~ Home ~
Scandal belongs to a lovely person named Shonda, who is not me.
"We're here." Olivia almost doesn't believe the words as they leave her lips. They're true, but she's - so long. She's been waiting for this, wanting this. So much. Hoping, too. She's been hoping.
Olivia Pope doesn't usually let herself hope. But for him - yeah. Yes. Always. Anything for him.
"We're home. I - Vermont, Fitz. We're home." She can barely manage a whisper. Because this is happening. This is real. All of it. It's real. They're real.
"We're at the house, Olivia." Fitz is behind her in seconds. She feels so goddamn warm. Safe. And loved. When he wraps his arms around her, when he smiles into her neck and kisses the skin there, when he breathes her in - she lets herself hope he could keep her there forever.
"It's the house you had built for us," she murmurs, finally. She places her hands on top of his, and slowly, so very, very slowly, their fingers interlace and she can't help it when she says it's perfect.
"It's just a house," Fitz tells her, "This is home."
And he pulls her even closer. Squeezes her even tighter. Holds onto her fingers, holds them like they're the only thing keeping him on the ground.
This is home.
~.~.~.~
"Fitz?"
"Mmm?"
"I'm not going anywhere. You - you know that, right?"
Because they're tangled in cool, crisp sheets, surrounded by glorious silence, by darkness, illuminated by the stars shining bright in the sky and the stars shining even brighter in their eyes.
Fitz is clinging to her, Olivia wrapped tightly in an embrace like if she wasn't, she would disappear into thin air. Every inch of them pressed together, every limb intertwined, Olivia's nose nuzzled into his bare chest, him pressing kisses to the top of her head, just because he can.
"Fitz?" She asks again, quietly.
"I know that, Liv. I also know that I love you. That I am in love with you. That I have been for years. And that I have never once fallen asleep in your arms and known that I was still going to be in your arms in the morning, so -"
Olivia closes her eyes. A tear slides down her cheek. In one swift motion, she leans up, and their lips are fused together. Like electric magnets. Like soulmates. Like two people who are so in love they simply can't breathe sometimes.
His kiss is mind-numbingly soft. And devastatingly slow. And torturously sweet.
Home.
She whispers, just for him, "Forever. Now - now we have forever."
"Forever." Fitz kisses both of her cheeks. Her nose. Her forehead. Then, he chuckles, "Forever. Forever." A roll of his eyes. "That - that sounds a bit..."
Olivia tells him. No. It doesn't.
And Fitz thinks. He thinks about how wonderful Fitz and Olivia Grant sounds. About building a nursery. About holding a little girl or a little boy in his arms, one that has Olivia's gorgeous eyes - one that's beautiful, just like their mommy. About standing by Olivia's side, holding her hand, holding her close and watching their babies grow into incredible people. About gray hair and wrinkles, about Olivia's head warm on his chest as they watch their grandkids play in the yard. About forever.
"No," he agrees, "It doesn't."
He could tell her how forever sounds more perfect than anything else ever has, how he loves her so, how if he could marry her, right in this very moment, he would. No questions asked.
Instead, he kisses her.
~.~.~.~
"We're doing it," she says, "We're in our pajamas, making each other breakfast. And - and we're singing, Fitz. We're singing and dancing around the kitchen, like complete idiots -"
"And why the hell did we stop?" He asks.
When he drags her back into his arms, he has a grin on his face that gleams brighter than the sun in the morning sky. He's spinning her around the kitchen while she sings terribly, and she looks so happy. So carefree. So goddamn gorgeous.
"I love you," he whispers, and everything stops. His stare is deep and intense and she can feel it in her soul.
"Fitz?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you, too. More. I love you more."
"That's - Liv, I don't even think it's possible."
"It is."
Fitz says nothing. He's quiet. He looks at her. He looks at her, and the smile that grows on her lips is inevitable because he looks at her like she's the most beautiful girl in the world.
With her hair a mess, no makeup on, wearing nothing but his T-shirt and an old pair of tiny shorts...
She's everything.
"Hi," she whispers, soft smile glowing, eyes on the gorgeous tile floor because he's been staring for god knows how long.
Fitz tugs her close, happy, exuberant, filled with life and love and Olivia. Really, though - they're all the same thing.
"Hi."
A/N.
Hi :P
Anyone who may be reading - hope you enjoyed :)
I just really needed some olitz fluff, so I wrote a little one-shot thing. Maybe lemme know what you thought, and I'm considering posting some more drabbles like this, so if that sounds slightly interesting to anyone...you know what to do.