CH 3

A/N: I'm sorry if I wasn't clear in the last chapter. I am still new to this writing stuff and didn't think anyone would be interested in my crazy ideas. Everything in the last chapter was reality except at the beginning. Olivia was dreaming about the baby and was roused from her sleep by Jake arguing with Daniel. Hope that cleared everything up! –J

P.S the flashback is from s3 ep15 when Olitz was in the Oval n they cut to the next scene as he unzipped her slacks.

"I don't want to wear a blind fold, Fitz!" Olivia laughed

They were about to descend and Olivia had no clue where they were headed. Fitz had done everything he could think of to keep this secret from her. As they landed, he opted to carry her off the plane and across the lush green grass. He rested her down on the sprawling stone patio. He removed the blindfold "surprise." He whispered in her ear.

She gasped and turned to look at him. "Fitz."

The last time they had been here, she had told him she would give him one hour. That one hour turned into an argument and them making love all night in front of the fire place. He slid open the glass door for her and she entered the house. It looked so different this time. There were no tarps or dust covering things. The house was warm and inviting. It was their house. He had it built for them. For their family. For their children. Where they would grow old together. She was overwhelmed. She ran to him and kissed him passionately, her fingers gripping his hair. He held her tight relishing the feeling of her small frame against him.

"This wasn't how I expected our first date to start. But I'll take it." They laughed. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving." She replied

Fitz grabbed a picnic basket that was sitting on the counter. It was filled with everything they needed for a picnic on the lawn.

"You thought of everything."

"I wanted our first date to be perfect. I've been on the phone since last night setting things in motion. We won't have to leave the house for the whole weekend. The fridge is stocked, your suitcase is in our bedroom." They headed outside, Olivia taking in the scenery while Fitz spread the blanket on the grass. They talked and ate their sandwiches. She laughed when he pulled out two wine glasses and filled them with grape juice. After their picnic, they went inside and Fitz gave her the official tour of the house. They never got around to it the first time he had brought her there.

They entered the master bedroom and Fitz paused. "Close your eyes. I have another surprise for you." Olivia sighed and looked at him suspiciously "close your eyes."

She closed her eyes slowly but she wasn't worried. She trusted him completely. "Is this going to be a constant theme for the weekend? You know I hate surprises." She said as he led her through the room. She heard him open a door and rushed to get her into position. "Okay. Open them"

She was in awe. In front of her was a massive closet filled with clothes. It was organized by color, with the white section taking up the most space. Blush, pale blues, light grays, nudes lined the walls of this mini room. There was an entire wall of shoes from boots to sandals, pumps to flats. In the middle there was an island with several drawers. The drawers were filled with everything from necklaces to earrings, bracelets and rings. There was a full wall glass display with several bags and a rack with scarves and belts. "Fitz-"

"Do you still hate surprises?" He asked grinning

"Yes. This must have cost you a fortune. How do you even know if any of this will fit me?"

"In case you forgot, I'm very familiar with your body." She blushed. Thinking about the last time they had made love.

Flashback: "I said 'fine.' Can we not discuss my kids right now?"

He kissed her and she smiled. He skillfully slid his hands under her jacket and found the zipper on her slacks. She held his face and devoured his lips as his fingers crept underneath the smooth fabric.

"Stop." She whispered against his now swollen lips. He replied by lowering his lips to meet her neck and whispering "No." He knew just how to drive her crazy. He licked his way from the most sensitive spot on her neck back up to her full lips and kissed her roughly.

"I want you." He whispered as he took her bottom lip between his teeth. She moaned and kissed him harder. He backed her up to his desk. With a swipe of his free hand cleared it off.

"Fitz—someone will come in." She said making no attempt to stop him.

"They have to knock first." He managed to get out between kisses. "Bend over."

And with that he pushed her pants from her hips and spun her around so her hands were on the desk. He slid her silk panties to the side and ran his finger up and down her slit. She was always so wet and he loved it. She dropped her head in ecstasy "God." She whispered as she tried to stifle a moan. He slid his finger inside. She pushed back into his hand forcing it deeper. Why was she so weak when it came to him? Before she could think of an answer to regain control of her thinking, he slid inside her with one long stroke. He growled "Livvie." feeling her walls contract and adjust to his size. She responded with a gasp. He stroked her again. She moaned. Loud. "Fitz!" His hand reached around to cover her mouth as he continued his movement without missing a beat. She bit his hand and he growled in response. She felt so good. Too good. His resolve was slipping and he began to move quicker. "Why are you so wet?" Both his hands traveled to her slim waist trying to steady her movement. "Olivia stop." He moaned. He tightened his grip on her hips and thrust hard. "Stop moving." He ordered with a slap to her ass. "Fitz!" she turned to look at him, her eyes filled with lust. "Don't look at me like that." He couldn't help himself. He started stroking faster and deeper. His hips moving rhythmically as she met his every thrust. He wanted her to feel every inch of his manhood. She belonged to him. Olivia gripped the desk tight as she felt her orgasm rising. He was right there with her. His face contorted with passion as her walls pulsated and liquid lust covered him. She cried out and he didn't care this time. His woman was pleased and he released his seed deep inside her moist walls. They stood, panting, each too tired to speak, let alone move. He kissed the arch in her back as he slowly slid out of her. She looked at him and laughed at the smug expression on his face while he leaned against the window.

"What?" He asked smiling

"Nothing." She laughed. He could have this one. He was an amazing lover. The best she had ever had.

He fixed himself and helped her reassemble her garments. "I guess I should get back to work." She smiled walking towards him. Her eyes sultry.

"Olivia, stop looking at me like that." He scolded as she wrapped her hands around his neck playing with his curls. She pulled his face towards hers and kissed him. Her tongue slid slowly between his lips. He opened his mouth and welcomed her. His hands roamed her body and settled on her ass. He squeezed and she could feel him growing firm. "Good day, Mr. President." She whispered against his lips as she pulled away and walked toward the door.

He smiled as he watched her walk away. "God, I love that woman." End flashback

After the tour was finished, they sat down for dinner. Fitz ordered food from his favorite Italian restaurant in Vermont. They laughed and fed each other, genuinely happy to enjoy uninterrupted time.

"Liv, there's something I need to talk to you about." He stated seriously

She swallowed hard. "Ok."

"I spoke with my lawyer this morning about a divorce."

She choked on her grape juice. "Are you out of your mind?!" she asked her voice hoarse from coughing. "You can't leave her. Your father raped her. It will ruin you."

"Here she is ladies and gentlemen. Olivia Pope the fixer." He smiles

"Fitz, I'm serious. What about Teddy and Karen? They just lost their brother and you want to leave them? You-"

"NO. I want to leave Mellie not my kids. Liv, I've thought about this."

"Obviously you haven't. You need time to grieve as a family."

"I am grieving. But tell me something Liv. It's been 15 years. Why now? Why did she decide to tell you now? Why didn't she tell me?" He said angrily.

"I don't know the answer to that Fitz. That's something you will need to discuss with Mellie. People deal with rape in different ways. I guess her way of dealing was to push you away. I can't speak for her." She rubbed his hand.

He reached up and caressed her face. "I love you."

"I know Fitz. I love you too. But you need to take time to deal with situation in order for us to move forward."

"I will. I promise."