A/N: Hi guys! I'm going to try something new so this story's gonna be AU (THAT RHYMED SON!) Okay anyway, I'm really new to writing so I hope you enjoy this regardless. The prompt was requested by someone on Tumblr and the idea of the story was also inspired by a movie I saw! So let me know what you think by leaving a review after you read and hit the follow or favorite button if you want more chapters!

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Prologue

Not many moments passed from their blissed out state when he already felt her shuffling away from him, making an effort to gather her discarded clothes on the floor.

Running a hand over his face, Fitz tried to fight back the sinking feeling in his chest. Slightly shaking his head, he couldn't help but find his reaction amusing. Because even though she made it clear to him from the very start and even if it happened night after night after night, the sight of her leaving him never failed to make him feel hurt and disappointed.

Because here's the deal: Fitzgerald Grant valued commitment. Although he played the field a great deal back in his younger days, deep down he always stood by the concept of being a one-woman type of man someday. So after spending years on meaningless one night stands and mediocre relationships, Fitz was finally done. Being thirty-six and knowing he wasn't getting much younger, he's been set on taking relationships seriously in an attempt to find the one that would be it for him in the long haul. So with that said, anyone would understand why his current situation was so twisted: here he was, in all of his after-sex glory, getting his feelings hurt over a no strings attached relationship that he wanted desperately to be more.

Glancing sideways and seeing she was turned away from him, he took the rare opportunity to admire her; from the delicate curve of her neck, to the smooth planes of her back, and the defined curves of her body that he couldn't help but commit to memory. After his exploration, it was sufficient to say that Olivia Pope was nothing short of a goddess and he didn't know how he was lucky enough to have her- or at least at nights similar to this, in his sheets, where their relationship begins and ends. Really getting a chance to look at her now, it was evident that her beauty was one of the things that tied him to the current mess of a situation he was in. However, anyone who knew Olivia would understand that what he felt for went way beyond her looks; that the butterflies he felt, and the stupid, messy decision to fall head over heels in love with her was more than just that.

Because beyond her delicate features and striking looks, Olivia Pope also used her great passion and intelligence to her advantage. Given the quality of her work and dedication to the job, it was no question why she was one of the most respected journalists in Washington. In the long and many years of his career, Fitz has never worked alongside anyone who managed to put that much depth and emotion into their work like Olivia did. She always writes in the moment, putting all the raw emotion and feeling she has as a way to draw the audience to her world, letting them feel what she wants them to feel through her unique writing technique and play on words. But lastly, and maybe most importantly, Olivia Pope was honest. She valued trust, whether in her work or in real life. She always looked at things objectively and wasn't afraid to be straightforward when the situation called for it. It was this quality of hers that put him back in his place whenever she felt like he was overstepping his boundaries. Olivia was also being honest when she told him that they didn't have to spend any time outside of work just because they were fucking. And maybe, just maybe, her honesty was the reason why Fitz was having an internal battle with himself on whether he should ask her to stay the night.

A great part of him wanted badly for her to stay. He wanted to sleep with her in his arms and wake with their limbs intertwined, his arms wrapped around her and her head on his chest. Because with her, he craved closeness and intimacy; with her, space seemed overrated anyway. He wanted the opportunity to look at her in the morning light; to see her face free of the stress and worry she had on when she was to busy being the great Olivia Pope. But more than anything, he wanted the simplicity of it all. No hiding, no fear over what happens next; because more than anything, he longed to feel what it would be like for her to be his and how it would feel like to be owned by Olivia Pope.

However, the other part of him: the hesitant and scared voice inside his head; the nagging voice that was beyond exhausted, kept trying to pull him back because it knows he's gonna get rejected. Again. Just like the first few times.

Before he could even make a decision, his hand was already reaching out to latch onto hers, their fingers slowly intertwining together.

Cautiously, she finally turned to face him; glancing down at their linked hands with a puzzled expression on her face. Fitz who was watching her, on the other hand, felt his heart pound just a little bit louder in his chest when he realized she made no move to let go of the intimate moment.

One step forward.

"You know you don't have to leave right? I have a huge bed. I don't mind sharing it." He teased, making small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Oh, I know. You did a great job of sharing it with me the first time and the time after that." She winked at him, obviously avoiding his point and getting the wrong idea.

"You know that's not what I mean, Liv." He sighed, defeated; feeling his hope disappear just as it showed.

"Then what do you mean, Fitz? What else do you want from me?" Snatching her hand away from his, she asked, exasperated with his behavior. Her mood shifted quickly, her guard up and no longer the carefree woman he was with just a few minutes ago.

Laying back on the bed, he pinched the bridge of his nose in attempt to control his growing temper. "Nothing, Liv. Just- forget I even said anything." She paced back and forth, lost in the situation. She was frustrated at herself for getting all worked up, and even more frustrated at him for pushing her constantly into making this more than what she wants it to be.

"You know our boundaries because you agreed. You knew what this was going to be the moment you signed up for it, Fitz. So stop! Just stop making more of what we are. What you want is never going to happen!"

With a small chuckle, he finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye. "Well, you sure made that pretty clear didn't you?"

"You know what? Fuck you, Fitz. I'm sorry you're not mature enough for this." Putting on her shoes, she managed to grab all her things before walking out the door, not giving him a second look.

"I'll see you at work, boss!" Fitz yelled at her before he heard the door slam on her way out, seeing as she left, again; nothing new there.

Throwing the closest thing he could find to the wall out of frustration, he sank down on his pillows and buried his face in his hands wondering how things got that quickly out of hand.

Before drifting off to sleep, he tried to recall any good feeling he had to make himself feel better but he was just far too upset. Second guessing himself, he thought that maybe he shouldn't have pushed her too far. Or better yet, maybe he shouldn't have agreed to sleep with her in the first place.

Forcing himself to sleep with the haunting image of her walking away on his mind, Fitz finally drifted off, not looking forward to going to work tomorrow.

Two steps back.

A/N: Okay! So that was really rough for a starting chapter but just go with me here. I really really have great ideas for this story so I hope you guys liked it. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review after you read and hit the follow or favorite button if you want me to continue and what your ideas are for the next few chapters! You can tweet me goldwyndempsey. Again, thank you guys and please please review!