I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe I should put in for a transfer," Olivia sighed, closing the chart in her hand and turning fully to her friend.
"Don't let him run you off. Look, you obviously chose to marry Jake for whatever reason and this fling with Fitz needs to be pushed aside and buried deep," Abby told her honestly.
"You're right, but I'm afraid that it's not just a fling. I think I may have feelings for him," Olivia confessed quietly.
"You don't even know him. This is just dick obsession. Believe me, I've had a few good lays that had me screaming out 'I love you', but it's not real. You and Jake have history and real relationship. At least give it some time before you throw it all away for a guy that gets you hot in the pants. If it doesn't work out later, then okay, at least you can say you tried. You need to get a grip, Olivia." The tough love was hard to hear, but it was necessary.
"Ok, you're right," Olivia admitted, taking everything she said to heart.
"I know I am, now let's go see about this patient complaining of stomach pains."
Olivia tiredly sagged against her door as she threw her keys into the catchall and slipped her tennis shoes off her aching feet. She had just finished a fifteen hour shift and was in desperate need of a shower and her pillow. The lights were off, but she had seen Jake's car outside and knew that he was home.
"Jake?" she called out, curious as to where he was.
"I'm in here," she heard him yell back from the vicinity of the dining room.
Damn. Today was Tuesday and Tuesday was romantic dinner night. A few years back, Olivia and Jake set up a schedule for the week. Movie Monday, romance Tuesday, chill out Wednesday, taco Thursday, TV night Friday, park on Saturday, and church followed by family dinner on Sunday. What had once held appeal and structure now seemed mundane and boring. Right now she didn't want to make small talk with her husband. She wanted to do something different, something unexpected. She wanted to do something with Fitz.
Walking into the dining room, she saw the meal he had cooked, the usual spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and red wine. The candles were out and the lights were dim. Everything looked nice, but oh so familiar. Jake sat in his seat across from hers, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up his forearms. He smiled at her when she came into his view and Olivia immediately felt like a bitch for not being appreciative. Some women's husbands didn't even remember anniversaries and hers set up a nice meal for her every week. Coming fully into the room, she took a seat at the table.
"Hey sweetheart, how was your day?" Jake asked considerately as he proceeded to scoop spaghetti onto Olivia's plate.
"Stressful. There was a bus crash downtown today so all the patients came to us. We were swamped for like four hours straight," she told him around a deep yawn.
"Well, that's the life of a doctor. My day was pretty interesting too," Jake said and switched the conversation to himself.
"Oh yeah?" Truth be told, she honestly couldn't care less, but then Abby's words circled in her head and she tried to listen.
"Yeah. I shared an elevator with one of the partners today and we got to talking and next thing I know, he's inviting me to play golf with him on Saturday," Jake shared excitedly, "After a few rounds of golf, me letting him win of course, I'll be on the fast track to a promotion."
"Good for you, I'm proud of you Jake," Olivia replied as she twirled more spaghetti on her fork.
The rest of the dinner continued with more of Jake babbling on about his golf outing on Saturday. Midway through, he realized that he'd be skipping out on their usual trip to the park, but Olivia assured him that it would be okay. Subdued, he continued to go on and on about the happenings in his office, telling her stories of his assistant Alissa forgetting to give him his missed calls. Olivia nodded at the appropriate times but her mind was elsewhere. More specifically, her mind was on the on-call room with Fitz earlier that day.
"Olivia…" Jake's voice snapped her back to attention and she could tell that he had been calling her name for a while. "Are you ok?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired. You mind if I skip the rest of dinner and just go take a shower?" she asked, already getting up.
"Sure, no problem. I'll clean up here and join you in bed after I check my emails."
A few hours later, Olivia felt Jake slide into bed beside her. He curved his body against hers and kissed her neck. Ever since they got back from their week long honeymoon in Hawaii, she had been avoiding being intimate with him. She figured it was unfair to him because she'd be thinking of someone else the entire time.
"Liv, are you awake?" Jake whispered and slid his hand around her waist.
For a split second she considered not answering and giving a fake snore to really drive the point home. But she was supposed to be trying right? Turning in his arms, she pressed her lips to his. Jake eagerly kissed her back with sloppy, too wet kisses. His hand moved to grope her breast and Olivia tried to get into the mood but failed miserably.
"Jake, can I take a rain check please? I'm exhausted." She could see the disappointment in his eyes.
"I don't want to sound like one of those asshole husbands, but Liv, it's been over a week. Are you sure that you're too tired?" He gave her his best seductive smile and rubbed against her.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Jake rolled off of her and to his side of the bed. She could hear him shuffling then a few seconds later the lamp came on. He had been doing crossword puzzles for the last few nights when she would turn him down. Had Fitz not shown up out of nowhere today, then maybe she would have been up to it. But there would be no way she could have sex with her husband after nearly screwing her lover. Burrowing deeper into her covers, Olivia pulled on her sleep mask to block out the light and quickly fell asleep.
"When a patient first comes in, they're triaged. At the triage counter, their weight, blood pressure, and the oxygen levels in the blood are taken and the patient gives a description of all of their symptoms. The triage nurse then charts the information and the patient goes back to their seat while they wait for one of us to pick up the chart," Olivia explained to Fitz as she showed him around the waiting area of the ER.
"Do we take the one that has the most life threatening symptoms?" He asked her as he took a look at some of the patients that were waiting.
"Technically we're supposed to go in order of who got here first. However, some doctors will take easier patients first to get them out of the way while others like myself will take those with more serious symptoms. It really all depends on you."
Fitz nodded his head and followed her back into main area. She had already showed him his locker, where the cafeteria was, explained to him the phone system, and told him the codes so that he could get into medicine cart and the OmniCell that held various materials. All the while, she kept a professional distance and tone with him, making sure that he knew that whatever they had needed to stop.
"Any more questions?" She turned to him and he shook his head.
"Nope, none that I can think. Oh wait, I have one, can I get your phone number?" he added slyly with a smirk and Olivia had to hide her smile. He was nothing if not persistent.
"No you can't have my phone number. If you need to get in contact with me for work reasons, you have my pager number," Olivia retorted and turned to go check some of the charts.
"You do know that I'm not going to give up, right?" he called to her retreating form.
"You're fighting a losing battle..."
"Uh, Liv, you might want to watch Dr. Bitch around your man," Abby murmured as they left a patient's room and pointed to the nurses' station.
Dr. Bitch was their nickname for Mellie. From day one the other woman had been difficult. She would take the easiest patients then complain that she took on the majority of the workload. Olivia had to keep Abby from cussing her out on multiple occasions. Nobody seemed to like except for Cyrus. For some reason, he was able to tolerate her personality.
Looking towards the direction Abby was referring too, Olivia saw Mellie practically hanging all over Fitz. Feigning indifference Olivia said, "He's not my man, Abby. He's allowed flirt with whoever he wants. And what happened to me needing to throw myself into my marriage?"
"I'm just saying…" Abby replied and left Olivia to watch Mellie try and flirt with Fitz.
A burning jealously filled Olivia's system as she saw Mellie put her hand onto Fitz's bicep. Her feelings were ridiculous and unfounded but were there anyways. He wasn't hers, she had a husband. And yet that thought didn't stop the joy from erupting when she saw Fitz remove Mellie's hand from his arm.
Before she could stop herself, her feet were moving of their own accord to nurses' station. "Dr. Grant, Dr. Bi-Montgomery, what's going on here?" Olivia questioned, trying hard to keep the envy from her voice.
"Dr. Grant and I were just discussing our upcoming dinner plans," Mellie bragged and gave Olivia her perfected fake smile.
"Oh is that so?" Olivia turned to Fitz to see his answer.
"I wouldn't exactly call it dinner plans. We're both pulling a double shift tonight and agreed to head down to the cafeteria together when we got hungry," Fitz reassured her.
"Not that it's any of my business," Olivia added, ridiculously happy that he wasn't taking the ice queen to dinner.
"You're right, it's none of your business. In fact-"
"Isn't there a patient that needs a Band-Aid or something Mellie?" Olivia cut her off before she could continue.
Huffing, Mellie turned and left Fitz and Olivia alone. "So you and Mellie are getting pretty cozy," Olivia pointed out.
"My word, Dr. Pope. Are you jealous?" Fitz asked, putting a hand over his mouth to add dramatics.
"No," Olivia answered a little too quickly for it to be believable, "I just wanted to warn you that Mellie is a bit of a bitch and to not get sucked into her web."
Lowering his voice so that no one else could hear him, he replied, "The only place that I want to get sucked into is your hot, tight, wet…"
"Goodbye, Dr. Grant," Olivia cut him off before he could finish his sentence and quickly left.
Alone at the nurses' station, Fitz chuckled to himself as he watched Olivia walk away. If he wasn't mistaken, he could've sworn that she added an extra sway to her hips to drive him crazy. He had made it his personal mission to learn everything about Olivia Pope. He wanted to know what made her laugh, what made her cry, what her favorite color and movie was. He wanted her to wear his ring instead of her joke of a husband's. But for now, he'd settle for a phone number. Turning to one of the nurse's seated in front of a computer, Fitz put on his best smile.
"Can you help me with something?"
Olivia was sitting on her couch, mindlessly flipping through channels Saturday afternoon. She luckily had the day off and with Jake on his golf outing, she was left home by herself. She had already caught up on her emails, read up on some new medical foundings, and cleaned up the apartment. It was barely twelve and she was completely bored.
The buzzing of her phone took her out of pity party. Sliding her thumb across the screen to unlock it, Olivia clicked on the message icon and read her text. Unknown: meet me in the parking lot of the hospital in half an hour, F.
'F' could only be one person. Fitz. She only contemplated her decision for a minute before she was hopping off the couch and heading to her bedroom to get changed. Ten minutes later she was writing a note for Jake explaining she wouldn't be home till later, and grabbed her keys before heading off to go meet Fitz. Mistake number seven.
AN: so what did you think of the chapter? Would your speech to Olivia have gone similar to Abby's? Do you agree that she should at least try with Jake? Speaking of Jake, he seems like a nice guy, but is just extremely boring. Olivia is coming out of her shell, thanks to Fitz, and is wanting more out of life. She's tired of the routine. And what about Jake trying to get it on with Liv, lol. He's in for a lot of crossword puzzles. And Mellie trying to push up on Fitz, smh. Anyways, let me know what you thought in a review below and I gonna busy myself with writing the next chapter in the meantime.