Hi! Hello! How are you? Thank you for reading my little ole story. This is something that had been swimming around in my head after the preview for 221. (Can I just 220 was absolutely flawless) I'm sure the show is going to go nothing like what I am envisioning for this story but a girl can hope. Right?

The sun peaked through the blinds in Olivia's bedroom causing her to roll over away from the light. She collided with a warm mass and opened her eyes to find the evidence she had been hoping for to prove that her dreams from the night before were actually a reality. Fitzgerald Grant, the president, was lying in her bed, under her sheets, nude. She took a moment to take in his features, his strong jaw, curly hair which had become wild from sleep (among other things), the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Her eyes left him only to glance up at the clock which reminded her that the real world continued on outside the walls of her bedroom and if she had any chance of making it to her office at a reasonable hour she needed to get up now.

Olivia rolled out of the bed, careful not to wake Fitz who, because he didn't have to fix the hair that had been ruined the night before in the shower, could sleep for a little while longer. She walked into the bathroom, showered, brushed her teeth, and put on a bath robe before walking to the mirror to begin straightening her curly locks. She was almost finished when she heard Fitz's bare feet on the bathroom floor tile.

"You know, a man doesn't like to wake up to an empty bed. Especially when they were sharing said bed with a very beautiful, very sexy woman." Fitz placed a kiss on Olivia's shoulder before wrapping his arms around her waist. Olivia leaned back into him enjoying how easily they fit into one another.

"Well," she began as she continued her hair, "If someone wouldn't have done me up against the shower wall, I wouldn't have to do my hair and would still be in bed with you."

"I heard no complaints last night, in fact, you seemed to enjoy yourself." Fitz ran his fingers through the newly straightened hair that covered Olivia's back. "How does this happen?"

"What?"

"This!" Fitz answered holding up a lock of her hair. "It was straight, then it was curly, now its straight. How does that happen? Magic?" Fitz asked his eyes glued to her hand as she worked the flat iron through her hair.

Olivia looked back at him and chuckled. "No. Not magic. Just a blow dryer, a flat iron, and a collection of hair products." Taking in his confused expression she continued. "My hair is what you call natural. That means that since there is not a product in it to keep it straight, it gets curly when its wet, hence what happened in the shower last night. The flat iron straightens it back out to what it is now."

"Ooookay." Fitz placed another kiss on Olivia's shoulder before releasing her waist. "I am going to back to bed where I expect you to be in 3 minutes without this robe." Fitz rubbed his hand down Olivia's silk covered arm. "Alright?"

"I'll see what I can do Mr. President." She winked at him.

"I will come back in here and get you if I have to." With that he walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, making himself comfortable under the crisps white sheets.

Exactly 3 minutes later, Olivia walked out of the bathroom, threw her bathrobe down and climbed under the sheets that Fitz had pulled back for her. "Okay. You got me here-" Before she could finish her sentence she felt Fitz's lips on hers. Happy to let the sentence die, she sought out Fitz's tongue with her own. They were so lost in each other that they didn't hear the front door open and they certainly didn't notice the fuming suit covered body approaching the bedroom doorway.

"GET UP!" A red-faced Cyrus barreled through the entrance way and gave the couple a look that would scare lesser humans. "ARE YOU BOTH OUT OF YOUR DAMN MINDS?!" Olivia covered her face, hiding behind Fitz's chest as he sat up to look at Cyrus.

"Cyrus, I would like to remind you that I am the President and you cannot speak to me that way."

"WELL, YOU WON'T BE FOR LONG IF YOU KEEP THIS UP." Cyrus gestured toward the bed and its occupants. "You are the president. THE PRESIDENT. Or did that little fact slip your mind while you were in the throws of passion?" Cyrus finished through gritted teeth.

It was now Fitz's turn to raise his voice. "CYRUS! YOU CANNOT AND YOU WILL NOT WALK INTO OLIVIA'S APARTMENT AND SPEAK TO EITHER OF US THIS WAY. I am the President and I demand respect and as you are a guest in her house, no matter how unwelcome, I demand the same for Olivia." Fitz glanced at Olivia who had remained unusually silent throughout the conversation.

Cyrus took a deep breath as he looked between the couple in front of him. "Can you at least put some clothes on so we can discuss this as adults?" Without waiting for their responses, Cyrus turned and walked out of the room towards the front of the apartment.

Fitz turned to Olivia who still had yet to say anything. "Liv-"

"Its okay. I'm okay. We knew this would happen. We were expecting it. Right? We can handle Cyrus." She looked up into Fitz's eyes with a smile.

"Yeah. We did. We can." Fitz kissed her quickly.

"Let's get dressed and figure out how to handle this. Let's fix this." She got up from the bed and Fitz followed her lead. They turned around and pulled up the covers, returning the bed to its original state before preparing for the hurricane that waited for them outside.

Olivia and Fitz found themselves sitting in front of a less than impressed Cyrus, who at this point was ready to throw himself off of a cliff after everything that he had to deal with over the last few days.

"Okay so let's start with the absolute basics. Did either of you watch the First Lady's interview?"

Fitz and Olivia shared a look before turning back to Cyrus and answering at the same time. "No"

"What?! What were you-? No. You know what. Don't answer that. I can't-" He looked at both of them again and addressed the President. "You need to get back to the White House. NOW. Everything is falling apart and you are here playing house."

"Cyrus. I am not-" Fitz began but stopped when he heard Liv speak.

"Fitz. You need to go back to the White House. You have a job to do and you need to get on top of this. I can fix this but that is never going to work with you here and not sitting in the Oval."

Cyrus stood up "Yes, finally, a voice of reason. Listen to her Fitz. We need to get you out of here, which is going to be nearly impossible since the sun is up, and back to that big beautiful symbol of the American democracy that you call a home so that you-"

"Liv, no you are not fixing this. You fixing me is what hurt us the first time so you have to let me handle this. Okay? This is my problem and I am going to handle it so don't fix anything." Fitz looked at her with eyes that said he meant business.

"But if you just-"

"No. Do not under any circumstances try and fix this, Livvie."

"But-"

"No. Liv." He said with a chuckle. "Cyrus we can head back to the White House now." That was all Cyrus had to hear. He was out of the door in a flash, headed towards the elevator. Fitz turned back to Olivia. "So I have to go."

"That you do Mr. President." She said standing up to look at him, a smile on her lips and in her eyes.

Cyrus turned around at the door giving a warning look to Fitz. "I am going out here and pushing the call button on this elevator. If I am in this elevator and it closes before you get out here, so help me God."

Fitz turned around making eye contact with Cyrus. "CY!" Cyrus turned around with a huff and hit the call button with much more force than what was necessary. "I better get out of here before Dad grounds me." Fitz brought his hands up to Olivia face.

"Yes. I hear he's pretty strict so I think you should." She said with a giggle.

"I love you" Fitz breathed as his forehead fell to Olivia's.

She looked at him for a moment before speaking again "I love you too." Their lips met in a kiss that could have gone on longer if it were not for the dinging heard from the elevator as it opened. Much to their displeasure they separated, Olivia straightened his tie and walked him to the door. Fitz turned to kiss her quickly before walking out the door onto the elevator.

Olivia walked into her office with a little extra pep in her step. Her head was a little bit higher than usual. She looked at the table in front of her. All the people that she had helped at some point, the people who at this point where like her family. Taking a deep breath, rounding her shoulders, and focusing her eyes on the wall behind her she spoke.

"What do we have?"

So let me know what you guys think. Should I continue or not. I feel like there is a lot that I can do with this but would really like to get your opinions.