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Take It Easy On Me

Chapter 9

She almost didn't hear the soft knock on the door and she almost decided to ignore it, too fatigue to deal with any crisis now and she had no doubt, that is was Cyrus doing the knocking. Sighing, she changed her mind and opened the door wide open and froze, it was Fitz knocking on her door.

He had a t-shirt and a toothbrush in his hands, "thought you might need something to sleep in and a toothbrush. The T-shirt is mine so it will be a little big." He smiled friendly.

When she didn't take the stuff his smile disappeared, "I made you a promise and I won't break, it so just take the damn things, Olivia."

Giving in she reached for his old T-shirt, "I always carry a toothbrush and make up with me and I even have an extra set of clothes in my car, I never know my work schedule. However, I do not have a nightgown with me so thank you, Mr. President."

"All right then, I'll leave you, Ms Pope." He looked longingly at her but started to turn around.

"Don't…Don't go…Fitz."

Awkwardly, he turned back to her with an intense burning in his eyes. "Don't say it if you don't mean it, Olivia."

"Please, just stay for a moment." Her voice was soft and her body reacted to the fire in him, making her body tingling and warm.

Without a word, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His eyes never left hers and she backed away slowly, her mouth suddenly felt dry and her heart beating speeded up. He stood still and just watched her and his expression became very soft, "you're so beautiful, Olivia."

She took a step closer to him and then another until they stood very close. Neither of them reached out but just stared at each other, "just one minute." Olivia asked.

The heat grew between them and spread to her body and reacting to her instincts, she took the final step and locked her lips with his.

The sensation was sweet, oh so sweet and they deepened the kiss, gently Fitz caressed her face and she leaned closer into him. The moment too tender and sweet to be rushed, this time they had all the time in the world and desperation wasn't a part of it anymore.

In his arms and with their lips locked the world stopped spinning, everything became clear and she felt like she had come home, she felt safe and loved.

"Are you really divorcing Mellie?" a part of her was scared that he would regret, and leave her heartbroken.

He rested his forehead against hers, "yes I am. Please, let me hold you tonight, Olivia. I won't make love to you just hold you, please." His voice reflected the same vulnerability she felt.

"Okay," she whispered.

In the joined bathroom, they prepared to bed side by side, a shared ritual from the campaign, in the past, they had always small talked but today they just enjoyed doing this simple ritual together. It felt so natural, like they had done this together for years.

Back in the room, she suddenly felt shy, she hadn't shared a bed with anyone since she left Fitz and what if he was disappointed with her now?

She felt a hand caressing her cheek gently, "I'll just hold you, don't be shy, Olivia."

Taking a deep breath, she remembered this was Fitz and she trusted him, he wouldn't hurt her, not if he could help it. Stepping out of her clothes, she was beginning to relax until she heard him take a sharp intake of air, looking up she saw that his eyes were fixed on her body and she couldn't help her eyes flying south, the bump in his boxer assured her that he wasn't disappointed.

Their eyes met and he whispered hoarsely, "just get into bed, I'll be fine in a second." Reluctantly, she withdrew her eyes and climbed into bed, instantly Fitz climbed behind her and pushed her further into the middle of the bed, and there he gathered her in his arms and rested her head on his chest.

"I've missed this, missed you." Olivia admitted in a whisper. His arms held her tighter and he kissed her hair, "me too." Holding a brief break he whispered; "sweet baby," amusement clear in his voice.

"Oh, I hate that endearment, if you can even call it that. Don't say that to me, Fitz. I'm here." She laughed with him.

"It sounds like something from an x-rated movie," he agreed. "But it worked as our secret code for telling the other, we needed alone time, when it couldn't wait any longer."

"It did," she agreed. That was the reason why the Amanda Tanner situation had hurt so much, he had been calling out for her, Olivia Pope, and not Amanda Tanner.

"Will you ever forgive me?" He whispered against her hair. His hands caressed her arm and back softly but very distracting.

"I hope so, I left you and that means I had no claim on you but it still hurts."

He drew her even closer to him and she listened to the beat of his heart, and that rushed her blood to run faster in her veins and her heartbeat to speed up. "I know. I can't justify it and won't try. Just know how very sorry I am. I love you, Olivia."

Wetting her lips she threw all cautions into the wind, "I love you too, Fitz." She lifted her head and pushed her body up to claim his lips. His lips ignited the sweet burning into heated flames and her hands followed the well-known curves of his body. Fitz rolled her over and pushed his body in between her legs and hovered his upper body over her, he now had full access to her body.

His hardness pushed against her sex and she wanted him like she had always wanted him, she lifted her head and reclaimed his sweet, burning mouth and welcomed his moan with one of her own. His hand found her hard nibble and he squeezed it gently, and a new fire consumed her body.

He broke contact with her mouth but only a second later, she felt the tip of his tongue playing with her other nibble and she almost lost it.

"Please, Fitz." She moaned and her sex pushed up to grind against his hardness, wanting to feel all of him.

He moaned and bit her nibble in respond, and her hands moved to his head and drew it upward so she could kiss him deep and wildly. In respond, his hands moved down to dislocate the fabric between them. The wet tip of him pushed against her heated and wet sex.

"Please, Fitz. Please." She begged, the need too much to take anymore, she pushed up at the same time as he pushed against her, and both cried out when the combination of their pushing had him entering her fully in one push. It was heaven.

"I love you, Olivia." He whispered before she drifted into sleep, her head rested peaceful against his chest and his arms locked around her, she felt safe and loved and sleep was possible tonight.

The alarm clock woke them the next morning, Fitz's body was intertwined with hers, his head rested against her breast, his arm laying around her belly and his leg pushed in between her legs. He was heavy and warm but she loved to feel him pressed into her. Slowly he lifted his head and kissed her, and her sore body reacted instantly and they melt together one more time.

Smiling she asked, "how are you going to sneak out of my room, Mr. President? It's close to eight."

Relaxed he smiled back, "I'm not sneaking anymore, I'll just walk out."

Becoming serious she said, "Fitz, you have to be careful. You're not divorce yet and we can't go public, not yet."

"So we will go public then?" he asked, staring intensely at her, "you wasn't just playing with me?"

"No! Of course not." She was taken aback by his question, didn't he know her?

Relief filled his eyes, "will you go steady with me, Olivia Pope?" Amusement danced in his eyes.

Olivia laughed, "I'll go steady with you." She paused, "when your divorce is final. But you can't date other people in the mean time, Agreed?"

"Only, if you agree to date only me. And no kissing other men!"

"Deal!" She kissed him

A knock on the door interrupted them. "That will be Emilia coming for your car keys." Fitz stated quietly.

"Why would she come for my car keys?" Olivia was confused.

"You spare set of clothes."

"Oh, hide in the bathroom." She ordered and got out of the bed, she covered in the bed sheet and went to open the door, her car keys in her hand.

When she closed the door behind Emilia, she heard Fitz turn on the water in the shower and she shook her head. He wasn't playing this safe but she rushed to join him in the bath, anyway.

They met with Cyrus for breakfast in the dining room he was already drinking coffee and reading the paper when they walked into the room.

"You two look refreshed." He commented harshly.

"Morning, Cyrus." Fitz said.

"Ok, here's the plan. Get Mellie back here and I'll have the press release ready, and then I'll schedule an interview with Kimberly Mitchell exclusively." Olivia was all business.

Cyrus looked from Fitz to Olivia; Fitz was running over his schedule for the day and Olivia was checking her emails. "I trust that we all know that filing for divorce isn't the same as actually being divorced?"

Olivia looked up from her phone, "do you want me to state that in the press release? I'm sure most people know it takes a certain amount of time to be divorced." She kept a straight face."

Fitz chuckled, "get down from your high horse, Cyrus, my private life is my own."

"Not when you're President, then your life belongs to the American people and they deserve to have a responsible adult running the country. I've enough ticking bombs, now I've a divorce in the White House and a loose First Lady. I had high hopes for you, Mr. President." Cyrus babbled.

Olivia had returned her attention to the emails, she had enough requires to fill out the time of her restless team, soon she would've to spend more time in her office and she wondered how that would work. She wasn't about to let Cyrus ruined her good mood, she knew perfectly well Fitz was still married and what they did was wrong in the eyes of some people, but she was happy for the first time in a very, very long time.

"I'll get started. When can we expect Mellie? Hopefully today, she needs to be instructed."

"Later today, I think." Fitz answered with a frown.

"Good. When will you file for divorce? Will you or Mellie do it?"

"I think it would be wise if we let Mellie file." Cyrus said, "that way she will be the bad guy."

"I filed yesterday, I prepared the petition months ago and I've already talked to a specialist in handling divorces. I just need Mellie's demands to have the settlement ready."

Olivia and Cyrus stared at Fitz in disbelief, "you filed without telling me, do you know the information could be leaked already?" Cyrus paced the room in frustration and Olivia just stared at Fitz.

"I filed because a divorce is what I want, and I didn't want the risk of you fixing me out of it." Fitz looked relaxed, "my marriage is ruined and I don't love Mellie anymore."

Mindless of the grave situation Olivia felt joyous and very happy, Fitz was serious about getting a divorce and yesterday, when he came to her room he had already filed the papers, she felt less like a dirty mistress now.

"Mr. President, you make us work for our money," she said, "I'll start working on the press release now, I hope to have it out to the networks in two hours. This will leak in no time. Get Mellie here no later than by noon. You'll go on air today. Let's all get to work." She rushed out of the dining room after giving Fitz a bright smile.

In the small room she used as office in the White House Olivia stared at her laptop, she was supposed to write the most important press release in her career, one of the most important in the history of USA in two hours! Fortunately, she had very qualified employees of the White House to help her, but she had to come up with the draft and strategy.

Resting her head in her hand she looked at the laptop's screen and focused, and slowly the words started to form in her mind and she started writing, her attentions fully on her work until she felt a change in the room and looked up to see Fitz watching her. He was leaning against the doorframe and seemed to enjoy himself.

"Don't you've a place to be?" She asked

Shaking his head he smiled, "Cyrus cancelled my meetings today, claiming I had more important issues to handle."

"Oh, that's sounds serious?"

"Yes, very serious!" he admitted relaxed.

"Then why are you here, Mr. President?"

He walked casually into the room, "you see. the important stuff I have to do, is to kiss this amazing woman I love." Slowly, he walked to her, his eyes never leaving hers and when he reached her, he bowed down and claimed her lips in a sweet, sweet kiss. Soon he deepened the kiss but he stopped before it became too intense.

"I just wanted to assure you that I love you and want you!" He stressed, suddenly looking insecure, "I hope that last night wasn't just a way to unwind?" Olivia reached up and caressed his face, "it wasn't. I don't unwind bedding men I don't love."

"You don't?"

Shaking her head, she tilted her head to the left, "I love you, Fitz." It was a rare statement coming from Olivia, usually she kept her emotions in check and Fitz was still a married man. It wasn't her place to say words of love to him, but she loved him."

Fitz let go of the breath he had held and relaxed, "thank you, you always seems so willing to let me go." He whispered.

Her face became hard, "it was never willingly or easy decisions, but tough calls to keep you in office."

"In the future let us make the tough calls together, ok?" He said.

"Deal, now let me work or the tough calls may choose for us, and deny us the chance to choose."

He kissed her again before he walked out of the room and into his own office, the oval office.

Half an hour later Olivia rushed into the oval office and showed her draft to Fitz and to the waiting Cyrus. They studied it for some long moments, reading it over and over to find weak spots.

"Good. Very good, Olivia." Cyrus said. "I don't think it will be any better, we have a weak case no matter which words we choose to use. Email it to the networks."

Olivia looked at her watch, "when will Mellie be here?"

Fitz looked quickly at his own watch; "in five minutes."

Cyrus took a deep breath, "let me give you a piece of advice, a piece of device which can determinate the outcome of this situation, don't give Mellie reason to believe you're back together again. She will use it to get sympathy, and don't go public before after the divorce. If you do, less people will relate to the Presidents and feel sympathy for him. We need sympathy, relating and bonding as well. We need all the wronged woman out there to feel that the President share their pain and loss of trust."

"Of course." Olivia assured Cyrus and Fitz nodded in agreement.

"You've to hide your feeling as you did at the campaign."

"I'll start working on the networks," Olivia wanted the five minutes to collect herself before Mellie came into the game, so far they had been able to manipulate the situation into their favor and she wanted it to stay that way.

In her small temporary office she began to call her connections at the networks, they all took her call knowing it was important when she called, and they had better to listen. They had all heard the rumor that she was back in the White House, and was guessing she called about the First Lady, and they wanted to be first with any piece of news about the American baby.

"So this will be my last meeting in the oval room as First Lady! Fitz, you look better rested than usually."

Mellie's voice was heard very clear through the half open door, and instantly, Olivia wanted to hush her down, they wanted to control the how and when the divorce was spread.

Hearing movement in the oval room Olivia listened carefully, she thought she heard Fitz moving from his desk to greet his wife, but she wasn't completely sure until she heard his dulled voice, "I trust the flight was pleasant with all the benefits of the White House?"

"The best part was that I know you'll be paying for the flight with your own money. Oh, it's a tough job to be President."

"Cyrus will you get Olivia?" New movements were heard and Olivia took a deep breath, she had a job to do.