Chapter 6
Olivia had stood there naked as the day she was born and smiled at Fitzgerald Grant. She wasn't the least bit ashamed to show him her body. In her mind it was already his and she knew it. He had more or less said, not today. He wanted a bed, a special setting for their first experience together. Okay, but she could let him know what he was missing right? She wanted him to burn for her until he came up with that special setting. She wanted him to desire her like he had desired no other woman.
She had seen herself nude in a mirror. She knew she looked good. He had said she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen with her clothes on. What did he think now? Was she still beautiful? Did he want her even more now? She hoped so. That was the point of the exercise.
Fitzgerald Grant didn't disappoint her. He was standing there with his mouth wide open initially. He had to close it though because he was now practically salivating! What the hell was the woman doing? Didn't she understand how much he wanted her, how much he needed her? If she kept this up all of his good intentions were going out of the window. She was the most exquisite and beautiful creature he had ever seen. He had thought everything about her perfect even before she had ditched her bikini and stood before him naked in all her glory.
Her skin was as he envisioned, caramel from head to toe. She wore a bikini often. Her tell-tell tan lines were visible. Her breasts were perfect as he knew they would be. The one he had touched and suckled had fit perfectly in his hand. The round mounds were perky and upright. Her nipples extended from the mounds as if seeking attention, his attention. Her abdomen was flat. Her belly button was an inny. Her triangle was as black as coal. It consisted of thick black hair and no flesh could be seen through it. It created a perfectly formed triangle. He had never seen that before and it fascinated him. Most of his paramours shaved bare down there. Those that didn't were left with an exposed thinning bush and a fleshy background.
One of his first thoughts was what it would feel like to plunder through that thick bush and find her clit. He would lash and suck at it with his tongue until she cried out his name again. God, how he wanted to hear her say his name again in the throes of passion. Olivia had quite an American accent she had cultivated. However, when she had exploded on the beach, he heard a distinct island dialect when she called his name. It had reverberated to his soul when she had cried out to him in her passion. Her legs were short but they were pure perfection. He could hardly wait to have them wrapped around him locked onto his back.
Had it been seconds or minutes before Olivia bared herself to him, smiled, and turned to go into the shower. He was so dazed by her actions he wasn't sure. Every pore of his body was on full lust alert. The semi-hard state he had been in was now a faint memory. He had a full-blown pup tent in his trunks. The jolt of lust that went through his body was jarring. If he followed her behind that wall he would fall and he knew it. He knew he was being tested. Without a doubt, Olivia was a bold and sure woman. She seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. Still, this wasn't the place. And he would bet millions Uncle Jim had this place wired for sound and video.
"Nom de dieu de merde! Je brule desir pour toi, Olivia, he had said out loud in French.
He often cursed in French. It was a habit he had picked up from his mother. He sat down in one of the two chaises in the cabana and took a deep breath. No, like he said, this wasn't the place. He heard the water from the shower and he started to calm a little as he made a concentrated effort to get his lust under control. His woman to be, was a spitfire. He imagined she usually got what she wanted. If what she wanted was him, that problem was solved. Nonetheless their first extensive sexual encounter wouldn't happen here. He sat there waiting for her to emerge from the shower. As she said she would be, she was quick. Olivia came out wrapped in a huge towel. She was drying off her hair with another one.
"Your turn. The towels are in the third drawer. Amenities in the top drawer."
"Olivia, I'm asking you not to join me in the shower. My resistance is very low at this point. It won't take much to push me over the edge. Any encounter between is going to be fire, I know that. I think you know that. I want something special for us is all I'm saying. That is the only thing that's happening here. Trust me you aren't going to miss a thing. I will see to it."
"I know Fitz and I understand perfectly. It wasn't so much that I was trying to tempt you. I was simply presenting to you my wares, so to speak. I wanted you to know what I have to offer. I'm not ashamed to say it was pure vanity. I don't want you thinking of all those other women you have been with. I wanted you to imagine what it's going to be like with me. I wanted you thinking of me."
"Olivia, I have imagined nothing else for the last thirty-six hours. I have Olivia Pope on the brain. It's just you Olivia. You are the only woman I want. I can promise you that with all my heart. Let me get this sand off of me so we can head back. I apologize for being explicit with you Olivia but exiting this place without imbedding myself deeply inside you is proving to be a struggle. And the presentation of your "wares" just about pushed me over the edge. You are something else Olivia Pope!"
"Go shower Fitz. I promise to have clothes on when you get back."
"You promise?"
"I do. That however doesn't mean you can't show me your "wares."
"Olivia Pope, you are incorrigible! I'll be back in a jiff, so get dressed."
Fitz walked around the wall to the shower. Olivia let him get out of her sight before she spoke in perfect French, "Jai suis de toi, Fitzgerald."
Of course, Fitz had heard her. He shook his head and smiled. Olivia spoke French. This small beautiful Caribbean woman was proving to be all he had ever dreamed. He got some shampoo for his hair and stepped into the shower. He was hard as stone. He turned the water on cold. He needed to stop his raging desire for Olivia before he broke his promise to himself. Their first time was going to be a pivot point that would catapult their relationship forward. There may have been others before him, but he intended that there would be none after him. He would make her forget all the men she had ever lain with before him. He knew he had the power and expertise to do it. Yes, he was being sexist and cocky, but he wanted her for himself. Sex, extraordinary sex, and completely satisfying sex, was what kept men and women at home. When he was done, she would know she was his!
The water was so cold Fitz would swear it had been iced. Was Uncle Jim watching them and had seen all? Including this out of this world boner he now had. This was the older man's place. It was separated from the island and it was piece of paradise. The man would have this place monitored and secured. Fitz had such a place up in Idaho. He went there for solace and solitude and it was monitored from the gate to the pool house. The "cabana" aka shower stall as Olivia had referred to it, was a glorified pool house with amenities!
Uncle Jim wasn't slick. Olivia trusted her family to do the right thing, he on the other hand did not. Right now, he knew he had no one is his corner. Uncle Jim knew he was pursuing Olivia and no doubt so did her father. He suspected that they would band against him. He was an outsider and for sure he wasn't a native of any island. Olivia had said that was what they wanted and expected from her. They wanted her to marry an islander and stay right here! Her brother had married his college sweetheart and the family wasn't pleased. The woman that had taken Thomas Wesley Pope II from these islands was White. So, there was another strike against him and he knew it.
Racial issues apparently still presented themselves everywhere. He had been taught all his life that everyone was equal, no one was better than anyone else. His family had practiced that theory all of his life. They had never implicitly stated that he shouldn't marry outside his race but there was a time he felt it was expected that he wouldn't. He had married Margot knowing he didn't love her. Of course, he hadn't met Olivia Pope or he would have tested the theory long ago. He would know soon the family thoughts on the issue because Olivia was going to be at the party tomorrow night. It wouldn't be a surprise though. He intended to let his family know he had found someone. Someone he intended to pursue and most likely eventually marry. It was that simple. He loved her and he intended to have her!
Fitz was quick about his shower as well. He returned to the scene of the "crime." He was finding Olivia to be very spontaneous in her actions. He wasn't sure what he would find on the other side of the wall. He was praying she was dressed and ready to leave. He was only a man when it came down to it and he could only put up so much resistance to this particular woman. He stepped out fully dressed in his shorts and shirt. Thankfully, so was Olivia. She was laid back in the chaise sipping water. Her hair was all curly and shiny. He liked it! One day soon he would touch it curly and shiny after a bout of passion!
Olivia was fully dressed. She stood up and her nipples were clearly outlined in the top she wore. She bent over to retrieve her backpack and there wasn't a panty or thong line to be found. There wasn't a thing under the short set she had worn earlier but Olivia. He swallowed hard and walked towards her. She turned around, faced him, and smiled. What in the world was Olivia thinking about? Her nipples stood out and they were pressed into the white fabric. Her areolas and nipples were dark brown so they were visible. It was quite obvious her nipples were pebbled and aroused. Looking as innocent as novice nun she spoke.
"Ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready. I love your hair, Olivia. It looks so curly and regal. I'm not sure which style I like best. Either way you look beautiful."
"Water turns my hair curly and it will stay that way until I press it."
The little minx knew exactly what she did to him and he knew it. He needed to get back to his hotel and take care of some business ASAP. The next time Olivia Pope appeared before him naked and inviting him to do naughty things to her, things were going to turn out very differently!
She reached out for his hand and they left the cabana. She was smiling and she was happy. They'd had a perfect day in her estimation. Things couldn't have gone more perfect. Well, maybe they could've. She had wanted to make love with him and he had said no. She remembered what he had said, either one of them could say no whenever and it would mean no. She was smiling and happy in spite of that because she knew that sometime in the next six days, she Olivia Carolyn Pope, was going to know exactly what sex was all about. And she would learn from someone she cared about, maybe even someone she loved.
"So, what shall we do for the rest of the evening? I'd like to spend it with you Fitz if you have no other plans."
"Every plan I had for the next ten days changed when I met you, Olivia. I want to spend all the days we have left, together. I was hoping you felt that way too."
"I do. I want to spend these last days with you. Do you have anything in mind or would you like me to make another suggestion. Our picnic went rather well, I think. There's really nothing much going on tonight. The ships start coming in tomorrow and the entire island will change. Those directly involved in tourism and those that make their money from the people on the ships, will be hard at work attempting to separate them from it. Those that don't, will stay far away."
"I can understand that. I need to get back to the hotel and I also need to check in with my family. My mother is a worry wort. I'm her six-foot-two baby you know."
"An only child, did you enjoy being an only child?"
"I did. I was spoiled of course but my mother never let be lonely nor did she let me forget that I was a child of privilege. I can't really remember a time when we weren't rich. I spent my summers in France from the time I was around five. My mother had two sisters and two brothers. I have loads of cousins. And my grandparents when they were alive treated me no differently than their other grandkids. Being a rich kid from America with a movie star mother didn't faze them. And I'm glad it didn't. I know I'm a better man because of it."
"I assume that's where you learned to speak French, those summers spent with your relatives. I'd love to hear more about the time you spent there as a child Fitz. If you want to share."
"Of course, I want to share Olivia. That is what our relationship is going to be about is sharing. I want to know everything about you. I want to know your hopes and dreams. I want to make sure they all come true. Spending summers in France allowed me to perfect the language I already knew. My mother spoke mostly to me in French for as long as I could remember. My father and my nannies made sure my English was proper and correct. My mother speaks French mostly when she is angry, thus learning to cuss in French was my second groups of words after mon mere and mon pere. How did you learn to speak French?
"I don't very well. I can carry on a small conversation though. I took two electives of it at university. I'm fluent in Spanish and I speak Japanese. I interned at the local Japanese plant here for three summers. I studied the language during the internship. It was a requirement. I think it's going to be fun for us getting to know each other. We both have had such interesting lives."
"Yes, it is going to fun and a lot of other stuff Olivia. I can't wait."
"I've cleaned up everything here. All we have to do is pick up the stuff at the beach and we are off. Uncle Jim gave me and Tommy the run of the place. He doesn't tolerate dishabille, none at all. Return things as you found them."
They shook the sand from the blankets and refolded them. They discarded the trash from their picnic and packed up the saddlebags. They boarded the Harley and they were off for the trip back to reality. It had been a wonderful day. When he boarded behind her this time, he held onto her in a more intimate way. One hand lay directly beneath the fold of her breast. It was more like he supported it rather than held it in a sexual way. The other hand held on to her waist but was laid directly across her stomach. He held her as if she were his and she was. She had turned her head briefly into his before they took off. He had put gentle kisses on her cheek and whispered in her ear. Olivia had gasped out loud at what he had said. It had been for her ears only!
Olivia dropped him off right in front of the resort. He kissed her goodbye. It was a long sensual kiss. It was a kiss of two people that were more than friends.
"I'll call you later and we will continue our day."
"You promise Olivia?"
"I promise."
He waved goodbye as she rode away. Fitz hated to let her go. He missed her already. He walked to the elevator in sort of a euphoric state. He wasn't sexually sated which usually went along with euphoria but he was happy and pleased with where he and Olivia had left off. And they had tonight and whatever that entailed. He would get to hold her again of that, he was sure.
Olivia waved at him as she drove away. She hated to leave him. When he had unwrapped his arms from around her; she felt a deep loneliness. It was foolishness because she was going to see him tonight in some capacity, of that, she was sure. It was just that their day had been so perfect. She hadn't wanted it to end. The way he had held her on the ride back to town; it had been so different than when they ridden to the Point earlier. It was like it hadn't been said but it was very implicitly known, she now belonged to him. She knew it and so did he. The words he had whispered in her ear verified that. And she had no intention of debating it!
She drove home. She opened her garage and parked the Harley. She closed the door and walked into her apartment. Smiling she thought of that which had transpired between them today. It was more than what should have transpired but it was a good thing. Fitz was right. Everything that happens between them is meant to be. There wasn't any shame to be felt in what had happened. Her body was already on high sexual alert simply being around him. Her dream of the night before had detailed some very sensual kisses including the fondling of her breasts. He had kissed them in her dreams too. Then she had that explosive orgasm imagining him inside her, it was only natural that the real thing had overwhelmed her.
She walked on into her bedroom and she undressed before the floor length mirror that had been one of Nana's prized possessions. Olivia had underwear in her bags but she had purposely left them off for Fitz' benefit. Or was it hers? Did it even matter? All she knew was that she burned for him and she wanted him to burn for her as well.
Her hand automatically went to the breast that he had held and placed in his mouth. He has sucked, nibbled, bit, licked, and lashed at her nipple with his tongue until she had climaxed in broad open daylight. It had been the most glorious feeling. It was ten times better than her dream because he had been with her and it was real. It was mind-bogglingly real. Fitzgerald Grant had been there with her. Her nipple felt sore but it was still needy apparently. She felt the need to touch it. Watching herself in the mirror she had rubbed her finger back and forth across the nipple until it hardened from her touch. She had gasped out loud. She experienced a connection from her breast to her core. Her other hand was about to touch her down there and her phone rang. Guilt, taught to her from a lifetime of denying her own sexuality, came over her. Her hands fell to her sides and she walked over to the phone.
"Olivia, your father and I have had dinner. We weren't sure when you would get back home so we didn't wait for you. However, we were about to have dessert. Won't you join us and tell us about your day?"
"Actually, mother I'm going out to dinner tonight. So, dessert is out. I need to shower and find something to wear. What did you make for dessert? I'll have to take a raincheck."
"It's fruit cobbler dear, your favorite. Your father and I were so hoping to speak to you Olivia to iron out what was said and done this morning. As your parents we are only concerned with your well-being. Your father was shocked at the way you spoke to him Olivia. That was the only reason he spoke as he did. He is a concerned papa after all. He knows about these things Olivia. He used to live in America with these men and he knows how they think."
"Mother, I haven't any intention of rehashing this morning's events. They are over, perhaps not forgotten, but they are over. I'm hoping that I won't have to repeat myself Mother. I'm a grown woman free to do as I please. If that declaration is too bothersome to you and Father and you have reconsidered me living under your roof, please let me know. Now I have a dinner date tonight and shopping the first thing tomorrow. I imagine my first free moment won't be until after lunch. I'll call you. Please do save me some cobbler."
"Will you please call me tomorrow, Olivia? I would very much like to talk to you."
"Of course, Mother I will talk to you tomorrow."
Her mood and thoughts of a sexual intervention for herself were past. Her mother had killed it! She needed to decide if she would keep her hair natural or would she press it out for tonight. Fitz had said he liked both styles. He didn't have a preference. When she swam, she usually kept her hair natural for a couple of days out of pure convenience. Flat ironing her hair from scratch was tiresome. She had the ability to pay for others to do so she did. Maintenance was easy once it was pressed. If she wanted her hair back the way it was before her swim, she would have to do it herself. Olivia decided she wanted her hair as it had been when Fitz first saw her. He had said her beauty stunned him. She would meet his parents tomorrow and she wanted to be stunning then as well. If she did her hair tonight, she would have less to do tomorrow. Olivia sought out the necessities for a natural press. She could usually obtain the look she desired inside of an hour.
Meanwhile back at the resort the first thing Fitzgerald Grant had done was to call Audrey. She had made an excellent choice in his accommodations but he needed a change of venue. He needed to be in a five-star resort/hotel that was in no way attached to the name of Lockheed or Pope. He wouldn't spend another night in a place when he suspected either man may have ownership. He would not be surveilled or spied upon.
He needed privacy for he and Olivia. She would be unable to truly express herself if she thought eyes were upon them and neither would he. When they came together, he didn't want any distractions. He intended to elicit every possible response from her during their encounters. He was out of his mind wanting her right now. He could only imagine his response once they actually connected.
"I want something exactly along the lines that I have now just the ownership of the place proving not to belong to either James Lockheed or Thomas Pope. Am I clear Audrey? Also, I will need a car tomorrow for shopping. I also need one to pick me up and transport me to the mansion for the party on tomorrow. Better yet alert the driver that I will need him or her for the entire day. I will possibly need the car as early as nine o'clock. Get back with me Audrey as soon as everything is set up. No, I don't need anything else right now."
He was sitting down in the office-like area of suite. The entire thing was huge. There were three bedrooms, a full kitchen with granite counter-tops and all brand-new stainless-steel appliances. Three full baths, a great room, and an outdoor patio. There were two pools at floor level, salt-water and chlorinated. From there you had about a twenty-foot walk to the bright blue Caribbean Sea. The place was worth every penny he had paid for it so far. The food was excellent and the staff treated you like royalty. If you were staying at this resort, James Lockheed and his staff knew full well you could afford to do so. The daily prices were out of sight and everything on the restaurant and the bar and grill menu was pricey. Lockheed had a top-notch chef overseeing food in the place and he knew what he was doing!
In spite of all of that he was checking-out tomorrow morning. Once Audrey got back with him, he would leave this place and move to a place when he would be afforded the privacy he wanted. The privacy that he needed for he and Olivia to consummated their relationship. He used the word consummate because to him once their bodies joined together there would be no turning back. He knew that Olivia was the woman he was destined to marry and she would become the mother of his children. He wasn't even nervous about it. It was going to happen!
Today on the beach he had seen and felt her passion. She was volatile and she was smoking hot. She would match his intensity in the bedroom. He could feel it in his bones. Olivia Pope was going to make his blood boil. Right now, blood was rushing to fill him up with hardness and want. She had so tempted him today to take her and make her his own for all time. He could've taken her against a shower wall or even pulled her atop of him in a chaise lounge. He could have. He believed that she was more than willing. It wasn't the time nor the place. He would know when and where the time was right. He adjusted himself and he swore once again in French!
He needed to call his mother and let her know he was bringing a date to the holiday affair. His mother would be thrilled he had found someone and his father as well. They both wanted him happy. Papa Joe would be a different story at first but he would come round. His grandfather loved him too. They would all accept his choice. And Olivia was his choice.
He dialed the mansion. "Good evening Gertrude, how are you today? That's excellent to hear. Thank-you, I'm fine. I'd like to speak to my mother please." Good manners and courtesy to everyone regardless of station in life had been instilled in him since childhood. Be courteous and kind to everyone. Most of those in the employ of the Fitzgeralds were like family! Gertrude had been with the family since he was a young boy.
"Maman, how are you today?"
"I'm fine Fitzgerald. What are you doing? I know you had called before but this is the fourth day. Come back to Grantiosity. We couldn't just ask the Rutherfords to leave, after all your grand-pere invited them here. You don't necessarily have to interact with the foolish girl, simply ignore her. I miss your company. You bring such joy to me and your father. He isn't pleased with your actions either. No one is going to force another bride on you, I promise you that. Come home."
"Mother, you know Papa Joe is at it again. He as much as said so when the Rutherfords showed up. I didn't want to be part of it at all. I made that plain to him and he was pushing her on me anyway. I'm not interested in the woman in any capacity. None. I did intend not to return to the mansion until she was gone. The woman was pushy and kept insinuating herself in my conversations and activities. It was too much. I have decided to be there tomorrow for your dinner soiree. I'm bringing a guest, a young woman I met a couple of days ago. I really want you to meet her. She's from the Caymans. She's a fourth-year medical student at Harvard. She is a most captivating woman and I intend to pursue her mother. I already have very strong feelings for her. I know I can count on the support of you and Dad. Grandfather must know that his matchmaking was a bust. I have no doubt he will support me as well once he realizes that."
"Of course, we will all support you Fitz, you have to know that. Bring your young woman to dinner by all means. I would love to meet the woman that has you in hot pursuit after a couple of days. She must be indeed extraordinary."
"She is Mother! In every way, she is extraordinary. What time are you starting?"
"At eight o'clock of course. Are you planning to come back here to stay at all? You've taken rooms elsewhere I understand. This was more than a business holiday Fitz. Your father and I hadn't seen you in months. You are always in New York City. You rarely visit us in California any more. This was to be a reunion of sorts. I had hoped to spend some time with you. I have missed you son."
"I'm sorry Mother. I had been so busy before coming down here. I did intend to spend quality time with all of you while here in the Islands. It was my plans but I met Olivia and everything has changed. I want her in my life and I have to make that happen by spending time with her. I want her to see what I see."
"And what is that?"
"The same thing my father saw that night he watched you perform in a play in Paris all those years ago. He was mesmerized by you. He watched you three nights in a row until he got the balls to present himself backstage with two dozen red roses. He had fallen in love with the on that very first night and he spent what a week coming back stage every night before you would go out with him? He pursued you and got you to see what he had seen. You two were meant to be and he knew it."
"All of that is true. Jerry and I fell in love right away. He had to convince me of something I did not believe possible. That was a different time Fitz. Love at first sight is rare."
"I know that but Dad convinced you of it, didn't he? He took you to his bed after knowing you for eight days and you have never left it. Neither of you have strayed. You still love each other after forty years."
"Your father always did talk too much but yes we fell in love right away. I have never regretted a moment of our love affair. It was the best. It is the best! So, she is already in your bed?"
"No, but I intend to have her there as soon as she is willing. My pursuit of her in full swing. I want her and I believe I love her right now today with all my heart."
"And her feelings?"
"She's skeptical Maman, just as you were. And there is an age difference just as with you and Father. We will get there just as you two did!"
"I pity the poor girl once you expose your full charms to her. She won't stand a chance. I can't wait to meet her Fitz. You have my full support."
"Thanks Mom, I'll see you tomorrow night. Goodbye."
After pressing her hair Olivia called Uncle Jim. She had told him she would. She had decided that she and Fitz would take in a movie tonight. The Island Bay Cinema was the only movie theater on the islands and it was grand. She had bought them tickets in the VIP section of the theater. Tickets were overpriced and mostly only VIPs could afford them. She was splurging again but she really didn't want to share what was going on between them. The VIP section would be sparsely populated especially on a weekday night. They could arrive early and get some great seats in the back of the theater where they could hold hands or whatever!
Dinner, drinks, and a movie sounded like a good plan. Olivia loved a good love story but somehow, she felt Fitz would be an action-drama type. She had chosen the new Bond film. Bond films were usually always a good choice with something for everyone. The food there was top-notch. There were the usually movie treats and there were some island staples as well. Her ex-boyfriend Peter Hansen had often brought her here to flaunt his wealth. Thanks for the tip, Peter!
Uncle Jim answered on the first ring. Olivia said she would call and he knew she would. He had been anxiously awaiting her call. He had done as she requested and turned off sound and video at the Point while she was there with that rich boy from the US. Heaven knows what had gone on up there. They were separated from everybody and everything. Olivia was headstrong, and apparently was intent on a holiday romance with this stranger. It baffled him. Why this guy? He was only her godfather that had loved her all her life and wanted the best for her. Her father was beside himself worrying that she had taken up with a stranger. Olivia had asked him to butt out and he was thinking he was going to do it. Olivia was grown; she was old enough t make her own decisions. He had no right to interfere in her life.
Neither did Thomas for that matter. Thomas needed to put his own donkey-kong debacle in order and stop treating Tessa like shit. Why she put up with his philandering all these years he would never know. He had wanted Tessa for himself. When Thomas had gone off to Medical School all those years ago, he attempted to turn her head. It was an underhanded thing to do but he had done it. He had loved her forever but it was Tommy she had wanted so he had heartbrokenly stepped aside.
They had dated secretly for a while when Thomas first left. Their chaste kisses had heated up. Tessa had responded to his kisses and caresses with fervor. He had thought he stood a chance with her. He had offered her marriage and full partnership in his fledging businesses. She turned him down. She had promised Thomas that she would wait for him she had said. Apparently, doctor had more prestige than property owner. Ironically, he now had as much prestige as Thomas Pope. He sure as hell had more money. Tessa had made her choice, except for that one night she had come him in tears over his best friend. That one night she had chosen him! He smiled thinking of that night. Thomas Pope was his best friend and he was a fool!
He had moved on from his unrequited love but he had never married and had a family of his own. He had become godfather to the children of his best friend and the woman that he loved. Life played strange tricks on those that were in the game. Olivia was the daughter he never had. She was part of Tessa and he wouldn't see her hurt by Fitzgerald Grant or anyone.
"Olivia I'm glad you called. Are you alright? How was your picnic?"
"It was wonderful Uncle and Mr. Grant was a perfect gentleman. There wasn't any reason at all for you to worry. We ate, we swam in the beautiful Caribbean, and we talked. He wants to see me again as I do him. We are going to the cinema tonight."
Mr. Grant, was it? He had seen the way the man looked at her. Olivia was playing with fire! "All I ask is that you be careful and protect yourself Olivia. Men don't always protect women in certain situations. You being a doctor and all, I'm sure you know that."
"I do Uncle. At this point we are friends and nothing more." She saw no need to tell of all people her godfather that the man had made her have an orgasm and they hadn't even done the deed yet. Nor did he need to know that she had presented herself to Fitzgerald Grant in her birthday suit and he hadn't even asked her to. She thus far had been the aggressor and she was alright with that. In the end she was sure that her goals and those of Fitzgerald Grant were the same. At some point she would wind up in his bed and she was eager to do so!
"Olivia, don't make me say it?"
"Say what Uncle?"
"The world is a different place today is all I'm saying. You are a doctor for heaven's sake! Make him use a condom if you sleep with him Olivia. A pregnancy is never the end of the world, but disease could be. Be smart is all I'm saying."
"I have a question Uncle. Why in all the time I have spent with Peter Hansen you never had this talk with me? We've dated exclusively for a year or more now and not one word about condoms or pregnancy."
"Because you would never be foolish enough to bed a sop like Hansen. I really don't understand why you have been in that relationship. It's obvious to even a fly on the wall that you aren't interested in the man let alone in love with him. This Fitzgerald fellow you look at him the same way I used to look at someone I loved and wanted to share my life with years ago. I wasn't born yesterday. I know you Olivia possibly better than you know yourself. Be careful."
Olivia loved Uncle Jim. He had nourished and loved her entire life. He was co-sponsor to all big events in her life. Even though she had gotten full rides through her educational endeavors, Uncle Jim had paid for just about everything else. When she had moved from campus in Atlanta, he had gotten her a secure and safe condo in a gated community. He owned the lease on her Nissan. Even now in Cambridge it was Uncle Jim that had gotten her apartment. Her parents weren't slackers. They did their part. She received a generous allowance from them meaning she had always been able to concentrate solely on her education and never had to work. In return she had produced excellent grades. Uncle Jim provided Olivia with an allowance also. She had accepted his largesse and hadn't told her parents about the full extent of it. He wanted it that way. He had said if he wanted to spoil his goddaughter, he could.
Olivia had always maintained that she would repay both her parents and godfather back once she set up her own practice and started making a real salary. She hadn't any intention of living off of the good will of others. She intended to make her own way. Uncle Jim was her bonus dad. She was lucky to have him. He loved her and worried about her welfare. She didn't won't to worry him.
"I plan to be careful Uncle. For all intents and purposes, I'm already a doctor. I know how to protect myself if the need should arrive."
"Good, that is all I want to see happen Olivia. I want you to be happy, preferably with someone you truly love."
"I can't say for sure where this is going Uncle. This relationship is in its infancy. I know where I want it to go. I know what I'm hoping for. I know what I'm feeling. In any event I promise to be careful and diligent. You need not worry."
"That's all I can ask as your godfather. Let me hear from you Olivia, goodbye."
"Bye Uncle."
Olivia had called Fitz. They were going to the movies. What a novel idea. He had attended some of the most celebrated movie opening of the day as the son of a full-fledged movie star. His mother had exposed him to movie making early. He was on his first movie set before he was a year old. He was told his mother often breast fed him during takes. As he grew older, he had for a hot minute considered going into the business. Nope! That part of show business wasn't for him. He wanted to save his performances for the courtroom. The law had inspired him. His excellent grades and a killer score on the LSAT had landed him at Princeton. He had interned at some of the most prestigious firms in the country. Upon graduation and passing the bar he had landed in NYC.
Los Angeles was a city where mostly everyone dabbled in make-believe. There was also a certain intensity. NYC was right up there with LA in fantasy and intensity. He fell in love with NYC and decided to make it his home. He had started his practice there as an entertainment attorney and broker. Yes, his mother had become his first client. She was already rich and famous. His job had been to keep it that way. He had done an excellent job for his first client opening the door for his practice to flourish. As for the family business, he had been deeply involved in it since he was a young boy. He still was. With a dual influx of old money and new, he was a very wealthy man. He had departed with a small fortune to wash his hands of Margot Lily. It was money well spent! After that fiasco he had gotten back into the game and never looked back. Yes, he had been labeled an international playboy but he wasn't really. He had simply gone back to living and reclaiming his life!
And now he had met the most amazing woman and for him it was "love at first sight." She was beautiful and intelligent. She had wanted to become a healer. Her mission in life was to help people with her gift. She had been inspired by a parent as well but with much loftier goals in his opinion. He had listened to her talk of the vision she had for her life. Had she ever thought of sharing her life with someone, he had asked? Had she ever been in love? She had asked him did he believe in a woman's independence? Did he want children? Did he believe in fidelity? Did she? The questions they had asked each other were on point and very meaningful. They were both very truthful in their answers. They had both wanted to be very clear. Neither one of them had felt the things they were feeling right now for another human being. All of their answers now held new meaning!
Fitz had asked his mother to send clothing for him to wear today. His mother had impeccable taste. He was a very rich man but there was hardly any need for him to buy clothes every day when he had a complete wardrobe within minutes from where he was. Tomorrow, actually by tonight he would have all of his belonging with him. Audrey assured him he would be moved into his new accommodations within the next few hours. Olivia was picking him up here however. He would tell her of his plans and he hoped to be moved to the other location tonight during their date. He didn't intend to ask her to join him at his place again. When she was ready, she would come to him. Being in a crowded movie theater really didn't appeal to him at the moment. To him it wasn't an ideal date. He had hoped for something more intimate but a movie it was. To be honest he was simply grateful to be in Olivia's presence. It gave him great joy.
The movie started at eight-forty-five. He had checked on the length of movie. It was long, two hours and ten minutes. She had said they could have dinner at the movie. They would be out of the movie right after eleven. She hadn't mentioned anything specific about after the movie. He was hopeful though because he thoroughly enjoyed her company.
Olivia was getting ready for more of her day with Fitzgerald Grant. She was hoping the bottom half was a good as the first half had been. She still marveled at their day at the beach. It was more than she had ever dreamed for a first date. She was super excited. She was wearing a sundress. He had told her his favorite color was purple and guess what? She had bought a purple and white sundress with cold shoulders months ago and she had never worn it. It was a tiger print that came about four or five inches above the knees. Her legs were one of her better assets. They were short but very shapely she had been told. Wearing six-inch heels to accentuate them and place her closer to his face for his kisses would've been inappropriate for the movies. She had wanted to wear them though! She would tomorrow night for the party. Tonight, she would wear her gladiator anklelets with the kitten heels. Olivia didn't like flats at all. She was close enough to the ground.
Fitz was wearing a royal blue ensemble. The shorts and short sleeves shirt were a perfect match. The collared and a button-up the shirt made him look very suave. He had on a pair of Mephisto sandals. He had gotten them last summer. He had purchased a black and brown pair on sale, two pair for a thousand dollars. The leather felt like butter and the shoe itself was most comfortable. He didn't wear uncomfortable shoes, ever. He looked good and he knew that. He wanted Olivia Pope to think so!
Again, she was meeting him at the front of the resort. He walked out and looked around. She would be driving a PT Cruiser. Uncle Jim had purchased it brand new and held it unbeknownst to her until her sixteenth birthday. It had been imported here from the states and kept in his garage at the point until her birthday. The eight-year-old car looked brand new. Like all of Olivia's possessions the car was immaculate. That car was one of her most prized possessions. Her uncle had asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she told him. It was bright Silver Metallic. The inside was charcoal gray, a combination of cloth and leather interior. Her brother was the only one else to drive her car in all these years. Her car and her motorcycle were her babies. She treated them well.
He was looking around when he heard her call his name. He smiled and started walking toward her. She looked great sitting in that car. Her hair was down and her lips were tinted in purple. Her dress was purple and white. She was a vision. He got in the car and they drove away.
"You look beautiful tonight, Olivia. Your car is extraordinary. What did you do purchase the last one ever made? They went out of productivity around 2010, didn't they?"
"Actually, full production ended in 2009. Uncle Jim gave me this car when I was sixteen. It's almost eight years old. I take care of my stuff. I always have."
"Wow! This is very impressive. I know people that would kill for a PT Cruiser in such mint condition."
"I would never part with this car. It was my very first one. My Harley either for that matter. I purchased it myself. My car and cycle are my babies of the moment."
He reached over and rubbed his hand over her exposed shoulder. She turned to look at him before she pulled into traffic.
"Yes, for the moment Olivia." Many things had been flashed through his mind of late. Most of the images were crystal clear. One vision he had seen in the last two days was of him looking into a crib into the eyes of a brown baby with eyes the color of his. The image was another that pulled at his heart. He had seen himself making love to Olivia and not just in one instance. As for the image of the baby, he knew that it was his child he was looking at, his and Olivia's. They had a future.
Olivia was a happy as a clam before Fitzgerald Grant had gotten into her car. His words just now had made her heart beat fast. Had he seen what she had seen. In her dreams she had held a baby in her arms with eyes like his. These visions that she was seeing, they had to be an omen!
They had arrived at their destination and Olivia was paying to have her car valet parked. Fitz offered to pay of course. He had always paid for his dates once he had become a grown man. Besides he was a gentleman and a gentleman if he was capable always paid.
"No, this is a continuation of my date and I get to pay for everything tonight a well. I'm not really a struggling medical student Fitz. My tuition is paid and I receive a very sizable allowance. I haven't any bills really. If you must know my one credit card is in my name but Uncle Jim gave it to me at fifteen. He been a second father to me and he has supported me in conjunction with my family all my life. Even my own family doesn't know to the extent that he supports me. I'm grateful Fitz. It's why I indulge his concerns. He's family. I wanted you to understand our relationship. It isn't some type of sugar daddy relationship between us, he simply loves me as a daughter. He's actually my father's best friend. We aren't even blood relatives. He became godfather to me and Tommy as a choice and request from my mother."
"I see. Then I should be more grateful to Uncle Jim than I could say. He has cared for you your entire life as a father figure. His concerns for you are very legitimate. He deserves my respect and I assure you he will have it."
"Thank-you. Let's go and get our seats. We are here early specifically for a reason. I have always liked to sit in the back at movies what about you?"
"Whatever you want Olivia. I just want to be with you."
She presented their tickets and they were shown to the elevator for the ride up to the VIP Room. There were already other patrons present. Olivia spotted the area she wanted to sit in. She and Peter often sat isolated in that area. He planned it hoping to kiss her and feel her up during the movie. She wouldn't allow it even though she knew it was an area of privacy. She would listen to him beg for kisses and touches until she'd had enough. Often, she had threatened to leave.
"But everyone is doing it Olivia. People come here with their loved ones for this reason and you know it. It's not like we are going to have real sex. This is just to make our night more interesting. Come on and be a good sport."
"Peter, we go through this every time we come here. I don't care what everyone else is doing. I don't want to do it and I won't!"
He had finally figured out there would be no intimacy between them in this setting. On the occasions they went to the cinema now, they had sat with the general population. Peter was so transparent. Once he had seen that his money would get him nothing he reverted back to the "cheap seats." She was in such a good place with him out of her life.
Today was a new day and she had a new "boyfriend." One she had chosen herself and that she wanted to be with. She was excited about the prospect of she and Fitz possibly kissing and having some limited shared intimacy tonight. In fact, she was counting on it. Fitzgerald Grant, big time New York City attorney always seemed to be thrown off by the element of surprise!
"I hope you like the movie. I like the 007 series. I told you we could eat here tonight. Would you like to start with popcorn and drinks or are you ready to eat? They have a full-service menu here with some delicious food. Do you have a taste for anything?"
"Actually Olivia, our picnic was very filling for me and my hunger for food hasn't kicked in yet. What are you in the mood for? Are you hungry?" What he was hungry for was Olivia!
"No, I'm truly not hungry either. I wanted to feed you if you were hungry though. I've had the real food here a couple of times so I know that it's good. To be honest what I always order is popcorn and wine. Those are two of my favorite food groups by the way. As I said though, I've been up here before and they have several delicious entrees. If hunger hits us, we know that food is there. Sound like a plan? What about a real drink, would you care for one?"
"Sure. A scotch on the rocks please, lots of rocks."
Olivia entered the order for her popcorn and their drinks. The order returned very timely. They still had a few minutes before the movie started. Fitz placed his arm around her and his hand gently caressed her shoulder. She leaned back into the caress. He didn't let the opportunity pass. She was close enough for a kiss. He kissed her soundly and she kissed him back.
The kiss became passionate and steamy. It ended with heads close and both of them a little out of breath. Fitz turned her face to his.
"I have missed you, Olivia. It feels good to have you back in my arms. I guess I should warn you that I'm not above making out at the movies as in kissing, petting, and whatever else you will let me do! I saw that look, Olivia. I'm kidding. You're safe from any serious lechery."
"Lechery? I barely know you but I know you could never be lecherous! That look you saw, was me wondering what it would be like to make out in a movie theater. I'm adventurous but probably not that adventurous. I missed you too. I've been anxiously waiting tonight. I hope you will enjoy the movie. I'm basically a "Love Story" type of movie person. I sort of figured you for the rugged action-adventure type. The reviews for this one is pretty good. By the way if that stolen kiss we just shared is an example of your lechery, I think I'm all in!"
"Olivia Pope, what in the world am I going to do with you? Thanks for inviting me tonight. With you by my side how can this be anything but a great evening?"
"You can probably do anything you want with me eventually Mr. Grant. Popcorn?"
Fitz reached in and grabbed a small portion of the popcorn. He made a face and looked at Olivia. "What in the world is this? Where is the butter and salt? It's like eating cardboard Olivia."
"I'm sorry you don't like it. It's the only way I eat it, plain. Would you like for me to order you the heart attack version? They have it loaded with oily butter and salt on demand."
"Of course not. I only tasted the stuff because we are at the movies. I detest popcorn. I'm a potato chip guy when I allow myself to indulge in snacks, which is very rare. You enjoy your cardboard."
She smiled up at him and said, "It doesn't matter that you don't like my popcorn. I want you anyway." She placed her hand in his and turned her head back to the screen.
The movie started and they watched the opening and maybe observed parts of the plot restlessly for about forty minutes. Neither one of them cared three sheets to the wind what was on that movie screen. They had been holding hands right from the beginning. Every so often, Fitz would raise her hand to his lips and kiss it. He needed to touch her somewhere. It was like he needed to do it in order to keep his sanity. What he wanted to do was to take Olivia some place private and make love to her for hours. He laid his head back into the plush theater chair and closed his eyes. He was asking for strength to sit next to this woman for the next hour or so and curb his sexual appetite for her!
Olivia had glanced over at Fitz. Neither one of them had any idea what the hell this movie was about. All she could think about was the man sitting next to her and when he would make love to her! In her heart she suspected it was on Fitz' mind as well. This movie was probably a bad idea. Their relationship was new and volatile. It was steamy, and it was hot. They wanted to mate and they were putting it off for their individual reasons.
She knew what her real reason was for not pushing the man totally over the edge. She knew she could. She could feel her power over him. In the back of her mind, she was hoping Fitz with a gentle prod would simply take charge and make love to her. Only problem was he wasn't going to until they were in this proper setting! She cursed silently to herself in perfect English. 'What is it with this man and the proper fucking setting?' It was a rhetorical question. She knew what the proper setting was. He had told her himself. Earlier today he had whispered in her ear what awaited her when they finally got together. "I want you so much Olivia. Once I get you in my bed, I intend to fuck you for hours." His words had shocked and intrigued her.
In the meantime, she was trying to figure out a way to tell him that she was a twenty-three-year-old virgin before they got to the real serious part of this piece. She had participated in enough hardcore sports activity that she had assumed her hymen had long been displaced but it wasn't. She had ridden horses since she was a teen. She ridden a regular bike all over this island before moving on to her Harley. She had done gymnastics. She was on both the swim team and tennis team at university. The old wives' tale wasn't true, strenuous physicality didn't displace hymens! During her most recent OB-GYN exam she had asked her physician about the status of the piece of tissue out of curiosity. She had been advised that the membrane was still there though not in its original form. It was in fact partially torn but not totally displaced. Even examination over the years with the speculum hadn't fully displaced it.
When Fitz had placed her hand over his erection earlier today, what she had felt was nothing similar to what Peter Hansen had placed in her hand. Olivia had studied medicine and she had known that penile sizes would vary. She had seen the evidence during her training. Darcie had assured her that size did matter within the sexual realm and she suspected that it would. Deductive reasoning made her conclude she could expect considerable pain during her first sexual encounter on two counts. She was indeed a virgin and the phallus of Fitzgerald Grant had uncommon girth! Olivia was enough of a scientist to know that during intercourse the body of a woman would make the adjustment to the size of their partners. So, she wasn't really that concerned about it. She would adjust. She simply needed to tell him the truth. Hymens were something that couples discussed all the time, right?
"Would you like another drink? Or something else? Food?"
"Sure, another Scotch. And no, I'm still not hungry for food."
Olivia put in their order and sat back in her chair. She knew Fitz was watching a movie that he wasn't really seeing because she was as well. The only thing she knew with certainty about this movie was the name of the star. In reference to that star, she was sure about two other things as well. The man sitting next to her was more handsome and was definitely much sexier! Their drinks came and Olivia all but gulped hers down. She had noticed that Fitz only sipped Scotch and he did it slowly and sexy.
Olivia put her glass in the holder on the chair and she took the glass out of Fitz' hand. He turned around and looked at her again. He couldn't look at her without wanting her so he had pretended interest in the movie and had been staring straight ahead. She pulled his mouth to hers and poured all of her pent-up feeling into the kiss. It was pitch black in the theater except for the lighting one produced from making orders or from the screen. Olivia was still feeling bold. His shirt had the first three or four buttons undone anyway. His hairy chest had intrigued her on sight. She wanted to run her fingers through it. She did! Her hand raked through the silky-fine hairs until she found his bare nipples. Her hand went from one to the other rubbing them until they hardened. Then she pinched them trying mimic some of what he had done to her earlier today. She wasn't bold enough to place her mouth there yet. She heard his swift intake of breath. He hissed just like a snake.
"Olivia, he whispered. God, I want to touch you."
"Kiss me Fitz. Touch me if you want. You have my permission."
And kiss her he did. He began to devour her. It was almost as if he might swallow her whole. And touch her he did! His free hand cupped her breast through the thin summer fabric. He had gone from breast to breast, caressing and molding. He could feel her pebbled nipples through the fabric. She didn't have on a bra again. His lust had caught fire. However, he was mindful of where they were. They weren't alone but they were under the cover of darkness and the next closest patrons were at minimum twenty seats from them on all sides. There were at best five different groups of people in here and none of them were interested in what the other was doing. He deepened the kiss. Their tongues were mating, dueling. He mimicked motions as old as time as he plundered her mouth. After mere seconds or an eternity, he wasn't sure; he moved away from her mouth for a second to breathe. Olivia had called out his name as if it were a plea. "Fitz, don't leave me, she whispered." Her hand migrated from his chest to lie atop of his erection. She ran her fingers down the length of him.
"Geez, Olivia. You can't possibly know how much I want you or what your touch does to me."
"I seriously doubt that it is any more than I want you. I crave your touch as well." She had thought his hand might cover hers.
His hand didn't cover hers, instead he brought it to his lips and placed the lightest of kisses upon it. "I think I've fallen in love with you Olivia. I think it is a done deal. All I think about is you."
Olivia smiled up at him and cradled his face in both of her hands. "I think I love you too. Everything is happening between us so quickly but it's nothing that I do not want. All I have thought of myself these last two days, is you."
"Tonight, I will leave your uncle's resort Olivia."
"You are going back to Grantiosity?"
"No, my administrative assistant is booking rooms for me elsewhere as we speak. By tomorrow night I will be firmly situated in another resort. After we leave the party tomorrow night, I'm hoping you will choose to return with me there. Tomorrow night I want us to delight in the joy of each other's bodies. Would you like to do that Olivia? Will you lie down with me and let me make love to you and you in return make love to me?
"I want that more than anything Fitz. I want to know if my dreams at all compare to the real thing."
"Dreams are fine and dandy but take my word for it Olivia, there's nothing like the real thing!"
He kissed her again ratcheting up the heat. He couldn't help himself he wanted to touch her core. His hand found his way underneath her dress. His hand went where he wanted it to go and she didn't stop him. His hand sought out her mons thinking he would most likely find fabric impeding what he wanted to do and he would come to his senses! There wasn't any fabric, what he touched was the black as coal pubic hair he had seen earlier today. That touch had jolted him back to reality. What the hell was he doing? This was no way to conduct a love affair. He had told Olivia he would honor her every day of their relationship. Even if this was something they both wanted this was improper behavior for a movie theater! Tomorrow night after they left Grantiosity, they would be all alone to do whatever their hearts desired. Their foreheads met and he simply held her in his arms.
"Olivia?" He waited for her to answer him.
"Yes Fitz." She knew he had discovered her surprise.
"This habit of yours of not wearing underwear isn't very nice. It entices me to do things, things I have no business doing in improper settings. They are very, very naughty things."
"Fitz, I admit I'm braless but I do have on panties. Actually, it's a thong. It's a skimpy one but it is a thong. I just wanted to let you know I was ready. And Fitz, I think I like naughty things.
He said a quick prayer and looked up to see the movie credits were rolling. He needed them to be rolling so they could leave this place. He understood that Olivia was only trying to let him know she was ready and wanted him as much as he wanted her. As he had said earlier today, he was only a man. No matter what type of mastery and control he thought he had over his body, with this woman, he didn't! He had never been in love before and he had never had this type of deep need for anyone. This was very new territory for him.
"Olivia let's sit here and watch these credits. I'm not even sure I can stand up right now. You do things to me in ways I can't even comprehend. If you have any plans after tomorrow or even the next few days, I would suggest you cancel them. I discourage lies on all levels Olivia; they aren't a good thing but you need to tell your parents and uncle something that will satisfy them as to your absence for the next few days. I don't think the truth will make them happy. A short vacation with your friend Darcie perhaps? You need to study for exams? You need to come up with something Olivia because I honestly don't know when I will let you go."
Olivia was laughing out loud until she truly understood that Fitzgerald Grant was as serious as a heart attack. He fully intended to keep her with him for days on end. She was going on holiday with the man of her dreams in his suite of rooms starting tomorrow night!
