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Kryptonite

Chapter 1: SAY IT!

Olivia has been running on all cylinders working to help Fitz stop the sex tape of Karen from releasing. Huck and Quinn have been at the White House all day, helping Karen back track who she was with the night before. After some time, the names of the two boys were found, and sent Quinn to deal with each one of them.

Olivia then headed off to see Fitz to give him an update. He saw her and immediately stopped working. He stood up and she told him that they had the two names of the boys and her people were on it. Unable to look at her anymore, Fitz turned around. He told her while looking at a family photo he thought he did the right thing by sending Karen back to school.

"I should have spent more time with her," he lamented. "But I thought sending her back was the right choice."

"Burying yourself in work to forget the pain is not always wise," she softly admitted.

"Neither is running away," Fitz turned to face her. Olivia's face fell. She knew this was coming, but didn't want to do this now. Before she could say anything, he asked, "Where did you go?"

"Zanzibar."

Fitz's eyes began to show all his sadness. He hated to ask but he had to know. "So you left me for two months to go alone." He walked to the side of desk, letting his fingers trail against the wood.

"I wasn't alone," she blurted out quickly before she lost her nerve. She watched his face fall, and then she saw the hurt in his eyes. Olivia told herself she would not lie to him. It would only hurt him more.

"Jake," he questioned knowing the answer. "Say it," she heard the anger and jealousy in his voice.

"I went with Jake," she whimpered.

"Why?"

"He asked me to stand in the sun with him; to save him," she folded her arms around her body. She looked down. Seeing the pain his eyes was too much. It was one thing to leave him, but it was entirely something else to up and leave with another man.

"And did you," he walked a little closer. The thought of Jake having her anyway he wanted to for two months, made him see red. Any other man touching her soft skin, being inside her walls, making her scream, was unacceptable.

"No," was all she answered with. Unable to face him any longer, she started to turn around to leave. This admission helped Fitz but barely. Jake still had her for two months alone.

To stop her from leaving, "I'm sorry Liv," she turned to face him. "About your mom."

"No you don't get to apologize for her. You lost a child. She ruined your family. Both my parents did," she stopped. "She ruined us and I let it happen."

Fitz mouthed dropped open, hurt and surprised. She began to walk in his direction. His eyes grew wide, stunned that she didn't keep back. Olivia stopped directly in front of him and stared up into his eyes. He saw her hand come up and stop just inches away from his face. It was shaking.

He began to reach to touch her, until she finally placed it on his cheek. He steadied himself. She whispered, "So I'm sorry for everything," Fitz knew what she now apologizing but didn't respond. "And for the record he didn't save me either; because he's not you. He'll never be you."

His mouth dropped open. "Liv," he mouthed. He began to reach to touch her, but then turned and walked away, leaving him flustered.

Looking to the door, she murmured. "Jake is not everything I've ever dreamed." She looked over her shoulder. "You are No amount of sex on a beach can change that."

She quickly turned before she lost in, and was out the door. Once she left the room, he walked back to his chair and let his tears fall. He was hurt that she left with Jake. That she had been with Jake all the time. He figured they were together now, and the thought it if made him jealous. He opened his desk and took out an envelope.

"It's time," he said out loud. "No looking back." He placed a phone call to Lauren and said informed him that the person he needed was standing by. He then busied himself with work and waited for her to come back.

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"SAY IT!"

After Olivia left Fitz, she met Quinn arriving back. With new information on the boys, Olivia headed out to meet with one of the boy's parents. She sat in her office with them and they insisted that Fitz pay them a large sum of money in order to keep them quiet. Fearing that this horrible people would do the worse and destroy the First Family even more, she went back to the White House to see Fitz.

Fitz agreed to pay them the money and she headed back to the parents with a check. After the parents threated Karen, Olivia told them off and threated to go to the press. They gave her the video and left with their tails in between their legs. They ran out of there so fast, she knew they believed her.

She entered the Oval happyand found him looking out the window. He was still upset about her leaving him but he pushed that aside and asked for her help with Karen. "Fitz," she called for him. But he did not answer her. He continued to look out the window. She saw the tumbler on his desk and knew he had been drinking.

"Fitz," she said his name again.

"I heard you," he turned around to face her. After all this time, he still rendered her speechless. His suit fit him perfectly; hanging just off his body the way it should. Fitz saw her studying him for a moment, taking him in. He almost felt his cheeks heat up, but pushed it aside. "What?"

"Huh," she was still in a haze. The sun was going down behind him, and she could see a perfect blend of yellow and gold highlights in his hair. Fitz saw her bit her lip, smiling inwardly, knowing he was affecting her.

"What did you find out," he asked her. "Karen?" He walked in her direction and handed her a glass with scotch it in. She took if from him and he gave her a faint smile, making here blush. "Liv," he called her finally, making her mind snap out of it.

"Sorry," she took a drink and he handed her. She began to pace furiously back and forth and finally in circles as she recounted what happened. She repeated her verbal beat down she gave the mother and father, making Fitz happy it was not him on the other end of it.

"I don't like this," he voiced, stopping her in her tracks.

"I know," she placed her drink down. "But I have everything and if it ever comes out these people will lose everything they have. I promise you. They are more afraid of me than you right now. But I am sure I can have Huck threaten them if you like?"

Fitz chuckled. "Liv, I'm the President," he walked to the fireplace. "I can stop a war, get bills pasted in Congress but I can't stop horrible parents from trying to hurt my daughter." He took a swig of the drink, and stared at her.

"I'm sorry." she voiced in sadness. She looked at him with hope in her eyes. He was angry, upset and on the verge of a breakdown, but he was holding in. She started to leave the Oval but she heard Fitz say…

"There are plenty of people in this world Livy that should not have had kids. Those are the ones who make terrible parents," he leaned on his desk, unable to keep eye contact.

"You not a terrible father Fitz," she walked over to where he was standing. She kept her distance. If they touched, she'd be dead in the water. She risked it once on her terms, but it couldn't happen again. He looked so lost and confused. All she wanted to do was take him in her arms, hold him, likes she's wanted to do for months. But she wouldn't allow herself that indulgence. "The world is just full of terrible parents."

He turned to face her and began to walk in her direction. Olivia crossed her arms but held her ground. She had to be strong. "I'm a failure at being a father," he walked closer. She swallowed quickly. "A failure at being a husband," now he was standing in front of her.

"Fitz," she said in just above a whisper. He lifted his hand and handed her an envelope. He was a foot away from her. She took it and opened it. Once she realized what he handed her, she dropped it on the floor. "There's no way…," she barely got out before he closed in on her.

Fitz reached for her quickly, pulling her into his body, slamming their bodies together. She closed her eyes, and drawing from her inner strength, not to give into him. She felt his hands on the tip of her tailbone, pushing her into his massive body. He had a vice grip on her petite frame. Even if she wanted to push him away, she'd be unable to get him to release her.

"Fitz," she mouthed his name only. She could feel his breath on her face, signaling that he was inching closer. He was just as starved for her as she was for him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. His woodsy cologne engulfed her senses, causing a fire within her that only he could start and stop with one look.

Fitz yanked her closer, and lowered his voice. "Am I a failure at being a man too," he looked down at her, and she met his gaze. "That is why you left with Jake," his words broke her heart.

She nodded 'no,' her only way of telling Fitz it wasn't true. How could he even think such a thing? Yes she left with another man, but he would never be Fitz in her eyes. Their noses practically touching, and he was already lowering his face to meet hers. Her mind was screaming to break free, but her heart wouldn't allow her to move.

"Fitz," she whispered in a voice filled with fear, and longing. It was trembling, and shaky. Fitz knew that voice, and he knew her body was winning over her mind. "This can't be…Please tell me you…"

It was a guttural sound out of his body that made her begin to fall apart in his arms. She felt his arms, yank her closer. He lowered his voice to an octave she had not heard in months, "Don't. Ever. Leave. Me. Like. That. Again," he growled, lowering his head. His nose was now touching her face. His breath, going into her mouth. She felt her legs begin to betray her.

She mouthed "please," in the hopes he would stop. But she knew he would not stop until she either pushed him away or she came apart in his arms.

His next words shattered any hopes of that happening. "I almost didn't survive. I almost died without you." Her breathing became labored as she felt Fitz unhook her jacket. "And It. IS NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN."

She felt his hand lightly grazed her breast, directly across her nipple causing her breathing to increase. She felt her chest harden, and already wanting more of his callous fingers to massage them more. She felt the palpable fire within her begin to increase. He was the only man she had ever been with, to make her body do things she didn't think possible.

His hands on her body was sent her nerve ending into high alert. She knew what he had done but he was distracting any other thoughts from coming into her mind. "Fitz," she pleaded.

Fitz was now millimeters away from her lips. He promised himself this wouldn't happen. But he could no longer hold himself back. Everything about her, called him back like a mermaid's song, singing for her lost love to return to the sea. He's been starved for her for months, and with her now in his arms, he can't stop. He had been starved of her presence, smell, voice, and body for months. He needed this now.

Fitz reaches behind to her back and untucks her shirt. She gasps as she feels his hand begin to massage her skin. She grabs a hold of both his arms, as his motions increase. It felt too good to have her in his arms. He can't stop not till he hears her say it. Fitz HAS TO hear her say the words he longed to hear for months, years. He moves his hands forward and slides her jacket off her body, exposing her bare arms, and apparently a low cut top.

Once her jacket slides onto the floor, he shakes his arms free and in seconds his jacket is thrown on the couch. His arms snake back around her body to her pants. Her eyes are closed, so she can pretend this is a dream. He lowers his face to her neck. His face is millimeters away from placing his lips to her soft skin.

He growls into her neck, "Say it Olivia," making her practically collapse in his arms.

"Fitz please," she begs. He hands snake into her pants and finally underwear. She breathing at an alarming rate as his fingers slip lower. He won't stop until she says it out loud. Her body has craved his touch for months, this moment for so long. Once she says it, there is NO taking anything back – no looking back.

Fitz begins to caress her intimately. She feels his fingers slide into her wetness and begins to pant. He moves his fingers over her folds, careful not to enter; finding her spot he knows will make her scream his name out in passion. Olivia is experiencing shortness of breath as Fitz's lips make contact with her neck. He begins to nibble on her delicious soft skin. He is hungry and only one things will satisfy him.

Olivia's hand as a mind of its own, and travels down to Fitz's pants. By instinct alone she finds his hardness and begins to move up and down along his shaft. Fitz moans into her neck as he feels her ministrations through his pants. He begins to move against her hand, determined for the friction to increase and calm his raging appetite.

"Look. At. Me and SAY IT," his voice is filled with lust, want and need. She snaps out of the sexual haze and opens her eyes. Her own eyes zone in and lock with his. He removes his hand from her pants and cups her face, palming both cheeks. She stops her hand and gets lost in this game changing moment.

To ease her fears, Fitz utters, "It's real. WE are real."

She tries to move away but he won't release her. He feels her resisting him; no them and he WILL NOT let her run, not now. Especially not into another man's arms, knowing she belongs in his alone. "No." She places her hand on his chest, pushing him in the other direction.

"SAY IT DAMMIT," he startles her for the first time.

"No," she begins cry.

"I want to hear you Olivia. SAY THE WORDS," his voice is laced with need, want, and his dreams. She has to say the words to make it a reality.

She begins to quietly sob. "You're divorced all right" she closes her eyes unable to look at him. "You're free."

"Open your eyes," he commands. She shakes her head widely in his hands. He smiles, knowing he's winning against her inner self – the demons he's fought against all these years. If she looks at him, she will crumble into a million pieces.

"I can't," she whimpers. "Let me go."

"Never. Livy," her name sounds like a prayer. "Please?" She finally opens her eyes and calms herself down. Once he sees her relax, "Now say it again."

She gazes into his eyes. "You're divorced Fitz. Why?"

"Because I did it for me," he grins. "And yes I am." She can no longer make excuses to keep them apart. He pulls her back against his chest and leans his face dangerously close. Her eyes flutter in response to his breath on her skin.

His hands begin to work their way over her body. He starts at her breasts, palming both of them through her blouse. "Now," he takes her bottom lip in his mouth. "Did you miss me?" His voice is hoarse, laced with his need to be inside her. It has been too long for both, and he can no longer push his ache for her aside.

"Shit," she whimpers, feeling her legs wobble.

"Liv, did you miss me," he thrusts his hardened length into her, making her gasp and grab a hold of his dress shirt. Fitz begins to lift up her blouse, eager to feel her naked breasts under his large hands. He HAD to touch her, in order to claim her body as his and his alone. His hot breath was all over her face.

She began to pant with need. "Tell me Liv, did miss me?" He asked one more time."Did HE touch you like this," snaking his hands to unhook her bra. He moved one forward and places it over her bare breast. His massages it his hand, causing her moans to increase.

"Does he WANT you the way I do," he growled. "No man ever will and NO MAN ever shall."

"Oh," she barely get out.

He leaned down and kissed his way down her blouse. He was so hungry, he need to taste, better yet, devour her in that very moment. She felt him descend her body. He lifted her shirt and kissed her bare stomach. He licked her through her bra, causing her to cry out in want and need for him.

"I miss you Livy," he whimpered, kissing her all over her chest. "All of you. I missed being inside you; making love to you. I want to be inside you," he voiced she never heard out of him before. "Now," she felt him go to her waist and attempt to bring her pants down. She gripped onto them for dear life.

Fitz smiled, loving every second of this moment. "Tell me you I'm the only man that makes you scream out in passion multiple times. Say I'm the only man who makes you cum without even having to touch you," he worked his way back up her body.

"Tell me you'll never leave me again. I won't survive," he kissed her face. "Did you miss me?"

He got up to her face and she leaned back. "I do, did miss you," she gave in and they kissed finally with everything they had. Open mouthed, hands on faces, passion she had not felt in months. He kissed her hard and so deeply, that her panties were soaked through. She felt her fluids begin to come down her sides. They breathed and moaned into the others mouths.

"Fitz stop," she couldn't let this happen now. "We can't."

"Yes we can," he began kissing her again. He couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop but then he remembered something. Fitz pulls back, shocking her. He reaches into his jacket and gets down on one knee, "Marry Me," he pulls an engagement ring out of his pocket.

"What," she is now looking at him and the ring. "You can't be serious."

"I am very serious Livy. Marry me," he leans up and slides the diamond ring onto her left hand's ring finger. Her hand and the ring are now shaking. "I want the White House, two babies, and you by my side now. Vermont…well…we will head there as soon as we married. Perfect stop to knock you up, unless you prefer on my desk, or upstairs in the residence."

"Are you crazy," she finally pulls away from him. His hand is on her face.

"Nope," he grins and walks after her, pulling her right back into his arms. She inadvertently slams into his hard chest. She begins to cry.

"But my parents," she says.

"Fuck them," he says first, shocking her.

"Your kids," she fires next.

"Karen already knows and Teddy is too little. But he's ready none the less," he points out grinning. "They can't wait for us to be happy."

"Okay Mellie," she stops. "You can move your ex out and your new wife in all at once. The press will crucify you Fitz."

"Already got that handled," leaning into kiss her, in order to derail her strategizing. She was not getting away from him this time. He waited to long for this moment. This was going to happen.

"Shit Cyrus!"

"Cyrus will be fine Livy," he rationalized.

"No he won't. He'll have a heart attack if you do this now. Fitz you haven't announced that you are divorced." She tried to reason with him, but he shook his head no. She began to push him away, but he gripped her tighter.

"Stop pushing me away and marry me," he caressed her face. Her breathing was labored until he did this. Instantly she relaxed and looked at him. "What's the point?" She was trying to form a coherent reason to deny him but nothing was coming. "Do you want Jake?"

"No," she touched his face. "Never. But my father is already out for your blood for ruining me. He could kill you Fitz."

"Don't you worry about that Livy" he kisses her quickly. "I can and will handle everything, including Rowan. Just marry me? I can't wait this out any longer. Five years of this back and forth bull shit between us is enough don't you think." He raises his eyes, and longingly watches her for her reaction.

She lets out a breath, letting herself relax. Fitz feels the tension leave her body, and lightens his hold on her waist. He then rests his hands just above her tailbone. She squints, and asks, "Before I give you an answer, when?" Fitz raises his eyes, preparing his ears for the Olivia-Pope countdown. "Fitz when?"

"Now," he flashes her a winning smile.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!"

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#BigJerryDead. Yup I am leaving this right here. I tried to type something else over the weekend, and after watching the #Olitz404 kissing scene I LITERALLY could not focus. So this is what happened. I NEVER write this #HOT and I hope I didn't disappoint.

(Please let me know if I am not cut out for this #MRatedFiz.) So if you want more..message, PM, DM and make my email go KRAY, KRAY!

See you around the Pumpkin Patch…

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P.S. If I CHOSE to continue this, the chapters won't be long. No 10K words in this one. Sorry. ;0)