Chapter 27—Power, Greed, and Love
8 years ago-somewhere private in DC
Commander Logan, well on his way up the ranks in Naval Aviation arranged a secret sit down meeting with a few members of Congress and some senior advisors to the president. The presidential election was heating up and it was just around the corner, almost 6 months away.
It was imperative the Republican hold commander in chief of our country, and something had to be done, some military action to show that the United States needed their leader to continue to sit on his throne in Washington DC.
It had been ordered to Commander Logan to lead a team from Congress and seek advice from the President's people to navigate something so Republicans held their ground. Logan didn't ask questions, he didn't ask how far up the chain this went, but Commander Logan was determined to get this right. He was sure Chief of Naval Operations was in his future under this president. Selling his soul for this mission had to be worth it.
Senator from California and Majority Leader Republican Fitzgerald Grant the Second was sitting to the right of Commander Logan. Their children had been dating a little over a month and they had met through them at a function in Santa Barbara. "Big Gerry" as he was known to his friends in DC did not know why he was involved in this meeting, but he humored himself to go. He figured everyone was kissing his ass in DC already, what's a few more puppets? He was exceptionally intrigued when two of the President's Senior advisors walked in.
George Norwicki had been the President's best friend since high school. It was highly rumored that Norwicki would become Chief of Staff once President Turner was voted in, but Norwicki declined and was put on staff as a senior advisor. When asked why, he said he could do much more out of the spotlight of the press. That alone was a red flag for Grant against this guy.
Nathaniel Kelly was second to Norwicki. The two of them were inseparable and when Big Gerry would see them enter the Capitol Building, he wondered if there was something more going on in their relationship than just being the top advisors. That would not be a good look for the Republican party. Big Gerry couldn't easily be fooled, so he went on his belief that Nathan and George were more than just friends. He put on a condescending smirk every time he ran into the two of them, knowing how much that look bothered them.
Senator from Arizona and Republican Whip Jonathan Stapleton was also invited to the meeting. Jon and Big Gerry had been friends for many years, having been elected to the Senate the same year and having the same views on every issue. Together they gained respect of their fellow Senate Republicans and made their way up in Congress.
Now they both served as the highest decision makers for the most powerful country in the world. Big Gerry decides what gets brought to the floor and he usually doesn't do anything without the approval of his best friend and confidant Jonathan.
"Ok, Logan, I don't want any long lectures just get right to it, I am in no mood for military games or instructions about airplanes. What does the military want and how much is it going to cost?" Big Gerry did not like being summoned to meetings he didn't control nor was he a fan of the Commander regardless of what his naïve son was doing with this guy's daughter.
Logan wasted no time meeting Big Gerry's request. He plopped a big ass folder in front of him and Big Gerry looked at him. "What the fuck is this, don't you dare plop anything in front of my face again." He pushed the folder to the side having no interest what was inside of it.
Norwicki laughed out loud and Big Gerry looked at him. "You are finding something funny over there?"
Norwicki just shook his head. "No, Grant, I am just thinking of when you are finally defeated. I can't wait to celebrate that moment."
"Whatever that is supposed to mean, I am going ignore that comment Mr. Freaky. Now Logan, I am not reading a thousand documents, I will say it slowly, what. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?"
Jonathan nodded to Logan to just get right to it and Nathan waited in anticipation. "We are going to need funds for a military attack to happen a few months before the election. It's going to happen in Iraq after we stage an American attack on our soil, blame it on Muslim Extremists, and have no choice but to show how badass our President is."
Big Gerry sat up in his seat, glanced over at Jon, and threw his thumb in the direction of Logan. He was saying, with gesture, can you believe this guy?
"So, in other words, you want me to bring up a bill for a military strike to happen because of something that didn't happen yet. Americans on our soil could be killed, innocent Muslims will be accused, and then you want American soldiers to begin more conflict in Iraq to kill more Iraqi citizens? Yeah, sounds great where's the dotted line?"
Logan looked confusingly at Norwicki and Kelly. Norwicki leaned forward. "You know Grant, it's going to be in your best interest to hear out this plan."
"First of all," Logan chimed in, "no American civilians will be killed. This is going to be a failed attempt and it will scare enough of the country. Our citizens will want to want to retaliate."
Gerry glanced over at Jonathan who just shook his head in disbelief. "So, in other words, you want me to eventually cause our President, or all of us for that matter, to face charges of treason down the line? Seriously Logan is this what you had this ridiculous secret meeting for?" He looked back at Jonathan and tilted his head towards the door.
"Have fun wiping your ass with this boys", Gerry tossed the folder filled with papers towards the middle of the table, as he motioned to get up, Jonathan following his lead. When a few papers fell out, Big Gerry froze for a second and looked at one in particular.
"Yeah, sit your ass down Grant," Logan instructed the Senator who did not respond in any way to his request.
Instead, Big Gerry stared at the Naval Academy graduation picture of his son that fell out of the folder. "You son of a bitch." Big Gerry brought his fist back to punch Logan square across the face and when his right hand landed on Logan's left cheek bone, the Commander went down hard, causing his face to slit open and bleed out.
Jonathan couldn't grab Gerry fast enough and pushed him against the wall to calm him down. While his best friend was holding him back from killing a Commander in the Navy, it was then Gerry realized his son had been played. Natalie was a piece in her father's sick game, and he had no way of gaining any trust in his son to believe such a ludicrous accusation.
Present Day-Log cabin—final day
Olivia was never afraid of Fitz, had no reason to ever be afraid of him. Even with all the anger he showed in front her, his aggression she had seen, and his PTSD episodes, she had never been afraid. But now, she was afraid. She was afraid he would wake up. She was afraid he would want more sex and she was afraid she would have no choice but to fall victim to that request, because it was just so good.
This guy lying next to her in his peaceful slumber was unleashed just a few hours ago. The way he made love to her, four fucking times, was simply mind blowing. She never really thought he would take her up on her offer that she owed him four more, that "joke" she made in the limo, but was she wrong.
Although never being a mother, Olivia now understood why new mothers did not move once their baby fell asleep next to them. Afraid of waking the baby and becoming exhausted again, a new mother could lay motionless for hours since the slightest move could cause a cry of hunger.
Olivia felt like a new mother, not wanting to move because her baby, Fitz, would wake with a cry of hunger, a hunger for more sex. Geez, she thought, she lost count of her orgasms, and she never saw him as relentless as he was.
They had a sex marathon, and when the light finally broke through the sky, signaling the new day of a new year, Fitz finally had exhausted himself. Olivia had been exhausted but kept going because it felt so fucking amazing. The way he loved her, showed his love for her, and held her after each round, just caused a weakness in her soul she never could have imagined. Fitzgerald Grant had a way with her, and she did love every minute of it, but just like that new mother loves every inch of her new baby, she needed a break.
She scanned the room with her eyes. The clothes still thrown right by the door, ripped off, as promised as soon as they entered the cabin at 230 in the morning. Liv began thinking of a few hours ago.
They began with an attack on each other's mouths the hunger for each other just being instinct.
She stared at the door remembering how her back banged up against it when Fitz's kiss got truly passionate. He stopped, swallowed, and apologized ten times. She had to reassure him she was fine. He apologized again and just repeated how much he wanted her.
He unzipped the long zipper after turning her around and glided the dress off her shoulders. It fell slowly to the ground, and he stared at her in her black lace bra and matching panties. He began with love bites on the side of her back and worked his way up to her neck.
When he got to her neck, his erection was pounding out of his pants, and although Olivia was supposed to rip him out of the tux, he held her bent in place and reached to loosen his pants, he needed this erection inside of her. He forgot about his belt and Liv heard the zipper come apart with a small rip, and Fitz grabbed the condom packet from his pocket before letting the pants fall.
He pulled out his bulging erection rolled on the condom and moved Olivia's panties to the side. "You ready Livvie?"
"I was supposed to rip your tux, you beat me to it." Her hands rested on the door as she waited for what was coming.
"You'll have plenty more to rip off," His words vibrated in her ear causing shockwaves down her body, and she could feel her juices stir below.
Finally, she felt him enter her, and she gasped out in pleasure. He went right in, a glide that pushed him in deep. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed himself in and out of his love, as he noticed her pull her bra off to caress her own nipple.
"So hot Livvie," through his deep breaths, and pumps and Olivia was lost in her orgasm as her head flipped back and her one hand still pushed hard against the door.
He felt her legs weaken and wrapped his arm around her waist. "You didn't wait for me Livvie, but I am not stopping."
Liv caught her breath, "don't stop Fitz, go deeper."
As she said the words, she regretted it because his hand went on to her hip. One on her hip, one on her shoulder and he continued to pound her from behind, and her moans were loud, as she felt her knees weaken again.
"Fitz, hold onto to me because…" She couldn't finish the words as her second orgasm overtook her and her head went down in weakness. He moved his finger to her mouth, and she sucked it as it entered, filling it with her saliva.
A few more thrusts and Olivia felt the warmth of his orgasm through the condom. He rested his head on her back and caught his breath. He pulled out slowly and turned her around to face him. "You are so incredible", he said to her as her head fell weakly to his chest.
She opened her eyes back up still not moving and looked down at Fitz. He was cuddled up on her chest. She had every desire to rub his back, and comfort those scars, just like he did to her a few hours ago. He gave her a lesson in self-worth, and she found herself loving him more. This man made her heart explode with love.
Her eyes followed the trail from the door to the stairs and she looked up. The upstairs bedroom, that's where he took her after the first round, and he was determined to prove how much he loved her scars as much as he loved her.
8 years ago-Pentagon, Commander Logan's office.
Big Gerry was sitting with Jonathan across from the Commander. He still had stitches on his face where he hit the floor three days ago after Gerry punched him. Gerry didn't regret it one bit. This asshole that called himself a United States soldier was organizing a Senate coup, and Gerry was in the middle of it.
"Gentleman, glad you could join me. I take it we are all ears now?" Logan grinned in satisfaction.
"Not agreement, Logan, don't mistake my being here for agreement. You are a traitor and a despicable human. So cut to the chase."
He handed the papers over for both men to observe the plan. At the Golden Nugget in Downtown Las Vegas, an explosive of exceptional magnitude will be discovered. The bomb squad will have tried, but not be successful in defusing the device. The vicinity would be cleared, no civilians would be close, and when the bomb does detonate, it will cause significant damage to the building. Gerry read this in disbelief and wanted no part of it.
"There will be two individuals on camera fleeing the scene sometime before the bomb is discovered. We'll treat this much like the Boston Marathon explosion and get the pictures of the guys out to the media. The individuals will be inmates already in our custody, so there will be a small man hunt, in which our special forces will come out looking like heroes." Logan was talking as if he was proud of his plan.
Gerry tossed the paper on to the Commander's desk. "You are a fucking sick asshole. Why don't you just let the voters decide without prejudice who the next leader will be, why are you doing this, you have no confidence in Turner to win a second term?"
Jonathan rattled off Turner's approval ratings. "Overall, he's at a 52%, which isn't bad. The right campaigning around the country those numbers can go up. We shouldn't make a hot spot like Vegas look weak. That will scare tourists away."
"No, it will make the country realize we are still vulnerable. Unless the leadership stays intact, we will be facing dangers like this constantly. With a democrat having a chance to win the Presidency, more extremists will be let into the country. Just do your part on the Senate floor."
"You know what Logan, go fuck yourself. I am not playing any part in this. I don't want to endanger lives of innocent people because you have no faith in the current president. You aren't getting your seat as Chief of Naval Operations, who are you kidding? Stop wasting my fucking time." Gerry got up to leave.
"Fitz leaves in three weeks. He's going to back to Iraq. We have a mission for him. He's one of the best, if not the best pilot in the Navy right now. He should be getting his deployment papers in", Logan looked at his watch, "twenty minutes."
Jonathan stood up this time in anger. "Fitz had two tours already, it'll be suspicious if you send him again. What's the mission?" Gerry could sense the fear in Jon's voice, and it was causing him concern.
Logan pulled out a folder with a dark red stamp marked CLASSIFIED. Jonathan, being a pilot in the Air Force looked at it. He showed it to Gerry, but it was a different language to Gerry. Jonathan explained the mission to Gerry.
He tossed the folder back to Logan. "You're putting the life of a young Navy pilot in danger for what, a useless piece of land in Iraq, some macho ego stunt in America, that flight plan better be no different than what's stated, otherwise,"….
"Otherwise, what Stapleton. This has nothing to do with the other plan. We have significant intelligence that Iraq is creating long range missiles in this hotspot compound. Fitz is the most gifted pilot we have. We need that done quick before anymore weapons are made. He will hit the targets head on. We are looking at deployment of six months tops. I wouldn't be surprised if he did in three. So, see, the election is far off, and he should be back in time to vote."
Jonathan explained the mission to Gerry. "It's a compound 20 miles outside of Iraq. It's believed, through intelligence, that weapons, long range missiles are being made there. Fitz would be backed up by two other pilots as he went in and destroyed the compound from above." Jonathan didn't see anything suspicious about the mission. It had been discussed for years that Iraq was a hotspot for missile making.
"So, his buddies Sam and Devon will be his backup? And Natalie?"
Logan shook his head. "They are needed here. I know, it's going to look bad that it won't be them, but we are giving Fitz his time to go to Devon's wedding. Fitz and Natalie will spend time together there. You think I would jeopardize my daughter's happiness? But in the meantime, Gerry, we need you to start talking up military funds on the Senate floor. With your son deployed it will look like the perfect reason. Your own son, over there fighting for us, we need funds."
Gerry got up to leave. He didn't acknowledge Logan at all, didn't trust him for shit. Gerry would start talking alright, but it will be about the unfair deployment of his son. He called Fitz immediately and asked him to come out to Santa Barbara right away.
Present day: Their Log Cabin
As Fitz continued to sleep peacefully in the arms of Olivia, Liv still lay motionless thinking about their second go round. This one was a bit more emotional and much gentler than the first round.
Fitz went to discard his condom as Liv was left standing there, completely naked. It brought her back to when she revealed her scars, and she was unknowingly covering up her chest in her train of thought. She was looking at the floor, head down, in a complete daydream of when she pulled her shirt off and showed Fitz her body.
Fitz saw her standing there, covering herself, and he never wanted her to feel the least bit uncomfortable about her scars. He remembered their discussion the other morning, how it was hard for her to look in the mirror.
He grabbed a few more condoms, just in case, and he walked to Olivia. He startled her out of her daydream and moved her hands from her scars. "Don't cover up around me Livvie, I love all of you."
She ran her fingers through his hair as he put his now familiar soft wet kisses on her stomach. In a quick motion, he scooped her up and met her lips as he carried her to and up the spiral staircase. Liv's lips locked hard around his as she welcomed his carrying of her. Through the motion, she stayed in a deep make out session with him.
When he placed her down, they were in front of the body length mirror in the bedroom upstairs. He stood behind her, as she looked at herself in the mirror and then looked away. He took her chin, using the mirror as a guide and turned her eyes back to look.
"For me to be able to love all of you, Livvie, you have to love all of yourself."
Liv looked at him through the mirror and tears filled her eyes. He took her hand and placed it on her jagged scar. He rubbed her hand up and down over it, gently, and Liv felt the piece of glass shatter on her skin so many years ago, and she let out a sob.
"It's ok, Livvie, I know it hurt, but we can comfort that hurt now. Look how beautiful you are, baby." He took her hand and moved it along her stomach, and with his other hand he wiped her tears away.
As he brought her hand up above her breasts, he rubbed it along the scars there. "All of this is all of you, and I love all of you Livvie. These are yours and you are mine."
Liv watched as her hand rubbed over the scars. "I don't remember how I got these. The doctors said it was from the surgery. Some other scars cleared up, but these had bigger glass in there. I was in surgery for six hours and didn't wake up for 20 days." She felt Fitz's warm lips meet her neck.
Liv continued. "They kept me in a coma because they had to keep going in to make sure no shards were left. It could have infected my bloodstream. My mother told me she thought I wouldn't make it." Fitz turned her and pulled her to his chest.
As he hugged her close, she reached over and grabbed the handle of a big mirror. She turned Fitz around and when she held the mirror up, his scars were visible to him and her.
She rubbed her hand over each of them. She glided her finger over the top one, the biggest one. "That's when Huck told me to stop fighting back, or it would get worse. I didn't believe him, then, I found out he was right."
Liv moved her hand over the second and stopped on the third and last scar. "That one hurt the most. That's the one that broke me, Liv, that's the one that made me a coward. I screamed in agony." She could hear him hold back his cry, and she put the mirror down.
"You are not a coward, and you never were. I love all of you too Fitz. Your suffering was much harder than mine. I promise you; I will never be ashamed again. For the pain you encountered, I will embrace my body and love all of me like I love all of you."
Fitz had it. He put his arms around her and dipped her to the floor. He began at her waist and kissed his way up, heavy breaths, as she massaged his back, taking in all the comfort he was giving her. "No more pain for us Livvie, we leave here later tonight with our emotional pain gone. Promise me."
She looked into his grey lusty eyes. "I promise Fitz. I love you, baby."
His lips devoured hers, her tongue entered his mouth. He worked his way to her breast, and Liv looked in the mirror. He was going to make love to her, right in front of the mirror. This was so fucking hot, and Liv picked up the condom packet.
"Cover up that big baby and get it inside me."
Fitz couldn't get the condom on fast enough to fulfill her order.
The gentleness of how he entered her, and most of the time while he was inside her, slow thrusts as her hands never left his back, their lips were locked. It was love making to the finest, with just moans and breathing as Liv took the love her life deep inside her, at times glancing to the mirror to see his perfect body move in unison with hers as they both met their climax together.
Santa Barbara-three days from deployment
Big Gerry sat with his only son. He was so worried and angry about his deployment, but he wouldn't let Fitz see that. Instead of acting like a father, he acted like he always did, like a big bully wanting to feel superior to Fitz.
Big Gerry heard the words exit his mouth, "carry a gun, kill yourself, military secrets." He didn't even hear the complete sentences coming out. He knew the words were coming out all wrong because he saw the hurt on Fitz's face.
He could only imagine what Fitz thought of him, their relationship never being good at all, but this was different, and Gerry was in an unfamiliar territory, but he didn't know how to ask for help. It wasn't in his blood. So, he did it the Grant way and just shot insults.
"Natalie," Big Gerry began.
"Don't, dad, don't bring her name up. She didn't come with me because she thought we needed time together before the deployment. I should be with her now, but I am here with you, so let's just stop the insults. Nothing is going to change, let's just do a few rounds of golf and we'll say our goodbyes."
Big Gerry wanted so much to tell Fitz he thought this whole thing was a setup, but Fitz would just take it the wrong way. Gerry felt in his gut his son was in more danger than he could imagine, but there was no convincing Fitz. He tried one last tactic to try to get Fitz to question his deployment.
"Devon and Sam going with you overseas?"
Fitz took a deep breath. "No, they let Devon take some time for his honeymoon and Sam is doing work for the Aviation dept. at the Pentagon. I'll get the flight plan and mission when I land in on the ship in Iraq."
Gerry saw the trust his son had in the Navy. He is loyal, more loyal to the Navy than he was to his own father, but that was Big Gerry's fault. Gerry couldn't help but think he was playing a part in some wicked demise of his son's life, and it crushed what little soul he had left in him.
Present Day-Log Cabin
Liv was still shocked that Fitz was still sleeping. She was grateful, but shocked. He must really be tired, she thought. She still didn't want to move, but her eyes drifted back up the stairs as she thought of their third round for the night.
Her eyes closed and she smiled. If you told her five months ago, she would be going on her third sexual encounter in the same night she would have laughed. Technically, though it wasn't third, counting the limo, it was four. Damn, Fitzgerald, she thought to herself.
They lay peacefully on the upstairs queen-sized bed. Fitz lying on his stomach and Liv lying on her stomach, but on his back. Their scars connecting, skin to skin, and Liv's hands were running through his curls as he faced the side, eyes closed in comfort.
Liv's other hand was interlocked with his and her head rested on his shoulder blades. She took a deep breath and just wondered how far they had come and how they had gotten here in such a short time. She had no regrets anymore. Although their time in the cabin was ending in a few hours, she couldn't take away what this little place would hold in her heart forever.
She looked down at Fitz, she thought he was drifting to sleep, when his voice filled the room "What are you thinking about Livvie?"
Liv just shrugged. She put some soft kisses on his neck, down to his shoulder blades, and rested her head once again. "Fitz, you have any regrets joining the Navy. I know you could never fathom what would happen to you, but do you? Do you have any regrets?"
Fitz wriggled his fingers with hers. She could see him thinking and his thumb rubbed over hers. "No, I honestly don't have any regrets. For two years sitting with only my thoughts I wondered how things would have been different if I didn't join the Navy. I would have been a political pawn having to do what my father did most of his life, and that wasn't me. Besides the captivity, I wouldn't have changed anything else."
Liv slumped a bit. "Not even Natalie?" She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, almost angry that Fitz didn't hold any ill will towards her. Liv despised a woman she didn't even know because she left him in the most dreadful time of his life.
"I don't regret my relationship with Natalie, I regret never digging deeper. What kind of love did she think we had that she couldn't wait for me? I know now it wasn't meant to be, but to regret it, no, because I found what it was like to love."
"So, you genuinely loved her?" Liv was still rubbing his curls and Fitz closed his eyes.
He shrugged, moving Liv's body with his shoulders as he did so. "The love I feel for you, the love I have for you, I can say now Natalie couldn't compare. For a brief time, I may have been in love with her, but I have never felt love the way I feel it with you, so I don't really know how to answer that."
"Fitz, you said you didn't want to be a political pawn, but what if all this comes out and that's exactly what you were, but in a different manner. Would you be able to handle that? I am afraid of the truth, especially if it exposes powerful people." She wished she could be looking at him, but this talk was cleansing.
"Whatever is going to come out, it's about time. I will be able to handle things, I guess time would tell. Speaking of time, we have so little left here Liv, until we go back to NY for a week then to Rutland." He got up on all fours and Liv giggled, she held on to his shoulders as he lifted her on his back.
"That giggle will be the death of me, it's the cutest sound I have ever heard. That's one of the things that made me fall in love with you that first night, that darn little chuckle." He swiftly turned and Liv fell on her back down onto the bed, and he was over her looking in her eyes.
"Don't ever feel jealous of what I had with Natalie. That's long history, you are my life now, and you are my future." His eyes never left hers and Liv shook her head. He bent down for what Liv thought was kiss, but his lips enclosed her left breast, and her arousal was instantaneous.
He didn't stop there, as his mouth devoured her nipple, his fingers reached down and felt how wet she was for him. She heard him moan in pleasure as his mouth left her breast and he made his way down. "You are always so ready for me Livvie, and two of his fingers entered her, as her head went to the side, enjoying the feeling.
Soon, he exchanged his fingers for his tongue, and Liv's body arched to welcome the sensation she was feeling. "Fitz, that feels…" and she felt his tongue enter her as his thumb rubbed her clit. Her heart started to beat faster, and her hand gripped the pillow next to her as her other hand pulled his curls.
She found her body moving up, pressing more against his mouth as she moaned. His tongue was now moving up and down and then it rested right on the top of her clit, dancing in a circular motion. Liv felt the explosion slowly rising in her body, and her arch weakened, as she called his name, incoherently, as another orgasm zapped through her body.
She opened her eyes to Fitz smiling down at her. "Just beautiful. I could watch that all day." She rested her forehead against his chest and let out a small moan.
"Is there such as thing as too many orgasms death? Fitzgerald, you are killing me tonight." She looked back up at him, and their lips met once more, and she was able to taste herself on his lips. Her hand guided her way down to his erection as she rubbed it up and down, now it was his turn to moan.
She made some love bites and kisses down to engulf him in her mouth and Fitz had a grip on her hair. He pulled her hair as her mouth soaked him up and down and she used her fingers to caress his balls. She didn't think he knew how hard he was pulling her hair, but it kept her mouth going deeper to cover all of him.
She finally stopped, looked up at him, his eyes closed his head tilted back, and it was Liv's best view ever, seeing him so weak because of her. She went back down on him beginning at the tip and gently using her teeth to give soft bites to the rock-hard organ.
The moan that came from him was loud, almost painful and Liv quickly covered her lips around him and felt him weakening. He was close to the back of her throat when he came, and Liv never stopped going up and down through it all.
He loosened his grip on her hair, breathing deeply and she could feel the sweat on his chest, as she put her head on it as his breathing calmed down.
After about five minutes, he asked if she would like water, as he was going to get some. Liv nodded her head "yes please" she whispered with exhaustion.
"Night's still young Livvie, still have another hour before sunrise. Don't fall asleep just yet." He laughed as he heard her moan in protest and he left to get some cold water.
Capitol Building—The day after the capture of Fitzgerald Grant the III-6 months before Election Day
Norwicki, Kelly, and Logan all entered Big Gerry's Senate office. He was not expecting them, and when he looked up from his desk, he was about to push the button for his secretary to have them removed.
"Ahh," Norwicki warned, "I wouldn't do that, not before you see our surprise for you."
Gerry looked at Logan holding a red folder, and his stomach dropped. He immediately thought of Fitz and although he felt the blood drain from his face, he wasn't letting them get the best of him.
"Look, you want conflict so bad, have your boy Turner invoke Article II, wouldn't that make his balls look presidential?"
They all seemed to chuckle in unison. Logan stepped closer to his desk and Gerry looked up at him. "Take one step closer, you're going to have a matching scar on the other side of your face. You three get the fuck out of my office."
He saw Logan pull the contents of the folder out, and Gerry though for sure he would see the dead body of Fitz. He took a hard swallow to brace himself, but what he saw was the same flight plan he had seen the other day.
"What the fuck is this? You showed this to me already."
"Yes, but it's here, you see, Fitz never got this flight plan. I mean how could he if the original is here. "Instead," Logan took out another piece of paper, "he got this one."
Gerry looked down at the two and even to an amateur's eye like his own he could tell they didn't match. "What the hell did you do to him?"
Norwicki was the one who stepped up now and dropped three pictures, 8x10, glossy on Gerry's desk. Gerry looked down to see Fitz's downed plane, his limp body in the sand being dragged by Iraqi soldiers, and Fitz handcuffed to a bed in a dirt cell.
Norwicki took pleasure in seeing Gerry squirm. "He isn't dead, not yet, but you may want to start drafting that bill and get the money for the attack. The bomb is ready at the Golden Nugget, set to go off 0n order. Get moving there Grant. We'll be in touch."
Gerry rubbed his hand over his face, and he stared at the pictures. He shook his head in defeat. He tried for three days, calling everyone at the Pentagon and screaming at them about Fitz's deployment. He had Samuel try to stop it, but he couldn't. He called Devon, interrupting his honeymoon, asking if he had any suggestions. No one could stop the deployment.
Now, looking down at these pictures, he felt sick. He picked up the one where Fitz was handcuffed. "Damn, boy, why did you have to join the fucking Navy." For the first time in his life, Fitzgerald Grant the Second was moved to sobs, uncontrollable sobs, as he only imagined the torture his son was going to face for the price of power and greed.
Present Day-Log Cabin
Liv moved her eyes towards the stairs again. The body pillow was still lying on the stairs, and it brought Liv back to just a few hours ago. The sex they had on that pillow was by far the most mind blowing one for her since she started making love to Fitz.
He must have set the pillow up after he got the water. It was a firm body length pillow that was on the love seat. It now rested on the stairs where the spiral ended, and the bottom few became straight.
After Liv drank her cup of water, in one sip, she was finding it hard to keep her eyes opened. "Let's go downstairs, Livvie, that bed is bigger."
Liv nodded, but couldn't really move, her body weak, it had been a long day and night, and now almost day again. Fitz picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and she rested her head against his chest, arms around his neck.
She felt him stop on the stairs and lay her on the body pillow. She looked around. "Fitz, what the hell…" and she looked at him, his eyes filled with lust, all for her.
"Four times ", he said, "that's what you said." He rolled the condom on and without any foreplay or any warning, he went deep into her in one quick thrust."
"Ahhhh, Fitz, oh my God." The pillow gave him leverage, and it almost felt like they were making love standing up. She gripped his ass in her hands, pushing him deeper into her.
He was looking down at her, and she felt his body move faster. The stamina he had; he didn't even look tired. "You like this Livvie?", he grunted, "this feels so good, baby, so deep." He kept thrusting as his head rested in the crook of her neck.
"I will never get enough of you." He was still thrusting, grunting louder.
Liv believed those words and was beginning to think he wasn't going to stop at round four. She focused on his pounding of her, hearing his body slap against hers, and as he adjusted his hips, he hit her spot. Her head tilted back, not expecting it and her nails dug into his ass. Her orgasm hit her hard, and her body shook for a good half a minute as her eyes could not stay open with such an explosion. She could feel her toes curl and she brought them up around his waist.
He didn't even seem to tire out as he grabbed one of her breasts in his mouth. As he popped it out, he looked at her, saw how weak her face was, but this felt so good, so deep, he needed to empty himself.
"One more Livvie, come on, baby, you have one more for me?"
He pumped faster and he watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and he felt her legs around him weaken and drop as her body shook on the pillow, giving off the longest orgasm she had all night. Her hands were on his shoulders almost ready to push him off, she couldn't take much more.
"Livvie," he grunted, "I love you so much Olivia Pope." And he reached his powerful explosion, his body shaking also, and he fell into her chest, breathing rapidly.
Once their bodies hit regular heartbeat, Fitz cleaned off and came back. He carried her towards the bed and stopped to look out the window. "Look Livvie, daylight, we made love all night." It's as if he wanted a gold medal for this accomplishment.
Liv's head wasn't on the pillow yet when she was fast asleep. Fitz leaned over and kissed her gently on her forehead as his sleep overtook him immediately as well.
The sun was rising on a new year. Fitz was sleeping peacefully in the arms of the woman he would love for the rest of his life. The scars he carried from being captured a long distance from his thoughts, as he was beginning the happiness of his life with Olivia.
Liv looked at the clock. They had slept well into the afternoon. It was 1:30, and she felt Fitz stir in her arms. She looked down as their eyes met. "Hi", he said groggily.
"Hi", she said cautiously.
Fitz reached up and kissed her cheek and rolled to face the ceiling, not one part of his body touching her. Liv took a deep sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You didn't wake up with an erection. I don't know if I should be insulted or relieved."
"Why, are you afraid I will want to…."
Liv covered his lips with her finger. "Stop, yes, afraid. That's what I am, we need a sex break today."
Fitz laughed. "A sex break? God, Livvie, I love you so much. Fine, a sex break. Just to clarify, that over there," he pointed to the door, "that was jealous Fitz sex. I was jealous that dress was wrapped around you and not me.
He moved closer to her ear, "the mirror upstairs, that was comforting Fitz sex." The bed upstairs, our oral, that was fan of Liv sex, and", his voice right in her ear now, and Olivia felt chills as his voice vibrated. "The stairs, that was giving Fitz." He pulled back and looked at her.
Her eyes were closed and he could tell he weakened her. She felt her core aching, but she couldn't give in. She just asked for a sex break. "Thank you for clarifying that." She said with about as much strength as someone who just ran a 25 mile marathon.
"They'll be time tonight in NY. By then, sex break will be over." He got up and headed to the kitchen pulling on his boxers. "Let's eat, we'll need our energy for later."
Liv turned and planted her face in her pillow and let out a muffled scream. This man was insatiable.
Present Day-DC and Rutland
Much to the dismay of the people who planned his demise so many years ago, Fitz did not give in to his torture, and now two cowards by the names of Logan and Kelly were beginning to worry.
Kelly was retired, doing some consultant interviews on policies here and there, but could still face treason for the role he played.
Logan was still Chief of Naval Operations, having been able to survive a new President, although now a Democrat. He had too much to risk if the truth about Fitz came out.
Norwicki, the mastermind behind it all, had a massive heart attack two months ago and died on the rug in his DC house, alone and decomposing for a week before he was discovered.
Logan and Kelly now were in a frenzy. The classified original flight plan had gone missing, Fitz had been all over the news as the owner of his baseball team, and these two men knew it was only a matter of time that the younger Grant would figure it out. For some reason, they didn't think Fitzgerald Grant the III would go down without a fight.
They had the two security team advisors, tops in the Pentagon on it. They had no doubt they would secure the document back, but to what sacrifice? The security detail were told by any means necessary.
Back in Rutland, Bryce opened his door, dreading to go to work on New Year's Day. On his doorstep were two envelopes, big envelopes. One was marked "CONFIDENTIAL FOR FITZ GRANT"
The second was marked "Bryce McClellan, Rutland Sheriff." He read the letter from Two Shot. He would follow the instructions given to him from Fitz's friend and hold the CONFIDENTIAL envelope for safe keeping in a secure place. It must be important for Two Shot to drop it off himself.
Bryce had checked his RING camera and saw that at 2 a.m., Two Shot placed the envelopes at his doorstep. What Bryce didn't know was the envelope he was holding contained material people would kill for, and the footage he saw of Two Shot would be the last time anyone would see him walk again.