Hi y'all! Thanks for reading & I'm SO glad you liked it! I'm not sure if this will end up having a real story/plot or if it will just be Olitz goings on. We'll see. I hope you like this chapter too & as you may have noticed, I changed the rating to M ;) haha, the rating system confuses me so I just wanted to be on the safe side since there's a little sexy time- cause I feel like y'all like that ish (fyi I'm not experienced writing those scenes so I still feel kinda weird about it lol, sorry if it isn't all that you want it to be)

The large, open church lobby was covered with red, white, and blue balloons and banners, while the floor had many rectangular and circular folding tables covered in either red, white, or blue plastic cloth. Very patriotic, Olivia thought as she made her way inside and began chatting with a woman about Fitz's 'love for the South'. It was all cylinders a go as she buttered up Fitz's public image and spat out everything she could think of that would gain voters. When Olivia was free from her fourth conversation she headed over to the buffet and loaded her plate with some scrambled eggs, a piece of bacon, and a lot of the fruit salad. Searching the room, she spotted Cyrus sitting at a round table talking intently to the man to his right. Olivia headed towards the table; she had lost track of Fitz since he had been pulled every which way by the eager church members.

"Good morning" Olivia kindly said as she took a seat next to Cyrus. She noticed three more people sitting at the table.

"Oh, Liv!" Cyrus said "Gentlemen, this is Olivia Pope. She is much too sharp for her own good." The men smiled and greeted Olivia.

"This old guy hasn't tried to bribe you with tithe money yet, has he?" Olivia joked. Cyrus frowned as the four men laughed loudly. Olivia laughed too and as she looked up she saw Fitz at the buffet watching her with a smile on his face. She acted unfazed and continued with Cyrus and the men at her table.

Fitz finally made his way through the buffet after being interrupted several times, and headed to the table where Cyrus and Olivia sat, which was now full. Of course.

"Governor!" one of the church's deacons, John shouted at Fitz, "pull up a chair!"

Fitz complied and pulled up a chair next to Olivia, set down his plate and began to eat his food when he noticed her plate and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really? We are at a pancake breakfast, and you don't even have the courtesy to eat their pancakes?"

She looked up at him and just chuckled.

People were finally dispersing from the lobby while others began to clean up the breakfast, tables and chairs.

Cyrus leaned over to Olivia as they walked, "This is my favorite part," he said about the prayer meeting with sarcasm dripping from every word.

"It is not that bad, Cyrus. We don't even have to participate, that's more for Fitz to do."

"Oh good, we're finally all on a first name basis with the candidate." Cyrus turned to look at Olivia. She winced.

"Let's just get in there, bag some votes, and get out."

"Sounds good to me."

The morning had gone a lot better than Olivia had expected, and she had actually enjoyed the people. She liked Georgia. But there was that gnawing in the back of her mind that told her she needed to talk to Fitz. And the guilt had started to creep back up having spent the whole morning in a church talking about God and religion. Where was he anyway? Cyrus came bounding up behind Olivia.

"Well that was a total success! Nice job today-"

"Cyrus, may I have a quote?" James Novak interrupted. Cyrus let out a heavy breath and agreed, leading James back into the church. Olivia turned to hide her smile. She had her suspicions about those two. She climbed up into the empty bus and took her same seat as before. A couple more people got on the small bus, nodding at Olivia as they took their seats on the first row. They weren't supposed to leave for another 30 minutes, so she sat back and relaxed in the quiet.

She saw Fitz make his way towards her with an unreadable expression on his face. She took a deep breath wondering how to start this.

"Hey, there you are," he smiled as he reached her, "I was looking for you back in the church."

"Hi"

"What's wrong? I thought this morning went exceptionally well."

In a quieter tone, Olivia continued, "Fitz, Governor Grant, don't you think we need to talk about what happened last night?"

Fitz sat next to her and let out an annoyed sigh, "Oh my God okay, so the walls are back. Which part would you like to talk about Ms. Pope?" He leaned a bit closer to her, "The first time when you pulled on my hair and begged me not to stop?" She turned her head away from him. "Or the second time when I had to cover your mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear you scream my name?" He laughed silently, "both are very fond memories that I would love do discuss in further detail, but I think probably in a more private setting."

She finally turned to look in his sparkling eyes and in a very business like tone she replied, "Is this something you make a habit out of?" She didn't want to be just another girl he banged when his wife was out of town. She knew it wasn't like that but she needed to know for sure. After all, politicians don't have a good track record in that area.

"Olivia.." Fitz was taken aback, and the deep frown on his forehead showed it.

"Look, I'm asking as your campaign fixer. Obviously I enjoyed it but if this is something that has happened before, I need to know so we can make sure it won't get out."

Fitz's face now completely distorted, "Are you serious right now? Of course not. I thought you knew me well enough by now to know; that is not in my character." He tried to not get angry as he knew this was just a part of Olivia's personality, though he was hurt that she could even think that in the first place.

A silent moment passed.

"Then what was last night?" she said timidly.

"Liv, you know what last night was. It was bound to happen sooner or later. The way I feel about you, I have only felt for one other person- Allison Turner, in 8th grade," he smiled, "I didn't think it was possible to care for someone like that, but every time she looked at me... Well, that's when I knew love was real. Being shipped off to an all boys boarding school across the country the next year just about killed me. Never spoke to her again," he paused,"and I think you know that feeling too."

She closed her eyes for a second taking in what he had just said before she spoke."It's wrong, Fitz." She looked down towards her lap.

"I know. But if being with you, Olivia Pope, is wrong.. then I do not want to be right. It's not worth it." She could feel his eyes on her.

They heard the two men ahead of them arguing about something and watched as they got up and stormed off the bus. Fitz leaned and kissed Olivia's temple. "But if it is worth it to you, I will try to back off." She turned her head up towards him and whispered, "It's not." Next thing she knew, his lips were on hers and he began to deepen the kiss. She broke away just as the driver stepped in and started the engine. The bus quickly filled an started moving. Cyrus sat down grumbling about the pesky reporters. Liv and Fitz shared a glance at the comment.

"So what's the schedule for the rest of the day?" Fitz asked.

Olivia answered, "We have about an hour once we get back to the hotel to load up the big bus and check out before we meet up with Mellie and the others in Montgomery where you'll be speaking at Maxwell Air Force Base and spending time with the soldiers there."

"Your room is so much smaller than mine" Fitz said in between kisses.

Olivia laughed, "You're such a diva. Of course it is, we pay big bucks for our candidate to get suites." Fitz growled against her mouth while walking them further into the room.

"Hmm, you take such good care of me." He pushed her blazer off her shoulders and shrugged off his own and claimed her mouth again, his tongue begging entrance. He tugged at the hem of her shirt and began lifting it over her head.

"We take care of each other" Olivia breathed into his hair as his lips were making their way down her chest. "Uh, Fitz, we have to be on the bus soon, we should wait until tonight when we're in Alabama," she said fairly unconvincingly as he pushed her back onto the bed.

"Oh, baby I can't wait that long. We'll be quick I promise." The piercing look in his stormy eyes as he discarded his shirt and tie just about undid her. He knelt on the bed, un-zipping her skirt and pulling it swiftly off leaving her in just her bra and panties. She giggled and reached up pulling his face to hers and as their tongues wrestled, she found his belt and fumbled as she tried to undo it. He smiled against her lips, stood up and removed his pants and boxer briefs in one move before he climbed back on top of her and removed her bra. She moaned and arched her back as engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. She then reached and grabbed ahold of his throbbing member and gave him a small squeeze.

"Fuck" he let out against her neck, and she began to stroke his shaft, loving the rumbling he made in his throat in response. He sat up again, removing her panties in a desperate motion and readied himself for entrance, gazing over her beautiful body.

"What are you waiting for, Governor?" That is all it took for him to plunge all the way into her in one stroke, when he stilled. Her eyes squeezed shut and her loud groan filled the room.

"Governor my ass. You know I don't like that Livvie." Her eyes opened and found his, staring darkly into her soul and she couldn't help but smile. He hadn't called her that before.

He started to move slowly, but his speed hastily increased to fulfill his promise that they wouldn't be late to the bus. She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and rubbed up and down his chest and stomach before she hooked her arms under his and grasped his shoulders. She could feel it building within her. How could he do this to her? She didn't care, she was so close. He noticed her breathing and moaning changing pace and knew, so he became more deliberate with his thrusts, long and hard. He reached down and began to play with her clit.

"Open your eyes," he commanded in his husky voice. She struggled internally for a second before she found the strength to comply. He kissed her hard and she opened her eyes. Seeing the way he was looking at her was her undoing, her body shook as her orgasm overtook her, breathing out his name like a prayer.

"God, Liv!" he groaned and with one more deep thrust he let go inside of her. He collapsed on top of her and she liked the feel of his heavy body pressing her into the mattress. They were still and silent as their breathing returned to normal. Raising his head from the crook of her neck, he kissed her gently on the lips and pulled out of her. He smiled down at her and winked, "Perfect timing." She laughed and pushed him away, climbing out of the bed to get dressed.