"Olivia Carolyn Pope! Hurry up! We are going to be late," Eli Pope yelled up the stairs. He turned to his wife and shook his head. "What is taking that girl so long?"

"Oh she is just trying to make sure she looks nice, Eli. Relax," his wife Maya admonished smoothing her hands over the red sundress she wore. "It's not every day a girl gets to meet a Senator."

"And we are going to be late because your daughter had to press her hair. Honestly I just don't know about her sometimes."

"Oh so she is my daughter now?"

"She is probably on the phone with that idiot boyfriend of hers. Seriously. Where is that child!?"

"I'm right here, Daddy," Olivia said as she descended the stairs of their Santa Barbara condo. "I am not a child. I am 20 and Edison is not an idiot."

"He is a damned idiot and not good enough for you," he mumbled causing her to roll her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

She patted his arm softly as she picked up her white purse and shrug. "Come on, daddy. I would hate to keep Senator Grant waiting."


"No, Fitzgerald," Fitzgerald Thomas Grant Jr hissed. "You cannot bring your latest bimbo to the barbeque."

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, better known as Fitz, rolled his eyes at his father. "She's not a bimbo, dad, and her name is CeeCee."

"I don't care what her name is. She will not be joining us."

"You are going to have to accept her at some point. I love her."

Big Gerry, as he had come to be known 25 years ago when his son was born, looked up and laughed heartily. "You...you," he wheezed. "You are a piece of work, son. You will dump her as soon as the next pretty thing with long legs and blond hair comes along."

"CeeCee is different," Fitz sighed.

He had spent his college years developing a taste for a very specific kind of woman; tall, leggy, pretty. His family was insistent that he find and marry a girl who would help him make it to the White House one day. You need a girl with breeding, son, his dad would always say. So he rebelled with every pretty blonde in the Santa Barbara area. He picked women that wouldn't challenge him, would never push him and many who just saw him as a bank. He picked what his father wouldn't want him to marry. Falling in love was something he was good at but he got bored often. Jjumping from woman to woman, falling in love with the new one easily. None of them ever held his interest for very long. He was sure some therapist could write a book on why but he didn't really care to know.

"She isn't marriage material, Fitzgerald. You need someone with the right breeding and connections."

"Whatever," he said with a shrug. "I'm going to go change."


The Grant Ranch in Santa Barbara, California, was decked out for the barbeque of the century. Senator Grant was a large, seemingly jovial man, and he insisted on throwing the party of the century every July 4th. The large backyard of the Ranch was decked out in red, white, and blue and there was enough burgers, hot dogs, and potato salad available to feed a nation. The Grant family spared no expense and anyone who was anyone was there. Being invited was an honor that many men and women only dreamed about. And honor Eli Pope had worked incredibly hard to receive.

"Eli, Maya," Big Gerry said when he saw the other man and his wife approaching. The men shook hands and Gerry kissed Maya's hand. "Maya, you look lovely."

"Thank you, Gerry," she said. "I'll leave you two boys to talk. I'm going to go find some shade. It's hot out here." She fanned herself dramatically before kissing Eli on the cheek and sauntering away.

"So," Eli said once his wife's retreating form was out of earshot, "how's that son of yours?"

"He's good. Just came back from a stint in the Navy. We're looking to get him into a Councilman position soon. How's your daughter?"

"She's good. She is starting her final year at Princeton and already got herself into Columbia Law. She's over by that large oak tree with some girls she used to go to camp with."

"Pretty little thing," he murmured as he looked at the petite girl dressed in white.

"Just like her mama. Smart as a whip too."

"I would expect nothing less from a Pope. Why don't you go get her and we will introduce them?"


"Dad, where are we going?"

"There is someone I want you to meet, Fitzgerald. "

"Oh please not another of your set ups. I am not interested. I do not want your arranged marriage."

Big Gerry was notorious for using different family events to try and hook Fitz up with whatever girl he had decided he should marry. Girls of the correct breeding, whose fathers had the correct connections. Girls who were raised under the assumption that they would marry a man of stature and become a wife. Girls who would practically trip over themselves to date a famous Senator's handsome son. But since Fitz generally had no interest in these girls, he would find a way out. He always found a way out.

"I don't care what you want, son. You will meet this girl and take her on a date and you won't pull whatever tricks it is you pull to invariably make them run away. So buck up," Big Gerry hissed. He glared at his son for a moment and then turned on his charm as they approached Eli and Olivia.

"Eli, this is my son Fitzgerald Grant III. Fitzgerald this is Eli Pope."


"Olivia," Eli said tapping his daughter on the shoulder. "Come here, I want you to meet someone."

Olivia turned and sighed as she saw the Senator and his son approach. "Really, daddy? Him?"

Olivia had over the years become used to her father trying to set her up with various boys from other political families. She was merely a pawn in his political game. She never understood why a man who worked at the Smithsonian had so many political connections but she also knew better than to question it.

So they would come to these fancy parties and he would introduce her to someone's handsome son. She would play nice for a few hours and then that handsome boy would take her on a date. She always found a way out of the situation. At least he usually had the decency to set her up with someone that she could talk to.

"Olivia," he admonished. "Mind your manners. He is a Senator's son."

"And," she whispered harshly. "He is a spoiled little rich boy."

"He is a Grant. Now you straighten up and be sweet as pie, you understand?"

"Yes, daddy."

Eli watched Big Gerry approach with his son, whispering harshly and glaring at him before turning on his charm.

"Eli, this is my son Fitzgerald Grant III. Fitzgerald this is Eli Pope."

Fitz extended his hand toward Eli and they shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, son," Eli said. "This is my daughter, Olivia." He watched closely as his daughter smiled her sweetest smile and extended her hand to both men. "Olivia, this is Senator Grant and his son Fitzgerald. "

"Nice to meet you, Fitzgerald," Olivia said sweetly.

Fitz smiled charmingly at her, the smile that made most women melt into his arms and kissed the back of her hand. "The pleasure is all mine. Please call me Fitz."

Big Gerry clapped his hands excitedly and exchanged a look with Eli. "I am going to go find a drink. You two kids can get acquainted. Eli, would you like to join?"

"Certainly," Eli said with a smile as he walked off with Big Gerry, both men shooting their children a look that said behave.


"So, Olivia," Fitz said once the men had disappeared to the bar. "Do you like the party?"

Olivia dug her heel in and smiled tightly at Fitz. "Look," she said. "I have a boyfriend so let's not even bother."

"So?" Fitz smiled widely at her again and let his eyes sweep over her. She wasn't really his type. She was gorgeous but he generally went for tall and blonde. She was tiny and her dark locks were framing her face perfectly. Her white sundress hugged her in all of the right places, showcasing her tiny waist and making her beautiful smooth skin glow. He had no intention of marrying her like he was sure their fathers planned but maybe he could get her into bed. I wonder if she is feisty there too, he mused.

"So?" She glared at him and got right up in his face. "So, don't bother with your games. I am taken and he is twice the man you are," she said. She let her eyes rake over him discerningly pretending to be unimpressed with what she saw.

Fitz scoffed and laughed as her glare got harder. Feisty, really feisty. "Oh really," he said with a smirk and a challenging cock of his eyebrow.

"He's going to be a Senator someday. What are you going to be?"

"President," he said with a shrug.


He followed her and he didn't quite know why. She turned on her heels and walked away in a huff as soon as he said President. He spent the first few moments after she walked away admiring the sway of her perfectly round ass. He was an ass man and her's was perfect. Without realizing what he was doing, he followed her into the house and finally caught up to her as she rounded the corner into the kitchen.

She heard the footsteps behind her and turned on him as soon as he entered the room. Why did he have to be so attractive? His jeans fit him perfectly and his blue polo shirt was showing off the perfectly lean muscles underneath.

"You are so cocky," she hissed. "President? Really? You don't have the stomach for politics. You're a pretty spoiled rich boy. I know exactly what your type is. You walk around thinking you are all that, dating any hot young blonde who comes your way. You jump from woman to woman without thought. You're a child."

"You know," he said with a sardonic laugh. "You're kind of a bitch. I was just trying to be nice to you."

"No you weren't. I know your game. You're nice to me. You take me on a couple dates, put on the charm, and then turn into a jerk. Break my pretty little heart. Well guess what? I don't want you!"

Before he even knew what was happening he had advanced on her. His lips descended on hers and he pulled her into a searing kiss. She wasn't his type at all. She wasn't even close to his type but once her lips opened to his he couldn't stop the desire that coursed through him. She was soft and sweet in his arms and so responsive. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers played in his hair. He deepened the kiss hungrily as she pressed herself against him. One hand found it's way to the back of her head to tangle in her hair as the other trailed up the inside of her thigh. His fingers came in contact with wet lacy panties causing a groan to escape his lips.

"If you don't want me, why are you so fucking wet," he rasped into her ear as his finger traced her slit.

"Shut up," she whispered. Olivia shuddered in his arms and forcefully brought his lips down for another passionate kiss.

This time he wasted no time in walking her back until her ass made contact with the kitchen island. He braced his hand on the cool marble as his kisses moved to her neck and his fingers pushed her panties aside. Just as he was about to slip his finger inside her wetness, his other hand slipped and he sent a stack of pans falling into the sink. The clatter of metal on metal snapped Olivia out of her haze and she quickly pushed him off, turning on her heels and practically running out of the room.

Fitz stumbled back and shook his head as he watched her run from the room. This girl is a handful, he thought. He looked down at his obvious erection and tried to will it away. Shaking his head again at his particular predicament, he went off in search of Olivia. Again.


Fitz found Olivia moments later standing on the balcony that overlooked the lake on the side of the Grant Estate. He stopped for a minute as he took in the sight of her and smiled slightly. She really was an incredibly beautiful girl. Opening the door to the patio he stepped out and closed it behind him. The sounds of the party going on out back could be heard and the smell of burgers was wafting up through the air.

She turned around to face him and her eyes swept over him, lingering just a moment too long on the obvious bulge in his pants. His hair was mussed up from her running her hands through it just moments ago and his lips were swollen from kissing her. She shook her head, wondering momentarily what she looked like before realizing he was staring at her.

"You certainly run away a lot."

"Shut up," she replied, crossing her arms similar to a defiant child.

"Look," Fitz said with a sigh. "Our parents obviously made a deal to get us together."

"I have a boyfriend."

He looked her up and down once more and smirked slightly. "You mentioned that."

"You're an ass."

"As I was saying. Our parents obviously made a deal to get us together."

"Obviously."

"Will you stop interrupting me," he boomed. "God you are frustrating! Your boyfriend must be a fucking Saint!"

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. "Go on."

"They made a deal and if I know my dad, and I assume your dad is similar, they're not likely to let this go easily."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "We have to go on a date or they'll never let it go."

"We go on a couple dates," he said. "And then you tell that daddy of yours that I did something mean. Yelled at you or cheated on you, whatever. And that you never want to see me again. He'll call my dad and yell and call the entire deal off and we're both free."

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Three dates and then I will tell my father I saw you with another girl and I am just simply heartbroken and then we can both go back to our normal lives." He crossed his arms and smirked at her. God, he is sexy. "What? What's the smirk for?"

"I said a couple dates. As in two. You made it three."

"Fine. Two dates then," she replied with an eye roll.

"Nope. Too late. You said three."

"You are incredibly frustrating."

"So we have a deal?"

"We have a deal."

Olivia stood up straight and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and ran her fingers through her hair. She moved to exit the tiny balcony but stopped right in front of him, smiling her sweetest smile.

"Pick me up Friday at 8. We are going somewhere nice and I expect you to be dressed to impress. Don't be late."

With that she sweetly patted his cheek and then exited the balcony, with what he swore was just a little extra sway to her enticing hips and round ass. He shook his head and laughed softly.

"This girl is going to be the death of me," he said out loud to no one at all. "The death of me."


A/N: This just popped into my head and I couldn't get it out. I know where I am going with it and I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will come along for the ride. These two are in trouble. Let me know what you think. I debated not posting this but I can't stop writing it.

I don't promise that I will write smut so right now it's M for language and innuendo but we will see what happens.

And as always, I don't own Scandal. If I did I would be SO rich.