A few of you have asked me to post something for 401 as a rebuttal like i used to do for S3. I know 402 airs tonight, and I'm sorry this took me so long, but i needed to decided how i wanted to deliver this particular rebuttal. All of my future S4 one shots will be posting here to help restore some order to my story list. I've never written a One shot from this angle before, so I'm curious to see how you all respond to it. XOXO

Home

His hands roam slowly over my body, not missing single inch of my flesh. I can feel him everywhere, and wonder how a man could make me feel this way. My head is spinning, and I feel as if I'm floating mid air.

His mouth caresses my flesh with the hot moisture his heavy breaths leave behind. He nibbles on my ear lobe, and whispers sweet... everything's into my ear. I gasp as his tongue darts out and grazes the sensitive flesh of my neck. I squeeze my eyes tightly as his teeth sink into my skin, then he resumes licking and sucking on the spot to ease the sting. I know he's marked my body, but i don't care. I've made the decision long ago, to give myself to him fully, to do as he wills. His will be done.

His hair... My God how I love his hair. His hair with the most luscious set of waves I have ever run my fingers through. It's cut much shorter than I'd like, but I still love the way it feels in my hands.

He's working his way down my body, and I moan as he draws my nipple into his mouth. The slight tingling as he grazed my hardened bud with his teeth causes my back to arch off of the bed. I'm slowly drowning in all that is him, and I pray no one tries to save me.

As he continues his trail of worshiping kisses down my body, I feel his hands nudging my thighs apart. So I open up for him, as wide as my body will allow.

"You are so wet. So fucking wet." he says as his fingers slide slowly between my folds.

He's moving from my clit to my center, setting a much welcomed pace. We've been going at it for hours, and the tenderness is much welcomed in this moment. He plunges his first finger inside of me, and I hear a mixture of a growl and a moan escape my lips. I can feel my walls clinging to his digit, hungrily pleading for the release only he can provide.

He inserts a second finger as his tongue dips into my navel, and I gasp in anticipation. I know he is nearing his destination, and the closer he gets, the more my body aches. Oral was never something I was excited about receiving, at least until him. I used to fight with him whenever he tried because I knew I wouldn't enjoy it. The first time he went down on me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Never had I heard the sounds escape my lips, as I had that night and each time after.

"Those other men just weren't doing it right." He said as my body came down from that first earth shaking orgasm. How one man's tongue could be so talented, I'll never know. But I digress...

He's kissing my hip bone now, and I can hear him telling me to open my eyes. He says he wants to watch the look on my face as he gathers his first taste of my essence. My brain fights with my eyes, willing them to open. It's a struggle as he feels so good, but after a few moments my eyelids flutter open. I take in his eyes staring back at me as if I'm his key to survival, and know this night is nowhere near finished.

The feeling of him flattening his tongue between my lower lips is one I cannot describe. My body feels as if I'm being electrocuted, but in the best possible way. I reach my arms out, and grab hold of the sheets at my sides as he begins placing slow, open mouth kisses over my sex. How this man is so talented with his tongue is something I ponder frequently, but I am glad he uses his talents on me.

I can feel the fire stirring in my belly as he slowly draws my nub into his mouth. He sucks slowly at first, then a little faster, a little harder, as he watches my face twist in pleasure. I'm watching him feast on my most sacred of areas, and I feel myself growing close as his mouth and nose are covered in my juices. His fingers are moving faster, and he hums in approval as my body begins thrusting against him.

"I'm... I'm... Baby... I..." I'm trying to tell him I'm close, so fucking close, but the way he is working my body has me at a loss for words.

"That's it baby. Cum for me Livvie." He demands before sucking on my clit with all of his might. That is my undoing. I feel my body stiffen, and my toes begin to curl as the pressure has finally filled me to the point where I explode.

"Fitz..."

I repeat his name over and over as if it were a prayer fleeing from my mouth. My body is trembling, and I can feel the waves of my orgasm, rippling through me with no signs of stopping. He doesn't stop when I cum, that's simply not his style. He continues to feast away on my most sacred of places, his mouth slurping up all my body is giving. It isn't until I relax, that I feel his mouth begin kissing it's way back up my body.

His teeth graze the flesh of my chin, before he draws my bottom lip into his mouth. I can taste myself on him, and I began kissing him with all of the passion my body will allow. I never thought tasting myself could be so erotic, but as I lay here, hungrily sucking on his tongue, I feel another wave of arousal washing over me. After a while he breaks the kiss, and I whimper in disapproval. No matter what we have done, and we have done a lot, kissing him will always be my guiltiest of pleasures.

He tilts my head up so my eyes look into his, and even though we are in the throes of passion, all I see is love. It scares me sometimes how much he loves me and I him. I honestly feel that our love will be our downfall. But as I look into his eyes, reflecting all the love I feel for him, I'd gladly fall to any depths with him. Over a cliff.

"Do you have any idea just how incredibly beautiful you are?" He asks, as his hand reaches out and cups my face. "I love you." He adds, as he can clearly see the tears welling up in my eyes.

"I love you too" I respond breathlessly as my chest is now heaving. I do love this man, far more than any word can describe. Honestly I think Abby said it best. If any word could possibly describe our relationship, our ups, downs, joys, and sorrows. If any word could describe our love, and everything our love has endured, it would simply be Olitz.

As we stare into each others, I feel my breath hitch as the head of his impressive erection presses at my entrance. I feel a wave of excitement wash over me, as I know that within moments our two bodies will become one.

I close my eyes for a second, just one, so I can savor the feeling of our bodies connecting. He doesn't like this and I know, because he stops, refusing to enter me, refusing to end this torturous moment.

"Open your eyes. Look at me" he says, and I do. I'd do anything he told me to, just to feel him inside of me once again.

The intensity behind his gaze as he thrusts into of me, rendered me speechless in the moment. I can feel him in my stomach, and I moan as my walls expand just enough to grant him access. He glances down at me, to make sure I'm ok, before moving at a torturously slow pace. I know my walls are still adjusting to his girth, and he does to. But I can't help but pray they adapt quickly as I need more friction. My hands seek out his hair, as he begins whispering in my ear, just how good it felt for him to be home once again.

Home... That's how he describes our union. Not because he's sheathed fully inside of me, but because his heart, his soul are forever with me. Sure we have our moments of plain old down and dirty fucking, but making love, like this, is what my body craves.

I began meeting the thrusts of his hips, and take comfort in the feeling of his body pressing me firmly into the mattress. He's not too heavy, but his weight pressed firmly on top of me sends a feeling of comfort along with the pleasure on he can provide. I'm not the girl who needs protecting. I'm not the girl that needs to be saved, and yet, I can't help but realize that even when I don't realize it, he saves me, mainly, especially from myself. He makes me feel safe, loved. I realize now more than ever that he's right. I feel like I'm home.

I suddenly get the urge to see what I'm feeling inside taking place inside of me. In moment of boldness, I prop myself up on my elbows and sneak a glance between our sweat glistened bodies. As I see him sliding in and out of me, his shaft glistening with my juices, I can't help but wonder just how something as simple as our bodies joining together can be so fucking sexy, yet packed with so much raw emotion.

His eyes are studying me intently. I can feel him watching me, waiting for my reaction. He let's out a deep growl as he is obviously pleased with my curiosity. He's always wanted me to watch, but I've always been too shy to do so. Now, as I look down and see him thrusting inside of me, his abdominal muscles contracting gloriously as he does, and can't help but to feel even more turned on in this moment.

Before I realize what I'm doing, my hands grip tightly onto his chest, and I use all of my strength to flip us over. He looks at me stunned, as he always wants me to ride him, but I very rarely do so.

It's not that I don't enjoy climbing on top of him and working my hips to force him over the edge. I actually love looking down at him as his hands roam my body, his face twisting into one of many sexual faces. I love the grunts that escape him as I lift myself off of him, just so his tip remains inside of me. Then when he isn't expecting it, I slam down onto him hard, until our pelvis bones are connected. I love the feel of my hands as they press firmly against his chest, as I grind my hips against his while my hardened nipples scrape across his chest. I love those moments, but for me, those moments are about control.

When I am with him, I don't feel the need to hold on to the illusion of how the world views Olivia Pope. When I am with him, I don't need the white hat or the gladiator suit. Hell, I don't even need the wine. When I am with him, I feel free to be the perfectly flawed person that I know I am, because I know he will love me anyway. I feel free to surrender all control to him, no matter the where, when's, or how's, he decides our bodies should connect. I know he'd never hurt me, and from our first time, he has never failed to leave me less than sated. So me riding him may be fun, but this is not one of those moments, and he knows it as well.

I look into his eyes as I prop myself onto my knees. I am preparing my body to swallow him once again. As I sink down slowly on him, I gasp as I feel him stretching me to my limits once again. I still myself for a moment as I watch his hands cup my breasts and begin massaging them in slow, circular motions. I throw my head back and arch towards him as he pinches my nipples between his fingers.

His hands continue the path down my sides, resting firmly on my hips. As he slowly began to move my hips, bringing us both the ultimate pleasure, I'm thankful he understands me and my needs, better than I understand myself. He knows that even though I'm on top, I'm still giving him control over my body. I'm allowing him to set the pace, and decide when my body is ready to explode.

I look down at him and can't help but bite on my lower lip as he is impossibly deep. A devilish smirk forms on his face, as he lifts my hips up slightly, then thrusts into me hard, as he brings my hips down forcefully to take him in. He does this over and over until I am screaming to Gods, begging him to make me cum.

My hands gravitate towards my breasts, and I smile as he watches me groping the mounds in my hands. His eyes are hungry, and his mouth is watering for just a taste of my flesh in his mouth. The is a twinkle in his eye, and I know he is about to...

Sure enough, he flips us, then flips me again so I am on my stomach. His hand reaches under me, and pulls a few pillows under me, propping my midsection up. He offers a a second pillow, and I moan as I know how he wants it, but instead of giving in, I wait for him to utter the words.

"Face down, ass up baby." he says, and I feel my walls spasm as I know I am in for the ride of my life. I prop myself up on my knees, and rest my head on the pillow he has provided.

His hands are now groping my ass, and I hear him groan. I know he is enjoying just how wet I am for him right now as he slides back home once again. He is so deep, and I feel like I am about to explode from how well he fills me. No man fills me like he does. He begins working his hips again, and I am rewarded with a string of animalistic grunts as I repetitively throw my ass back against him, picking up the pace.

We have now set a pace that has both of us moaning and crying out in ecstasy. I feel the stinging sensation of his hand making contact with my ass, as his other hand wraps tightly in my hair. The mix of pleasure and pain over the way we are going at it has me ready to climb the walls.

"Again" I say as I brace myself for the impact once against.

He doesn't hesitate to give in to my demand, as he is just as close to reaching his peak as I am. A squeal leaves my mouth at the second impact, and a moan erupts from the third. It is unreal how well this man can work my body.

His hand has now traveled from my hair, to my throat. I know he enjoys that fact that he is the only man who has ever been allotted this much freedom over my body. I have to admit, the thought of his hand clamped around my throat used to scare me. Now, it just turns me on even more.

It isn't long before I feel the pressure building up inside of me. I feel his hand slide between my legs, and he pinches my clit between his fingers. My eyes snap shut tightly as I scream his name, and my body explodes as it finds it's release.

My legs feel like jello but I can feel he is still not finished. I conjure up my remaining strength, and begin thrusting against him once again. His fingers are now digging into my hips and I know there will be bruising come morning. I love those little reminders of our time together. With one final thrust, and the forceful clamping of my walls around him, I successfully force him over the edge. I smile to myself as I feel him coating my walls with his seed. My man is happy, and that is all that matters in this world.

He collapses onto the bed bringing me with him. His lungs are begging for oxygen just the same as mine. I snuggle myself into his chest as he wraps his arms protectively around me. I place soft kisses on his chest in exchange for the ones he places on the top of my head. As amazingly euphoric as making love feels, I have to admit that this is the best part.

"Livvie, that was..." he begins

"Ah-fucking-mazing" I finished with a smile on my face. It truly was. No man has ever reached me in the places he has.

I begin to shiver, and I thank him silently as he reaches to pull a blanket over our exhausted, sweaty bodies.

"Shower?" he asks as he knows I suffer from extreme OCD. When I am alone, I take three, sometimes four showers a day. But right now, I want to forego the shower, and simply bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Maybe later" I reply as I realize he can't hear ALL of my thoughts. We talk for a few hours more, simply enjoying the non physical parts of our relationship.

I feel my eyelids growing heavy, and I know sleep will soon consume me. Apparently Fitz knows this too as he stands from the bed, only to return a few moments later. He begins cleaning our combined juices from between my thighs, then disposes of the rag before climbing back into bed. He pulls me into his arms once again, and places a soft kiss against my lips.

"I love you Livvie."

"I love you too Fitz." I reply before falling asleep wrapped tightly in his arms.

As I sit on my lounge chair, gazing into the sparkling blue ocean, this is the memory that consumes my thoughts. It invades my dreams. The island I am on is beautiful, my father sure knows how to spoil me when he wants to. But I can't help but wish I had brought Fitz with me. I reach for my wine glass and sigh as I take a hefty sip of the burgundy liquid. 94 Du Bulle (Another moment of spoiling by father), is currently sliding down my throat, and all I can think of is how much I miss home.

When I boarded that plane leaving my worries behind, I never thought about the people I was leaving behind as well. I thought it was best they moved on in their lives without me, so I left. I was saving them all from the scandal that is my existence. But as I look into the crystal blue waters that have been pampering me for the past two months, I can't help but to miss home.

Being alone for two months does things to people. It makes them think, reflect on things they would change if they could. It also has the tendency to drive a person insane. I'm thankful for Raul, the delivery boy, as he did arrive once a week to bring me whatever I asked. But his visits were nowhere near what I needed. He wasn't what I needed, this island... isn't what I needed. I need... Him.

So as I stand out of my lounge chair I drain the rest of my glass, and glance over the perfect landscape,the paradise that I have come to detest. I set my glass down and take a deep breath. I let out the misconceptions that I am responsible for the wrong that occurs in everyone's life. I let out the character flaw of allowing others to place their failed lives on me. Furthermore, I let out the insecurities, worries, and fears of others intentions that I have been plagued with since childhood. It's not on me. It was never on me. I believe this now. I slowly turn around and begin walking away from my little ocean with only six words on my mind.

Fuck this shit, I'm going home.

I begin making my way towards my five bedroom, three bathroom home (why my father believed I needed something so big, I'll never know), determined to reunite with the man that I love. I slide the patio door open and step inside. I make my way through the home, and heads towards my bedroom.

When I enter my room, I freeze as I realize I am not alone. My breathing hitches and I can feel my heartbeat quicken as my eyes take in the man before me. He looks amazing in his khaki shorts and white polo shirt. He has lost a little weight and I immediately know that I may not have been the reason, but I sure didn't help matters any. His hair is a little shorter than I remember, not much, but I can still run my fingers through it. Dear God how I want to run my fingers through it. The butterflies in my stomach return as he takes his inventory of me. I know he realizes I have lost a little... ok, a lot of weight by the slight frown that appears on his face. In the past two months, I've had less of an appetite than normal. I may have spent two months on a tropical island getaway, completely pampered rotten by my father, but it was far from paradise. As our eyes lock, realization hits me hard.

Two months has been far too long to go without staring into his beautiful blue eyes. Too long to go without running my fingers through his gorgeous hair. Too long without feeling his lips against mine. As I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my body gravitating towards his, I suddenly realize that two months was definitely too long to be away from home.

His eyes never leave mine as he stands from the bed. He inches towards me, as if he's afraid of getting too close. Afraid I may run. My eyes challenge him to close the remaining gap between us, and he is immediately by my side. His hands cup my face, and he presses his lips softly against mine. Immediately I feel as if my body has been set on fire. The kiss wasn't deep. It was gentle and passionate. I can feel him smiling as he pulls away, and I find for the first time in two months, maybe even more, I'm smiling too. His forehead rests gently against mine, as hands slide down my sides and settle on waist.

"Hi" he says almost in a whisper, and it is as if my whole world shifts in that instant.

"Hi." I respond breathlessly, and I can feel my smile broadening in sync with his.

In my 34 years on this earth, I have never known one word to make me feel so loved, so wanted, so complete. Never, have I heard one word, that would simply make me feel as if I were... home.