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An: Hello everyone! So last chapter Jake was about to come busting through the door and some hoped that Fitz would rough him up a little. Other's thought that due to the fact Olivia's father died, he would be understanding and gentle in his approach. Let's see how it all went down.
The pounding continued and Fitz and Olivia looked at each other, each with wide eyes and mouths formed in an o. Neither expected Jake to show up tonight and had no idea how he could've possibly even found out about them. They sat rooted on the barstools of Fitz's island, mirrored images, before finally Fitz spoke.
"Do you want me to get rid of him?" he asked, thinking that after the day that she had, Olivia wasn't really up to dealing with her scorned husband.
"I don't know. Maybe we should get it over with now?" she said quietly, her gaze suddenly not meeting his.
"Are you sure?" He needed her to be one thousand percent positive before he let that man into his home.
"I think I owe it to him. I've been unhappy for a while now, but I continued to string him along. Hell, I married him because I was too afraid of hurting his feelings. I think the least I could do is talk to him," she told him, the guilt over the entire situation finally getting the best of her. She just wanted to be free.
"Hey," he said, getting her attention and touching her arm softly, "you shouldn't feel guilty for falling in love with me," he tried to reassure her then realized his words.
They hadn't discussed the feelings they had between them, but both knew what they were. They just hadn't been brave enough to say it yet. Although now wasn't exactly the ideal time, he thought that if she knew how much he truly loved her, it might give her the strength to deal with Jake. Or at least a false sense of bravado knowing that no matter how bad the conversation got, that he was right there with her.
"I love you," he said with a slight smile.
"I…"
"You have three seconds to open the door!" Jake yelled from the other side, cutting off any response Olivia could've had.
Fitz waited nonetheless for the words to come out of her mouth, but they never did. What was most likely thirty seconds felt like years of him waiting for her to say those three words back. All she did was motion towards the door and subsequently Jake. Getting up, Fitz went to go and open it.
On the other side was a seething Jake. His face was red with anger and his fists were balled up by his sides. Fitz took in the demeanor of the other man and it was clear that he had been drinking. This was not the right way to have this type of conversation and he knew that Jake would say some things that would really hurt Olivia. He couldn't let that happen.
"Jake, you're drunk. You need to leave," Fitz told him firmly, getting ready to shut the door.
Jake's palm shot out to hold the door open and he barreled past Fitz and into the apartment. "I'm not leaving until I talk to my whore of a wife," he spat. Although his words were slurred, the venom that was accompanied with them was not lost.
"Not like this. I'll take you home so you can sleep it off and she'll talk to you tomorrow," Fitz said, grabbing Jake's arm and leading him back to the door.
Jake stumbled a bit, his footing unsure due to the amount of alcohol he drank. "NO! Where is she? I know she's here. Is she in your bed with her legs spread like the slut that she is?"
Fitz had to take deep breaths and remind himself that Jake was drunk and was upset at the fact that he lost his father in law and wife all in the same day. He clenched and unclenched his free fist as he continued towards the door. Then Olivia appeared and before Fitz could get him out, Jake saw her.
"Hey Mac, hey Mac," Jake slurred, "does she suck your dick because I tried like hell to get her to suck mine and she wouldn't," he laughed cynically.
"Jake!" Olivia screeched, extraordinarily embarrassed and ashamed of his behavior.
"Enough with the prude act, Liv. You're so full of shit. You make me wait five fucking years to even touch you and you let him fuck you within how many days of knowing him? You're disgusting. Your dad probably died of shame because he found out how much of a whore his daughter was!" he yelled crudely.
That was the last straw for Fitz and before Jake could even blink, Fitz had him up against the wall with his forearm crushing his windpipe. Jake was gasping for breath, his feet dangling and arms flaying as he tried to get air into his deflating lungs. Fitz pushed harder, not thinking or realizing that Jake was turning blue from the lack of oxygen.
"Fitz," Olivia spoke calmly, walking up to him and laying a hand on his shoulder, "you have to stop or else you'll kill him."
That seemed to get through to him and he released his hold on Jake. He slithered to floor like the pathetic snake that he was and coughed as air filled his body. He was clutching his bruised throat, on his hands and knees, when Fitz crouched down to his level.
"Drunk or not, if you ever talk to her like that again, I'll kill you." His tone relayed how serious he was and Jake just weakly nodded, still trying to regain equilibrium. Unable to stop himself, Fitz delivered a sharp kick to his ribcage and smiled a little when Jake yelped out in pain.
"Are you ok? He asked Olivia when he turned to her, seeing the tears streaking down her face.
"Yeah," she lied and wiped her face. She could tell that Fitz didn't believe her, but she was thankful that he didn't push.
Pulling her into his arms, he wrapped her tight in his embrace before speaking against her temple, "I'm going to call him a cab because there is no way I can be in a car with him. What's your address?"
She told him where they lived then watched as he hauled Jake out of the space. Once they were gone, she collapsed on the couch, emotionally drained from her day. She shook her head then burrowed it in her palms. Some of the things he said hit home. Had her father known what she did, he would be ashamed of her. And although she wouldn't classify herself as a whore or slut, she had made Jake wait but slept with Fitz within minutes of knowing him. So what did that make her?
She heard the door open, taking her out of her self loathing, and was happy to see Fitz walk in alone and in one piece. "I paid the cab driver extra to make sure that he got inside your apartment safely," Fitz sighed then plopped on the couch next to her.
He opened his arms and she immediately snuggled against him. "Thank you. I've never seen him like that and I can't help but to feel responsible."
"That was all liquid courage, once he sobers up, he'll be more approachable," Fitz reasoned.
"I still have to talk to him tomorrow," she said but mainly to herself.
"I'm going with you," Fitz told her instead of asking if she needed him to accompany her.
"No, this is something I have to do alone." She couldn't rub her and Fitz's relationship in Jake's face.
"Okay, but what if he's drunk again or he starts to call you those names. How about I drive you and just wait outside?" he tried to bargain knowing that there was no way he could sit and wait for her to come back to him.
"No. Besides, you have that training session at the hospital tomorrow," she reminded him.
"I don't like this," Fitz huffed and removed his arms from around her.
Sitting up, Olivia sighed and then asked, "How would you feel if the situation were reversed and I came in here with Jake and told you that I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore because I'm not happy and I fell in love with someone else. Oh and by the way, here he is and we've also been screwing for the past month or so." She could see him visibly grit his teeth as he imagined that scenario.
"Okay, you're right," he conceded, then added, "but I still don't like it."
"I know," she laughed as she snuggled back into the crook of his arm.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Fitz gasped aloud. "You just said you love me," he teased in a sing song voice.
"I did no such thing," she denied with a sly smile.
"Oh really? You said, and I quote, 'I fell in love with someone else,'" he told her triumphantly.
"Hmmm, don't exactly recall saying a name though. For all you know, I was talking about Dr. Beene," she joked with a serious face.
"That's just wrong," he scoffed.
"There's just something about his pot belly, gray, balding hair, and oh, the fact that he likes men just really gets me going," she said with a dreamy expression.
"You're going to pay for that," Fitz warned then crept his fingers up to her ribcage.
Olivia arched her back to get him to go higher, but a devilish grin came across his handsome face and his fingers went wild. He tickled her across her stomach and under her arms. She squirmed and squealed as she tried to get him to stop but he kept going. She cried mercy countless times but he wouldn't stop. Doing the only thing she could, she tried to buck him off by tilting her hips to his. Lightening quick, the once playful mood turned passionate and she found herself grinding against the bulge in his pants. He intertwined their fingers and pinned them above her head.
As he gazed down at her with such love, she couldn't help but verbally respond. "I love you, too," she whispered, "so much."
She met him halfway as his lips descended on hers. All the worries of the day drifted away as she felt his tongue sweep across her bottom lip. She opened and let him in, twirling her tongue around his and moaning into his mouth. He unlaced their hands so that he could glide his palm under her shirt. When he met the edge of her bra, he stopped for a second before undoing the front clasp. She whimpered as he groped her breast and lifted her hips higher into his.
She snaked her hands between their bodies, no easy feat seeing how close they were, and started to unbuckle his belt. He moved off of her some to make it easier and once she had them undone, she grasped his shirt and pulled it off of him. She licked one pec and then the other, lightly brushing over his nipple with her tongue and he shuddered.
She made her way back to his mouth, stopping to pepper kisses on his collarbone, adam's apple, and jaw. He kissed her hungrily and in a frenzy of hands, they both ended up completely naked within seconds. He trailed his hand up her calf, grabbing behind her knee to bring her leg around his waist. Her core was warm and wet and he could feel her throb against him. He steadily pushed into her, holding her gaze and watching entranced as her eyelids flutter shut.
"I," he whispered in one ear, "love," in the other, "you," he finished against her mouth.
"I love you," she groaned back, her nails anchoring in his shoulder as he thrust especially hard.
She hooked her foot around his ankle and let her other leg drop some, opening up and allowing him to slide deeper. He made love to her in the sweetest of ways, with deep, long strokes that she could feel all the way down to the tips of her toes. She arched against him, trying to get as close as possible to make the deep ache in her belly go away. He kept whispering his love for her, even drawing it on her skin with the tip of his tongue and each time, she responded, making sure he knew that she loved him too.
His movements sped up and he hit her spot in a quick succession that made her spine curve so sharply she thought it would snap. The tips of her nipples rubbed against his hard chest making little puffs of breath wheeze from her parted lips. She moaned then whimpered when he sucked the side of her neck, distinctly leaving his mark for all to see. The primal feelings of being claimed made her bite his shoulder hard, leaving her teeth marks highlighted in red. He groaned at the pain, but then in pleasure when she squeezed her inner muscles against his shaft.
"I'm so close…don't stop. Oh god…please don't stop," she whimpered and he did just the opposite.
The pleasure was so overwhelming, threatening to pull her under, and it was only getting greater. Each time he told her he loved her, her insides clenched and she could feel herself growing wetter. Oh how she loved this man. The climax washed over her hard, causing her body to shake in deep shudders. She sighed his name in the loveliest of ways, effectively making him fall over the edge with her.
When they were able to fill their lungs normally, he got up and carried her to his bedroom, laying her down gently before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. He came back with a warm wash cloth, cleaning her up some before disappearing into the bathroom once more. When he came back, he cuddled against her, his front to her back and she sighed in contentment. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was nearly four in the morning. A long day indeed.
"My father would have liked you," she said randomly, a long yawn followed soon after.
"You think so?" he asked, wishing that he would've had a chance to meet the man that had such a huge role in creating the woman in his arms.
"I know so," she confirmed and drifted off to sleep.
Fitz woke up before Olivia and just stared down at her as the midmorning sun splayed across her back. He traced his finger up her spine, hoping to wake her, but she only stirred. He pulled the sheet down to the just above her bottom and smiled when he saw the purplish hickey that he left there at some point during the night. Well, morning. Swinging his legs over the bed, he stretched, cracking his back and neck, then headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he was done, he came out and saw Olivia was still sleeping. He dressed in his scrubs, checking the clock and noticing that he had to be at the hospital in a little over an hour. He had enough time to make her some brunch. He padded softly to the kitchen and searched through his cabinets and refrigerator to find the ingredients to make eggs, home fries, bacon, and grilled cheese.
Midway through cooking, he heard the shower cut on, signaling that she had finally woken up. He continued cooking, deciding to make one grilled cheese and to just split it diagonally between them. He piled the food on two plates, adding cubes of fresh pineapple and cups of orange juice. He went to the bedroom to tell her the food was ready but she was on the phone and from the little bit he heard, it sounded like she was talking to her mother.
He went back to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island, and decided to wait for her to come in before eating. He thought back over the events of last night, and while it absolutely broke his heart to see her in such pain, he had to admit that he was happy that she came to him for comfort. And when she said she loved him, he could've ran a hundred marathons and swam across the ocean all the way to India and back just on the feelings she evoked from those three little words alone.
A few minutes later, she came into the kitchen, wearing what she had been wearing last night but looking more refreshed after her shower. She sat down in front of her plate and gave him an appreciative smile before digging in.
"Are you sure that you'll be ok by yourself today? I can get out of the training," he offered, still not fully comfortable with the idea.
"Yes, Fitz, I'm sure," she chuckled at his persistence.
"Ok. Were you talking to your mother earlier? How is she?" he asked with concern.
"Yeah I was. She says she's fine but I'm going to check on her before I go see Jake today anyways," she told him between chews.
Checking his watch, Fitz saw that it was time to leave if he wanted to be on time. He got up and went to Olivia to kiss her before he left. What was supposed to be a simple peck turned out to be much deeper and he had to drag himself away before he hoisted her up on the island and ripped her clothes off.
"I gotta go," he paused at her groan, "I know, I don't want to leave either. Call me when you're done with Jake."
"I promise," she said then tilted her head for one more kiss.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Fitz said, leaving the kitchen, going to his room and coming back seconds later, "here's my key." He put the metal object on the counter.
"Fitz, I love you, I really do, but I still need time and I think giving me a key is moving too fast," Olivia said, retreating into herself some.
"I know. I just wanted you to lock up when you leave. You have to lock the bottom from the outside and I don't exactly want to come home to a ransacked apartment. You can give it back the next time we see each other," he told her and she immediately felt stupid.
"Oh," she mumbled quietly and was weirdly a little hurt that he didn't want her to have his key permanently.
Seeing her look, Fitz laughed at how wishy washy she was being. "I would like nothing more than to move you in this minute, but I have to go to work and you, well, you have to get divorced and find yourself," he smiled in a way that let her know he understood all the emotions she was feeling.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked him, a huge smile spread across her face.
"Um, no, I don't think so," he said with a faux thoughtful expression.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated over and over until his mouth covered hers.
After she finished her food, she cleaned up some then grabbed her purse and left his apartment, making sure to lock up in the process. She slid his key onto her key ring, liking the way it looked next to hers, but made sure to remind herself that it was only temporary. She made a pit stop along the way at her mother's favorite café, getting her a scone and latte knowing that she probably hadn't eaten. When she pulled up in front of her parents' house, right behind her father's car, she felt herself start to tear up some. Taking a settling breath, she got out her car and headed to the front door.
She found it to be unlocked, assuming because her mother was having family come in a little later, and went to go find her mother in the one spot that she knew she was going to be. She walked through her childhood home, memories around every corner. She paused at a picture of her parents on their wedding day, looking at each other with happy expressions and hopes of forever. Right next to the picture was a photo of her and Jake on their wedding day and the looks they shared were nothing like her parents'. It was a look of content and settling and even in the picture she could tell that the moment it was taken, she was thinking of Fitz.
She continued on down the hall, stopping at her father's study, and knocked lightly before entering. Just as she suspected, her mother was sitting in her father's leather chair, facing the window and staring out blindly. It looked like she was twirling something between her fingers and when Olivia got a little closer, she saw that it was her dad's wedding ring.
"Mommy, I brought you breakfast, I'm sure that you didn't eat yet," Olivia said softly, setting the food down on the desk.
"Thanks, sweet pea, I just haven't had much of an appetite," Patricia replied, turning the chair back towards Olivia.
Her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes were bloodshot and Olivia immediately knew that she hadn't slept a wink last night. She felt bad for leaving her by herself and wished that she had at least called to check on her at some point during the night.
"Where's Jake?" her mother asked, peering around Olivia , then her eyes settled on her daughter, "Are you wearing the same thing that you were yesterday? What's going on Olivia?" her mother never called her by her first name unless something was wrong.
"That's not important right now, Mom. Have you started going over funeral stuff?" Olivia asked trying to change the subject.
"Olivia Carolyn Pope, you tell me why your husband isn't with you right now. When I lost my father, your dad wouldn't have let me out of his sight," Patricia was getting upset, but at the wrong person.
"Jake and I are going through some problems, but with all that's happened, my marriage shouldn't be at the forefront," Olivia tried to excuse the topic.
"For the past fifteen hours, the only thing that's been on my mind is the look on your father's face when he collapsed. Now just tell me what's going on so that I give my brain a break," her mother pleaded and Olivia couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Jake and I are getting a divorce," she said as quickly as possible.
"You what? You've barely been married a month. I'm sure whatever problems you may have had is not so dire that you have to go and end your marriage before it even started," Patricia said, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to think of what problems such a young couple could possibly have.
"I cheated on him and I fell in love with the person I cheated with," she admitted.
"Oh, sweet pea," he mother said with a sad look in her eyes. "I'm sure you're just imaging these feelings…"
"I'm not. I was with him last night, that's why I'm still wearing the same clothes. My father died and all I wanted was him, not my husband, not you, him."
"What about Jake?" her mother asked, still digesting the news her daughter just told her.
"As soon as I leave here, I'm going to tell him everything."
Olivia hated the look in her mother's eyes. It was one that she had tried to avoid her entire life. It was the one of disappointment and for a brief second, she was happy that she didn't have to see that look on her father's face and immediately she felt bad for thinking that. The look on her mother's face told her that she no longer wanted to discuss the situation so for the next hour, they went over funeral details.
He was to be buried in three days in the family plot that was about an hour away. Her mother had picked out his suit during her bout of insomnia, his favorite blue pin stripe one with the red tie. They were going to arrange a twenty one gun salute and seriously considered having bag pipes play when they remembered that Rowan hated the instrument. The women had a hearty laugh about that, each imitating the voice he would make when he didn't like something. They also chose to each write letters to be buried with him and her mother decided to keep his wedding with, not yet being able to part with it. When everything was finalized and written down, they made the appointment with the funeral home for the next day to pick out the casket and floral arrangements.
It was a hard process and she and her mother had spent the rest of the morning and mid-afternoon going over details and closing Rowan's accounts at various places. By the time they were done, it was nearing four and Olivia knew that she had procrastinated long enough. Luckily, her aunt was coming in just as Olivia was leaving so that her mother wasn't alone.
"Hi Aunt Linda, Mom is in the study," Olivia said after a quick hug on the way to her car.
"Thanks. Liv, how are you holding up," the older woman asked, seemingly in the mood to strike up a conversation.
"As best as expected," Olivia told her, continuing to her car and not getting caught up talking to her aunt.
"Oh, well, I guess I'll speak to you later," Linda scoffed, finding Olivia's impatience rude.
"It's a date," Olivia replied, getting in her vehicle and driving off.
The apartment was quiet, but Olivia knew that Jake was home. His keys were by the front door along with his phone, the two things he never went anywhere without. As she stepped in further, she heard the shower running and was immediately thankful for the extra time. She took a seat on the couch and replayed the speech she thought of on the drive over again and again. She had it basically memorized when she heard the water turn off waited for him to come out.
A few minutes later Jake appeared wearing a simple tee shirt and basketball shorts, rubbing the excess water from his hair with a small towel. When he saw Olivia he stopped, sighed as if he hated the fact that she was even in his presence, and sat on the recliner adjacent from hers.
"Do you love him?" he asked after a five minute stare off.
"Yes," she replied honestly.
"How did…when did…explain to me how this happened," he demanded and scooted closer to the edge of his seat.
"I met him the night before our wedding. Abby dragged me to a strip club. I didn't want to go," she explained as if her initial resistance made it better, "she had set up a dance, had me called up on stage and everything. Fitz was the dancer and well…"she stopped, hoping he'd fill in the pieces, thinking it be better if she not get into details.
"You cheated the night before our wedding with a stripper," he laughed humorlessly. "So I'm assuming you were with him that night you stayed out," she nodded, "and he's why you wouldn't let me touch you," she nodded again.
"Just tell me one thing," he beseeched, "when did you stop loving me? When did I stop being enough? I did everything in my power to make you happy. Romantic dinners, I always remembered birthdays and anniversaries, we had good times right?" he wanted to know, now doubting their entire relationship.
"Of course," she said quickly to try and reassure him, "We had some great times Jake. You were my first love, my best friend. But at some point, I needed more. Being with you got too repetitive, predictable almost. But I was willing to make it work, I was set to marry you and prepared to be happy with mediocre. Then Fitz came out of nowhere and turned my whole world upside down. He opened my eyes to what I was missing, what we were missing, and I fell in love."
She could've sworn that she heard his heart break and she could feel hers crack a little too. Jake truly was a good guy and an excellent boyfriend. She loved him, but she just wasn't in love with him anymore. They had drifted apart and neither was brave enough to admit it. She knew that he'd make some woman an excellent husband one day, but that woman just wasn't her.
"Wow," he said, unbelieving that he was hearing this.
"How did you find out about us?" Olivia asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"When Fitz and I were meeting for drinks earlier, he went to the bathroom, not realizing he left his phone on the table. I saw your name attached to a message come across the screen and was wondering why my wife was about to go see another man at that time of night. I was going to follow him, but he had already left. After having a few more drinks at the bar, I remembered that we had set up that Find My iPhone app on both of our phones and used it to track you," he confessed.
"Hmmm…"Olivia hummed, realizing that cellphones were responsible for her demise.
"So what now?" he asked, his head hanging low.
"I think we should get an annulment," she said straight up, not wanting to drag out his misery or hers any longer.
"Like we never even happened," he muttered.
"I'm not trying to erase you, Jake. I just think that it's best. Maybe we can still be frie…"he cut her off before she could finish.
"Don't say we can be friends. You are my wife, not my pal, not my buddy, my wife," he stood up and began to pace.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized, not knowing what else to say.
"Look, you can have the apartment," he wasn't ready to hear her apology yet, "but I want all the money in the joint account," he said as if that was a fair trade.
"All of the money? Jake, I saw what you had in the crossword puzzle book. Are you in some type of trouble?"
AN: So this was a really long chapter. I think it's longer than any that I've written to date. Anyways, so Jake was a bit of an asshole in the first meeting and Fitz had to straighten him out. There's something about a strong, manly, stand up for your woman Fitz that's kinda hot, lol. They finally said those three words, but agreed to still take things at her pace. Olivia went and saw her mother and Patricia was disappointed, how sad. But we do have a funeral coming up which means that Fitz will be introduced to her family. Oh and I almost forgot, Jake's secret will definitely come out next chapter. (If I were being completely honest, I'd admit that I still don't have a concrete plan as to where I want to go with that) In the next few chapters, we'll navigate Fitz and Olivia's relationship, how him being a stripper affects things, and raise your hand if you missed Mellie, lol.