This is my first Scandal fanfic. Hope you all enjoy


One Minute of Victory

Fitz looked around and still couldn't believe it. He was going to be The President of The States of America; he'd won the election. As they celebrated that night all he wanted was one minute with the woman who changed everything, his Livi. Without her he wouldn't have won. Without her, he would have thrown in the towel before Super Tuesday.

Fitz wanted to thank her, to celebrate their victory together. She was the woman he loved and when he looked back, he wanted to share this day with her. It didn't matter if he couldn't touch her. It didn't matter that he couldn't taste her plump, full lips or feel her delicate, smooth skin against his. One moment, one minute alone, breathing one another in is all Fitz needed.

He looked across the room, his gaze meeting Olivia's, telling her he needed her. Numerous people approached him, offering their congratulations. Finally there she was standing in front of him.

"Meet me later," he requested with a warm smile.

"That's risky, even for us," She replied quietly.

"Please, just for tonight," he pleated.

"Just for tonight," she conceded. "Congratulations Mr. President Elect," she offered with a smile.

"Thank you Livi," he returned his smile as bright as the moon.

After the festivities had died down and Mellie had dozed off, Fitz found himself inside Olivia's hotel room. Here he wasn't Fitzgerald Grant III and she wasn't Olivia Pope. Here he was simply Fitz, and she was simply Livi. The two stared at one another, Fitz hovering over her. Each with equally intense gazes.

"You shouldn't be here," Olivia said breaking their gaze and silence.

"I had to be with you, to thank you. If not for you I would have won this election. I wouldn't be here. I own you so much Livi. You changed my campaign and my life. I owe you everything, Livi," confessed Fitz as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Fitz, I..." Olivia began but her cut her off.

"Don't talk. I know I can't stay here long. Just give me one minute, Sweet Baby. One minute to hold you and kiss you. One minute to savory this victory, this night. Then I'll leave," he promised his lips inching closer to hers.

"One minute," she nodded in agreement before his lips captured hers. Olivia's arms instinctively wrapped around Fitz's neck as her fingers wove into his hair, gently pulling it in fistfuls. While one arm stayed positioned around her waist, Fitz's other trailed under her shirt, caressing her skin. As quickly as their lips joined, the pair broke apart. Their breathing labored and heavy. They stood for another minute, composing themselves.

"You should go, Fitz," Olivia urged. She knew if he didn't leave soon she'd lose all self-control.

"I am. Thank you, for tonight for everything. Thank you, Livi," he said sincerely, truly grateful for all she'd done.

"You're welcome. I was just doing my job," she said not wanting her emotions to get the best of her.

"I love you, Livi," Fitz assured as he pressed his lips against her quickly.

"I love you too, Fitz," Olivia returned softly, almost a whisper. With that, Fitz made his way to the door. His hand was on the knob before Olivia's voice stopped him.

"Goodnight, Mr. President Elect," she said falling back into their normal role.

"Goodnight, Livi," he returned quickly making his way outside of her room. As he left her room she was no longer the woman he loves. She was Olivia Pope, the fixer, and he was Fitzgerald Grant III , President Elect. In that one moment, that one minute she'd given him, he was Fitz and she was Livi. When he would look back on that night of victory he would forever remember his one minute with his Livi.