Thank you all so, so much for all of your reviews, follows, and favorites to this story so far! You guys are amazing! And I can tell by some of your responses that we really, really are short on Jake fans over here. That's okay by me. I was mostly just putting it out there that I don't really mind having Jake around on the show, but I don't actually know if I'm going to include Jake in this story or not. If I do, he won't make his appearance until way, way down the line and he probably won't play that big of a role, so never fear Jake-haters!

Someone asked me if Olivia's unruly student (coming up in this chapter, woohoo) is actually her child with Fitz. Um, no. To clarify, Fitz and Mellie have Gerry, Karen, and Teddy in this story. Karen and Gerry are older than Teddy, just like in the real Scandal world. Olivia and Edison don't have any kids, because ew.

Also, friendly reminder, we've got a time jump of two years, one month for this chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Figment of Her Imagination

Solid hips pinned her slender body to the mattress. Nimble fingers caught her wrists and held them firmly at either side of her head. Soft lips kissed her fiercely and a warm, wet tongue slid into her mouth and rubbed against hers once, twice, before withdrawing. Teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. Olivia let her legs fall open willingly and instantly felt his erection sink into her hot, dripping core.

Their sex was wild, frantic. His grip tight on her wrists, her back arched, her hips rotating to meet the rise and fall of his thrusts. Her walls spasmed around his cock as deep pulses originated between her thighs and flowed throughout her body. Her orgasm was so close. Her body yearned for it more than anything.

He tongue-kissed the side of her neck, breathing erratically in her ear.

"You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you beautiful? Come for me, Olivia…Come for me…"

Suddenly his fiery blue eyes met hers and she was splintering, coming apart, screaming and trembling against him as he held her down to the mattress, pummeling into her wildly, with no intention of stopping until—

Olivia awoke with a start to the sound of her alarm blaring. She groaned and punched the snooze button. The throbbing between her thighs was so intense she had to fight the urge to scream.

She was hot all over, her skin flushed, breathing hard. She pushed her comforter to the side and tossed uncomfortably in bed for a moment before lying still, willing herself to take deep breaths and relax. She let her fingers wander beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and briefly considered retrieving her vibrator from the drawer of her nightstand.

She didn't have enough time for that, instead opting to massage her clit in slow, soothing circles. She closed her eyes and saw his blue ones gazing at her from afar. She imagined that it was his hand on her instead of her own, and it wasn't very long at all before she climaxed, her wetness coating her fingers.

As always, her orgasm wasn't nearly as strong or as satisfying as the ones he had once given her. When she came down from her high Olivia flipped onto her stomach and let out a groan of frustration that was muffled by her pillow.

She was used to this. He—Fitz, or whatever his name really was—had been the star of her sexual fantasies ever since their semi-drunken one-night stand in a dark nightclub closet. At first she had thought that her preoccupation with him would fade with time, but she was wrong. Over two years later, he was still who she dreamed of at night; who she fantasized about when she was with her husband; who she ached to feel touching her when she was lonely and aroused. Their encounter had been quick but mind-blowing. The two orgasms he'd given her were easily the best she'd ever had. She could still picture every detail of him, from his dark unruly hair to his piercing blue eyes. She could still imagine his scent. She could still remember the connection she'd felt to him, and how it had made her hesitant to leave him afterwards. She'd never felt a connection like that to anyone before, not even to Edison, and it had made her do unspeakable things. Her behavior that night—the one-night stand, the cheating—was so far out of character for her that she still sometimes couldn't believe that it all wasn't just a figment of her imagination.

Sometimes Olivia wished that she knew how to contact Fitz, just to make sure that he was real. Most of the time she knew that it was for the better this way. She was a married woman. She ought to feel a little more remorseful and a little less nostalgic about her encounter with Fitz.

Olivia's alarm clock sounded again, startling her out of her thoughts. She turned it off and stretched lazily, wishing she still had another twenty minutes before she had to get up. She didn't. It was 7:00, and Olivia liked to get to work by 8:30 at the latest. She was a second grade teacher at the Fort Hill Elementary School, and she needed at least half an hour to settle down and let her morning caffeine kick in before her twenty-six students came filing in at 9:00. With a groan of discontent, Olivia crawled out of bed and padded her way to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, she was almost finished with her morning routine when it occurred to her that Edison hadn't returned home last night. That in itself wasn't unusual, but she could've sworn he'd told her last week that his flight would be getting in around 10pm. Davis Corporation was the official foodservice provider of the 2014 Winter Olympics, and Edison had spent the last two weeks in Sochi, Russia, preparing for the event. Olivia usually fell asleep around 9:30 on school nights, but she was a light sleeper. He would've woken her up if he had come in.

Frowning thoughtfully, Olivia grabbed her cell phone and called him. He didn't answer, of course, and she hung up without leaving him a voicemail. She'd realized a long time ago that he hardly ever listened to her messages, anyway. She tossed the phone to the side, figuring that maybe his flight was changed or delayed—he had mentioned that there was a lot of snow falling in Sochi—or it was possible that she had just gotten the date wrong. It had been a few days since she'd talked to him, after all. He wasn't one of those husbands who called to see how she was doing every day.

Pushing Edison to the back of her mind, Olivia opened the refrigerator in search of something she could bring for lunch. She wasn't too concerned about Edison. He always came back to her in one piece—fortunately or unfortunately, she wasn't sure.

"Chore. C-H-O-R-E," Olivia recited clearly, pointing at the word on the chalkboard as she spoke. She paused for a few moments and watched as her second-graders scribbled the term down in their vocabulary notebooks. When they all finished, she moved her finger down to the next word, "Dull. D-U-L-L."

As she waited for her students to finish copying again, Miss. Dwyer, her student teacher, caught her eye and discretely gestured towards the back of the classroom. Olivia had a feeling that she knew which student was not doing his work, and slowly walked through the clusters of tables towards the back of the classroom as she moved on to the next word.

"Eleven. E-L-E-V-E-N," she checked notebooks as she walked by, noting with satisfaction that everyone seemed to be following directions. Except Teddy, she thought, frowning as she stopped walking behind Theodore Grant. The dark haired, blue-eyed boy was drawing what appeared to be a dinosaur in his notebook instead of copying down his vocabulary list. This was what Miss. Dwyer had wanted Olivia to see, and Olivia wasn't at all surprised.

"Every," she continued, tapping her finger on Teddy's notebook to get his attention. He glanced up at her and she gave him a pointed look, nodding towards the blackboard, "E-V-E-R-Y."

Teddy frowned at her and shook his head, dropping his pencil and folding his arms across his chest. Olivia bent down so that her lips were at his ear level.

"Teddy, you need to copy down your vocabulary words," she said patiently, even though she was feeling anything but patient with this child. Teddy's behavior had deteriorated slowly but surely during the last few weeks before Christmas break, and now that it was January and school was back in session he was quickly becoming a nightmare to deal with.

"No," Teddy said stubbornly.

"You're not going to be able to complete your homework tonight if you don't have your vocabulary words," Olivia reasoned, even though she was sure Teddy already knew that. Every Monday since the beginning of September the class got a new list of vocabulary words, and every Monday night they had to come up with two sentences for every word. This was nothing new.

"But I already know all of these vocabulary words!" Teddy exclaimed loudly and impatiently, drawing the attention of several of his classmates. He closed his eyes and recited the next two words on the list, "Globe. G-L-O-B-E. Leave. L-E-A-V-E."

"Can you spell pig backwards and then say funny?" Tyler McLean asked from his seat next to Teddy.

"Tyler, I've asked you not to tell that joke in my classroom," Olivia scolded, knowing where the question was headed. Her kids had been giggling over the 'Gee I pee funny,' joke for months now. Teddy rolled his eyes at his friend.

"I'm not gonna fall for that, Tyler. I've heard that joke a million times," he said. Tyler looked appropriately subdued, and Olivia turned her attention back to Teddy.

"I know that you probably know all of these words already, Teddy, but I think you need to copy them down anyway," she said reasonably, "There's no way you're going to remember all of them once you get home tonight."

Teddy stared at her for a long moment. That was his thing that he did whenever she asked him to do something—he'd just stare at her with those big blue eyes. Finally, he scowled and picked up his pencil.

"Thanks, Teddy," Olivia said good naturedly, relieved that he wasn't going to put up more of a fight as he began to copy down the words he'd missed. Olivia straightened up and turned back to her class, "Globe. G-L-O-B-E."

"Mrs. Davis! Teddy took my eraser!"

Olivia had barely managed to make it ten feet away. She turned back around to see Teddy holding Sophia Graham's eraser.

"Teddy, do we take other people's things without asking?" Olivia asked.

"No!" Sophia shrieked accusingly while Teddy just stared at Olivia sullenly. Olivia stared back.

"Give it back please, Teddy."

Teddy hesitated before handing the eraser back to Sophia.

"I don't want your stupid eraser, anyway."

"Well good because it's not yours!"

Olivia took in a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was only 10:30. This was going to be a long day.

"Knock knock," Olivia called in a friendly voice as she stopped in the open doorway to Room 107. It was the end of the day and all of the students had gone home. Olivia had her coat on and was on her way out the door as well, but she decided to swing by and see if Quinn was around first.

"Hey, Mrs. Davis," Quinn looked up from where she was working at her desk and smiled. Even though they'd been good friends since college, Olivia and Quinn went back and forth between calling each other by their first and last names while they were at school. Olivia walked further into Quinn's first-grade classroom and perched on a table near the desk.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, leaning over to take a peek at what Quinn was working on, "Oooh, are those addition problems? Fun."

"Yeah," Quinn dropped her pencil and stretched in her chair, "I figured I should probably get a head start on this grading before I get home and Charlie jumps on me. I never get any work done at home now that we live together."

Olivia chuckled. Charlie was Quinn's new husband of five months. He was a nice, quiet bar-owner who apparently couldn't keep his hands off of Quinn. Olivia was a little bit jealous. She wished that she and Edison had half the passion that Charlie and Quinn had. She didn't think that Edison had ever looked at her with the love and adoration that she saw in Charlie's gaze when he looked at Quinn. Even if he ever had, their honeymoon phase was practically ancient history. It had been a very long time since Olivia had felt really, truly desired by Edison.

"Oh gosh, sex all the time," Olivia said sarcastically but quietly—just in case any young ears happened to still be around, "Life must be so difficult for you, Mrs. Perkins."

"It is, Mrs. Davis," Quinn said with a grin, "So anyway, did you get the memo about the date for the aquarium trip?"

"No," Olivia answered. She, Quinn, and a couple of other teachers had been trying to plan a field trip for the first and second graders to the New England Aquarium, "Did we finally get enough buses for everyone?"

"Jeez, Liv, you never check your mailbox, do you?" Quinn asked with a disapproving shake of her head, "Anyway, yeah we got the buses for January 31st. We've got the tickets ready to go and I've even already got a few parents who've volunteered to chaperone so, yeah, we should be good to go. And it's a Friday, which is awesome, because who doesn't like a field trip on a Friday. Plus it's your birthday, Liv! Once all the kiddos go home we can call Abby and Harrison and go out for drinks!"

"Excellent," Olivia said happily, "Well, not so much the it being my birthday part, but I'm glad we got all the details to finally come together."

"Oh come on, Liv. Who doesn't want to spend their twenty-ninth birthday at the aquarium?"

"My birthday at the aquarium strolling hand in hand with a nice guy gazing at all the exotic fish? That sounds nice. My birthday at the aquarium trying to keep an eye on one hundred and forty hyperactive five, six, and seven-year-olds?" Olivia shuddered visibly at the thought.

"Yeah, you're right," Quinn agreed with a shudder of her own as Olivia suddenly remembered Teddy Grant, who she'd been meaning to talk to Quinn about.

"Hey, you had Teddy Grant in your class last year, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's such a cutie pie, isn't he? And he's really smart. I remember he was doing double-digit addition and subtraction problems before the rest of the class even got the hang of single-digit problems."

"He is really smart," Olivia mused. She'd never had a problem with Teddy academically. His tests and homework were always flawless and he usually caught on to new concepts quickly. Plus, as he'd demonstrated earlier that day, his vocabulary was outstanding, "But his behavior is awful, and it's only getting worse. Did you have any problems with him last year?"

"Teddy? This is Theodore Grant we're talking about, right? My sweet little Teddy?" Quinn asked, wide-eyed. At Olivia's nod, she continued, "No, I never had any problems with him. I mean, sure he liked to talk to his friends and all that typical first-grade stuff, but he never had any serious behavior issues. He always did his work and he was so sweet and helpful. He'd always volunteer to be the sweeper or something during clean-up times."

Teddy? Volunteer to sweep the classroom? That sounded nothing like the child Olivia had come to know.

"He's not your sweet little Teddy anymore, Quinn. Actually, at the beginning of the year he was a pretty good kid," Olivia conceded, "But I would say that since the last month before Christmas break his behavior has been on a definite downward spiral. He speaks out during class all the time, and a lot of it is just mouthy back-talking or interrupting me to ask a rude and irrelevant question. And he doesn't listen. During clean-up or line-up time he's never doing what he's supposed to be doing, he's just off in his own little world or else distracting the other kids. And in the week since we've been back from break he's been a nightmare. He intentionally does things to bother other kids. On Friday at dismissal time me and Miss. Dwyer were having the kids line up, and Teddy was ready to go but most of the others were a little slow getting their snow pants and snow boots on. Teddy was standing by the door getting really impatient and whining about how he wanted to go home, and I was trying to get him to be a little more patient when he suddenly just opened the door and took off."

"What?" Quinn asked in disbelief. Olivia nodded.

"Yup. He took off running. I had to chase him halfway down the hallway and drag him back. He stayed in from recess today because of it. But now I'm having serious doubts about bringing him on the field trip. I can't have a child who has a history of running away and who I can't reason with come along. What if we're outside the aquarium and he just decides to take off again?"

"You're right," Quinn agreed, "I can't believe this is my Teddy Grant we're talking about. Have you called his parents?"

"Are his parents together? I've never spoken to either of them," Olivia said with a frown, "They've only got one phone number and email address listed under their contact information. The week before vacation I called home and got voicemail so I left a message but no one returned it. Same with the email I sent. I was thinking that maybe since there's only one set of contact information listed that his parents aren't together."

"No, they're together," Quinn said, "Or at least, they were together last year when they came to open house and introduced themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Grant. They didn't come to open house this year?"

Olivia shook her head. She had never seen or spoken to Teddy's parents. For the first couple months of school she hadn't thought much of it. While it was true that most parents did like to come to open house and meet the person who would be providing their child with the cornerstone of their education, some parents were working or just couldn't make it. Teddy's contact information form was hastily filled in and any questions that weren't required were left blank. Contact information for a second parent, as well as his parent's marital status, was an optional question.

"No. I've never met them," Olivia said, "I was really annoyed when Christmas break came and no one returned my messages, though."

"Maybe try again?" Quinn suggested, trying to recall her experience with Teddy's parents, "When I met them they seemed like the type of people who really wanted to be involved in their child's education. Well, not so much his mother…I think her name was Milly? Mellie?"

"Mellie," Olivia remembered seeing that name, "She's the one listed on his contact form."

"Right, she was nice but it seemed like the fake nice. You know, the 'I'm-being-nice-to-you-but-really-I-have-much-more-important-things-I-should-be-doing' nice. Dad seemed more genuine, though. We talked for a long time. He actually seemed like he was really interested in education and he was doing a lot of work with Teddy at home, which explained why Teddy used to know half of the lesson plan before I even taught it. He mentioned that he used to be something…a lawyer, maybe…but he quit and became a college professor because he wanted to spend more time with Teddy. It's weird that you haven't heard from him all year."

"Maybe since Teddy's been doing well academically he doesn't see any reason to be in touch?" Olivia wondered out loud.

"Maybe. I would call home again, though. Dad struck me as the type of guy where if Teddy was misbehaving in class, he'd want to know about it."

"Okay," Olivia agreed, "I think I'll call when I get home. Hopefully someone will answer this time."

"Yeah, and if you're worried about bringing him on the field trip then I would make him a conditional child," Quinn advised. A conditional child was a child who, due to behavioral issues, could only attend school field trips if a parent or guardian came along with them as a chaperone, "That will get his parents' attention because if Teddy can't go on the field trip with all his friends, he's going to complain. Plus a child who runs away from the classroom needs to be a conditional child anyway. We can't have that happening in public places. God knows what kind of chaos will ensue."

Olivia nodded, happy with that game plan.

"Good idea. I was thinking about making him a conditional child anyway but I wasn't sure if I was being too harsh," she admitted, "I'm glad you think it's a good idea too."

"Definitely."

"Alright. I'll give his parents another call tonight. Let's see how this goes."

Olivia got home feeling optimistic after her talk with Quinn. She had been starting to think that she might never get in touch with Teddy's parents without Mr. Beene, the school principal, getting involved, but Quinn had given her hope. Maybe Teddy's parents had just been busy with the holidays the first few times she'd tried to contact them. Maybe they'd meant to call her back, but time had just slipped away. Olivia could understand that. The same thing happened to her all the time.

Olivia opened her front door to find two brown suitcases sitting in the entryway.

"Edison?" she called, slipping off her winter coat and hanging it on the hook by the door. She toed off her shoes and pushed them against the wall beneath her coat, then made her way further into the house. "Edison?"

No answer. Figuring he had just dropped his luggage off quickly before heading to check in at the office, Olivia grabbed the mail and slowly made her way up the stairs as she sifted through it.

She entered their bedroom to find Edison propped up on his side of the bed with his back against the headboard and his laptop on a pillow in front of him.

"Oh hi, you're here," she said, surprised but happy. It was nice not coming home to an empty house for once, "Didn't you hear me calling your name?"

"Give me a second, Liv," Edison didn't even look up as she came in the room, still typing away on his computer. Olivia stopped in front of him and watched him for a second, waiting for him to stop and acknowledge her. When he didn't, she rolled her eyes and turned away from him, moving to her dresser to find something more comfortable to wear.

Typical Edison. Leaves his wife home alone for two weeks, doesn't even stop to say hello to her when he gets back.

A few years ago Olivia would have gotten upset, but she didn't anymore. She'd been through this a million times before, and letting anything Edison did upset her would only end up ruining her day. She could dwell on his actions forever, or she could brush it off. Move on. It wouldn't bother her if she didn't think about it too much.

Olivia pulled a pair of black yoga pants and a blue tank top out of her dresser. Turning around to face Edison she slowly unbuttoned the soft yellow blouse she'd worn to school that day, wondering if he would even notice.

She slipped the blouse off of her arms and tossed it on the bed. Her fingers were reaching for the zipper of her skirt when Edison finally put his laptop down.

"Sorry, Liv. I had to send that email—"

"Of course, Edison. Work is more important," Olivia murmured under her breath so softly that he couldn't hear her. He continued talking, oblivious.

"We've got a lot going on this week with the Olympics coming up so soon and one of our New York accounts is—whoa," Edison stopped talking as he finally turned to look at her and realized that she was mostly naked. Kicking her black pencil skirt to the side, Olivia stood before him in only a silky pink bra and panty set. She noted with a small hint of satisfaction that Edison's eyes trailed up and down her body a few times with slight interest. Good to know that she wasn't so ugly that her own husband wouldn't take a peek if she were standing before him naked.

"How was your trip?" Olivia asked, ignoring his roving eyes and reaching for the yoga pants on the dresser behind her. If Edison thought he was getting sex after ignoring her for a full five minutes, he had another think coming, "I thought you were supposed to be coming back last night."

"I did," Edison said, "Well, I got back to the States yesterday. I decided to extend my layover in New York so I could visit our office there this morning."

"Oh," Olivia remarked, tugging the yoga pants over her hips and reaching for her tank top, "Nice of you to tell your wife."

"Sorry, Liv," Edison seemed to realize then that Olivia was actually putting clothes on, not removing more for him, and he met her eyes for the first time. Olivia stared blankly at him. He was always 'sorry Liv,' She didn't care anymore, "I figured you would know that I was still doing work stuff."

"I did," Olivia said with a shrug, "But it still would've been nice to hear it from you."

"I was busy. Next time," Edison said, and Olivia nodded her head knowing full well that he wouldn't call the next time, either.

"Are you going back to work today?" she asked.

"Nah. I've got some work to do from here, but I'm not going in to the office," Edison answered, "I figured maybe if you had some grading then we could work next to each other."

Olivia softened a little. It wasn't much, but it was the most Edison had offered to spend time with her since Christmas. She wasn't jumping for joy, but she didn't see the point of holding resentment against him, either.

"I have some grading I could do," she said, going to sit by Edison's feet at the edge of the bed, facing him, "So how is Russia?"

"It's nice," he answered, "Everything's going well. We're pretty much all set over there."

"When do you have to go back?"

"I'll probably leave here on February 5th or 6th. I'll be there for the opening ceremony on the 7th and I'll stay at least another week or so beyond that. Maybe for the whole thing, if I need to."

"That's nice. I bet it'll be fun," Olivia said, knowing he would probably get to watch a lot of the competitions when he wasn't working. She wished she could go, but she would never leave her students to a substitute teacher for that long. They wouldn't learn anything, and she would come back to find her perfectly ordered classroom in chaos.

"I hope so. Oh, by the way, there's going to be a little celebration here the weekend before, a kickoff party," Edison told her. Olivia frowned, knowing that she was expected to attend and that she would have to look and behave perfectly all night long. Edison loved showing her off to all of the other executives at these types of events. Olivia found them to be woefully painful. She had to spend the night on Edison's arm and smile and nod and laugh when appropriate, and to fake politeness when really she just wanted to smash the faces of every other person there. When she wasn't with Edison, she had to mingle with the other wives in attendance, most of whom were boring stay-at-home mothers who couldn't understand why Olivia had a career of her own and who asked nosy questions about when she and Edison would be starting a family. And then Olivia usually had to deal with Edison's mother on top of it all.

Yes, Olivia hated those events.

"Okay," she said reluctantly, hoping in her mind that the party would at least be held on Saturday, "What day is it?"

"It's the Friday before the Olympics begin…the 29th maybe? The 30th?"

"It's the 31st," Olivia informed him.

"The 31st, right," Edison said. When he didn't say anything else, Olivia sighed.

"I was hoping we could do something else that day," she told him, "We're going on a field trip to the aquarium at school but then Quinn mentioned that maybe we could all get drinks or something—"

"What? Liv, no," Edison shook his head, "Get drinks with your friends some other day—you know I don't like you out drinking so much, anyway. You can't miss this party. It's important."

"Of course," Olivia mumbled.

"You can't seriously think that hanging out with your friends is more important than—"

"January 31st, Edison," Olivia said pointedly, and he finally caught on.

"Oh, right, your birthday," he said. He frowned and looked like he was deep in thought for a moment before his eyes brightened and he scooted down the bed to sit next to her, "Well, you can still see your friends at work that day and—"

"Ugh," Olivia rolled her eyes and tried to stand up, but Edison grabbed her hand, and kept talking.

"…And I'm sure they wouldn't mind celebrating with you the next day. It'll be a Saturday, after all. In the meantime," he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand a few times and lowered his voice an octave, "I'm sure we can squeeze in a romantic dinner before the party. We can get you your favorite grilled salmon from that place downtown. And after the party we can get some of your favorite candles and those massage oils you like, maybe see about firing up the Jacuzzi…"

Edison let his voice trail off suggestively and Olivia eyed him warily, knowing that the likelihood of him wanting to indulge in a sensual massage and lovemaking session at two in the morning after a work party was practically zero. He was just saying things that he thought she wanted to hear. Whatever would make her go along without complaining.

"Fine," she said reluctantly, standing up, "But you owe me, Edison. You have to take me somewhere nice, a real date with flowers and a fancy restaurant, when you get back from the Olympics. No, two dates, because let's be honest with ourselves, you're not going to be here on Valentine's Day—"

"Liv, you know I'm going to do everything I can to be here for you on Valentine's Day."

"Two dates, Edison."

"Fine."

An hour later Edison was still propped up against the headboard of their bed, laptop back in place in front of him. Olivia was lying on her stomach on her side of the bed with her head by his knees and her legs crossed in midair at the top of the bed, a pillow under her chest, grading the spelling test she'd given on Friday. They were working silently. Olivia knew better than to say too much to Edison when he was too absorbed in his work. He wouldn't be listening to her anyway.

Olivia finished with Belen Hightower's test and entered the final score into her gradebook before setting it in her stack of finished papers and moving on to the next test. It was Teddy Grant's. She glanced at the alarm clock over her shoulder. She planned to call his parents around six o'clock. She figured that—assuming his parents worked regular hours—that would give them plenty of time to leave work, pick up the kids, and get home before she called. It was 5:50 now.

Olivia went over Teddy's test. It was flawless, of course. The child really was very bright. Olivia didn't think he'd ever earned less than an 85% on anything, and even that 85% had only been once. Not for the first time, Olivia wondered if he was acting out simply because he wasn't being challenged enough. Maybe he needed a couple of extra assignments to keep him from getting bored. That was something she wanted to suggest to his parents, if she ever got in touch with them.

Olivia scribbled a 105%-he'd even answered the extra credit question correctly—with an exclamation point on the top of Teddy's test, along with a 'Nice job!' She entered the grade into her book before reaching for the leather tote she used as a schoolbag. She had Teddy's contact information form in there somewhere. Shuffling through papers, she found the one she was looking for and stood up.

"Done?" Edison asked her distractedly.

"No, I was just going to go make a quick phone call to a parent," Olivia replied, knowing that Edison wouldn't appreciate it if she started talking while he was trying to concentrate. She could hardly even believe he was talking to her now.

"Oh. The kid's grades are that bad?"

"No," Olivia said, smiling faintly, "But his behavior is."

"Oh," Edison didn't say anything else. Olivia grabbed her cell phone off of the nightstand and went into the hall, shutting the door to their bedroom behind her. She glanced down at the form in her hands. The phone number written down was Teddy's mother's cell phone number. She dialed it quickly and silently wished that someone would answer as she listened to it ring.

Hello you've reached the cell phone of Mellie Grant, Esquire. Unfortunately I am unable to take your call right now. Please leave your name and your phone number and I will call you back as soon as possible. Thank you.

Olivia cursed softly under her breath as she listened to the recording. She had done this before.

"Hello, Mrs. Grant, this is Olivia Davis calling from Fort Hill Elementary School. I'm Teddy's teacher and I would really like to touch base with you regarding his recent behavior in school and our upcoming class field trip to the New England Aquarium. If you could please give me a call, my phone number is 555-724-4091. This is my personal cell phone, not a school number, so please feel free to call during the evening or on the weekend if you need to. It's very important that I speak with you in the upcoming days. Again, my phone number is 555-724-4091. Thank you, take care."

Olivia sighed and hung up the phone. Hopefully she would get a different outcome this time. If not, she would try emailing again in a few days. If that was unsuccessful, Olivia would probably have to enlist the help of Mr. Beene.

Olivia went back into the bedroom and was surprised to find that Edison had closed his laptop and set it on the nightstand.

"Are you done working?" she asked.

"Nah, but I could use a little break. Come here," Edison scooted so that he was sitting on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor and beckoned for Olivia. She hesitantly took a few steps forward and stood before him, unsure of what his game was.

"Closer, Liv, come," he reached forward and grabbed her hands, tugging her gently until she stood between his parted legs. He dropped her hands on his shoulders and slid his own hands up and down her waist, "Have I ever told you how good these yoga pants make your ass look?"

"You want to have sex?" Olivia asked with a raised eyebrow. She and Edison hardly ever had sex anymore. They probably only did it once or twice a month. Edison usually seemed so disinterested in her, and he didn't exactly fascinate Olivia. Once upon a time Edison had been handsome, but with working long hours he didn't really take care of himself anymore and his figure was starting to slip. Not to mention that he was nothing—nothing—like Fitz. That man was a god. Before Fitz, Olivia had been somewhat satisfied with sex with Edison, but now she knew exactly what she was missing and she craved it more than anything. Edison could distract her sometimes, but he simply could not provide her with what she really wanted.

"Yeah, Liv. Jeez," Edison rubbed his thumbs along the top of her yoga pants, "I was trying to give you a compliment."

"Sorry," Olivia murmured, even though Edison didn't have a romantic bone in his body and normally wouldn't know how to set the mood if it would kill him not to, "You haven't told me how good my ass looks lately. You never give me compliments like that anymore."

"Mmm, I get busy," Edison said, pulling her down until she was sitting in his lap. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, "I work hard, baby, but you know I do it for you."

Olivia had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes. Edison didn't work hard so he could provide for her. She had her own career. She didn't need him to provide for her. He worked hard for his own damn self.

"You should always make time for your wife, Edison," she told him.

"I am making time. Right now. Come here."

Edison kissed her again, this time with more intensity than the first. Olivia closed her eyes and opened her mouth dutifully when she felt Edison run his tongue along her lips. His hands wandered up her sides for a moment before she felt him lift her and set her on her back on top of the comforter, her school papers pushed to the side and safely out of the way. He climbed over her and quickly put his mouth back on hers, continuing their kiss.

Olivia hooked her legs around Edison's hips and tried to enjoy herself, but Edison's tongue was too dry and his kisses were too bruising. His hands were too clumsy as they stripped her of her yoga pants, panties, and tank top, leaving her in just her bra. Somehow he had managed to remove his own clothing as well, and Olivia whimpered a little as he entered her slowly.

"You okay, Liv?" he asked. Olivia nodded.

"Yes," she murmured, "It's a little tight but keep going."

He obliged and began moving in and out of her, but everything about sex with Edison was just so…mechanical. Boring. Predictable. Olivia let her eyes fall shut so she didn't really have to look at him.

She couldn't stop herself from picturing him instead. She wrapped her arms around Edison's neck and tried to pretend that it was Fitz who was moving in and out of her. She tried to imagine the way Fitz's fingers felt as they played with her clit, the spicy masculine scent of his cologne as it filled her nostrils, the way his groans of pleasure sounded in her ear as he came. It was only then that Olivia felt herself truly start to get a little aroused, and she was just starting to think that maybe she would be able to fantasize her way into an orgasm when she heard Edison grunt as he came inside of her.

Never mind.

Ew, Olivia/Edison (Olivison? Edivia?) sex. *Shudders* Sorry about that guys. It doesn't happen very often and, as you can see, it's not very good. Anywho, let me know what you think of this latest installment. We'll hear from our dear friend Fitz in the next chapter. Ta ta for now!