—- so hi everyone! this is a new book and idea i've been co writing with someone! so this idea is based off of the beginning of 6x16! I'm not going to give too much away so just read! —-

Fitz walks hurriedly down the halls for the residence for the final night. Tomorrow at this time, he will be in Vermont and alone. Alone but away from the White House.

Anger and frustration broils in his blood - Olivia has gone behind his back and released her mother; the woman who may shoot Mellie at the inauguration tomorrow. He walks into the residence bedroom, slamming in behind him and taking off his dress coat. Just wanting to sleep and forget about it all. It's not like him and Olivia have a chance anymore - she's staying in DC with all the power.

"Hi." Olivia's soft voice echoes from behind him. His shoulders go tight as he turns around and sees her laying in bed with a sheet over her clearly naked body.

He looks at her, wanting to scream and yell but keeping his mouth shut for a moment.

"Olivia." He snaps, shaking his head, "What is this?" Fitz asks, Olivia rolling her eyes and sitting up in bed on her knees.

"You know exactly what this is."

"You let your mother out of custody when I, the President of The United States, said no. Do you not know how to listen? Or did you and Ballard do it together? Olivia, she could kill anyone at the inauguration tomorrow!" Fitz yells, his heart racing with frustration. Olivia looking at him, not expecting him to be this angry and swallowing hard.

"Fitz, trust me. Trust my gut. She's protecting us tomorrow. She will not kill anyone. I trust her and you need to trust me." Olivia says, not wanting to spend their last night like this.

Their last night. Her heart is breaking at the thought of it.

"Trust you? Olivia. It's not about trust. It's about the fact that she could shoot the next President. The mother of my children. I would like Karen and Teddy to keep their mother." Fitz snaps, shaking his head in frustration.

Olivia swallows hard, feeling horrible that she went behind his back but it had to be done. Her eyes soften as she looks at him from across the room. She just wants tonight to be them.

"Fitz, I'm sorry. Please can we not do this tonight? I shouldn't of gone behind your back." She whispers, her face contouring together in worry, "I'm sorry." She whispers again.

Fitz rubs his face, "Olivia-

She drops her sheet that is over her naked body, Fitz eyeing her. Even when he's angry, he can't get enough of her. Her perky, full breasts grabbing his attention quickly as her nipples harden. Her waist tiny and widens at the curve of her hips.

God. She's an angel.

He felt his cock harden in his pants, licking his lips, "Please. Not tonight, Fitz. Tomorrow you will be gone and I'll be here. I just want us." She begs, reaching out for him. The coldness around his heart begins to melt, taking off his shoes and unbuttons his shirt as he walks to her.

"I'll deal with you not listening in the morning." He growls before he jumps on the bed and straddles her underneath him. She lets out a giggle, reaching for him and kissing him with hunger. Everything slowing down as her tongue slides over his. Their tongues licking and tasting as Fitz pulls off his shirt and Olivia works on his belt.

"Shh.." She mumbles, moaning into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue in her mouth. Her body on fire now. Wanting him so badly.

She unzips and unbuttons his dress pants with ease, "Pants. Pants." She begs, Fitz gripping her neck as he kisses down the length of it. Careful not to leave a mark as he nips at her sweet spot. Olivia shivering and moaning.

"Pants." She begs again, pulling them down to his butt along with his boxers. Fitz chuckles, getting out of bed and pulling off his shirt, dress pants and boxers. His erection springing free and sitting thick and heavy. Olivia looks at him from bed, taking in the gorgeous, Greek god of a man.

"Mm.." he grumbles as he climbs back into bed and kisses her with hunger. His moves down her body, licking and nipping down her neck and the valley between her breasts. He takes a dark, hard nipple into his mouth. Olivia moaning at the sensation as he drags his teeth against the flesh, "Oh. God." She whispers, her core throbbing for him as his erection teasingly rubs over her smooth skin.

Fitz begins kissing down her body again, nipping the hinges of her hips and spreading her legs wide open for him. He smirks at how wet she already is for him, gently taking a long lick up her folds. Olivia's body trembling at the feeling and moaning. Her fingers running through his curls as he dives in with ravenous need to taste and please her.

His tongue swirls through her folds, plunging into her as he thumb works slow circles across her clit. He is bringing her to the edge and then stopping. Her body screaming for release as he brings her to the edge then stops for the third time.

"Please. Please." She cries, pushing her hips further into his mouth. He knows how to torment her body with one single movement. Fitz smirks against her flesh, looking up at her as his tongue peaks out and swirls against her clit. Sending her over the edge and into a pool of ecstasy. Her body convulses as her eyes shut and she falls into a silent, overwhelming scream.

"Oh." Olivia whispers as she comes down from her orgasm. Fitz licking every drop of her up, smirking at her and kissing up her body.

"Kiss me. Please." She begs, needing to feel his love on her. He kisses her tongue first, tasting herself on him. He greedily kisses her more, pushing into her slowly as he does so. Olivia gasping as her walls open for him then clench as he fills her to the hilt.

"Mmm... so good." He whispers into her mouth, both of the moaning and groaning with pleasure of being together. Being one.

He begins to move when he's able to control himself, he's slow and deliberate. Loving and caring with each thrust. Their eyes locked on one another - their last night together.

"I love you." Olivia whispers into Fitz's ear, both of them coming down from their stage of orgasm ecstasy. It all was so intense tonight - the feeling of lasts.

Soft whispers of 'I love you' while they were making love and gazes that never left one another.

"I love you more." He whispers into her hair, Olivia snuggling her head into his chest and listening to the soft sound of his heart beat.

"Tomorrow-

Olivia lifts her head, "Please don't." She whispers, she was dreading tomorrow because she didn't want to he without the love of her life. Her heart is with him. Fitz falls quiet, both of them just holding one another as their minds think of what's to come for them.

"Stay in DC." Olivia says, breaking the silence and sitting up a bit to look at the gorgeous man. His curls messy from her fingers running through them.

Fitz frowns, "What?" He asks, shaking his head and running his hand up and down her bare, soft back.

"Stay here with me. Don't leave." She explains.

"Olivia, I'm not doing that. I would love to but I'm not staying here while you run the world by Mellie's side. I'm not waiting anymore, Olivia. I have waited and begged and all you do is run. I'm going to Vermont and starting my foundation. I wish I could stay but I can't do that to myself anymore." He whispers, his heart hurting at his own words. Her eyes go big, swallowing and nodding.

All you do is run. He is right.

"But I want us. I want us, Fitz." She whispers.

"Olivia, now is not our time. That was your own words. You said that to me last week." Fitz murmurs, rubbing her back soothingly.

"That was when I didn't want to face it. Now is our only time." Olivia whispers, laying back down with a heavy heart.

Fitz is her life, her love and where she wants to be. It took her this long to understand and now she can't let go.

"Mellie Grant. The President of the United States."

Olivia stands at the side of the inauguration, just like she did 8 years ago, but now she is watching Mellie become president as Fitz is freed from the jail that is power.

Fitz smiles at Mellie, both of them waving before they head back inside. Olivia follows behind them, glancing at Fitz as she walks past him to Mellie.

He hasn't said anything to her all morning - his mind on the fact that he's going to be alone in their own. Olivia quietly heads towards her new office, running her hands over her desk. The White House movers now beginning the oval over to Mellie's office.

They are moving Fitz out.

Olivia stands at her desk, looking around quietly and seeing what she doesn't want. She can't do this anymore. Chase power and slip into darkness. She wants the life she has dreamed about for 8 years - being able to be free with Fitz.

She runs her hand over the file on her desk, the file that made her command of B613 this morning. She made a mistake. The overwhelming feeling of wanting out takes over, triggering her anxiety as she sinks to the floor.

She cannot do this. Her soul, mind and heart belong with Fitz. If he cannot stay then she will go with him.