AN: hello beautiful people! i hope you enjoy this dirty little update. s/o to Ash (olitz613) for being the reason this update exists at all and giving me about 100 percent of the ideas for this chapter. So if you enjoy it, send her all the love, and if you hate it, keep it to yourself ;) xx This is part 1 of 3! Enjoy! (Also, we are imagining Julia as Rachel Hilson, if you need a visual)
"Thanks again, Julia," Fitz calls out through the open front door, propped ajar with foot as he tucks Liv into his side. He breathes in the smell of her lingering perfume, still present even after a long date night has passed.
"My pleasure! Teddy was as good as ever," the young woman confirms, tucking a strand of loose curls away, behind her ear as she edges to the end of the porch. Her cute button nose crinkles as she smiles. "He makes my job easy!"
Her voice is cheery and bubbly, just as sweet and innocent as she is. It hadn't been easy finding a babysitter that they could trust, but it also wasn't as though they had many people in their corner that deserved said trust when it came to his kids. Well, beyond Secret Service agents, who needless to say, are not adept at child minding.
So, they had stumbled upon Julia, a Georgetown undergrad with impeccable grades, trustworthy references, and a kind smile. It was an easy fit and after their first evening away, Teddy had already taken a liking to her. And because of that—and their frequent need for a babysitter with all of the Institute functions and events and date nights that they have—she had become a permanent fixture in the Pope-Grant household.
"That boy loves you just about as much as we do. Same time next week?" Liv asks, smiling softly as she watches Julia bumble across their front porch and start down the stone stairs.
"I'll be here!"
And as her chipper tone rings through the crisp night air, she spins her body halfway around, subsequently knocking into the side of the handrail, catching her right ankle between the wrought iron bars, and tripping the remaining two steps.
Her ankle wrenches to the side, but before she can even let out a surprised squeak, Fitz is there, scooping her up off the ground and helping her upright.
"Woah…you're good…you're okay," he reassures, more to himself than to her, his heart rate elevated from the sudden excitement.
His hands rest low on her waist to steady her, and immediately he can sense that she's not going to stay upright without his support. At the same time he hears her hiss through her teeth, Liv catches sight of her face, obviously in pain.
"Oh honey," Liv murmurs, already rushing up in front of her, counteracting Fitz who's still behind. "You okay?"
The question is almost as embarrassing as this whole situation because it brings her back to reality. She tries futilely to put some weight on her right ankle but it's no use—every time she steps, a twinge of pain shoots up her leg.
"I—"
She tries to start and say she's okay, and she can just take some ibuprofen at home, but even the thought of hobbling to her car sounds awful. So, against her better judgment, she takes their kindness, grabbing hold of Liv's hands and fighting off the blush she senses creeping up as Fitz tightens his grip around her hips.
"C'mon. Yep–just like that—one step at a time…I'm no doctor, but I think it already looks swollen," Liv comments, assessing the state of the babysitter's ankle. Her rich brown skin doesn't have anything too obviously out of sorts—no blood or obvious bruising yet—though it does seem to be expanding somewhat rapidly.
Fitz helps lower her down into the armchair, sinking to his knees and finding a pillow and ottoman to help prop her foot up on.
"God. I'm so clumsy… I'm so sorry, you guys. Ugh I'm so embarrassed…"
"Hush," Liv playfully chides, already rolling up the bottom of Julia's joggers and placing the retrieved ice pack against her skin. "Pretty girls like you don't have to worry about silly things like being embarrassed."
Julia sucks in a sharp breath, her belly clenching at Liv's subtle praising of her while tensing as the pain throbs. "Fuck–"
"Ooh, okay I see. Didn't realize you were a pretty girl with such a dirty mouth…" Liv teases, holding the bag of ice for her. "It's always the innocent ones…"
She's not drunk, per say. Okay, well, she's not quite sober either, after a few too many drinks at dinner, and it loosens her tongue. It makes her feel cute and flirty and…
Okay, maybe she shouldn't be…
Fuck, but she's always thought Julia was…
Okay, shit… hold the ice pack… that's all she's doing right now.
"Sorry," Julia apologizes, sheepishly, and if Olivia is honest with herself, she notices a slight shift in her breathing, evidence of her pulse beginning to race.
"Olivia…" Fitz warns from across the room. He already knows too well where her head is at.
"Fiiiitzz," Liv slurs against his mouth. "You wanna fuck as sooon as we get home?"
It's shameless, how she's already halfway in his lap, her hand already halfway down his pants.
"Neeed you to—fuck… want you inside me…"
Fitz chuckles into her kiss. "Baby… goddamn, you're so drunk… I promise, as soon as Julia's gone, I'll take you to bed…"
Liv sighs and then moans. "You know what would be an even better idea?"
"Sweetheart, I'm going to stop you right there because you're wasted, and that's not happening."
"Fuck—but it's on my list and your list…"
"I know that…"
"..."
"You're not actually serious. You'd want to with… you would want…"
"Are you saying that you wouldn't want to, mister?"
She's being silly and horny, and as she gropes him through his pants again, she laughs against his neck.
"Your dick is telling me something very different…"
Tutting, he brushes her hand away from him. "I'm fucking hard because you're trying to strip me, and you've got your hands all over me, and you're hot."
But she isn't having it. Liv shakes her head and kisses him again. Between presses of her tongue, she teases him. "You're telling me that you don't want to see what's under her shirt… I bet she has cute little nipples… you don't want to watch me eat her out… you don't want to watch us make out on our knees for you…"
By the time his earlobe is trapped between her teeth, his resolve is beyond withered away.
"God dammit woman—yes, of course—that sounds fucking….fuck…" The images she's provided alone are stimulating enough to make him rock solid and on the verge of coming in his pants. He bats her hand away once again and groans. "But… we are not propositioning her. Not unless it feels right and we are sober and she seems into it."
And true to his word, they hadn't mentioned it really since that conversation. Liv was drunk, but not drunk enough for either of them to forget what she had said.
And now, she's adequately tipsy, her fingertips resting against Julia's leg, and Fitz has warned her to cool it down, because if he's honest, he can read the tension between them from a mile away. The way Julia's eyes dart down, the way Olivia's linger a little too long.
Luckily, she hasn't had too much alcohol to defy Fitz, yet, so she backs herself away and turns toward the kitchen to fetch some water and pain reliever.
"Here, take this. It'll keep the swelling down." She drops the little pills into her palm and hands over the water glass, watching as Julia's lips curve around the cup, gulping down the medicine and all of the water.
When she passes the empty vessel back to Liv, she smiles, thanks her, and then groans. "Oh my god, fuck—ouch."
"Ooh. I'm so sorry… We can take you to the ER if you'd like," Fitz offers, plopping down on the adjacent couch and spreading himself to take up as much room as possible.
"No, no. I'd rather not have the bill if it's just sprained. Thank you, though."
Liv looks between the two of them, and then across the kitchen to their bar cart, eyeing the new bottle of bourbon taunting her. "How about something a little stronger? To take the edge off?"
"Liv!" Fiz laughs jovially. "You are such a bad influence. Are you even legal, Julia?"
"Oh, shut up, mister. She's totally legal, right, Jules?"
"Yes, I am… twenty-two, to be exact. But only for one more week," Julia giggles despite herself, grinning and accepting the lowball glass that Liv is already extending to her and holding it steady for Liv to pour a generous amount into.
Fitz's lips spread into a smile. "Your birthday's next week?"
"Yeah, next Friday. You're not gonna make me drink alone, right?"
"Wouldn't dream of it…"
Liv grabs an additional two glasses, pours herself and Fitz a drink, and totes them back into the living room before lowering herself down into Fitz's lap and handing him his.
"Thank you, pretty girl," he sighs, accepting the kiss she offers him. His eyebrows raise in surprise as the suspected peck lingers, and he feels her prying his lips apart and offering him her tongue. His free hand not holding his glass pinches her thigh, reprimanding her little act of dubiousness.
For thirty minutes, they let themselves chat amiably and empty their drinks and after Olivia has re-filled Julia's cup twice, she senses that they are all on a similar scale of inebriation.
"I can't believe you let him get away with that," Liv cackles, leaning her body toward Julia, enthralled with her stories of past romances gone by.
"I mean, what was I supposed to do? He was already finished and out the door, and I'm just sitting there with jizz in my hand."
She tosses her head back, enjoying how woozy and light she feels and how much her foot seems to not be hurting. It feels hot sharing stories about her sex life with these two powerhouses, some 25 and 40 years her senior, because they are both just sitting across from her, listening, running their hands along each other's bodies, and watching her.
She may be imagining things, but she could have sworn when the word jizz left her mouth, she could hear the faintest growl, deep and low, emanate from across the room.
"I swear, some men have no class," Liv sighs. "He obviously didn't deserve you. I mean, of course, you could make him cum easily, but I can't fathom why he wouldn't want to stick around and reciprocate. Don't you agree, Fitz?"
Shifting her ass back on his lap, she feels his erection stirring against her. Half of her wants to keep grinding on top of him, the other half wants to move off of him…to let the younger girl see how she's affecting her fiancé.
Fitz hums and sputters a bit, trying to make a logical thought exit his mouth but alas he settles on, "I…uh—I don't understand that either."
Julia blushes, her gaze returning to her cup, now empty again. "Eh—it's fine. It's not like I've had a ton of experience… I'm sure guys don't want to be with the girl who doesn't know what she's doing."
"I'm not sure what guys you're hanging around then…"
The words tumble from his mouth before he can even consider stopping them, and he kicks himself for his temporary lack of judgment. The last thing he wants is for Julia to think he's some gross, old man trying to seduce her.
"You think that I'm wrong?" Julia replies, a surprisingly haughty and challenging expression shining across her face, and all of the sudden the similarities between this young woman and his fiancée are so striking that it takes his breath away.
"I know you are."
The air is so thick, the tension between the three of them palpable, and it's so obvious that all of them are on board for wherever this train is taking them.
"And why's that?" she asks, emboldened by the way they are staring at each other.
"Because men love to have that claim over women. To know that no one else has seen or felt or tasted what he has."
And now, there's no going back. She tucks her uninjured leg into her chest, shifting as she feels her panties dampen at the intensity of his gaze. "And what about you?"
"Mmm, what about me? Why are you asking, Julia?"
She felt bold to provoke him, but she doesn't feel bold enough to own up to it, so immediately she takes several steps back. "Sorry—I didn't mean…"
Then, she makes eye contact with Liv, who is staring at her as though she's a lion and Julia is a lithe, little fawn. "Don't take it back."
"Wh–what do you mean?"
"It's okay to admit that you want to be touched…you want to be taken apart…you want to be fucked."
Julia gasps. "Um, but I—it's not…"
"Trust me, Jules. It's natural to be curious. Don't get all shy, just because of who we are…"
Gulping, her eyes dart from Fitz's to Olivia's, trying to make sense of the unfolding conversation, taking a steep dive into unfamiliar territory. "I… it's not just because of who you are…"
"Yeah?" Liv questions, teasingly. "Why are you so timid all of the sudden? You look like I might corrupt you or something…"
"I—I don't…" She's really blowing it with her diction tonight.
Why can't she just be honest? Why can't she share the real reason she's so nervous about this? Why can't she admit that she would love nothing more than to be corrupted by Olivia Pope?
"It's okay to say that you want a man to make you scream, even if he never has before."
"Oh," Julia sighs, almost chuckling at how wrong Olivia had interpreted her reaction. "I'm…I'm not a virgin."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Would make it a little harder to get you in our bed if you were…"
And Liv says it so nonchalantly, so carelessly, that at first none of them address it. They just stare at each other and wait.
Fitz is the first to break the silence, his tone soft and careful. "Jules, you can…I—if you don't want this conversation to go any further, just say so."
Silence sweeps through the living room again, and though Julia's eyes are wide, she doesn't seem frightened in the slightest. The corner of her mouth twitches up in the smallest smile, and even though it's not an outright confirmation, it's an obvious tell me more.
"Not tonight, of course. We'd want to be sober, which we are all well past. And we wouldn't want Teddy here, if so. And only if you would want to… And if not, you never have to come back here if you feel uncomfortable, and we can forget that we ever had this conversation."
"Fuck, yeah, we just think… we think you're really cute, and if you'd want to… we want to…"
"...but like I said, we don't want you to, unless you're entirely on board…"
"...and we can just forget this if you don't want to do it…"
"...we've just been wanting to have a threesome, and…"
"...but seriously, you do not have to…"
"...exactly, and we don't have to have sex, we could just fool around a little, see where it leads…"
"...is this really uncomfortable? I'm sorry, Jules. Just forg—"
"I—"
Their back and forth goes on for so long that it's like whiplash when they recognize Julia's voice in the mix, so docile and sweet.
"I…are you serious?"
And they could back-pedal some more, but they don't. "Yes."
"Okay."
Already braced for rejection, Liv's eyes dilate instantly. "Okay?"
"I mean, like you said, we'll probably need to talk about it sober too, but yeah…fuck…yeah."
"Yeah?" Fitz rasps, barely believing this conversation.
"Absolutely yes."
She's not sure where she gets the strength or confidence to do so, but in the next breath, Julia stands and wobbles her way across the rooms until she's standing in front of the couple.
Liv stands with her, not wanting her to fall down from the liquor or her hurt ankle, and as soon as they are eye to eye, it just feels right. Her hands trail up Julia's back, feeling her smooth, toned muscles of her back through the thin tee shirt she has on. Liv softens to watch her smile before leaning in and whispering the most tender kiss against her mouth.
Fitz moans, watching as their lips start to move in sync, watching Liv's lips that he loves to kiss, kiss another woman. He tries to control himself, tries to calm his aching loins, and tries to pretend that he doesn't want to pull them both down into his lap. So instead of doing just that, he settles for watching them and offering an affectionate "so fucking good" when he sees their tongues dart out and flick against the other.
Cupping her jaw with both hands now, Liv sighs against Julia's mouth, enjoying how sweet her lips taste, tinged with the remnants of alcohol that she recognizes on the tip of her tongue. Olivia lets the kiss go gently, pecking her lips once more before laughing quietly.
"Yeah, we've gotta wait until we are sober…because anymore of that and I won't want to hold myself back."
Julia settles for getting to their house a respectable fifteen minutes early this Friday because that's usually enough time to exchange pleasantries, let them wrap up getting ready, and give her the rundown on what Teddy needs to have for dinner and when they will be back at the end of the night.
So what if it's her twenty-third birthday? She's never been particularly into the bar scene, and she might as well be making some money to spend tomorrow night if she's going to attempt to go out in Georgetown with her friends. Might as well spend her birthday night tending to the slightly precocious eight-year-old.
Luckily after her minor sprain last week, she feels much better, and as she parks her car and steps out into the driveway, no pain lingers in her leg. Now between her legs? Yeah, that's a different story. Echoes of their conversation resonate in her head—get you in our bed…we could just fool around a little…threesome…
It's impossible to think about looking at their faces without thinking about their words.
But it's the second Friday of the month, which means they have Teddy, and she babysits, so that's why she's here.
Except, when she knocks on the door, something immediately feels different. The TV is usually on for Teddy on Fridays, but by the lack of noise in the house, she can tell that it's off. The kitchen lights are normally on, but through the little window at the top of the door, she can tell that they are off too.
She knocks a second time because for some reason, they didn't hear her first, and before she can knock a third time, the door swings open. There, standing in a silky, little black robe, barely grazing the tops of her thighs, is Olivia, her lips obviously kiss-stung and her chest rosy from love bites.
"Julia!"
"Hi…uh—I'm sorry—did I…?" Her voice trails off, trying to piece together the sight in front of her, while consciously trying to not focus on the cleavage peeking through the top of Liv's robe.
"Oh—I'm…god…I'm so sorry, I just figured you weren't coming, being your birthday and all. Teddy's at a sleepover tonight."
If she could get one week where she isn't embarrassing herself in front of them, that would be great.
"Oh! Sorry, yeah I probably should have texted you to confirm, I just…" Julia tosses her hand around, trying to gesticulate her way out of her own awkwardness. "Sorry…"
"...who is it, Livvie?"
They both turn their heads to watch as a shirtless Fitz skips down the stairs, obviously having shucked on a pair of lounge pants to cover himself. When he sees the petite woman on the doorstep, he smiles deviously.
"Hi Julia…" Fitz rasps, wrapping his arm around Liv's waist to pull her back into his grasp. He's being annoyingly teasing, and both of the girls can tell. "Happy birthday, love."
"Thanks," she replies, blushing at his use of such an intimate pet name for her. "Let me get out of your hair…sorry for the…" She stops, eyeing their undressed bodies. "...interruption."
But as she turns around again, Liv reaches out to grab her hand before she can get too far away, stilling her.
"It's no problem. Do you…do you have any plans for your birthday?" She asks, endearingly.
And yet another opportunity to feel like a complete loser. "Uh—no… I didn't make plans since I…I thought I was going to be here…But it's really no problem. You all have a good night…"
"Wait."
Liv pauses, glances up at Fitz who is already nodding.
"You wanna come in?"
Oh. Ooh.
"We haven't been drinking, and assuming you haven't either…?" Liv laughs, eyeing her knowingly.
Nodding her head, Julia flashes a demure smile. "No, I haven't…are you—are you sure?"
"We can just talk if you want…" Fitz offers, but his hands betray his words, already stroking up and down Liv's bare thighs.
Just watching him be so brazen lights a fire in her belly. Julia scoffs and rolls her eyes. "If I'm coming in, I want a drink, and I want to do much more than just talk."
Olivia and Fitz are amenable to do more than talking, but they ensure that they do, in fact, talk in depth before they get anywhere near their bedroom, because the last thing they want to do is fuck up this experience by not being on the same page about what they all want.
They talk about limits and communicating the whole time and make Julia promise that if she's feeling uncomfortable, she will call it quits. And same for either of them. Threesomes are a first for everyone involved, and there is no way of knowing how it might feel until they are in the midst of it.
After they talk, Liv pours each of them a single shot of vodka, toasting to her birthday and new adventures before they're thrown back and discarded on the coffee table. The walk to the bedroom on the second floor is seemingly the longest walk of Julia's life, but at the same time, a walk she never wants to end.
She's in between them—metaphorically and physically—Fitz leading her with his fingers tangled in her left hand, Liv trailing behind to her right with her own hand on Julia's lower back. There's one room of this house that she's never been in, and now, as they turn the corner, she finds herself standing at the entryway to the large main bedroom, taking in the huge bed, the candles lit, the… is that a vibrator on the nightstand?
There's barely time to breathe, let alone take in every detail of this room like she'd like to, because then Liv is turning her around and guiding their lips together, just as she had done a week ago. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, clamping down just enough to sting, sliding her palms down to cup Julia's ass.
The first time that they kissed, Fitz had just watched, hadn't even touched her at all, and now, with Olivia's lips on hers, she wants it. Reading the hesitation in her mouth, Liv pulls back. Her eyes are bright, pupils blown with lust.
"What do you want, Jules?"
Her head turns away from Olivia's and toward Fitz's, and Liv understands immediately. Fitz, on the other hand, makes no moves toward either of them.
"She wants you to touch her, Fitz…" Liv asserts.
"I can tell, baby," he replies, towering over the two women as he begins sliding in closer to them.
"Then, why don't you make her happy? Show her how good your mouth feels. It's okay… touch her, Fitz."
He chooses not to answer and not reprimand her bossing him around because he's too focused on kissing Julia now to care. He's stepping up, cradling her face in his hands, and kissing her deeply.
Compared to Olivia, kissing Fitz is an entirely different experience—his lips are rougher, his hands bigger, his stance more broad and all encompassing. With Olivia, she feels soft, pliable. With Fitz, she feels small, obedient.
The way his scruff tickles her chin is such a foreign sensation. When he teases her lips open and brushes his tongue against hers, she's shocked at how incredible it feels. She's never been kissed like this, she's never felt like this—like putty in their hands before her clothes are even off.
"Mmm," Liv moans next to them. Then in the next breath, she tugs at his hair and pulls Fitz away to kiss her instead.
Julia can tell how reserved he was being with her because as soon as the couple's lips are pressed together, his hands are everywhere on Olivia's body—pulling her robe up, groping her ass, palming her breasts, caressing her neck. She's not sure how she's going to survive this. Her panties are already soaked from their kisses alone.
By the time Liv is panting from Fitz's touch, Julia feels like she could come at any second. And she realizes this as she tries to squeeze her thighs together and rock into the pressure that she's created. She doesn't realize, however, that her hands have drifted up her body until Fitz breaks his kiss and gazes into her watchful eyes intensely.
"Awh, were you getting impatient?" He murmurs teasingly, drawing Liv's attention to the sight before him—Julia's hands cupping and kneading her own breasts. "I'm so sorry… Here…"
Knocking her hands away, he replaces her touch with his own, the size of his hands making her chest seem that much more petite. He kisses her again and while she's distracted, Liv slides her body up against Julia's slender back.
Her skin feels burning, and she's never been so aroused. And then she feels Liv's fingertips against the soft skin of her belly, dipping underneath her cotton tee shirt and teasing along the waistband of her jeans and panties.
She supposes that she makes some kind of sound, though she can't be sure what it was because every fiber of her body is being simultaneously ignited, as Liv starts talking in her ear.
"God, you're so sensitive, sweet girl."
"I—uh…mmm…" She's stuttering, sighing, practically shaking. "'m not, usually… you're just…"
"Yeah? Is he making you feel good?"
Julia whines, and on the next press of his hands against her chest and the way he pinches her nipples through her clothes, she flails back against Olivia.
"Oh, such a sweet girl," Fitz praises. "...the sounds that we are gonna pull from that fucking mouth of yours…fuck…"
"Awhh, that's it, baby. Tell him how good it feels."
"I—I can't…it's…"
Hearing how lost she is, Fitz decides to give her a break, hands dropping to her hips, stepping back and eyeing Liv, who is now sucking kisses along the side of Julia's neck.
"Liv… c'mon… play fair," he rasps, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her off, effectively stopping her mid-hickey.
"Can't help it… she's so…"
And Julia doesn't know what she expects to hear, but she certainly doesn't expect the gravely moan that escapes Liv's throat, her words trailing off into space, lingering in the air, making her core clench instinctively.
"I want to see you…" Liv pants against her ear, biting the lobe gently. "Can I?"
She squeaks out a little yes…please… and it's all Olivia needs to sweep her palms up the flat plane of Julia's stomach, bringing her shirt along with, pulling it up over her head and off. Fitz isn't prepared for the sight of her… because maybe if he was prepared, he wouldn't have nearly lost it at the sight of her standing there, smiling at him playfully, in her little black bra, her long, thick curls cascading over her shoulders. He has to reach out and brush her hair back over her shoulder immediately because the thought of anything hindering the sight of her is…fuck.
Her bra is frilly, very cute and girly, and though he hasn't let himself picture this very image too much, it's exactly what he would have imagined. Most of it is lace, save for the underwire that pokes up in a V between her breasts. The fabric is dark, but not dark enough to conceal what's underneath, her hard nipples clearly visible and aching for his touch.
"Fucking hell, so pretty…" Fitz sighs, brushing a single thumb over her left nipple while he surveys her. "She's so fucking pretty, Livvie."
"I bet. Can I…?" And with her question, Liv spins her around so that she can see, and without preamble, begins kissing down her sternum, down her belly, until she's on her knees, her fingertips flicking open the button before looping over the top of her waistband.
The silent request is obvious, and Olivia doesn't think twice when she sees Julia nod, pulling her pants down and letting her kick them off. For someone who seemingly had no intention of this happening tonight, she seems to have picked out an entirely too sexy, matching black set of underwear. When Liv gives her a knowing smirk, Julia can't help but grin.
"I thought maybe… maybe I'd get lucky…wanted to be prepared…"
"You little minx…" Fitz groans, stepping up to stroke the bare skin exposed on either side of her little lace thong. His right hand strokes, stops, and then delivers two soft pats to her ass, appreciating the way her supple skin molds to his light spanks. "Turn around..."
To be continued...