Disclaimer: I don't own Scandal.
AN: So this chapter is pretty much all fluff and smut. Flutt? Smuff? Idk, I'll think of a good combination later, or maybe you guys have a suggestion of how to combine the two. Anyways, happy reading ;)
"UGGGHHH!" Olivia yelled, extremely frustrated as she held another dress -still on the hanger- up against her body and looked at herself in the mirror.
Deciding that that dress wouldn't do either, she chucked onto the ever growing pile of other discarded outfits. She had been at this for an hour, trying on clothes only to deicide that the outfit wasn't sexy enough or that it was too sexy. Desperate was the last look she was trying to achieve. Why should she even care? It was only a housewarming party. Who was she kidding? She cared because Fitz was going to be there. She immaturely stomped back to her closet, rifling through empty hangers and blouses hoping to find the perfect combination of clothes to entice her lost love when her phone started to ring and the ringtone signaled that it was Fitz.
She rushed out of her closet and tripped on one of her heels that was strewn about in her haste to get to the phone as fast as possible. She cursed her fates and her stubbed toe as she lay on the floor of her bedroom. Recovering, she quickly got up, looking around as if somebody had seen her tumble, then rushed over to the still ringing phone on her nightstand. She took a few calming breaths, trying to settle her pumping heart, then answered.
"Hi," she said, hoping to keep that fact that she was winded hidden.
"Hi…Liv? Are you ok, you sound out of breath," Fitz mentioned and she blushed in embarrassment.
"I kinda rushed to the phone," she admitted and she could almost picture his grin of satisfaction.
"Oh, okay. Well I was calling to see if you wanted me to bring anything, food or otherwise," he said, a light chuckle in his tone as he know doubt was imagining her sprinting to the phone.
"No, just bring yourself. I've got everything covered," she responded, making a mental note to make sure that the caterer was going to be on time.
"Okay, that works. I'll see you soon," he replied, sounding a little sad that the conversation was coming to an end.
"See you soon," she said, preparing to hang up.
"Livi," he called before she could press end, "I miss you," he breathed, seemingly a big weight lifting off his chest.
A wide smile spread across her face at his admission and a warm glow filled her entire system. "I miss you, too. So much."
They sat in silence, just listening to each other breathe and feeling a sense of serenity that had been lost in the three weeks they were apart. While she missed him terribly, she had to admit that the time alone was helpful. She started painting again, something she hadn't done in years and the common theme with them all was love. She also started to swim, something she enjoyed immensely and gave her time to either think or to just clear her mind and float. But as she was finding herself, she found that she was just putting off the inevitable and figured out what she knew all along. That she belonged with Fitz, he was hers and she was his, and at this party, she was going to make sure he knew that.
"Bye," he finally broke the silence.
"Bye…"
The last three weeks had been hell for Fitz. He would see Olivia walk past him in the halls and she would barely acknowledge his presence. A nod here, a hello there, but that was pretty much the extent of their interactions. He would leave lunch for her on occasion, just something to let her know that he was thinking of her, but his efforts seemed to have gone unnoticed. He would hold his phone for hours, her number already typed in but he just couldn't bring himself to hit call.
Tonight, however, he had a plausible excuse for needing to hear her voice. Under the ruse of wanting to know if she needed him to bring something, he got what he'd been craving. A conversation, some type of acknowledgement that she knew he existed and if tonight went as planned, he wouldn't have to wait another three weeks before everyone knew that she was his.
As he perused the vase section of Pier1 Imports, Fitz once again cursed the fact that he had not a clue of how to decorate. "I should've gone to Bed Bath and Beyond," he mumbled to himself.
He continued down the aisle, soon engulfed in throw pillows and other weird knick knacks. After seeing a commercial that promised that an item would 'speak to him', he figured this would be the best place to look. Nothing in here screamed Olivia though and he once again circled around the candles that were so fragrant they made him cough. Finally a sales associate took pity on him.
"Can I help you, sir?" a young woman whose name tag read Mandy asked.
"Yes, actually, I'm looking for a housewarming present for my girlfriend," he said proudly and Mandy said that she had just the right thing.
An hour later, gift in tow, Fitz was heading into the elevator of Olivia's loft style building, nervous energy bubbling in the pits of his stomach. The doors were just about to close when a palm shot out to keep it open. He groaned in frustration when he saw who the palm was connected to.
"Hello, Mellie," Fitz greeted politely, hoping that she'd return the greeting and that would be it.
"Why hello Dr. Grant, or shall I say, Mr. Postman," she chuckled loudly as if she had just told the funniest joke in the entire world.
He knew that she had been saving that for quite some and wondered idly how long it took for her to come up with the lame joke before he decided that he didn't care. He did, however, care to know what the heck she was doing here. It was no secret that she and Olivia weren't besties and he seriously doubted that she received an invitation.
"What are you doing here?" Fitz asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"I heard the buzz about the party around the ER and decided what the hell, I don't have anything better to do, why not pop on in," she said casually as if her explanation made sense.
When the elevator finally dinged, Fitz was relieved to be out of the confining space, a space that seemed so much smaller with Mellie and her ego crammed inside. As he was exiting, a realization dawned on him. With them arriving at the same time, it would seem like he and Mellie came together. He tried to speed walk to Olivia's door so that it seemed as if he and Mellie arrived separately but she kept pace with him. Finally reaching her apartment with Mellie by his side, he knocked loudly and prayed that someone other than Olivia opened the door.
She heard the knock at the door and got that giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach that let her know exactly who was on the other side. She had to force herself not to run to the door like she ran to the phone earlier that evening. Walking as fast as her feet would allow without looking too eager, she hurriedly made her way to the entrance. Stopping at the threshold, she self-consciously smoothed the skirt of her dress and patted down any fly aways that may be sticking up from her hair. With a wide smile on her face, she opened the door only for the smile to fall as soon as she saw who was practically glued to his side.
I will not cry, I will not cry, she chanted to herself as she eyed Fitz and Mellie looking every bit of a couple standing in her doorway. How dare he bring her hear to her housewarming and pretend not to know how it would affect her. But could she blame him for moving on? Fitz was a very attractive man and as much as it pained her to admit it, Mellie was pretty in an ice queen sort of way. Why wouldn't they hook up? So why the phone call earlier and why tell her he missed her only to show up with another woman?
"Olivia, thanks for inviting us to your party, I can tell already that your place is nice." Mellie smiled her award winning smile and if Olivia wasn't mistaken, scooted in closer to Fitz.
Olivia wanted to claw Mellie's eyes out she was so jealous. To his credit, Fitz did try to move away from Mellie and seemed to convey how sorry he was through his eyes. Swallowing her pride, she stepped aside and let them in.
"Thank you for coming, please, come on in." She hoped she sounded sincere, but knew that it was a long shot.
The two entered the apartment and not feeling up to watching them together, Olivia excused herself to her to the bathroom. She could hear the footsteps following her close behind but refused to turn and look at him. She almost had the door shut, was almost safe, but he somehow managed to muscle his way through. All the air was sucked out of the room and all she wanted to do was launch herself into his arms. So she did. She missed him and for right now, she was willing to forget that he showed up with another woman for just one moment of bliss.
He smelled so good, so masculine, so Fitz, that she couldn't help but burrow her face in his chest and inhale him. He tightened his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck, content just to hold her. Olivia wound her fingers in his curls and brought his mouth to hers, needing to feel the gentle pull of his lips, the lush glide of his tongue against hers. He seemed a little caught off guard by her forwardness, but soon was matching her intensity. He kissed her as if he was starving, eating at her mouth until all she could do was moan.
He hoisted her up on the counter, his hands going underneath her dress and up her thighs. When they reached the edge of her panties, her breath hitched and she opened her legs wider. He skimmed a finger against the seat of her underwear and she bit his lip at the slight rush of pleasure. It had been way too long and she wanted him so bad. She was ready to go the distance until she remembered who he showed up with.
Pushing him away, she struggled to calm her rapidly beating heart. There was a million questions and accusations but all that came out was, "how could you?", and she could've smacked herself with how vulnerable she sounded, even to her own ears.
"It's not what you think. I didn't come here with Mellie, I would never do that to you. We just so happened to share an elevator together, nothing more," he reassured her.
She immediately felt stupid for jumping to conclusions. "I'm sorry, it just seemed like you two came together and she was standing so close, too close, to you." She hung her head, not being able to meet his gaze.
Reclaiming his spot between her legs, he lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. "When I told you that I loved you, did you not believe me? When I said that I'd wait for you for as long as you needed, that I missed you, did you not believe me?" he questioned, a twinge of hurt to his tone.
"I did, I do, it's just…old insecurities," she tried to laugh it off.
"I love you and only you. You never have to worry about me even being remotely attracted to Mellie or anyone else," he said convincingly then kissed her again.
The kiss went on and on, her bathroom mirror fogging up from the sheer intensity of it. Her panties found themselves dangling around her ankle and his fingers found themselves inching ever closer to her wet core. When he connected, she let out a long, low moan that sent tingles up his spine.
"Fitz, baby, we have to stop. There are people out there," she breathed halfheartedly even as she ground her hips into his hand.
Pulling his fingers from her tight sheath, she watched as he licked her essence off of his digits, his eyes closing as if he were trying to savor her taste. "Just a little bit," he groaned and she was slightly confused by his choice of words. But when he sank to his knees, all the confusion evaporated. "Just a little taste."
He slung her legs over his shoulders leaving her completely open to him and growled before he dove right on in. The first lick had her spine straightening and her hands going to his hair to clutch him closer. He swirled his tongue wickedly around her clit, drawing the bud between his lips and making hot bolts of pleasure shoot throughout her system. She tried to contain her moans, biting her bottom lip so hard she could taste blood, but it didn't seem to work. Each moan she let loose earned her an answering groan from Fitz, the sound vibrating against her folds and making her that much wetter.
"Fitz…"she whimpered his name, so close to the edge that is was the only word that registered in brain.
When he stuck two fingers inside, curling the up so they brushed her spot, that was all she could take and she exploded, weeping and tossing her head back as she let the powerful sensations wash over her. He stayed with her, kept dragging his tongue up her slit until she came again. She begged him to stop, the feelings too intense, then in the next breath pleaded with him not to. He didn't quit until she had her third and most heady orgasm yet. It started at her toes, building its way up her legs and radiating at her center before bursting in a scorching heat that took her breath away.
Fitz sat back on his haunches, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips and Olivia couldn't help but mirror it. Her fingers trembled as she got off the counter and her legs wobbled as she attempted to walk over to the tub. Sitting on the edge, she grabbed a washcloth and cleaned herself up while Fitz splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to calm his raging libido.
"Wow," Olivia finally broke the silence as she got up and tried to remain steady on her feet.
"Well, I told you I missed you," he said as way of explanation and she burst out laughing.
He laughed too, and when they calmed, all that was left was the love between them. "I love you," she was the first to say it this time and the smile that came across his face told her it was well worth it.
"I love you, too. Are you done finding yourself? Can we be together now?" he asked hopefully.
"I don't think I'll ever be done finding myself but what I am done with is pushing you away," she told him and squealed when he picked her up and spun her around.
When he finally set her on her feet, her heart was racing and her cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. She knew she was going to have a hell of a time explaining their absence but at that moment, she could care less what anyone thought. She had her man and was going to be happy for once. They exited the bathroom hand in hand and headed back to the party.
All of her guests looked at her with knowing looks. Many gave cat calls, others whistled, while some-Mellie- looked on in disgust. Deciding that she'd rub it in, Olivia tugged on Fitz's hand, bringing him to her level, and claimed his lips. She heard claps and a voice that sounded distinctly like Abby's yell 'finally'.
When they broke apart, Fitz asked her if she wanted a glass of wine and being Olivia Pope, she gave him a look that said, 'when don't I want wine' and sent him towards the kitchen. She was still smiling ear to ear when Abby came up to her.
"Thank you," Abby said and hugged her best friend.
"Thank you?" Olivia repeated with slight confusion.
"Yes, the entire ER had a bet going as to when you two would finally stop playing games and get together. I just won three hundred bucks," Abby said excitedly.
"The entire ER, how did they even know? You told everyone?" Olivia didn't know which made her angrier, the fact that everyone was in her personal business or that Abby was the root of the rumors.
"Of course not. People aren't blind, Olivia. We're doctors for Christ sake, you would think we would have the common sense to see when two people are in love. Plus it doesn't help your case when you get freaky in the on-call room," Abby said, referencing the time nearly a month ago that Olivia and Fitz had gotten carried away.
"But you still played into it," Olivia pointed out, not letting her anger go.
"Duh, easy money. If it makes you feel any better, I was going to use part of the money to treat us to a spa day and lunch," she said with an apologetic smile.
"Can I pick the spa and restaurant?" Olivia asked, not wanting to let her friend off the hook too easy.
"Deal," Abby agreed and stuck her hand out to shake. "Now I'm going to go collect my winnings."
The rest of the party went swimmingly, her friends telling her horror stories of living alone. She laughed when Fitz told her how one of his female neighbors, who happened to look like she was a hundred, brought him a pie then proceeded to ask if he wanted a piece of her pie. The old woman even had the nerve to do a little shimmy for him and Fitz made the story that much more hilarious by imitating the move. As Olivia laughed, she made a mental note to make sure to let that old woman know that Fitz was getting all the pie he needed from her.
The night was winding down, most of her guest had left after wishing her best wishes in her new place and leaving various housewarming gifts. When the last person shuffled out and it was just her and Fitz, she felt like she could finally exhale. They flopped onto her new white couch, Fitz sprawled out with her on top of him. She laid her head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat and quickly drifting off to sleep.
"I got you a gift," Fitz's voice broke the silence and brought her out of her near slumber.
"Oh yeah?" she responded around a yawn.
Reaching his long arm out to the coffee table, he grabbed a blue gift bag and handed it to her. Sitting up on her elbows, she pawed through the pink tissue paper and pulled out a picture frame. It was wrought iron with hearts welded in the metal. The picture that was incased was of one of the two of them, the one they took at Kings Dominion in the tower. The sun was setting and it created a perfect glow behind them. She was looking into the camera smiling while his head was turned towards her, his eyes closed and a grin curving the corners of his mouth. He looked so at peace with his arms around her waist and she looked happier than she'd ever been.
"It's beautiful," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I wanted you to have a piece of us here," he explained.
Smiling, she brought her lips to his and what initially was supposed to be a kiss of gratitude soon turned into something way more. His hands gripped her hips and rolled them over. He ground his erection into her center until her legs wrapped around him in invitation and her mouth fell open in a moan. Suddenly she found herself lifted off of the couch and headed towards her bedroom. He didn't stop at the bed like she thought he was going to, instead, he continued to her on suite bathroom. The idea of him taking her in the shower was highly appealing and he set her on her feet while he moved to turn on the water.
Without saying a word, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and off her body. He groaned when he saw the wisps of red lace that was supposed to be her underwear, not having had the pleasure of seeing the full effect earlier. She felt beautiful as he stared at her with lust and love filled eyes and wanted him to be just as exposed as she was. She tugged off his black vee neck and pulled his pants down in record timing, squeezing her thighs together when she saw the bulge tenting his boxers knowing exactly where that bulge would be in about five minutes.
Underwear removed, they stepped into the shower and under the hot spray of water. Fitz hugged her close, the water barely able to find creases and crevices between them to flow properly to its final destination of the drain. Her tongue dueled with his, the quick pace speaking of their desperation to be joined because both knew that it had been too long. The stiff peaks of her straining nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest and the erotic scrape had her smashing her aching core into his cock.
When she couldn't take anymore, he turned her around, facing her towards the farthest wall and instructed her to brace her hands on the cool tiles. She complied and when she felt the strong grip of his arms around her waist, her head dropped to her chest and she prepared herself for the delicious feeling of his cock sliding into her tight sheath. And she was not disappointed as powered through her clasping walls until he was seated all the way in. She let out a harrowing cry when he pulled back and thrust back in harder than the first time.
The push and pull of his shaft made her core clench around him so tight that he could barely escape only to be sucked right back in. His head dropped to her back and moaned in her ear over and over again. She would have fallen when his fingers moved to her clit had he not been holding her up. This was mating at its most primal and it was characterized by the slapping of wet skin and the growls and groans, sounds that can only be made by two people finding ultimate pleasure in each other's arms. Her hands slipped another notch down the wet tiled wall when he tugged on her stiff nipple and thrust in especially hard.
"Don't stop," she whimpered breathlessly, "Oh, god…please don't stop."
He pulled out and she could've screamed at the separation. But when he turned her around and lifted her up and pushing her back against the wall, his motives were made clear. He slipped back in and it was like he never left. She tightened her muscles around him, keeping him locked in place and worked her hips sinuously against him. He licked up the side of her neck, knowing that it was her spot, then took her mouth in a kiss that had her toes curling into the flesh of his ass. Her nails dug themselves into his back as he took her against the shower wall, swallowing any sound she could've hoped to make.
She clutched him closer, feeling her orgasm rising from the depths of her soul and wanted, no needed, him to go over the edge with her. And with one more thrust, he did, a screech bubbling forth and she was honestly surprised that she didn't hear a boom from breaking the sound barrier. His face found its way into her wet hair as he shuddered through his own release. When the quivering stopped, he set her down on her feet but still kept her close.
"Hi," and in that moment, it expressed more than just a greeting. It was I love you a million times over, it was I can't live without you, I can't breathe without you, I don't exist without you. It was everything.
And what else could she do but return the sentiments in the exact same way? "Hi.."
AN: So what did you think? How cute was Olivia in her preparation for Fitz, tripping all over herself to get to the phone. How many of you have had that moment? Where do you think their relationship is going from here? How will Olivia deal with her insecurities, especially with the type of work Fitz does. And how do you think Mellie will react to the happy couple? Let me know the answer to these questions or any thoughts you may have in a review below.