Executive Orders

CH 38 | A Taste Of Normal

Somehow, Olivia felt the change in Fitz; she turned in his arms to look up at him. Even in the dimness of the single lamp welcoming them, she can see that there was something hidden behind the love and warmth in his eyes.

"What is it, Fitz?" she asked gently.

"Nothing." Fitz felt the guilt rise up in him as he tried to push his true feelings aside.

"Nothing?" She continues to study him until the truth came to her. Olivia knew that she wasn't quite ready to talk about the other night just yet, but right now, she wanted nothing more that to erase the worry she saw lurking in his eyes.

"Nothing that can't wait." Fitz said firmly. He knew from the look that had come into her eyes, that Olivia had guessed at his thoughts, but he wasn't going to do this now - they weren't going to do this now. Now was about him being here, her being here and the rest of the world was on the other side of the door behind them.

Fitz turned Olivia back around and held her close. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I could get used to this." Fitz let his hands find their way to Olivia's hair, freeing it from its pins and letting the soft mass tumble into his hands "I could get very used to this - to this being our normal - couldn't you?"

She could. Despite her recent memories, she most definitely could. Olivia closed her eyes under his touch, trying her best to let every thought, every worry, every wisp of concern dissolve into nothingness beneath his touch, loving the feel of his thick, warm fingers stroking their way through her hair, pausing every now and then to massage her scalp.

Fitz swallowed his own concerns - knowing that they could wait. Instead he chose to speak love into this space. "This is us, coming home from just another political event. As usual the bastards tried to come at us separately - because they've foolishly told themselves that they might have a chance of overcoming us by divide and conquer - but they don't know what we know - that what we are is something that they could never - ever break."

Olivia knew what he was doing. More importantly, she knew the why of it. He was loving her, putting aside his own concerns and instead choosing to make her feel safe, brushing aside the nightmares before they could make a return.

He finished what he was saying with a brush of his lips along the soft, smooth column of her throat. Her change of mind for her decisions regarding tonight had been so sudden and abrupt that she hadn't bothered with perfume tonight, so there was nothing but the sweet scent of her to inhale, nothing but the unique scent of her, mingled with whatever cream or lotion she'd used on her skin.

Olivia had let her eyes remained closed. "This is home?"

"It will be one of our homes once I'm re-elected." Fitz was more than happy to remind her.

"One of them..." Unbidden, images danced behind her still-closed closed eyes. Of holidays spent in DC and Santa Barbara. In Colorado and all the properties in between.

"We are going to have the most marvelous life, Olivia." Fitz said softly. "Just you wait and see. It won't matter where - because home is wherever our hearts are."

"We're not doing too bad right now." Olivia smiled as the words left her lips.

"No, we're not." Fitz's hands had returned to her neck and shoulders, strong fingers kneading deep into her muscles and she finds herself wanting to purr beneath his touch.

"Mmhmm - please don't stop."

"Where have I heard that before?"

Olivia smiled."You might want to watch that smart mouth or else you won't be hearing it anytime soon."