Author's Note: I haven't written in Fanfiction in YEARS, probably since I was a teenager - it's nice to get back into writing :) I'm also bummed Scandal is on hiatus until next season. I welcome reviews - depending on feedback, I'd definitely love to continue this story. The basis of this story's setting is inspired by Gossip Girl - it'll definitely have a different plot, but some themes and intersections might surface.

Thanks!

Chapter 1: First

Olivia Pope studied intently at her reflection in her full-length mirror. She adjusted her maroon and gold headband that adorned her beautiful black mane of curls that cascaded mid-way to her back. Tonight, she opted for a tight-fitting gray and black midi dressed that accentuated her flat tummy yet curvy hips. As always, she looked amazing, not that she was trying to impress any one in particular at tonight's event.

Her mother, Maya Lewis, was throwing an exclusive dinner party at their Upper-East Side home. It was an annual event that she always hosted the weekend before school started – Olivia attended the elite Keystone School, a private institution that educated the sons and daughters of New York's finest, from politicians, multi-billionaire business woman, highly respected judges and lawyers, etc. Olivia would be entering her senior year in just a few days and sighed thinking how this would be her fourth year upholding a façade to her mother's dinner party guests. You see, Maya was in charge in holding these parties as she was married to Keystone School's headmaster, Dominic Lewis.

It's not that Olivia didn't particularly like her step-father, he just wasn't her Dad. Last she heard, her Dad was somewhere in Europe, on the road with his band. Being the headmaster's step-daughter, gave her a certain reputation. The pressure to never break the rules for the sake of her parents' reputations. It was annoying not being able to do whatever she wanted, but she shrugged. In a matter of a year, she would be off to college very far away and wouldn't have to deal with that.

Olivia took one final glance at herself and made her way out of her room and into the living room where guests started had started to arrive. The reason she wasn't particularly interested in tonight's party was because her boyfriend of 4 years, Adam Fullerton, was still away for the summer. He had been interning at a branch of his father's law practice in California and wouldn't be back until the day right before college. Adam was the only person she didn't want to kill in the Upper-East side. Olivia had to admit – she and Adam were boring and safe. When school was in session, they would eat lunch together, meet up after each other's swim and basketball practices respectively, study at the library, go home, and repeat the next day. Maya and Dominic loved Adam and Adam's parents loved Olivia. It was known fact they would both go off to Stanford together and eventually get married. Happily Ever After..

"Olivia!" Quinn Perkins, one of Olivia's friends from school, was waving to her from the corner of the room, drink in hand. Olivia grabbed a drink quickly for herself from a catering tray passing by her. She was going to need it to deal with the parents, teachers and students who were starting to crowd her space.

"Hey Quinn," Olivia greeted. She noticed Quinn's tan. "How was Italy this summer?"

"Amazing! Well, let me start with this hot dude I met named-" Quinn stopped as they were cut off by someone approaching them.

"Ladies!" Fitzgerald Grand the 3rd, came to the girls much to Olivia's dismay. "How are we all doing? Ready for Senior year?" Fitz's piercing blue eyes were focused only on Olivia. He scanned her body and silently sent up a quick prayer to the maker of the dress she was wearing.

Olivia rolled her eyes. She hated Fitz. Fitz was a spoiled, rich-kid who thought he can get away with everything. His father was Gerry Grant, owner of Grant Towers, meaning Fitz had billions of dollars at his finger-tips which obviously dubbed him Keystone School's biggest player and asshole.

"Yeah, I feel like we're all ready." Quinn answered, as Olivia continued to glare at him.

Ignoring Quinn, Fitz got closer to Olivia, their bodies almost touching. Olivia's breath quickened and she almost dropped her drink when Fitz leaned over to her and whispered in her, "Missed me?"

'God, why does he smell so amazing,' Olivia thought to herself. Before she had a chance to answer, Olivia's mother, yelled for the room's attention. "Hello everyone! Keystone staff, students and, parents, I just wanted to personally thank all of you for coming tonight…" Maya droned on with a boring welcome speech. Fitz was still standing directly in front of Olivia. He lightly stroked her bare arm, causing goose-bumps to appear.

He whispered in her ear again, "Our spot. Five minutes."

"No," Olivia said in a low voice so that nobody around them can hear. Quinn, at this point, knew there always been something weird between Fitz and Olivia and decided to put her full attention into Maya's speech, not wanting to be apart of anything.

Fitz chuckled at Olivia's response. "Five minutes, Livvie. I'm going give you the best reunion fuck of your life."

Olivia narrowed her eyes and gave Fitz a dirty look as he walked away.

Five minutes later…

Fitz smiled as he heard the door of the rooftop open. 'I knew she couldn't keep away'.

"Hello, beautiful… you know I missed you while I was in China this summer overseeing some of father's projects over there. From time-to-time, I had to just imagine you naked to get me through those nights." Fitz smirked at her as she walked closer to him. The Lewis' owned a penthouse and were the only one's who had access to the rooftop. It overlooked and had a beautiful view of Central Park.

"Fitz… I came here to tell you we can't keep doing this. Me and Adam are going to get married next year and…" Olivia stopped talking as Fitz grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body into his. As much as she loathed Fitz, she couldn't deny the obvious sexual tension that seemed to exist between them. She felt the familiar moistening between her legs start form as Fitz rubbed his hands up and down her body.

Their sexual relationship started freshman year – he was her guilty pleasure that she couldn't seem to shake. Sure, she felt awful since publicly she was with Adam, but she told herself that once Senior Year came by, she'd stop this juvenile relationship she had with Fitz to focus on transitioning to college and the life ahead of her with Adam. Fitz was just a phase, she told herself time and time again.

Fitz rolled his eyes. "I know, I know.. you've told me this plan a million times. This is going to end as soon Senior Year starts, blah blah blah" he mimicked Olivia in high-pitched voice. "Well, baby, Senior Year doesn't start until a few days." He ran his hands through Olivia's hair and squeezed her waist lightly with the other.

Olivia stared into his beautiful eyes. She had to admit that he looked so damn good tonight. He wore a black suit and maroon tie, ironically matching the headband she had on.

It was late August and the air was still hot so Fitz took off his suit jacket and draped it over the lounge chair. Olivia bit her bottom lip studying Fitz's muscles through his blouse. She hated him internally, but loved everything about him externally.

Fitz suddenly sat down on the lounge chair and grabbed Olivia so she was sitting on his lap. He turned his face towards her and caressed her cheek. After a few moments, Olivia couldn't take it and planted her lips on Fitz's. They opened their mouths at the same time and their tongues wrestled, happy to reunite again. The intensity of the kiss caused Olivia to moan – music to Fitz's ears.

As they continued to make out, Fitz's hands crept up under Olivia's dress. He caressed over her thigh until he felt the lace of her panties, already wet. He smiled at this discovery and started to rub her through the fabric.

Olivia opened her mouth and started to pant heavily at his contact.

"I've missed this all summer," Fitz said. He quickly flipped Olivia over so she was now lying on her back. He moved her dress up so that it was now bunched around her waist. He wasted no time in pulling her beautiful pink lace panties off. He got on his knees and lowered his head so that he was directly looking at Olivia's beautiful clean-shaven center.

Olivia looked down at him, eyes full of lust anticipating what was to come next. "Gorgeous," Fitz muttered and he tenderly traced her pink folds.

"Fitzgerald fucking Grant, do something already," Olivia squirmed. She freaking hated his guts.

"Patience, my precious cherub," Fitz smiled. He traced her center again, appreciating her wetness already starting to drip. Concluding she had enough, he inserted finger into her pussy and rapidly brought them in and out causing a squishing sound he loved so much.

Olivia moaned, "Mmm.. fuck yes finally." She started to grind her hips against his fingers and touched her breasts through her dress's fabric. Her nipples started to harden. Fitz used the thumb of his finger and started to aggressively massage her clit.

"You like that, baby? I know you do…" He continued to stroke and finger-fuck her until her legs started to vibrate. Her orgasm came like a spiral and once it hit, her juices flowed all over Fitz's hand. He licked his hand right up, savoring Olivia's essence.

Olivia exhaled deeply – she hadn't came that hard in several months.

"I'm going to miss you, asshole," Olivia said playfully as Fitz stood and started stripping his clothes. He took off his blouse, pants and boxers, freeing his erect penis. Olivia licked her lips – she almost forgot how big Fitz was, certainly bigger than Adam's but she kept that thought to the back of her mind. Following suit, Olivia pulled her dress over her head and unhooked her bra. Fitz lowered himself on the lounge chair again so Olivia was right between his legs. He lowered and kissed her stomach and trailed up to her perky breasts. He looked up at her as he popped her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Not long after, he went for the left one and Olivia arched her back in ecstasy. As she flexed up, her pussy made contact with his penis and she rocked against it causing Fitz almost bust on the spot.

"Naughty girl," Fitz whispered into her ear. He grabbed Olivia's arms and pinned it above her on the chair. "Open for me."

Olivia obliged and opened her legs wide for Fitz. He slowly touched the front of pussy with his penis and inserted it inch-by-inch. They both exhaled in unison. Fitz thrusted inside of her slowly at first, savoring their touch as they hadn't been together for months. After a few moments, he picked up his speed and drilled into Olivia. She arched her back and lifted her legs yet again meeting Fitz thrust-for-thrust.

"Like I said.." Olivia panted. "I'm." Thrust. "Going." Thrust. "To." Thrust. " Miss". Thrust. "You." Fitz reach down and started to massage her clit as he continued drill into you. Olivia moaned loudly, thankful they were the only ones who had access to their rooftop.

Olivia quickly forced them to flip over – before Fitz had a chance to think, she slammed her pussy on his penis yet again and started to ride him. Fitz looked up – she was a beautiful vision, her eyes closed and hair lightly blowing in the night wind. She gently rocked back-and-forth, back-and forth. He reached up with both hands and squeezed both of her boobs, lightly padding her nipples with his thumbs.

After bouncing on Fitz's dick a few more times, Olivia felt her orgasm build up again. Keeping his right hand kneading her breast, he used his left hand to massage her clit and she picked up the pace of her bouncing. Olivia opened her eyes and found Fitz staring at her with such intensity, as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She couldn't take it anymore and her orgasm hit her hard. Subsequently after Olivia gasped and moaned for air, Fitz ejaculated and he rubbed his hands on Olivia's thighs, basking in the amazing sex they just shared.

Olivia breathed in and out giving her a moment to compose herself. Fitz started at her – they were still connected and admired her beautiful face, as she came down form her natural high. Her full, pouty sexy lips, high cheekbones, smooth cocoa skin were his religion. Staring at her, it hit him: 'I am in love with Olivia Pope'. Fitz knew he couldn't let her get away, especially not to that loser Adam. Before he could say anything, Olivia disconnected from him and she shot from the lounge chair and started to grab her articles of clothing strewn on the floor.

"Where are you going so fast?" Fitz said. He stared at her ass she bent to pick up clothes and already started to feel himself hard again. No other girl could do that to him.

"Back to the party, Fitz. I'm sure my mother is wondering where I am. And besides, like I said this is our absolute last time having sex," Olivia stated as she started to clothe herself again.

"I want to be with you," Fitz blurted out, still sitting on the chair naked, watching Olivia get dressed.

Olivia stopped what she was doing and looked at Fitz like he had five heads. Then, she started to laugh, "Are you kidding me, Fitz? We can never be together. You're a self-righteous brat. You haven't had a serious girlfriend ever. You spend your nights and weekends getting high on coke, trashing nightclubs and fucking every girl in sight. I'm college-bound, Fitz and I need to think seriously about my future. You can't seriously think we could ever be together."

Her words hit Fitz's heart like daggers and for one second, he felt himself starting to tense and tear up. As quickly as that feeling came, he forced himself to man up and pride took over. "Fuck you, Olivia. Your pussy's not that great any way."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Fuck you, too Fitz. It was nice knowing you." With that, Olivia stomped away and exited the rooftop.

Fitz placed his head in his heads and rubbed is temples. He knew deep in his heart Olivia Pope was the love of his life, but she clearly didn't want him. He had know idea how he was going to survive Senior Year.