Thank you so much for reading and liking this story, to those of you who love the angst, I feel you, the plot would be dull and boring without it! Strap in folks, we're in for a bumpy ride…

She barely sleeps, tossing and turning beneath the covers in attempt to settle the swirling guilt in her gut. She was wrong, she stepped out of bounds and everyone paid the price, it seems only fair she too has to live with the consequences. She clutches her stomach as the voices in her head become louder and louder, Verna, Cyrus, Fitz, all screaming at her until she can no longer stand it. She rushes from her room, only just reaching the bathroom in time before she vomits violently into the toilet. Defiance is a cancer spreading through her life, contaminating everything.

But then she feels a hand on her back, soothing and supportive. He doesn't intrude, he merely rubs her shoulder blade softly and slowly, showing her that he won't intrude, he will wait. After the gushing of water she rests her head on his shoulder, nuzzling him. He lifts her chin to feed her small sips of water and she smiles, despite the fits of food in her hair and the vile smell radiating from her mouth, because she knows he loves her and it occurs to her that maybe that will be enough.

"Fitz" She muffles against his shoulder as she clings to him, her nails raking his back and tearing his shirt away, he groans as she fumbles with his belt with one hand and begins ravishing his hair with the other, following his path as she worships her neck.

"Shhhhh.. We have to be quiet" He whispers and she giggles, they feel like teenagers, young and limitless as he bunches her dress around her hips and gropes at her stockings, feeling the damp traces that line her underpants, "Is that for me?" He grins and she takes a moment to catch her breath, "You'll have to further investigate…" and he begins to kiss a trail down her stomach, across her thigh until-

"Fitz!" The next thing he knows a pillow is landing on his head and his wife's high pitched voice is ringing in his ears. He lifts his head to see a frustrated Mellie whose hair is in a state of disarray and eyes are bulging out of her skull, "Good morning, Mellie" He groans as his eyes adjust to the light and he sings his legs out of bed. His wife is in a less than jovial mood, "I can't run a damn country if my husband is groaning throughout the night at the thought of the whore who left him in the dust! What did you do this time, Shift in policy? Too much time with me?" She laughs at her ironic sense of humour, "For God's sake Fitz, fix it. For the sake of my beauty sleep, if nothing else."

He feels the hatred growing in his like a disease, he becomes almost animalistic as he towers over her and begins pacing towards her, "First of all, Olivia Pope and I are done, that is not, and will never be, any concern of yours, is that understood?" He doesn't wait for her to respond as he begins again, "Secondly, do you think that I give a damn about your sleep patterns? You don't run a country Mellie, you chose crockery, wallpaper and fundraisers, you don't make any political or in fact influential decisions and as long as I am president, that is EXACTLY the way things will stay. There is only one leader of this world, one commander in chief and for the last damn time, NOBODY ELECTED YOU." His face is red and his chest heaving by the end of his speech, he stares at her shocked expression and marches from the room, he needs a shower, ASAP.

She's in her office, her gladiators flicking through files on their latest client, congressman involved in a sex tape scandal, it's an easy day. She is halfway thought an email when her phone rings, she glares at the screen and continues to type as she slots the phone over her shoulder, "This is Olivia Pope." She hears heavy breathing for a moment and she holds her breath as she waits for his voice but it doesn't come. Instead she hears the shrill tones of the first lady screaming, "What the hell have you done to my husband!".

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Sam