A/N: Just a collection of firsts for Olivia and Fitz. More to come!
First Hug:
Olivia Pope was efficient; Fitz watched as she quickly (and brutally) edited out huge portions of what he'd thought had been a good speech. "Is it that bad?" He asked, only half-joking. "Well-No," Olivia said, "But you need to change your tone if you want to get more voters." Fitz looked at the red ink blotting out his sentences. "Will you help me?" "Governor-" "You're the best there is, Oliv-Ms. Pope," Fitz said, deciding to be more formal so she knew that it was strictly business.
Olivia hesitated, and then agreed. She sat next to him on the couch, and gave him so many pointers that his head was spinning. Fitz quickly typed up what she said, and she reached across him to edit his sentences even then. It took nearly three hours, and by the time they were finished, the sky had darkened. However, after they'd wrapped up their session, Fitz had maybe the best speech he'd ever written in his hands, and knew that Olivia Pope was one out of a million if she could produce this sort of material, engaging yet professional, appealing yet logical. She stood, grabbed her bag, and started to leave.
"Olivia-Wait," Fitz called after her. "Governor?" Olivia turned. Fitz stood up and walked towards her until they were only a few inches from touching. "Thank you," he said, and, on a limb, pulled her towards him in a hug. When she stiffened, Fitz wondered briefly if he'd made a mistake, but then she relaxed, even hugged him back a little, and his fears were dispelled. "You're welcome," she murmured into his chest, and then pulled away, smiled slightly, and left, leaving Fitz alone in his office to savor the feel of her against him.