Hey everyone. My brain is apparently in a one shot kind of mood seeing as how they are flowing while the stories are slowing. Hopefully this writers block will be over soon and I can finish the chapters I began almost a week ago. Until then, here's another bundle of Olitz fluff... Enjoy

"There's no way to sugar coat it , we got our ass handed to us by Sally Langston in Iowa last night. So, anyone have any great ideas?"

Silence...

"Anyone?"

"We have to swing further right. We haven't said a thing about gay marriage, school prayer-" Jeanine began to speak but was quickly cut off by their candidate.

"Oh c'mon it's not our stances on the issues. We are not getting our message out there. People don't know where I stand... The problem is-"

"Your appearance. It looks like you'd steal the husband of every woman across America. Which would be fine, except that family values matter to Republicans. It's why they vote for who they vote for. And since Sally's got Jesus firmly planted on her side, that just leaves family, marriage. You are 35 yrs old, the youngest presidential candidate to date, and you are a female. You are single, no children, not to mention sexy as hell."

The room remained silent as they crowd of volunteers witnessed Olivia Pope have her ass handed to her for the second time in less than 24 hrs. They all tried to turn away from the train wreck that was going on before them as they felt the tension fill the room. Jeanine made sure 911 was pulled up on her phone while Cyrus sat clearly amused at the entire scene that was playing out in front of him. His best student was running for president and his second best student was able to read her and shut her up, a feat not many could claim.

"People want to like who they are voting for. Voters thought Al Gore was a big stiff until he stuck his tongue down Tipper's throat. They put George W. in office because he and Laura seem like a fun couple to have a beer with. People have to want to invite you in for dinner and right now, you look like you would throw on the most form fitting, ass hugging little black dress and leave said dinner with not only a doggie bag, but the husband and maybe even their legal aged son as well. That's why you lost Iowa, it's why you'll lose New Hampshire."

There is a moment of silence as Olivia Pope tries to gather her thoughts. Never in a million years did she think anyone would ever speak to her in such a manner. As she lifted her eyes and met her verbal attacker's gaze, Liv was met with the most gorgeous set of baby blues she had ever witnessed in her life. The eyes were gentle even thought the person's mouth was ripping her to shreds and exposing what both she and Cyrus had feared all along. Olivia Carolyn Pope was too sexy to be the first female President of the United States of America.

Liv couldn't explain what was happening to her but she felt the butterflies racing in her stomach. Her heart rate began to quicken, and her heart began to swell as if it were going to burst out of her chest. She considered herself crazy as she swore she could hear his heart beating in sync with hers. There was a moment where they both stopped breathing, and when they resumed, their breathing was in sync. To make matters worse, Liv felt her core began to ache, yearning to be touched by the man standing before her. As the pooling began in her panties, Liv knew she was fucked. This person just read her like the book of Exodus and she didn't even know his name, yet he had her feeling every emotion possible all at once. He had put cracks in her Chinese wall in less than sixty seconds.

"And you are?" Liv asked in a tone that let everyone know this man was skating on thin ice.

"Fitzgerald... Grant."

For sixty seconds after he had spoken his name, Liv and Fitz locked eyes once again. Liv wasn't sure what it was about this man, but she knew he would eventually be her endgame. She couldn't explain what it was, but she could swear she was falling in love with Fitzgerald Grant.

Fitz stood in the center of the room, engaged in a serious staring contest with the woman that stood before him. Fitz felt the butterflies as they bounced around in his stomach. His heart seemed to have swelled to the point of bursting out of his chest. He noticed they both stopped breathing at the same time, and when they resumed, their breathing was in sync. Fitz heard the beating of her heart blended in with his and he knew she was the one.

In sixty seconds everyone else seemed to disappear. It was just the two of them and visions of a future with this woman quickly filled his head. This incredibly sexy woman had already captured his heart. There was no doubt that she was his endgame. He couldn't explain it, but he was already falling in love with Olivia Pope.

Liv was the first to break eye contact and immediate she felt the absence in her heart.

"Mr. Grant, may I have a word with you in my office please?" Liv asked with a blank face. Whispers began flooding around the room and certain bets were being taken about how far she was going to shove her left heel up his ass.

Fitz swallowed hard at the iciness in Liv's tone. He knew he had gone too far, but in all seriousness, they didn't bring him on board to sugar coat a damned thing. They brought him on board to create a record breaking, historical win.

If they pulled this off, Olivia Pope would be the first African American president. She would be the first female president. She would be the first unmarried president since James Buchanan. She would also be the youngest president in history as she would be 11 days shy of her 36th birthday during her inauguration. This was a campaign Fitz knew he had to be a part of. This win however would be a long road. For just as many reasons that she would break history with this win, there were just as many reasons, if not more, as to why she could lose.

Unlike her rival Sally Langston who was 56 years of age, married, and had a daughter Cassidy, Olivia Pope was young, single, and childless, but that wasn't always a guarantee as a young female candidate means a fertile female candidate. If she were to conceive during her term, there would come a point in time where she wouldn't be able to travel towards the end of her pregnancy, up until her recovery period was over. Could the nation honestly go 12-13 weeks without her representation? Would she fall into line and return to work like many mothers? Or would she choose the path of some who wanted nothing more than to stay at home during the first few years of her child's life? That issue could be dealt with as Olivia Pope was single, but if Fitz had anything to say about it, things wouldn't remain that way for long.

Then there was the fact that Olivia Pope was cutthroat, she was ruthless. She was already the most respected, possibly even feared woman in America as her position as DC's most prestigious crisis management firm held the respect of politicians, both Republican and Democrat. Was the world ready for the Pope-Ing of a lifetime?

This could also work to her advantage as she held the dirt of high ranking politicians, tucked away in the bottom of her Prada bag. With Liv in power, many would think twice before questioning her judgment. There were however, still the others. Fitz left his thoughts as he heard the door to Liv's office close behind him.

"Ms. Pope, I wanted to-"

"Please call me Olivia."

"But Ms. Pope, that would be inappropriate."

"Then let's be inappropriate.." They thought.

Fitz's eyes glanced up and down Liv's body and he smiled inwardly as he noticed her clenching her legs tightly.

Liv felt the aching between her thighs intensify as she watched Fitz's eyes roam her frame. Surely she wanted nothing more than to be inappropriate in this moment. What she wouldn't give to have Fitz take her right there on her desk, to have the feel of his tongue firmly pressed against her clit. But she couldn't say something like that without being subject to a sexual harassment suit.

Fitz took a few steps forward and leaned in so that his lips were just barely away from Liv's ear.

"What if I want to be inappropriate Ms. Pope but I just don't think I could stand the rejection."

Liv sucked in a sharp breath and tried to remain steady on her feet. Fitz took a final step, removing all possible space from between them. Their bodies were flush against one another's as Fitz gently traced the curves of Liv's luscious lips. As he allowed his lips to graze over Liv's, Fitz smiled as he felt her body begin to tremble beneath him.

"Would you reject me Ms. Pope? Would you reject me sucking on your gorgeous full lips? Would you like that Livvie?"

Liv fought to keep the last of her composure but lost it as Fitz's fingers traced the contours of her lips. Her mind was screaming for her to stop this encounter as so many things could go wrong, but her heart was telling her to go for it.

"No... I wouldn't stop you." Liv said in a voice that sounded nothing like her own.

Fitz wasted no time hoisting Liv onto her desk. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands found their way into Fitz's hair as their lips met hungrily. The kiss was powerful, overwhelming, yet sensual and slow. The electricity that ran through their bodies almost caused them both to explode before anything had really happened.

Liv threw her head back and moaned as Fitz's hand slid it's way under her skirt and moved her panties to the side. The other hand began unbuttoning her blouse as he began toying with her essence coated sex. Liv quickly discarded her blouse and bra, tossing them across the room. Fitz took in the beauty of the woman before him, as he continued to coax the juices from her body.

Liv bit her bottom lip as she watched Fitz's eyes turn into a stormy grey. He leaned forward and captured her mouth once again as his fingers found their way into her slick channel. A loud moan escaped Liv's lips as Fitz began pumping his finger in correlation with the movements of his thumb against her clit. His mouth trailed kisses down her neck, until his mouth reached her perfect breasts.

He drew one into his mouth and relished taste of her caramel skin between his lips. He smiled as Liv began rocking her hips into his hand and her nails dug into his flesh. Fitz looked up at Liv and watched her beautiful face contort as he drew the second bud into his mouth. Fitz bit down gently causing Liv to yelp, then he resumed his licking and sucking to alleviate the sting.

"Fitz.. Ffffi... I... I" Liv was unable to form a coherent sentence. It felt like Fitz's hands and mouth were everywhere all at once. Each kiss, flick or stroke set a fire ablaze on Liv's skin. Before she knew it she was rocking and jerking almost violently as she felt the pressure threatening to explode from her body.

"Cum for me Livvie. Let me see exactly what I'm doing to you. Let me know I'm doing it right." Fitz growled into Liv's ear.

Liv's eyes clenched shut as she felt like a geyser ready to erupt. "Open your eyes Livvie. I want to see you. All of you."

Liv did as she was told and locked eyes with Fitz as she exploded from the inside out, her sweet nectar drenching Fitz's hand. Breathless Liv rested her head on Fitz's chest as she willed the room to stop spinning. She looked up, and watched in awe as she saw Fitz feasting on his fingers.

"You are so fucking sweet. Do you know that?" Liv shook her head no which prompted Fitz to bring his middle finger to her lips. "Open up Livvie, taste what I've done to you. Taste how sweet you are."

Liv opened her lips and moaned as Fitz's finger slipped in and out of them in the most erotic of fashions. Liv's tongue swirled around the tip, and Fitz felt himself growing harder. He looked at Liv, his eyes even stormier, and she knew he was nowhere near finished with her yet.

"Lay back, I haven't had my fill yet." Fitz demanded as he lowered himself to his knees and slowly removed Liv's panties. Liv wasn't sure what was wrong with her in this moment. Here she was, running for the most powerful title in the land, but here, behind closed doors, she had no problems submitting to this man's demands.

Liv bit her lip to stifle a moan as she felt Fitz's nose press into her sex. He stilled for a moment before running his smooth flat tongue up and down between her slick folds. Liv's hips jerked upwards as Fitz's tongue made contact with her swollen clit. Never before had she had more than one orgasm, but she was willing to try if it meant he would continue to worship her body.

Fitz spent his time tasting and learning her body. He learned that Liv reacted more when he made a zig-zag across her clit as opposed to circling it. He learned that she moaned louder when he would draw the nub into his mouth and suck on it as if her were a starved man. His favorite however was the way Liv would fly off the desk, prompting him to hold her down by her hips as his tongue interest her core and swirled around, lapping up all her body was feeding him. Fitz learned that when he inserted two of his thick fingers into her channel, she responded the most, crying out his name when his teeth scraped across her sensitive nub. The most important lesson he learned was that Liv's body would tense up, and she would make the most beautiful face as her body exploded in rapture.

Fitz looked down at a heavily panting Liv, and smiled. Liv looked up at Fitz breathless and willed the air back into her lungs as she took in the impressive bulge in his pants. She immediately wondered what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside of her. Liv licked her lips as she wondered how deep she could take him in her throat, his hot seed spilling in her mouth. Fitz knew what was on Liv's mind but he wanted to hear it. He didn't want to assume there would be a next time, but if in the off chance there wasn't a next time, he wanted to experience all of her now.

"Tell me what you want Livvie." Fitz said as he slid Liv's skirt past her hips and admired her in all of her glorious nakedness.

"Take off your clothes." Liv panted. Fitz disposed of his clothes quickly. Her breath hitched as he removed his boxers and exposed his rather impressive length.

"What else do you want... Livvie?" Fitz asked as he spread Liv's legs as wide as they would go and stepped in between them.

"I want to feel you Fitz. I need you to fill me Fitz." Liv groaned as she raked her nails up and down Fitz's arms.

Fitz nodded in acknowledgement and gasped as he watched himself entering Liv's core. She was so wet and so tight that Fitz had to still himself for a moment, just to refrain from finishing too quickly. Fitz hooked Liv's legs over his arms and lifted her hips slightly, forcing her to open up to him completely. Fitz's eyes never left Liv's as he buried himself completely in her silky walls.

Fitz's movements were slow at first, as he wanted to wait until Liv had fully adjusted to his size. As she adjusted, his thrusts became deeper, and took on a level of possession. Liv knew he was etching his name into her walls, be was marking what was now his. Liv knew that no man would ever feel this good inside of her, and honestly, she didn't want any man inside of her, ever again.

Fitz's movements picked up and his thrusts became stronger, harder, and deeper, causing Liv to cry out. She was sure someone had to have heard them but in this moment she didn't care. All that mattered was that Fitzgerald Grant was paying homage to her body in a way no man ever had before.

Fitz scooped Liv up rather effortlessly and positioned them against a wall. Her legs being pressed against her, chest while her legs still hung over his arms leaving her even wider open to him allowed Fitz to drive even deeper. Liv wrapped her arms around Fitz's neck and their lips met hungrily. Fitz felt Liv's walls clenching down around him and in turn his thrusts quickened but never lost their depths. Soon their mouths were swallowing the other's screams as they both went off like waterfalls.

Fitz lowered them to the floor, and he wrapped his arms around Liv's waist, and held her tightly as they came down from their highs. When their breathing regulated, Fitz tilted Liv's chin upwards and smiled as he took in her satiated state.

"Hi." He said as he stared lovingly into her eyes.

"Hi." She responded as she returned a loving gaze mirroring his.

"You know after this I'll never be able to let you go." Fitz whispered as tears began to fill his eyes.

"You know after this you'd better not." Liv responded before placing her head on Fitz's chest.

With her ear pressed against his cheat, Liv smiled as she realized their hearts were beating in sync. They were breathing in sync. They were existing in sync. Granted they had only known each other for a total of an hour, but both of them knew they were each other's endgame.

"Madame President, are you ok?" Kimberly Mitchell asked as they were in the middle of the first presidential interview.

"I'm sorry Kimberly. Could you repeat the question?"

"Of course." Kimberly responded as she cleared her throat. "President Grant, how did you and the First Mister know it was love at fist sight?"

Liv smiled as she looked over to Fitz and smiled. She turned to Kimberly and had the brightest grin on her face.

"Fitz stood up in front of my campaign staff and told me that I was too sexy to be the President of the United States. I was appalled, I wanted to kick and scream and fire him on the spot. But then I looked into his eyes and saw life. Our life. I saw a future with this man and I knew there was no going back. The rest was pretty much history."

"I would have to agree with you. You are not only the first female president, you are the first African American president and you are also the youngest president in history having just turned 36 a few weeks ago. You are the first unmarried president to be elected into office since James Buchanan. And let's not forget that we followed the fairytale romance between the two of you which led to a very heartwarming proposal. One with Mr. Grant getting down on one knee and proposing as you were being notified you had won the presidency. Let's not forget the coverage of you being sworn into office, to changing into a wedding gown and walking down the aisle, and back into your wedding reception/slash inaugural balls, all in a day which also made you the first interracial couple to hold the highest office in the land. You Madame President have definitely broken many records in a very short period of time. I also hear you have another first you'd like to share with the nation right now."

Liv took a deep breath and looked at Fitz. Immediately tears began to fill their eyes as they thought of what would definitely be a first for the nation, a first that may never be repeated by any other human.

"Well Kimberly... Fitz do you want to tell them or should I?" Liv asked as she gripped Fitz's hand tighter.

"You tell them Livvie."

Liv turned to the Kimberly and spoke directly into the cameras. "Come October, I will officially be known as the first president to have given birth while in office."