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Chapter 29: It Ends With Us…

"True love is like playing a game chess. It's a lot of back and forth in order to make the right moves. A man (boy) plays always afraid of losing his queen. A woman (girl) his Queen risks everything to protect the King."

(Night of Correspondence Diner…)

His Vision…

"Oh my God Dad," Jerry rushes into the room out of breath. "Just wait till you see Livy. She will take your breath away."

Fitz fidgets with his cuff links – a gift from his parents when he won his first term as Governor. "Fitzgerald," Big Jerry calls sternly but softly. "Let me help you please." He walks to his son.

His father lends him a hand. He's proud of the man he's become. He had nothing to do with it. It is all Olivia Pope. She transformed his son into a better man, leader for this country, better father than he ever was. He could not be prouder.

With her help, Big Jerry learned to listen to Fitz, taking a step back. He still IS and can be the loud mouth asshole, but his son's girlfriend tamed him. Olivia rightfully put him in his place the first time they met. He still hasn't forgotten. He never will and rather not repeat.

Big Jerry did not want fly out but Lillian and Olivia urged it was the right call. They needed to be here for their son and Grandchildren. Three generations of Fitzgerald Grants in one place.

"Let me see Pop–Pop," Jerry pleads. "Livy showed me how to do it." He willingly steps aside observing his Grandson assist his father. "Well…," Jerry shows him when he's finished.

"Looks good," Big Jerry answers. He notes the nervousness in Fitz's eyes. "Relax my boy," he urges Fitz. "Before you're knees start chattering. If you mess up the crease in those slacks Olivia and your Mother both will maim you."

"Tonight has to be perfect Dad," he hisses on pins and needles. "I appreciate you and Mom flying out but it's only making me more anxious. I wanted to take Livy out on a public date first before tonight. Our schedule never permitted it. I never imagined this would be our first date for all the World to see. All eyes are on us."

"Which is why your Mother insisted we fly out," Big Jerry explains. His father holds his hand. "You've got this. I have no doubt Olivia will handle the World's press tonight." He chuckles. "Just the way she put me in my place."

Fitz snickers. "It will be a night to remember. I'm sorry for not having you guys there."

"Nonsense," he booms. "You're a single father out on a date tonight. You don't need your parents there when you're trying to woo your girl."

"I already wooed her Dad," Fitz rolls his eyes adjusting his sleeves.

"That's not what your Mother has been saying," he winks. Fitz eyes raise. "Work your Grant Charms tonight."

"Dad," Fitz groans almost wishing he was alone waiting for Olivia. She's getting dressed with her "Glam Squad." From the way Jerry came flying into the room, she's going to knock his socks off.

The staff did most of the planning with Olivia and Mrs. Lillian Grant from the West Coast. Since their return from Camp David three weeks ago, Olivia had many conversations with his mother on tonight's big black tie affair.

It's her first "public" date with Fitz. She's not just attending this as his girlfriend, but as his Press Secretary. "I am his girlfriend. How can I plan this and not mess it all up?"

"Because before you were his Director of Communications. That has not changed. You still are. It's your job to keep his image, Fitz's administration above the fray," Lillian spoke over the phone after seeing the nasty comments from the press. She dealt with her fair share being married to Big Jerry.

"You've done a marvelous job Olivia. Everything has been given a green light by the White House. I know you've kept Fitz in the dark. I understand why. I'm happy you trusted me enough to come for help," Lillian assures her. "I don't blame you for keeping those nasty comments from my son. At the time it may not have been the right call, but I agree with you. The press would have been banned from the grounds in your honor."

Olivia smiles. "He would have."

"That night will be perfect for you both," Lillian assures before her arrival.

Now she stands before Olivia the finishing touches are placed of her make-up, she can appreciate how lucky her son is to have her. She's a vision is this custom gown. Lillian learned an early age to dress to impress, Olivia Pope has taken it to a whole new level. It not only will make a bold fashion statement, but people will be talking about this dress long after this dinner is over.

She can see why Jerry ran out of the room to tell his father, how breathtaking she is. Lillian observes quietly permitting the designer, stylist, and make-up artist to finish. She watches them step aside.

"Holy mother of God," Olivia gasps seeing her reflection. She doesn't look like herself. She wanted to make a statement. This look will definitely accomplish her goal. The romantic, frothy, and angelic palest of pink dress literally takes her own breath away.

Its border line over the top with its white ribbon bodice including the straps of the gown. They flow behind her, making a cross over her open back. From her waist down the dress is a flurry of floral appliques with white blossoms with gold accents throughout including the frothy long tulle train.

Her hands touch her soft wavy "do." Her eyes widen still not believing it's her reflection in the mirror. Fitz will nearly be afraid to touch her.

"Nana," Karen calls out. "Livy looks like Snow White. Daddy's princess."

Lillian smiles warmly at Karen. "Olivia," Lillian calls softly. "Turn around my dear so I can see you." Olivia complies. "Oh my heavens," she coos. Lillian's hands cover her mouth.

"It's too much isn't it," Olivia chides herself smoothing her hands over the tulle. "I should have chosen a gown more conservative. It shows too much cleavage." Her eyes enlarge noting how this gown enhances her chest. "My open back…"

"Stop," Lillian huffs taking her hands. She caresses the top. "My dear you look stunning."

"Really," the uncertainty in her voice breaks Lillian's heart.

"Hand me your phone and I'll take your picture. We can send it your mother. She'll tell you her opinion," Lillian suggests. Olivia complies. A quick text is sent out and in seconds Miss Alice is on the phone with her daughter.

Lillian can hear her mother from across the room complimenting Olivia. Miss Alice's misty voice can be heard. "Livy's mom is crying," Karen utters clinging to her Grandmother's hand. "Is that bad?"

"No honey. It means her mother loves it," Lillian explains to Karen. Olivia finishes her conversation.

Karen walks to her. "All better?"

"A little," Olivia smiles. "Come here," she opens her arms for a hug. Karen doesn't budge. "Honey I won't break."

"I don't want to mess up your glam," she winces. "What if you wrinkle? Mom never let us hug her when she was all dolled up."

"Well," Olivia yanks her into her arms. "I am definitely NOT your mother." Karen squeezes her tightly. "Plus a little wrinkles does me some good."

"Daddy is literally going to pass out," Karen teases.

Olivia smiles. "Speaking of your Dad, why don't you go and check to make sure he's not climbing the curtains."

"Daddy's not a cat," she points out. "How could he?"

Olivia and Lillian both laugh. "I mean he's probably a nervous wreck unable to keep still. He's supposed to meet me outside at the North Portico. Agent Stanton should be with him. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay," Karen rushes out of the room with her "Glam-squad."

Once she leaves Olivia meets Lillian's eyes. "Thank you for…,"

"Knowing when a girl needs her mother's opinion," Lillian smirks. "I was someone's daughter too. I understand." Olivia bites her bottom lip looking down at herself in this gown. "You still can't be worried."

"A little Mrs. Grant," she admits sadly. "I love your son so much. I want tonight to be so special for him – for us both. He's waited so long for this moment. What if I do something to embarrass him or this is the wrong dress?"

"Oh my dear," she holds Olivia's cheeks. "Don't you know how breath taking you are? My son is lucky to have you." Olivia's eyes well up with tears. "No tears. Dab your make-up." Olivia listens.

"But what if tonight goes all wrong? This is our first public date," Olivia whimpers. "The World's press will be there, hell watching."

"Olivia," she urges her to step in front of the mirror. "Who are you?" She squints. "Before you became my son's girlfriend." Now she understands.

"I'll always be Gracie's mother," she begins. Lillian will not show her tears. Olivia rarely speaks of her baby girl so this is surprising. "If it was not for my baby girl I would have never met your son. She prepared me for HIS love." A tear leaves Lillian's eyes. "Oh Mrs. Grant."

"Hush I'm all right," she implores her. "Who were you the day Fitz and you met?"

"The formidable Olivia Pope. I told Cyrus I didn't give two shits who Fitz was and how much he needed me. He lured me to the White House on fall pretenses. I was ready to kill him. I told Cyrus Fitz's perfect blue eyes and nice head of hair couldn't fool me," Lillian's mouth falls open.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I had no idea Fitz was even behind me. He announced his presence and I froze. I turned around and he was there. The moment our eyes met it was magical. I felt this connection as we stared at each other. I couldn't explain it and it scared me half to death. Fitz brought me into the Oval and I told him why I thought he got divorced."

"What did you tell him?" Olivia repeats her words. Lillian clutches her chest. "Lord no wonder he couldn't get you out of his mind." She blushes.

"He offered me the Communication Director's job. I became his Press Secretary. I took the podium my first day, defended Fitz and put the fear of God every reporter in the room," Olivia explains.

"Then do that tonight," Lillian holds her cheek. "You know who you are. Most of all so does my son."

"But it's our first date. And," her eyes fall to her dress. Her hands glide over the fluffy fabric.

"Not every first date is perfect. Mine to Big Jerry wasn't. You chose this dress for a reason. To make a statement to the World watching. Do not second guess yourself." Olivia nods. "You and Fitz are in this together." She assures her with a whisper. "Plus my son is not going to know what do to with himself. At first he's going to be afraid to touch you, then he won't be able to keep his hands off you." She winks.

Olivia blushes. "Mrs. Grant…,"

Lillian whispers, "Oh don't worry we'll be two floors and a whole wing away. Jerry's a heavy sleeper, and I could care less," she snickers. Olivia's mouth falls open. "Oh come…you two were locked away at Camp David for five days. I doubt it very much you two ventured outside the cabin and got dressed."

Olivia's mouth hangs open.

"I just didn't get off the bus you know," she winks.

"Ah huh," Olivia is speechless.

"Oh come now," Lillian giggles. "My son awaits. Along with the massive press pool outside the portico waiting." Lillian hands Olivia her clutch. Her light pink nails match it and the gown perfectly. Lillian lifts her train to assist her going out the door. As Olivia steps outside she's meet by Tom.

"Wow," he mouths. He realizes he'll have to be close to his boss. He straightens up when Lillian's eyes catch his. "Ma'am. Miss Pope."

"Agent Stanton," Olivia blushes. "Is he…,"

"He's waiting for you outside Ma'am," Tom explains. They begin the walk to the elevator and step inside when it arrives. "Miss Pope?" Olivia glances up at Tom. "I just wanted to say you look really beautiful."

She squeezes his hand. "Thank you."

/

Takes his Breath Away…

The elevator doors open. Tom steps out first meeting the other agents. They too are taken back by Olivia. The three other men share a glance escorting Olivia onto a red carpeted hallway. Members of the West Wing and staff have been cleared. It is only Olivia, the Agents and Lillian.

Olivia requested the area be cleared off all personnel so no pictures would be leaked to the press or Fitz while he waits. They stop at a double door.

"Tom?" He explains once these doors open, it's only a small walk under the staircase, past a baby grand piano and Fitz will be waiting just outside another set of doors. "There is also ushers once we pass through here. The President will be able to see you."

"I know Tom. I was warned. Fitz placed them there so I can have a grand entrance," she rolls her eyes.

"Chivalry isn't dead Miss Pope," he suggests. He leaves her to stand with the remainder of the Secret Service to take his post beside Fitz.

Just as the doors are to open Jerry and Karen appear. "Daddy wanted us to walk with you."

"Is that so," she whispers. They giggle. She's beginning to feel like a real-life Princess. The agents receive the signal to open the doors.

"Miss Pope," one whispers to her.

"It's handled," she nods her head quickly giving them the all clear. The ushers on the opposite side step to the doors openning them together.

Fitz sees her instantly. "Wow," he utters. Tom stands directly behind him with his hand outstretched. His balance falters as his eyes scan his glorious girlfriend in her designer gown.

"I got you Mr. President," Tom utters keeping Fitz from falling backwards.

Fitz's gasps. His hand covers his heart. Her sheer beauty takes his breath away. His heart skips a beat with each step she meanders on the red carpet towards him. He's partially dizzy. His stomach turns upside down. He licks his lips hoping to ease the dryness in his mouth. He's parched but not for water. His thirst is for her.

"Hi," she mouths stopping briefly.

Fitz's pulse slows. "Hi," he returns eager to close the distance between them. His smile grows wider the closer she becomes. Soon tears form in the corners of his eyes. He cannot hold it in any longer.

"God you're stunning," he mouths as she approaches him with his children.

Neither can Olivia…

She too is lost in Fitz's illuminated blue eyes. In all the time they've known each other she's never seen him this happy – content.

Her nerves have vanished. She's calm gliding effortlessly across the red carpet. Her gown fans out trailing her. Karen and Jerry continue to hold her hands until she is under the portico. They place her hands directly into their fathers.

"She's all yours Daddy," they speak at the same time. They step aside to stand with Lillian and Jerry.

"Hi," he coos biting his bottom lip.

"Hi," she squeaks fluttering her eye lashes.

Fitz inches closer. His hands squeeze hers softy as the cameras behind him snap vigorously on the opposite side of the drive way. Olivia and Fitz hear nothing. All sights, sounds, around them have disappeared. All the see is each other. He lost in her.

Every square inch of her, he swallows hard grateful the cameras are unaware his visceral response. He presses his forehead to hers. Their eyes close. He squeezes her hands before releasing them. His arms snake behind her, resting on her tail bone. Her hands cover his heart.

"Can I keep you," he murmurs. He kisses her forehead. The World is watching and he could care less. There's a time and place for PTA's he learned from his parents. But in this moment, he wants to the entire World watching, to observe when a man desperately loves a woman he's not afraid to show it.

She sighs deeply. "For as long as you need," she mutters softly.

"Forever," he exhales ghosting his lips over her cheek. An overwhelming urge to get down on one knee and propose nearly causes his legs to weaken. "Please," he beseeches.

She lifts her face. "Open your eyes Fitz," she suggests gracing her fingers on his cheek.

"Everyone will know," he counters.

"They," she glances towards the press gathered. "Already do. It's kind of late don't you think." He smirks. Finally his lids lift. "I'm yours. Now. And forever. We're in this together."

He exhales swaying her from side to side. His eyes fall to her lips eager for a kiss. "Later Mister. My glam squad is meeting us at the Hilton."

He whispers into her ear. "You just wait till later. I have plans for you tonight." She blushes.

"Can't wait," she pecks his lips. "I'm naked under this dress," she utters over his lips. His eyes widen. She separates them before he drops his lips to hers. He swallows hard as the rush of heat passes through his body. His hands press deeply into her hips. He's completely at her mercy. "Come on Mr. President," she quips. "Before the guest of honor is late."

"Yes Ma'am."

They face the reporters with their hands connected. Flashes go off with questions shouted concerning her gown. "All is revealed on the White House's Official website and social media," Fitz utters for her. "I had no idea."

He steps a few feet back then strikes a pose showing off his gorgeous date and girlfriend. "Isn't my Girlfriend stunning."

From behind him, he steps to an agent, who places a huge bouquet of red roses and baby's breath in Fitz's hands. He walks to her with a sheepish grin. "Fitz," she chastises when he presents her with the roses.

"Did you really think I wouldn't," he lifts her chin with his fingers. "This is nothing. Just wait," he coos kissing her lips.

Before he can step away, she cups his face using her free hand. "Have I told you how deeply I am in love with you Mr. President," she sighs holding his face. The press hears her loud and clear.

"Not today," he quips lifting his arm out and up for her to grasp. He leans into her ear. "But you can tell me as much as you want in the car."

"Deal," she laces her hand around his arm. "I may have to show you."

A deep guttural growl is heard only by Olivia making her giggle.

Karen, Jerry, and his parents wave goodbye. They walk to his motorcade, then sit inside. Fitz pulls her to his side where she nestles against his the entire ride to the Hilton Hotel. He cradles her face in one hand while the keeps her close. He just cannot stop gawking at her.

"Mouth closed Mister," she chastises. "Didn't your Momma teach you it's impolite to stare?"

"Yes but only when it's something not worth looking at and you," he sighs kissing her face. "Are…," he exhales kissing her brow. "Breathtaking."

"Stop," she pleads feeling flushed. She averts her eyes.

He slides down in the seat to properly look at all of her. Fitz tilts her face to meet his. "I am one lucky man this evening. I cannot wait to bring you home with me."

"Who says I'll let you. I don't put out after the first date," she quips smoothing her hands over her gown and adjusting her cleavage. Fitz's eyes nearly leave his head getting a full view of her perky breasts under the gown. He licks his lips to stop himself from burying his face between them.

"Yo," she lifts his face. "Eyes up." He smirks lifting her hand placing it on his massive hard on. "FITZ."

"God I want you so bad," he growls using her hand to massage him.

"Well let's pray the evening goes quick so you can," she suggests in a tone dripping with need. Fitz's hand finds it way between her smooth silky legs. She parts them urging him to go higher. His lips part once he touches her smooth lower lips. "I'm freshly shaved." His fingers trek higher. "Completely wet for you."

"Fuck," he aches for her.

"Touch me Fitz," she begs rocking her hips to bury his fingers between her walls. "You know you want to." She unzips his pants, enters his boxes, squeezing his massive hard on. In the console next to him is a towel. "I'll return the favor."

"Jesus. Mary and Joseph," he hisses when she slides her hand up and down his dick. His hips begin to buck. He's close to exploding. She slides down the seat to feel more of Fitz's fingers. She's aching for more.

He latches his mouth to her neck. "Tell me Miss Pope," he hisses parting her lips with his index and ring finger. "How desperate are you for me to finger-fuck you right now." His dirty words nearly cause her to combust. "Tell your Commander and Chief."

"Very much so Mr. President," she begs. Her body is shaking.

"Tell me then," he grouses. "Where do you want my fingers?"

"Inside…,"

"Where?" Her hips swirls around his finger-tips. He eyes another towel quickly. He slides it up her gown, to protect it. "Say it Miss Pope so I can give you what you so desperately are aching for."

"Put your fingers inside me Mr. President," she utters. With one thrust he inserts two fingers into her channel. She nearly leaps off the seat. He twists, twirls, thrusts in and out of her, flicking her nub as her hand moves up and down on his hard shaft.

The towel completely covers him as she strokes him. Their movements match. She wants more but they are literally almost there. She cannot wait for this evening to be over.

"Don't stop Sweetheart," he coos hardening even more. "I'm close." Her ministrations increase as does her grip.

She's unbelievably wet . "Fitz more. Please keep going." Within moments both come hard. He explodes in the towel. Olivia catches it not allowing any of his semen to get on his tux. He buries his head into her neck, mumbling incoherently as he spills out. She hasn't stopped herself.

Once she has, they eye each other. "God I love you," she murmurs.

"Not as much as I love you Miss Pope," he kisses her lips quickly. "And I needed that – you," he corrects himself. They finish cleaning up themselves including their hands using wipes she has in her purse. He tosses them in a bag. He cups her cheeks. She blushes under his gaze. "You are amazing."

"You're just saying that because I gave you a hand job," she quips.

He laughs. "Just wait till we're finished for evening. We are so having sex in this car on the way back to the White House."

"I live to serve The President," she utters ensuring he is presentable for the remainder of their ride. He points out various restaurants, coffee shops, bakeries, stores he'd really like to pop into one day.

She smiles listening to him. He really hasn't had the chance to explore the city. "One day we will."

"It's a date Sweetheart," he grins with a huge grin on his face. "As long as there's ice cream involved."

"I'll include whip cream and me on top if you up for it Mr. President," she bites her bottom lip staring seductively into his eyes twirling her hand on his chest.

"Olivia Carolyn," his hisses grabbing her hand.

"Fitzgerald Thomas," she groans. "I cannot wait for you to have dessert after this dinner." Her tongue is out of her mouth, ghosting just over his lips. "I starved myself all day FOR. YOU. FITZ," she cackles when he sits her in his lap.

"Don't. Temp. Me. Mizz Pope," he warns. "I know you are completely naked under this gown." His lips hover dangerously close to hers. "All I have to do is pull myself out, slide your dress up; lift you into my lap and fuck you right here in this car."

She's flushed. Her eyes scan the car for a drink. A stiff drink. "Fitz," she exhales.

"Our mutual hand jobs are nowhere near enough. I haven't had you in a week because your cycle showed up," he reminds her. After their quickie in his private office last week, her period arrived. She was upset but he reminded her it would heighten the anticipation to the Correspondence diner once they were alone.

"I recall," tilting her head to the side. His lips suck her exposed flesh. "Oh God," she sighs. "I want you again."

"As do I," he pauses. "Forever." His words derail her. She cups his face. He mentioned it before but his tone is different. Before she can question him, his fingers quite her. "One day Sweetheart. I am going to ask. Don't deny me."

She whimpers. "I ONLY want to be with you always."

His heart flutters at her admission. "So when I DO ask," he does not elaborate because there's no need.

"Just name the time – place and I'll change my last name from Pope to Grant," she utters nestling her forehead to his with eyes wide open.

His cups her face. "You are tempting me Miss Pope. I'll do it tonight if you're not careful." Her eyes widen. There is no way he has a ring. Or does he? "Then I can get you pregnant."

"Fitzgerald," she gasps clasping her chest.

"I cannot wait to make our babies with you," he wiggles his eyebrows making her laugh.

"You're incorrigible Mister – and a mess," she drawls in a southern tone sounding just like Miss Alice. It's his turn to laugh.

Before they drive in front of the hotel, Olivia shifts off his lap. The motorcade procession stops. Fitz gives them the signal and his door is opened first. He waves to the crowd. Olivia is asked to wait. Fitz steps around the car himself with agents to open her door for her himself.

"My lady," he chuckles when she leaves the car into his arms. She rolls her eyes as they link hands walking inside the Hilton for the dinner to begin.

/

Jokes on Them…

Over and hour later, after a wonderful meal in front of the World's press the Master of Ceremonies, Stephen Colbert took the podium and began his monologue poking fun at Fitz.

Stephen Colbert begins…

"I was honored to be asked to be your master of ceremonies on this grand evening." Stephen glances at Fitz. "It's great for me to be in the same room as The President and do my best to have one up on him. Which I've failed because I heard from reliable source we are both wearing Brooks Brothers tonight." Fitz nods.

Stephen signals for Fitz to stand. He complies. "I'm going to ask my wife and Miss Pope to join to in order to test who wears it best. Because of course a woman always knows how to spot a hot bod."

The crowd laughs. Olivia and Mrs. Colbert join them on stage. The camera zooms in. Fitz and Stephen model for the crowd. They flex their muscles, permitting both woman to inspect the custom fit of the tux. The ladies do not miss anything, including the bow tie.

Then Fitz and Stephen shimmy and shake on stage moving their legs and arms in a choreographed dance. Eventually they turn around lifting their jackets to show their bums to the audience. Hoots, cat calls, and whistles are heard.

"Shake it boys," Olivia and Mrs. Colbert command the gentlemen. Of course Stephen and Fitz do their best sending everyone in the room into a fit of laughter.

One their finished, Stephen asks, "So Olivia and my darling wife Evelyn," he stresses with a wink. "Which one of us wears it best?"

Olivia and Evelyn Colbert whisper to one another. They stand behind Fitz and Stephen. At the same time they both point to Fitz. Stephen eyes widen but he course he knows his wife has told him Fitzgerald Grant is very handsome. He plays it off pretending to be extremely hurt until she kisses him.

Fitz kisses Olivia softly on the lips making her flustered in front of the crowd. When the separate she calls out, "YES HE'S A GREAT KISSER LADIES! HE KNOWS HOW TO LAY IT DOWN."

Fitz's mouth drops open. She winks. The couple returns to their seats in order for Stephen to continue.

"Since we're talking about who has the best body, The President and myself I heard are fairly close in age. With that being said, I found some pictures that prove this to be wrong." Images of Fitz appear on the screen at the beach in swim trunks and a surfer shirt with Karen and Jerry. They were campaigning in California and had an event at the beach.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, explain to me how this man is in his forties. You see how the shirt clings to his upper body showing off his six pack." Fitz is turning red. Olivia bites her lip. She had not seen these photos before. "And those shorts. Look how long and firm they make his legs look. I mean really."

Fitz shrugs his shoulders. He did not know Olivia then but he wish he did.

"Now comes to our next set of evidence that the President of the United States does not age and sleeps in a chest freezer." A video of Fitz pops onto the screen on his boat with the kids shirtless. They were snorkeling. He's coming of the water onto his boat. The water is cascading down his chest and body.

Every female in the audience can be seen fanning themselves. Olivia turns to him. "You've been holding out on me Mister."

He leans close to her ear. "No I haven't. You've seen me naked."

She whacks his arm. "Yes but you haven't taken me snorkeling or on that boat. I'm not sure I'm cool with this." She stares out at the crowd. "Look at all the ladies getting hot and bothered over you."

"I only want you," he kisses her brow.

"You damn well better," she clips. He winks before bringing her hand to his lips.

Stephen continues. "Now there should be a rule where if you man over a certain age, you cannot go around shirtless. I want to know how old are you?"

Fitz. "Me?" Stephen nods. Fitz says his age.

"Mr. President do not take this the wrong way but GO TO HELL." The crowd laughs loudly. Fitz snickers loudly. "I'm a few years younger than you and I won't take off my shoes in public. Now if you feel the need to strip out of your tux at any moment, during this dinner please don't let us stop you."

"I'll discuss it with Liv and let you know," Fitz responds in good humor. Olivia waves her hands in front of her face to cool off egging the crowd on.

"Now we all want to know the dynamic between you and Miss Pope when she's writing a speech or going over talking points. I mean does she take direction pretty well from you or does she allow you to get a word in – "

Olivia stands up. "Most of the time I just go… blah – blah – blah," moving her hands like Pac-Man. "And wave him off."

The audience giggles.

Fitz then announces. "Well then we have to go at it again."

Stephen unwilling to pass this up chastises, "Not many of us can go at his again so soon Mr. President especially at your age."

Both Fitz and Olivia become flustered. She buries her face into his arm shielding herself from the crowd.

"Well how is it when you're both working on a speech together and you want to mix it up a little bit. Maybe it's your birthday Mr. President and let's make this speech a little off the wall and crazier. How does Miss Pope take that?

Fitz announces without missing a beat, "Well she generally takes it pretty well."

"FITZ," Olivia cackles instantly whacking his arm.

Stephen becomes completely flustered at the podium. This is way too much fun.

"We're just going to leave that one there." Fitz agrees. "Now I have another important matter that must be brought to your attention. Your approval ratings. When this man took office he had a fifty-five percent job approval rating. I know we all had our doubts because he's divorced. Hell so is most of the country. And in the last few months we've seen his approval rating rock up and down more than a roller coaster at Disney or from what I've heard the bed in the Presidential Master bedroom."

The room chuckles but observes Olivia and Fitz.

Olivia calls out. "If the bed is a rocking don't you dare come a knocking – because I can honestly say Fitz knows how to ruin the best blow out which also includes his back." The entire room's mouths drops open. "I know it's what you all are thinking. There is most certainly a transfer of power."

Fitz mouth drops open. "And just on the off chance any single ladies out there is curious how serious we are..."

She stands to sit in Fitz's lap. She places her lips onto his for a massive kiss. He willing gives up command for her to have her way with him in front of God and everyone. When their lips separate, Fitz's eyes flutter open. His arms circled around her keeping her close.

He presses his forehead to hers relishing in their closeness and the skin to skin contact. "I love you," he murmurs. Only she can hear him.

"You better," she quips before facing the crowd. "President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant is off the market ladies. So keep your panties to yourselves and stop posting on social media how much you want MY man. Go check yourself. I'll fight anyone who dares challenge me and Fitz's relationship. Any questions."

The crowd is silent.

"Good," she winks to Stephen. "Go ahead."

"Now that we've cleared that up," Stephen clears his throat. He's grateful Olivia spoke to him earlier so he could prepare properly. But he had no idea how candid and open she would be concerning their relationship.

"But listen, we as the World's press at this nerd prom do not make the rules. Here is how it works. And before you all begin to wonder, yes this is directly from The President." She smiles proudly still sitting in Fitz's lap. An unheard of occurrence at a public event such as this. "The President makes the decisions. When it has to do with the country, he's the decider. If it's about his relationship with Miss Pope…,"

"We BOTH decide the best course of action," Olivia calls out. "No one will dictate how WE choose to conduct our relationship privately or publically." Fitz rests his head near hers. He's so proud of her. "So get used to us – me because I am here to stay." Fitz's hold on her softens. His eyes not once leave her face.

"President Grant's Press Secretary," Olivia stands walking over to Stephen. "Announces his administration's stance on issues at the podium and you peoples of the press job is to type it down. Place it through spell check because the lot of you can't spell for shit without it," the rooms laughs. "Then do whatever you have to do to get it done and out into the air waves. When your done go home to your family."

Fitz now stands joining Olivia.

"Play with your children. Enjoy your time with them. Once they're in bed take your smoking hot spouse to bed, make them climb the rafters and scream your name until the rooster crows in the morning." The crowd chants, hoots and hollers.

"And while you're it, give credit where it's due to The President and Miss Pope for being in a very public relationship. They've showed all of us how to love someone openly even with the harsh and nasty comments some of you in this room have printed. I'm grateful to be on their good side, I'd like to think you all would do the same because if not…,"

"Olivia's mother may make you pick the biggest stick from the backyard then hit you over the head with it," Fitz calls out. The crowd snickers. "I am sure those of you who showed up at the Pope House clearly remember." The reporters who were there all agree. They won't ever make the same mistake twice.

Stephen then finishes his master of ceremonies speak earning a standing ovation. Fitz is the last to take the microphone, poking fun at himself, being a single Dad dating in the White House.

"You know," he begins after speaking about his agenda that has gotten pushed through and opposition across the aisle. "I want all the guys here tonight to know how lucky you all are not to be in my shoes." Everyone is quiet. "I'm sure you are all wondering why the hell for well here's why."

A video appears of him on screen asking, "Lauren. Mrs. Handley have you seen my credit cards."

"Sir you don't have them," Lauren announces coming into the Oval. "There in storage in California. Why do you ask?"

"Do you know the name of a good florist," Fitz asks.

Mrs. Handley enters. "Sir if you need flowers I'm more than willing…

"Look I don't want to send out a staff order or have it come from the White House. I'm just a guy trying to send a girl, YES Miss Pope some flowers. Why aren't I allowed to do that," he huffs in annoyance.

The video ends. "See what I have to deal with." The room laughs. "Any of you sitting in this room can go out and buy flowers without a hassle. Me I have to draft a staff order," Fitz grouses rolling his eyes.

"But," he interjects. "As it turns out I don't have to order Liv flowers through a florist because," an image appears on the screen of Fitz picking flowers from the Rose Garden. "Because I have a Rose Garden."

A new photo appear of Fitz handing Olivia the roses. "Aww…," is heard through the room.

"But wait it can get worse, I can't even make Liv a meal without informing the kitchen." Another video appears. "Yes I'm going to be the one cooking this morning. Of course I know how to cook. What do you mean my kids told you I don't know how to make Jell-O and can barely cook ramen noodles?"

Pictures appear on the screen of him cooking Olivia their first breakfast together all those months ago. Olivia hand covers her heart. She'll never forget that first meal he made for her.

He address the crowd. "Does it look like I burnt anything?"

"He didn't," Olivia answers. "I was impressed he didn't set off the smoke detectors."

"Hey," he quips blowing her a kiss. "For the record Liv loved my pancakes."

"I only went to get him in the apron and to work on his State of the Union speech," she replies earing cheers from the crowd.

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Ends With Us…

After a few more jabs at himself, he ends his speech earning a standing ovation. Over an hour later after he and Olivia pose for photos with celebrities and who's who in D.C, he's relieved the evening is over and done with.

He speaks to the driver and agents before they head out. Olivia is already in the motorcade with her heels off half asleep. "Yes Mr. President we took care of everything. The location is secure and ready for your arrival with Miss Pope."

"Thank you," Fitz shakes their hands. He enters the motorcade sitting across from Olivia. He lifts her tired feet into his lap massaging them. She sighs, mewls in delight as he works his fingers in circles. He hits all the pressure points making her slink down in the seat.

He sits next to her when his fingers begin to hurt. He brings her into his arms. He lifts her face kissing her softly. "Hmm," she sighs as his free hand rub soothing circles all over her body. "What is all this attention for Mister?" She presses her tired body into him further.

"Are you complaining?"

"Christ all mighty no," she exhales burying her face into his neck. She is happy it's over. Maybe they'll get some peace. "I was just wondering."

"Because tonight was the best night of my life because of you." She sits up. "Just when I think you couldn't amaze me you…," he's cut off when she kisses him. He's lost in the sensation of her soft open mouthed pecks until she stops. "I'm happy you're on my side. I had no idea you and Colbert were so close."

"It turns out he rather enjoys my Press briefings. He's not spoken ill of you or your administration. So I asked him to help us out tonight. I think he did a wonderful job," she explains in pure contentment. "He was the perfect choice to be the Master of Ceremonies." Fitz agrees. She glances around them. "Fitz I thought we were going back to the White House?"

"There's been a change of plans," he smirks as the car comes to a stop.

"Fitzgerald," she warns.

"Just trust me all right," he pleads. "And here," he reaches behind him pulling out a pair of flats for her to wear.

"God I love you," she coos when he slips them onto her feet. He smiles. The agents open the door and they walk into a large building. "Fitz why are we at the National Portrait Gallery?"

"It's our first date," he quips leading her through the doors. "And since I've never been here and neither have you why not?" She looks at him in shock. "When have I had the time Sweetheart?" She chortles as she links her arms around his as they leisurely stroll around.

They stop when the hit the "Hall of Presidents and First Ladies."

"Fitz?" He kisses her quickly before meandering them slowly through the gallery. They talk very little. It's not until they stop at his predecessor and his First Lady does he turn to her fully. "Livy..,"

"Yah?'

"I stand here in hall of portraits of the 43 men and their wives before me because I never thought I'd get here." She squints. "I was a coward until you came along. You are brave, strong, filled with passion and test me on daily basis reminding me of the man, father, President I want to be and the legacy I want to leave behind."

She's cups his face.

"It's not just me any longer, because I have you," he presses his forehead into hers.

Her eyes widen watching him reach into his pocket and retrieve a small velvet bag. "It's too soon. I just moved in with you."

"Hush," he silences her fears. "Open it." Her fingers slip into the bag. She tips it over. A small gold ring with two tiny circles and a tiny diamond falls into her hand. Her eyes meet his. "It's old. Very rare. This ring belonged to my Great- Grandmother. Her father bought it for her at auction in Paris for her debutant ball."

She examines it closely. He slides it onto her ring finger.

"It's called Doux Bebe," he kisses it.

"Sweet Baby," she quips.

"Yes. I was supposed to give this to my first wife but it never felt right." His eyes lock with hers. "He held onto it because I was supposed to give to you Livy."

She stops herself from crying.

"For a split second I thought you were going to get down on one knee and…,"

He quiets her with his fingers over her lips. "Not yet," he smirks. "You may not want a ring from me but I know as long as you wear this, I know how our story ends."

"How?"

In the middle of the hall of Presidents and First Ladies he lifts her into the air. "It ends with us."

"You know," she huskily replies lacing her hands into his curls. "It could end with us in bed – naked, having incredibly hot sex if you hurry up and get us home."

"Oh Miss Pope, consider it handled."

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TBC…

Yes I am going to leave this story here. I'll do my best to pick it up again soon but I have a few I'm trying to finish including the final chapter of Covered Bridges. So be on the lookout for it to post over the next few weeks or so.

I hope you liked this chapter. Olivia's dress is the very same one she wore at the Emmy awards when she was nominated for Best Actress. Diane Carrol presented with her.

I felt Stephen Colbert was the right choice for the Correspondence Diner. Excerpts from his speech came from his interview with Tony Goldwyn and when he appeared at "Nerd Prom" when George W. Bush was President. It was a lot of fun to write. I hope you enjoyed.

I also updated "Heart of Midtown" this past weekend. If you have not read it please check it out. It's a new Fitz and Olivia. Total AU.

Please drop a review on your way out. Thank you for reading and have a great weekend…

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