Hey everybody, y'all all right? Things in my little part of the world are great. The weather? Not so great. But we're getting through it. It's also giving me time to sit and write, hence a new chapter. I love that you all enjoyed the last chapter and I know I say this with each update, but thank you all for reading my story, leaving thoughtful reviews and sending funny and heartfelt PMs. I love reading them. You guys are really great!
I also want to address a not so nice PM I received. Look, I like to read a little drama just like the next person, but if you prefer "reality show" style drama, this might not be the story for you. As my grandmother loves to say, "it don't take all that." Seriously, if you're a writer or a fan who likes those type stories, I'm sure there are other Olitz fanfics that meet that criteria. But this version of Olitz is simply learning how to love and be loved. That's it.
In this chapter, our faves are moving right along in their relationship. There's also some fluff. I just hope you all like it. Let me know either way. Thank you all again for taking the time to read AWS and my other stories. I honestly appreciate you.
Happy reading.
TBOT
MASK UP!
Friday night…
The Mayor's Holiday Ball is a premier fundraising gala and major holiday season social soiree, gathering the who's who in the District, benefitting the UNCF. The event included a reception, silent auction, to which Fitz had graciously donated several autographed items, dinner, dancing and a parade of dignitaries. Fitz had also purchased a table as a Marquis Sponsor. The party was usually attended by D.C.'s influential movers and shakers in city and federal government, members of Congress and their staff members, celebrities, athletes and private citizens. It was always a must-attend event, and Olivia had gone every year after she graduated from college.
The ball was for a good cause: helping students pay for their education at historically black colleges. Olivia had invited Lauren, Tracee, Chanel and Renee, who'd all jumped at the chance to attend. The attire was strictly formal and glamorous, long gowns for women and black tie for men. It was definitely a star-studded event, or at least a politically studded event. All the major players were usually there milling about and making sure they were seen by those who counted.
X
Fitz escorted Olivia inside the Grand Hyatt Washington Hotel's crowded lobby. There was a small commotion created by some fans, but members of the hotel's security team, who'd kept a respectful distance, got it under control quickly. After stopping at coat check, they quickly made it into the large ballroom where the party was held every year. The event was being covered by the local media, thanks, in part, to the host, and the other high-profile attendees, including Fitzgerald Grant, which explained the cameras being set up around the room. Several heads turned as the beautiful couple made their way to their table, where Joey, Julian, Lauren, Drew, Tracee, Victor, Chanel, Lincoln, Renee and Malik sat, waiting for their hosts. They'd missed the VIP reception for specially invited guests, and were sure many people noticed, but neither was really up to it.
"Hmm, impressive turnout," Olivia said in mock stage whisper as she walked next Fitz.
"I'm sure all the publicity has brought out the curious as well as the true supporters of the cause."
Olivia smiled up at Fitz. "Don't be so modest babe, some are here because they knew the great Fitzgerald Grant would be attending with me, especially after that interview last week."
Fitz chuckled and guided her to the table where Joey, Julian, his teammates and their wives were seated.
"Good evening, everyone," Olivia said and the couple was immediately swept up in greetings. After everyone had said hello, the ladies "oohed" and "aahed" over Olivia's entire look.
"Ooh, Liv, that dress is fabulous," Joey said.
"It is absolutely gorgeous," Lauren agreed.
"I love the way it flows," Joey added.
"Yeah, the flow is the best part of the dress," Julian mocked, before he received a playful punch in the ribs from his fiancé.
The Wives had done the same thing at the Team's party. Lauren had admitted that sure, they could afford the same high end items Olivia wore, they just couldn't put them together the way she did. They all agreed that Olivia's taste and style were unmatched.
"This is a great turnout," Julian said over the sound of band that had begun to play. All around the room, people, including Eli and Maya Pope, were greeting each other.
"The more the merrier as long as they write those checks" Joey added.
"Now all we need is the arrival of Her Honor, the mayor, and the fun will begin," Olivia observed.
"And the sooner it begins, the sooner it will be over and we can leave," Fitz whispered in her ear. Olivia smiled up at Fitz and he leaned his forehead against hers. The intimate exchange was not missed by anyone sitting at the table, or a few people around the room.
The women continued to talk about fashion, and their favorite television shows, while the guys decided to head to the nearest bar for drinks, until the festivities began.
It wasn't long before a flurry of activity among the press and photographers at the entrance to the ballroom pulled everyone's attention toward the door. The mayor had arrived.
X
An hour later...
Fitz currently sat with one arm around Olivia's shoulder, and the other hand underneath the table, rubbing her bare thigh. He'd asked if her dress had easy access, and he'd received the answer to his question when he saw her in it.
Earlier…
The couple had gotten dressed together at Olivia's condo. Well, Fitz had gotten dressed and sat watching a basketball game, while he waited for Olivia.
When she walked into the living room, and he saw her, they almost didn't make it out of the house. She was absolute perfection. Tonight she wore a Zuhair Murad floor-length, sparkly from head-to-toe, body skimming sequined, cape-sleeve gown in metallic silver with a thigh high slit that revealed plenty of leg, a sweep train and a very low plunging neckline, that left very little to the imagination.
As she walked toward him, the slit showed a flash of leg each time she moved, and the four-inch, shimmery, leather metallic ankle-strap Christian Louboutin sandals she wore. Her only jewelry was two carat, emerald–cut diamond halo earrings and Fitz's bracelet. Her hair had been parted in the center and brushed into a sleek chignon. The focal point of her face was her beautiful doe eyes. She was serving a very dramatic, sultry smoky eye, heavy liner, bold brows and a nude lip.
"Woah, Livvie, you take my breath away," was all Fitz managed to get out as he stood from the sofa. "That dress is magnificent."
Olivia smiled. "You don't think the split and plunging neckline are too much?" she asked, perfecting a slow three-hundred-and sixty degree turn for him.
Fitz slowly shook his head. "No, you look amazing."
"Do I really?" She blushed as she saw the look of hunger in Fitz's eyes. "I mean, I don't want to embarrass myself, or you."
Fitz lightly cradled her face in his large hands. "That isn't possible. You are perfect, and this dress is perfect…and sexy," he whispered.
Olivia smiled at her handsome man. "Thank you."
Fitz had had the same reaction three nights ago when they were preparing to leave his home for the Football Team's holiday dinner party. She'd looked stunning, as usual, in a long-sleeve wide-legged black sequined jumpsuit by Elie Saab, which was belted at the waist and also had a plunging V neckline, flaunting an ample amount of cleavage. It was elegant, yet sultry. At the party, he'd noticed the subtle looks his teammates were giving her and chuckled, secure in the knowledge that she was his, completely. He did, however, scowl for good measure when he caught one teammate staring too long and gave him a warning with his eyes.
Like tonight, her eyes had been the focal point and she wore subtle silver smoky eye, and light fuchsia lip. Her hair was worn in her natural curls which had caused a stir because most of the partygoers didn't recognize her. They'd never seen her hair in its natural state. Fitz couldn't keep his eyes off her the entire evening, and had joked that he was just the guy who'd escorted the beautiful Olivia Pope to the party.
Later that night, he'd also found out what breast lift tape was used for, and had insisted on helping her remove it. He'd poured coconut oil into his palm, rubbed his palms together then kneaded his oil slick hands over her breasts. He then pealed it away with his teeth, slipping his tongue out to lick her nipples as soon as they popped free. He was getting hard just thinking about what that had led too, and hoped he'd get a repeat performance tonight, even though he had a game on Sunday.
"You're looking quite sexy yourself, Grant. You're gorgeous." Olivia's voice brought him back to the present. She stepped back and took him in wearing a Tom Ford custom navy one button single breasted Windsor tuxedo with wide shawl lapels and black satin silk facings, over a crisp white evening shirt with turnback cuffs, and a black bow tie. The ensemble was completed with black Crockett and Jones lace up shoes. His hair had been shaped into a slick, groomed look. He'd added a little product and left it to air dry into its natural curls, and his mustache and connecting beard had been neatly trimmed, and now covered his jaws and the whole chin, neatly.
"Men aren't gorgeous," he countered.
"You are," she said.
"If you say so, I'm not going to argue with you. But I do want to leave right now before I change my mind, and keep you here, in bed, for the rest of the night," he said hoarsely. "Daniel's waiting downstairs."
Olivia nodded, and then walked over to the coat closet. She reached to remove the luxury storage garment bag but Fitz was behind her, unzipping the bag and removing the full-length silver fox fur coat that she'd been gifted from her grandmother, the third Olivia. She didn't wear it often because of the ongoing debate around animal fur, and the anti-fur movement. But the temperature had dropped in D.C. and she needed to stay warm. Fitz assisted her into the coat, then handed her the small clutch that she'd set on the foyer table, and they headed out the door.
X
Olivia and Fitz were sitting at the table alone, while everyone else was up, mingling around the room.
"You've been causing quite a stir in this dress," Fitz whispered close to her ear. "I can't blame anybody for looking though."
Olivia had noticed the looks, some discreet and others outright stares. "They're staring at Fitzgerald "The Golden Arm" Grant. Not too many men can command a room the way you do." She let her gaze roam lazily up and down his body. "Especially when you look like this."
Fitz looked down at his love with desire in his eyes and Olivia had to look away lest she do something right then to embarrass them both. Her breath caught at his touch. He continued to stroke his fingers over her bare thigh, and she moaned low enough so only the two of them could hear. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he inched his way up her thigh, caressing her smooth, warm skin, knowing he couldn't go any further while they were in a room filled with hundreds of people, which only heightened his arousal. As his hand inched higher, her breathing became shallow, as did his, until he was only inches from her lace panties. He bent his head and kissed her hair, inhaling her scent, and she placed her small hand on top of his and squeezed.
They were talking and laughing quietly when she glanced up at the same time Congressman Gregory Aloysius Hill, walked into the room with a woman she assumed was his wife, on his arm.
"Damn," Olivia muttered. She lifted her glass, and took a very long sip. How long had it been since she'd seen him? Not long enough, but she knew he would probably be in attendance tonight, and she wouldn't allow the sight of him to rattle her. Just because their relationship ended, badly, didn't mean he'd dropped off the face of the earth, although she'd prayed very hard that he would. There was no way Greg would miss the opportunity to rub shoulders with the people who'd put him in Congress and who would certainly be helpful in his rumored run for Senate. It wouldn't matter to him if they'd have to see each other again, even after what he'd done to her. Olivia sat as still as the old fury rose up again. It's over, she reminded herself. He'd gotten what he'd wanted from her, and it was over.
Fitz noticed the change in her demeanor, and became concerned. "Are you okay, Livvie?"
She gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine."
He didn't believe her. "Are you sure?"
Olivia nodded, before taking another long sip.
Fitz followed her gaze and then realized what was going on. He watched as Greg Hill walked toward their table, with a woman on his arm, and reluctantly removed his hand from Olivia's thigh as the couple approached.
"Olivia, it's good to see you again," Greg said, giving her his famous campaign smile.
The couple stood to greet the visitors. Fitz knew the truth of what had really happened between Greg and Olivia, and was giving the guy a look that could kill. He squeezed Olivia's hand letting her know that he was right there, and her anger slowly dissipated.
"Greg. It's been a while," Olivia replied dryly.
"Yes it has. I'd like you to meet my wife, Monique." He continued to speak as though he hadn't noticed Olivia's lukewarm greeting. "Monique, Olivia Pope."
"Oh I know who she is," she said smiling effusively at Olivia, and Fitz.
Olivia smiled, stuck out her hand, and the woman shook it. "It's nice to meet to you, Monique. This is Fitz Grant. Fitz this is Greg Hill and his wife, Monique."
Fitz shook both their hands. He was cordial, but the moment was strained. Olivia stared at Greg with a look of satisfaction on her face because she was with the Fitzgerald Grant, while his wife was oblivious to the tension between her husband and his ex-girlfriend.
"Nice to meet you, Fitz," Monique gushed. "I think you two make such a beautiful couple. You're like Harry and Meghan. Royalty."
Olivia chuckled awkwardly at the young woman's comment. "Oh we're nothing like the Duke and Duchess, but thank you, I guess." she said, and looked at Fitz whose face had hardened like stone. He nodded, keeping his eyes trained on Greg.
Greg cleared his throat. "Well Olivia's family does have connections, maybe not quite like the royal family." He let those words hang in the air, and she knew what he meant. She felt Fitz's body tense next to her and touched his arm, assuring him that she was okay.
Olivia returned his fake smile, not missing a beat. "You would know," she deadpanned.
The smile left Greg's face, replaced by a look of regret, but Olivia was unmoved. "You still haven't lost your charm, I see," he said, quickly recovering.
Fitz squeezed Olivia's hand tighter and she knew he was losing his patience with this entire situation. "Did you need something, Greg?" she asked tersely.
Monique Hill looked from her husband to Olivia Pope, wondering what the hell was going on. It was apparent her husband hadn't filled her in on his history with Olivia.
"It was good seeing you again, Olivia," Greg finally said, ignoring the look his wife was giving him.
"Oh, I'm sure. Nice meeting you, Monique." She smiled at the young woman, who was now giving her a confused look.
"You too, Olivia." She turned to Fitz. "Good luck in the playoffs."
"Thank you." Fitz could barely contain his fury as he watched the couple walk away. "You okay?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Would you like another drink? I think I need something a little stronger than sparkling water."
"No, I'm fine." She looked at Fitz's profile, his jaw was clenched tight. "Are you okay?"
"I will be." He leaned over and kissed her cheek before standing and walking in the direction of the nearest bar.
X
Olivia watched as Fitz walked to the bar. He was angry but played it off as he nodded and thanked guests who congratulated him and the Team, along the way. The previous evening, she had finally told him about Greg, because she knew there was a chance he would be attending the ball, and she didn't want Fitz to be caught off guard if their paths crossed. She knew the feeling of being blindsided by one's ex.
Thursday evening…
Fitz and Olivia were unwinding in their favorite room after a delicious dinner prepared by Bert. Fitz stretched out to his full length on the sofa and Olivia lay between his legs. Her head rested on his chest and he cradled her upper body in his arms. They were supposed to be watching television but it played quietly across the room. Fitz gently massaged and rubbed her arms, hands shoulders, any place on her body he could reach. She purred as he lightly kneaded her flesh making her relax, and breathed in deeply and exhaled.
"Babe."
"Hmm?" Fitz answered absently.
"Do you remember when we first met and I told you that I didn't date celebrities, athletes or politician?"
"Of course I do," he said, then leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "But I laid the Grant charm on you and made you change your mind."
Olivia looked up at him and rolled her eyes at the smug look on his face.
"Well I did change your mind," he said, giving her a charming smile.
"Olivia conceded. "Yes, you did." She kissed his chin before turning around and snuggling in his arms, and continuing.
"I told you that I'd dated a politician, but I didn't tell you the entire story."
Olivia felt Fitz stiffen, and looked back at him again. "I need to tell you this. Okay?"
Fitz stared at her and then nodded. She lay back in his arms, and continued the story.
"His name is Gregory Hill."
"The congressman?" Fitz asked, surprised. He'd seen the guy on the news, quite often, and in television ads, and knew that he was known as 'Congressman Eye Candy.'
Olivia nodded. "Yes, the congressman from Maryland."
"You dated him?"
"Fitz, may I finish?"
"Okay, Livvie. I'm sorry. Please continue." He hugged her tighter, urging her on.
Olivia had been attracted to Greg instantly. He was over six feet and fine in all the right ways of sexy. He had a smooth voice, and the sex was the best she'd ever experienced. Not that she'd had many men to compare him to. Greg was her fourth, but what the other three lacked in technique they made up for in how they treated her, which was with respect, and didn't make her regret ever laying eyes on them. Gregory Hill was a different story. She regretted the day she ever met him.
"I had never really been in a serious relationship until I met Greg. We met at a party during the annual Congressional Black Congress Conference. He was an up and coming attorney in the Maryland attorney general's office, and was very ambitious. We hit it off immediately, and after only a week, I thought he was the one. My parents loved him, especially my father. He found him to be competent and charismatic, great qualities for a son-in-law, and when he expressed interest in running for a House seat, Daddy was excited to help him get elected. He knew how important it was that Greg surround himself with people of influence, and wanted to help him achieve his goals."
Eli Pope had powerful and influential friends in D.C., Virginia and Maryland political circles, and had worked with several of the D.C.'s mayors. He was also considered a political behind-the-scenes player and viewed as a king-maker, and was one of the first to support the first Black president, long before he threw his hat into the ring. So when his beloved baby girl's boyfriend came to him seeking support for his congressional campaign, Eli went all in.
"I wasn't happy, to say the least. The campaign meant we didn't get to spend a lot of time together, but thankfully, I wasn't expected to make appearances with him. I guarded my privacy, and kept a very low profile. He didn't seem to mind. Then again, Greg was always selfish, always more concerned about himself than he was with anything that had to do with me."
When Greg met Olivia, he knew she was everything he'd ever desired in a woman. She was ambitious and intelligent, she was competitive, and most importantly, she had the right connections.
"Gregory professed his love for me, and I opened my heart to him, only to find out that he used my feelings for him to gain access to all the right circles and people, including my daddy, and win supporters for his run for Congress. Once he was elected to office, he dumped me. I was humiliated, embarrassed and hurt, and I told my family that I'd ended it, instead of the truth."
She sniffed and that's when Fitz realized she was crying.
"Livvie, you don't have to tell me any of this if it's going to upset you."
She shook her head. "No, I need to tell you."
Fitz kissed her temple. "Okay."He wanted to punch someone, preferably 'Congressman Eye Candy.'
"I was devastated, obviously. He actually admitted that he was only dating me because of what my father could do for his career. Can you believe that? I'd never had self-esteem issues, but what he did to me hit below the belt, and I felt incredibly insecure."
Fitz tried to hug her even closer. It broke his heart that his Livvie had been made to feel anything less than her brilliant, confident self. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, babe."
"Thank you. When I met you, that relationship had been over for almost three years, but I was still wary of men, especially those who tried to impress me."
Olivia looked at Fitz and chuckled, thinking about their first meeting, so did he.
"I just assumed that men like you wanted something from me; a political favor, introduction to my father, money, casual sex, whatever. I was also afraid of being vulnerable with a man again, especially one that I felt an instant attraction to. You scared the shit out of me, mister."
They both laughed.
"I know I came on a little strong, but scaring you was never my intent, Livvie," Fitz said.
"I know. I didn't trust myself to not get lost in you the way I did with Greg, because that had ended up being a terrible, terrible mistake. We'd dated for almost a year before I told him I loved him, and when he finally did say those three words to me, things changed. He started getting weird about things, telling me I was being dramatic and emotional, and eventually, he just stopped caring about my feelings altogether. I should've known then that something was wrong."
Fitz leaned down and kissed her head, encouraging her to continue.
"Then you came along and forced your way into my life, even after I'd convince myself that I didn't have room for a relationship," she lifted his hand and kissed his fingers, and then squeezed it. "I took a big risk with you, but I soon found out that you were a man with your own, and didn't need me, or my father's influence to further your own goals. You clearly had no political aspirations, and had your own money and a career. Most of all, you loved me for me."
Fitz had always known that something had happened in Olivia's past, and that it likely involved a man. It explained why she didn't trust him in the beginning. She had experienced the ultimate betrayal and deceit at the hands of someone she loved; someone she thought loved her.
"Joey never cared for Greg, which should have been my first clue. She always said that he was a dick and didn't deserve her best friend."
Fitz chuckled, and Olivia felt the vibrations of his chest on her back. It was oddly comforting. He hugged her closer to his big body.
"We actually went out on a double date once, and it was a disaster. Joey and Greg ended up in a screaming match. After that, I couldn't mention anything to one about the other. I couldn't even say their names. It was hard to have a best friend and a boyfriend who didn't get along, who hated each other. But Jo was there for me when he ended it."
Two years ago…
"Liv, where are you?" Joey called as she closed Olivia's front door.
Olivia groaned at the sound of Joey's voice. Emergencies. That is why they'd exchanged keys. But there was no emergency. She was sure of that.
Joey walked over to the sofa where her best friend lay. "Girl, I've been texting and calling you. I called your office and Robin told me that you'd called in sick the past two days. Is this about Greg Hill?" Olivia didn't answer the question. "Let me guess, you broke up. Liv, it's not the end of the world," she continued, not giving Olivia a chance to answer. "Hell I think he did you a favor." She wasn't going to sugarcoat or pretend to be sad for something she was glad was over. Even if her best friend was lying on her sofa, upset and crying.
Olivia finally spoke. "Get out."
"Nope. Now get your ass up because you are better than this. Don't allow that man to turn you into THIS. You will not fall to pieces over that man. You hear me, Olivia Pope? You are going to get up and shower, and I'm taking you out for dinner and drinks, because apparently you need it."
"I feel so stupid, Jo. I believed everything he said to me," Olivia sniffed, her back to still Joey.
"You put your trust in the wrong man, girlfriend. But let's be honest, he wasn't shit in the first place."
Olivia finally rolled over onto her back, looking up at her bestie.
"That's just it, Jo. I'm a prosecutor. I'm smart and quick on my feet. I can convince twelve people of a defendant's guilt, unanimously, by trusting my instincts. In every other aspect of my life, I've got it together. But I can't trust my instincts in my personal life, especially when it comes to men."
Joey sighed. "Liv, one bad relationship will not ruin you for other men."
Olivia nodded because Joey was right. "I know. But I still can't believe he used me."
"Things with you and that asshole Gregory Hill were doomed from day one. You made a bad call and he dropped you when he got what he wanted."
"Clearly I know this now, and I don't need your reminders or judgment. It still hurts."
"I'm sure it does. Now move, let's go. You need some fresh air. I'm not playing with you."
"I don't want to, Jo. Will you just go home and leave me to my sulking?"
"No, I will not. Now go," she said, pointing to Olivia's bedroom.
Finally, Olivia stood from the sofa and stomped all the way across the living room like a child and into her bedroom, closing the door.
By the time she'd showered, dressed and her hair had been washed and conditioned, and left to air dry, she felt a lot better. As much as she hated Joey interrupting her pity party, she was glad that she was forcing her to get out of the house.
Almost four hours later, after several drinks and her first meal in two days, Olivia left the restaurant still regretting the day she ever laid eyes on Gregory Hill, but determined to move on. And no matter how many times Joey told her that there was a good man out there for her, who wanted what she wanted, if she was willing to give it a try, she vowed to never let a man get that close to her ever again.
It would be almost three years before she would let go of her doubts and fears, let her guard down, allow her heart to be vulnerable again, and give another man a chance. And in the end, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III turned out to be well worth the risk.
Current…
"Joey can't stand the sight of him," she glanced at him briefly. "She was right about you, though."
Fitz gave her that grin. "Joey was always on my side. And it's good to know I'm not the only one who doesn't like him."
"Fitz how can you not like him? You don't even know him."
"I know enough, and the fact that he was too stupid to treat you the way you deserve is reason enough. There was a time when I would have had a long talk with him…with my fists."
"That is exactly why I never said anything to my father, or J, about what really happened. They would have confronted him, and risked their careers. I didn't want that to happen."
"I wouldn't blame them if they did. He's a real piece of shit and deserves to have his ass kicked."
Olivia laughed, shaking her head, but Fitz's expression remained serious. "You know I'm right, Livvie."
She nodded. "Yes, I do. Which makes it that much more amusing. I appreciate your chivalrous offer but I'm a big girl, Fitz."
He shrugged, looking down into her beautiful face. "It's not about me being chivalrous. It's about me kicking his ass for what he did to you, and for being stupid. And any man that has a woman like you and isn't smart enough to treat her right deserves to have his ass handed to him."
Olivia took his chin between her index finger and thumb, and looked directly into his eyes. "Agreed, babe, but I don't think it's necessary."
"If you say so," he said, turning her over in his arms, so she was facing him. There was a serious look on his face. "I'm so sorry he hurt you that way, Livvie."
"I'm over it."
Fitz nodded. "He made it nearly impossible for you to give your heart and trust to another man. He created the problems that almost kept us apart."
Olivia knew he was right. "But we got past them," she said, caressing his cheek.
"Thank you for telling me, Livvie."
"Thank you, for not giving up on me."
X
Olivia sat watching Fitz, Julian, Victor, Lincoln, the mayor's husband, and a few other men, including Greg, talking. She didn't doubt that they were talking about sports, specifically football. She could hear Joey and Tracee talking next to her, and tried to keep up with the conversation, but her attention was on the group of men across the room. Eventually they left, one by one, finally leaving Fitz alone with Greg. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She knew Fitz would never put his hand on Greg causing a scene, but she also knew that Greg wasn't above provoking him, especially if he thought being attacked by Fitzgerald Grant would somehow help his Senate campaign.
But she'd worried for nothing. They stood talking for a few minutes before Fitz left Greg standing alone and went to join Olivia at their table.
X
"I hope that smile is for me," Fitz said, taking the seat next to her.
"What was that about?" Olivia asked, angling her chin toward Greg. "What did you say to him?"
"What needed to be said," was his only answer.
"Fitz, what does that even mean?"
"It means he knows how I feel about him, and what he did to you."
"You didn't?"
Fitz nodded. "I did." He grinned at her and ran his hand up her thigh. "And after I had a few choice words for him. Greg asked me to treat you better than he ever did, and to tell you that he's very sorry for everything. He said he hurt you, was a real bastard to you, that he used you for your connections, and that you didn't deserve any of it."
Olivia sat stunned. "Greg said that?"
Fitz nodded. "He figured you'd told me what happened between the two of you, and sent a message to you through me."
"Coward. He couldn't tell me to my face when he was over here grinning in it, with his wife standing next to him." Olivia had felt sorry for Monique Hill. She'd caught the young woman eyeing her warily, probably trying to figure out what had happened between her husband and Olivia Pope. Poor thing.
Fitz laughed.
"Oh, and he congratulated me on the season I'm having."
Olivia leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I thought I loved Greg, but the moment you cockily introduced yourself to me in your home, you opened my heart to love again. To real love. Thank you, Fitz."
Fitz chuckled and nodded. "You're definitely welcome, Livvie. I love you."
"I love you, too, babe."
X
After the speeches, recognition of sponsors and special guests, including Fitz, and once dinner was finished, the band started up again. Several couples, including Fitz and Olivia, found their way to the dance floor. Earlier, Fitz had graciously given a brief interview to the press and posed for a round of photographs so they'd leave them alone the rest of the evening, and he and Olivia wouldn't be disturbed. Of course it didn't stop the looks that they'd received when they'd, arrived and had continued throughout the evening. Wherever they went in the ballroom, people stared. Eli and Maya Pope took it upon themselves to introduce their daughter's boyfriend to their friends and colleagues, and also kept eager fans away so the couple could enjoy themselves.
Fitz grabbed Olivia's waist and guided her toward the dance floor. Once he had her in his arms, he pulled her close to him and held her tight. They swayed to the ballad the band played, and he sighed, loving the way she felt in his arms.
Glancing around, he noticed that there were quite a few men looking at her. "Livvie, look around you, all the men in this ballroom are staring at you."
Olivia briefly looked around the room, and then back at Fitz. "Yeah, well, I'm with you."
He kissed her forehead, pulling her closer. "You are so damn sexy in this dress, and it's making it hard not to bail on this event early. I mean we've made it through the important part of the program. What else is there?"
"Fitz, we can't leave our friends. They're all having a good time." Olivia nodded to Lauren and Drew hugged up on the dance floor."
Fitz frowned, shaking his head. "They're adults, Livvie, they don't need us to babysit them."
"Fitz, I'm serious."
He chuckled. "So am I, Livvie." He held her chin and lowered his mouth to meet hers for a brief kiss. "Okay. We stay for one more hour," he conceded.
He pushed forward at the same time she moved closer, and he knew she could feel what she was doing to him. Olivia's response was to tighten her arms around his back.
"You're on, Mr. Grant. One hour and we're gone, because I want nothing more than to get you out of this tux."
"One hour. And then I'm all yours to do with as you please, as often as you please. One hour, and we can get out of here, so that we can start doing."
Olivia kissed his chin. "Then let the countdown begin."
X
An hour later, after quickly saying their goodbyes, the couple was in the backseat of the black SUV, on their way to Olivia's condo.
Fitz removed his bow tie, wrapped it around Olivia's wrist, and whispered in her ear.
"I might find another use for this tonight."
Olivia blushed and glanced up at him. "Are you threatening to tie me up, Mr. Grant?"
He felt his dick get hard hearing the words leave her mouth. He'd been fantasizing about it, but hadn't brought it up. It was probably one of the few things they hadn't tried.
"Well if you're okay with it, then yeah."
She smiled. "I might be okay with that, we can talk about it when we get home." Her cheeks warmed at the thought of Fitz's suggestion.
Fitz nodded, lowered the partition and spoke. "Daniel, can you drive a little faster, please?" while an embarrassed Olivia leaned her forehead against his shoulder, and laughed at her amorous boyfriend.
X
Christmas was fast approaching, and the Team had two regular season games left. They were away at Dallas the day after Christmas, and their final game was Thursday, at home against Tampa Bay. Olivia spent the week leading up to Christmas in Great Falls with Fitz, and worked from home. They'd been inseparable since the mayor's ball.
After a close game, the Football Team had defeated the Rams the previous Sunday, they were now sixteen and one, and Fitz had all but wrapped up league MVP. Olivia had been concerned because they'd spent all Friday night and early Saturday morning in bed making love, and she felt that Fitz's focus needed to still be on the game. When she saw the way he'd played Sunday, she cut him off, telling him that she was not going to be his Delilah, which had sent Fitz into a fit of laughter. She'd also made plans to stay at her condo. Of course Fitz thought she was joking at first. But then he'd asked her to stay at his home, and convinced her that he could keep his hands to himself.
So far, he'd been a man of his word, although his adrenaline was so high most of the time, he could have torn down a building with his bare hands.
Fitz left before dawn each morning to train and attend functions for the Team. He was usually gone all day and came home exhausted. Bert prepared dinner and they ate together every night. They spent their evenings together, while their days were for their respective jobs. They'd also fulfilled Wives Club and Team events. There was a Christmas party at Children's Hospital, and toy and food drives for families in need. They also went into the city and had dinner with T.C. before she left for New York to spend Christmas break with the Grant family, and they hung out with Joey and Julian, who were in the middle of wedding planning.
X
Early Christmas morning…
Olivia felt fingers gently rubbing the top of her head, then a soft kiss, and she snuggled closer to Fitz's hard, pajama clad body. They'd both been sleeping in pajamas all week so they wouldn't entice each other. Of course he'd tried it last night when they'd returned home. They'd spent Christmas Eve at Olivia's parent's home in D.C. She had planned to remain in the city, since Fitz and the Team would be leaving for Dallas later on Christmas Day. But he'd begged her to come back to Great Falls with him, and she reluctantly gave in. They'd showered…separately, and when she crawled into bed with him, he cradled her in the crook of his arm, and kissed the top of her head.
Olivia knew where it was going. Fitz always started with snuggling and cuddling, then kissing and rubbing, and then once the fire got started between them, there was only one way to put it out. She'd congratulated herself on being able to only sleep in the same bed with Fitz, but his nearness, his large presence, and his scent were turning her on. And despite the fact that they'd slept next to each other for the past few nights, he'd been a gentleman and hadn't tried to initiate anything, though she'd fought not to lose herself in the lustful looks he'd given her.
He kissed the top of her head and then moved to the back of her neck before Olivia quickly moved away from him and sat up against the pillows.
"Fitz, we agreed. No sex before Sunday's game."
Fitz lay on his back and sighed, before turning to look at Olivia. "You're right, we did. I'm sorry, Livvie, I guess I got carried away."
"It's okay, honestly, because it's definitely what I want," Olivia said, matter of fact, looking into his eyes. "But we can't, Fitz, not tonight."
"I know. But we can still lie together. He reached out and pulled Olivia back into his arms. She lay with her head on his chest, her fingers splayed across his stomach, and a leg draped over his.
"This is much better." He said, his hand stroking her back. "Are you okay? Livvie?"
"Yes," she murmured, drowsily as she gradually fell asleep.
Fitz closed his eyes, savoring the contentment he always felt when she was in his arms, and he soon joined her in deep slumber.
"Wake-up." Fitz whispered in Olivia's ear. "It's almost seven, and Christmas Day."
"Fitz," she whined. "It's too early, and it's cold. Is the heat on?" She felt him move around, probably adjusting the thermostat from his phone, and a short moment later he leaned down and kissed her hair, the only part of her that was visible.
"Merry Christmas, Livvie."
She mumbled and tried to bury herself further under the covers.
"Come on, Livvie. It's Christmas, and your favorite day. You can't sleep late on Christmas. What are you going to do when our children wake us up before dawn on Christmas morning, excited to see what Santa brought them?"
The mention of them having children had the desired effect, and Olivia finally poked her head from underneath the cover with a huge grin on her face. She leaned over and pecked his lips. She loved that they talked more about marriage and children as if it would happen sooner rather than later. It all seem so, so, normal.
"Plus I want to give you your gift."
The smile left face, replaced by a small frown of displeasure. "Fitz we said we weren't going to exchange gifts."
Fitz straddled Olivia's body, bracing his weight on his arms, and grinning down at her. "I know, but I couldn't help myself. Now come on, I made breakfast, and I want to spend some time with you before I have to leave for Ashburn."
"Okay."
"Yes!" he said, causing Olivia to break out in a fit laughter. Fitz kissed her lips and moved from her body.
Olivia threw the duvet aside and sat up in bed, watching as Fitz hurriedly left the bedroom. Standing, she made her way to the bathroom. After completing her morning routine, she returned to the bedroom, and found Fitz sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs. There were also two breakfast trays on the bench at the foot of the bed. He smiled at her.
Smiling back she walked over to him and stood between his parted legs. "Merry Christmas, babe." She leaned down and kissed his nose. "Sorry I was a little grouchy earlier."
"It's okay. It is early." He stood from the chair and took her hand, leading her back to the large bed. She climbed in and settled against the pillows while Fitz reached for one of the trays, and placed it across her lap, before joining her with his own.
"I would've never guessed that you would be like a kid on Christmas morning," she said as she watched him get comfortable.
"Well I'm nothing like you, but I like Christmas and like to have my home decorated." Fitz's home was tastefully and beautifully decorated. Like Julian, he'd had it professionally done. Once he and Olivia were married, that would definitely change.
Olivia chuckled. "You got me there. She picked up the mug of steeping tea from the tray and took a sip.
"Well I do, and this is the first time in a long time, I get to spend the day with someone I love and someone who makes me very happy. Most Christmases I'm focused on the Team, the next game or the one we just played in. I rarely get a chance to celebrate."
Fitz reached over and removed the silver cover from her plate.
"Aww, Fitz, thank you." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He'd prepared her favorite: Eggs Benedict with spinach and cheese, and turkey bacon. This man was the best boyfriend she'd ever had. "Why are you so sweet?"
Fitz quickly took a few bites of his own egg white omelet and fruit before smiling at her.
"I've been called many things but I don't think I've ever been called 'sweet.'"
"Well you are." She took another sip of tea, and then looked at him. Her heart was so full. "You know, babe, I thought that once the season started, I wouldn't get to spend much time with you. I mean, you said that things would get crazy and let's face it, we've been tested, but I don't feel neglected at all."
Fitz wiped his mouth before responding. "That's because we met at the right time, and I know myself. When I need to practice, workout or study film, I will. Right now, I just want to spend as much time with you as I can today. I don't like having to leave you later. Not on Christmas Day."
"But you'll be back tomorrow night, and I'll be right here waiting."
"You know I like that." He looked at her. "You, in my home, in my bed, waiting for me."
She nodded. "Yes, I do."
They continued to eat and talk, and when they finished, Fitz gathered their trays and took them downstairs. When he returned, Olivia was sitting in the middle of the bed holding a wrapped gift.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
"Livvie, what happened to no gifts?"
She grinned at him. "I know, but I couldn't help myself, either. Open it."
Fitz took the box from her hand, and took a seat on the side of the bed. Olivia scooted up behind him on her knees and wrapped her arms around him, her chest pressed against his back. She rested her head on his shoulder as he ripped off the paper. When he saw the box, he began shaking his head.
"Livvie," he said barely above a whisper. "You didn't."
"Yes, Fitz, I did."
Fitz opened the box and let out the breath he was holding. Inside was an Omega Speedmaster Professional, also known as the Moonwatch because it had been worn by one of the first men to land on the moon, and also a collectors dream. Fitz had mentioned it in passing and she'd begun searching for one. She'd finally bought it at auction.
"Do you like it?"
At a loss for words, Fitz could only nod.
"I know you collect them and when I found it, I wanted you to have it." She knew that Fitz could buy anything he wanted, and for whatever reason he hadn't bought the watch for himself. So she made it her mission to find it for him.
He was still too stunned to speak.
"Read the inscription, babe."
Fitz removed the watch from the box and read her words out loud.
I choose you every time…always and forever.
I love you, Livvie
"Livvie," he said, looking over his shoulder. Taking her hand in his, Fitz pulled her around his large body and onto his lap. He kissed her tears and then her lips. "This is so thoughtful. Thank you, baby. I love you so much."
Olivia smiled through her tears. "I love you too."
She watched as he placed the vintage timepiece on his wrist and snapped into place. It was a perfect fit.
"This was definitely an unexpected gift. I'm glad I didn't listen, and bought you something too." He grinned at her and kissed her nose before lifting her from his lap and placing her on the bed next to him. He quickly stood and walked to his closet. He returned with a large wrapped package, and leaned it against a chair.
"Fitz, what did you do?" She eyed him.
"I bought you a gift, now open it."
She stood and walked over to the chair and quickly ripped away the wrapping paper. Next she removed the bubble wrap, and then the plastic. Finally, she removed the cardboard and the picture was revealed.
"Fitz! Oh my God! When? How? I've been looking for this for at least a year."
"I know." He stood with his arms across his solid chest and a big smile on his face. Nothing made him happier than seeing her so happy.
This was a Clementine Hunter painting named 'The Courtroom.' Olivia owned one other painting by the self-taught folk artist, who documented Black southern life in the Cane River Creole community of Louisiana. She'd become obsessed when she saw her work hanging in Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture.
"I don't believe it!" Olivia turned and jumped into his arms. Fitz caught her and held her tight against his body. His deep laughter filled the room as she peppered his face with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Lowering herself from his arms, Olivia turned and stared again at the painting. "I can't believe this."
"Believe it, Livvie. Here's the Certificate of Authenticity." He handed her a white envelope.
Olivia took the envelope and removed its contents, while Fitz watched. After reading the certificate and the other paperwork, she walked into his arms. Fitz hugged her tightly while silently thanking God he'd found the love of his life, the one woman who completed him.
X
Fitz and Olivia spent the rest of their time together cuddled in bed talking and making plans. They'd both spoken with their families, and Olivia finally got a chance to speak with Wyatt Grant, who couldn't wait to meet her, and introduce her to his partner when he returned to the U.S. in the spring. She liked him immediately and looked forward to seeing him.
They left the bed to prepare lunch together, and returned to bed. Fitz had pulled her onto his chest, so he could look into her eyes.
"You okay?" he asked and raised his head for a kiss.
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Fitz, your focus needs to be on the game tomorrow, not what's going on with me."
"Livvie, whatever's going on in that beautiful head of yours, concerns me," he said calmly, "so we're going to talk about it…whatever it is."
Olivia looked at him, knowing he could see right through her, and he wasn't going to let it go. Sighing, she rolled off his chest and lay next to him so they were facing each other.
"You know I have wanted nothing more than to be a lawyer since I was a little girl watching my daddy. I just knew one day I would be a lawyer, and I would make him proud. I've always loved my chosen career, and couldn't imagine doing anything else."
"But?" Fitz asked.
"After my last trial, I just don't think my heart's in it anymore. The burnout and the stress are finally catching up with me, and with each passing day, I wonder if this is what I want, or have I become what I thought everyone expected of me."
She smiled at the incredulous expression on Fitz's face. He was shocked. This was not what he expected her to say.
"Yes, I really mean it."
This was definitely a new Olivia Pope. She was more laid back and composed, two qualities that had never really been a part of her DNA. But having the calm and handsome Fitzgerald Grant as a boyfriend, and lover, seemed to bring out a side of her no one knew existed.
"You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?"
Olivia nodded. "I still love being a lawyer, but I don't think I would miss the heaviness or the callous and cruel attitudes of some of the defendants I prosecute. I have options and I've had conversations about a few new and exciting opportunities. Some are very interesting. One I'd never considered."
"If you decide to step away, when do you think it will happen?"
"I'm not sure. I've always worked through the holidays but this is the first year that I've scaled back, and it feels great. Your last game of the regular season is next week, as well as the Team's New Year's Eve party, and I'm looking forward to both. I am very happy."
Fitz grinned at her. "I'm glad you're happy."
"I think I want to take some time off while you guys are making your playoff run. I'll talk with Marc next week, and decide the best course of action. I can't just leave without closing the open cases sitting on my desk."
"Livvie, are you sure about this? I mean, you're a brilliant lawyer, and I know that whatever you choose to do next, you will be successful."
"There was a time when going toe to toe with defense lawyers and public defenders, and trying a case were the most important things to me, all in the name of chasing my career. But things have changed, and so have my priorities. So, yes, I'm sure." She kissed his lips. "I'm as sure as my love is for you, babe."
"As always, just know I will support you and whatever you decide to do next. I just want you to stay happy. And if that means a new direction in your career, I am here to help in any way I can."
"Thank you, Fitz."
"Anytime, you know that."
X
The couple finally left the bed because Fitz had to prepare to leave. They showered…separately, again, before getting dressed. Olivia was headed to her parent's and her grandparent's homes for a little while before going home to her condo. She had a lot of work and thinking to do.
"This has been an amazing Christmas, Livvie." He held her in his arms.
Olivia grinned up at him. "It really has. And I don't want our time together to end. But I know you have a job to do."
"You're still watching the game with your parents, Joey and J?"
"Yes. Daddy's already started on the gumbo. And don't worry, he won't forget to put some of it aside for you."
Fitz grinned. "Your father loves me."
Olivia kissed his chin. "He does, and so do I." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back to look at him. "You are going to kick some Dallas ass tomorrow, mister."
He laughed. "I like the way you believe in me."
"Always, babe." She kissed him deeply, until she could feel the beginning of an erection and stepped back. "We should go before we get into trouble."
Fitz laughed lowly, huskily. "You're right. I need to get this head," he said pointing at his temple, "in the game."
Olivia laughed, shaking her head. She watched him as he lifted his leather bag, and then reached for her hand. Together they descended the stairs on their way to the garage.
"Call me on your drive."
Olivia nodded as he opened her car door. She silently slid behind the wheel, started the engine and backed out of the garage. Fitz watched her until her car disappeared then climbed into the Cayenne for the drive to the Team facilities in Ashburn. He had a game to win. As he backed the SUV out of the garage, his phone rang and he smiled.
"Hi."