Co-written by emilykay21

Disclaimer: All rights go to Shonda Rhimes and the Cast & Crew of Scandal

Her heels clicked the floor softly on the carpet as Mellie strode slowly up to the door of the Presidential Dining Room. It was about 9; the time she and Fitz had agreed to meet Olivia. She knocked on the wood door twice though it was already cracked open. She knew he was in there and peeked her head through the door. She was ready to get this over with. Mellie opened the door to find Fitz seated at the table, staring at a full glass of scotch.

"Should you really be drinking now?"

Fitz looked up.

"Mellie." He said, a bit surprised.

It's not like he didn't know she would be here. She came in every night anyway to let him say goodnight to Teddy.

"I know, you were probably expecting Olivia first so you could have a quickie before I arrived." She said disappointedly.

"No, I-"

It seemed as if he couldn't muster any words to explain the shock in his voice. He set the glass down. It didn't look as if he'd consumed any of the liquid yet.

"I'm actually glad you're here first." Fitz blinked slowly as he spoke.

Glad? Glad that the woman he doesn't love, his wife, is here before his mistress? Mellie chuckled a bit.

"What?" he said.

She closed the door behind her and paced back and forth at the other end of the table.

"You're happy to see your wife instead of your mistress?" She said, "That's a first."

"Am I not allowed to be happy to see you?" Fitz questioned as he straightened himself from the slouch he was in.

Mellie shook her head and let out another sarcastic giggle.

"Do you even remember what I said to you last night?" she snapped.

Fitz stood up.

"Of course I do. I-" Mellie cut him off.

"Because you haven't said one word to me about it. But I guess I'll never get what I've wanted from you." Her voice began to take on a melancholy tone.

"What do you want, Mellie?" Fitz's voice transitioned from pleased to troubled.

"Fitz," she turned towards him and folded her hands as if she were begging. "All I've ever wanted was to just talk to you."

Fitz's brow furrowed as she stepped closer to him.

"You are the one that cut me off. You are the one who was so distant that we couldn't salvage our marriage if we truly tried. You erased us. And you never told me why! Don't you think I would have talked to you if you had told me why." His voice was reaching a louder and deeper octave.

Mellie froze and began to shake. The thoughts of the night Big Gerry had raped her trickled into her mind. Her uncertainty as to who the real father of their son was made her lip quiver. She began to believe that this mess was really all her fault because she never told Fitz the truth.

"Mellie, all you had to do was tell me why." His voice softened with a crack.

Her hands began shaking and her flooded blue eyes looked up at him. Her mouth trying to form an answer to a question she didn't know.

"I-" she started.

Fitz saw the pain in her eyes and all the emotions he'd stirred up, not only for her, but for himself. He didn't care about her secrets right now. All he saw was the young girl he'd met so many years before; the one he'd started to fall for before being pushed away. He wanted her to feel what she deserved to feel: love.

Her trembling lips were met by the salted taste of her tears as they ran down the side of her nose and the warm sensation of Fitz's mouth as he cupped her face in his hands. She felt peace settling within her and her trembling hands stopped and she placed them on the back of Fitz's head, her fingers intertwined with his curls. The moment was long and refreshing. Fitz pulled away slowly as he opened his eyes. Mellie looked down as Fitz brushed his thumb to wipe away her tears. She moved her hand up and touched his wrist as he cleared the saltwater from her porcelain cheek with his sleeve. She looked up and their eyes locked on one another. Neither had any idea what was about to happen next.

Mellie suddenly pressed her mouth hard into Fitz's as he pulled her into him. Her hands moving restlessly up and down his neck and through his hair. He pressed his lips so hard into hers that her back began to arch toward the table. Mellie placed a hand behind her to steady herself as their tongues wrestled each other fiercely.

They let go of one another and Mellie looked down to undo his belt. She was surprised to see the hard bulge stretching inside his pants. That only made her slide them off quicker as she released his erected member. Fitz entangled his hand into Mellie's and lowered her gently onto the table and began sucking on her collar bone. Mellie let out an irked moan to let him know she was growing impatient waiting for his pleasure. Fitz took his free hand and slid it up between her thighs. She was wet and she needed him now. He began rubbing her clit gently with his thumb as he placed a finger inside of her followed by another. Her juices covering his hand, he removed it and with the help of the other he tore her Chanel dress up past her ass. He began teasing her clit once more, but with the hardened head of his cock. She was covering his tip and it was a pleasing feeling for him.

Their tongues still battling for control, kept their mouths busy while their hands were otherwise occupied. Mellie slid her hands down Fitz's backside, grappling his ass hard, attempting to get him to thrust inside of her.

She'd had enough of his teasing and he was extremely hard and ready to enter her. Her hands still forcing him, felt an ease of movement as he drove his cock into her warm, moist opening. He could feel her walls tightening and she could most definitly feel his throb. He sped himself up as one of Mellie's hands grasped for the chair next to her and the other making its way up Fitz's back. He began kissing her in trail by licking the crease of her breasts to soft pecks up to her lips.

His throbbing became increasingly strong as her walls became as tight as they could. He spilled into her and the two finally let out a synchronized moan and rode out their orgasm.

Just then, the door opened. Fitz and Mellie turned their heads, breathlessly, to see none other than Olivia Pope standing in the doorway with a dropped jaw.

"O-oh my" She looked at the two in shock. "Oh my god" she shut the door, careful not to let any more noises slip out of the room.

She quickly spun around and Mellie let out a small squeal that sounded more like a scream. Fitz quickly pulled his slacks back up. Mellie looked down at her black panties that were at her ankles. Her dress was actually ripped but she pulled it back down over her ass.

"Olivia" Fitz said.

"Well I guess this isn't the best time for us to discuss the tape after all" Olivia said, her back still facing them.

Fitz coaxed her and she finally turned. She looked at Mellie who looked more embarrassed than Olivia had ever seen her. She had never seen Mellie look anything but put together.

"This is ridiculous" Olivia said, to a still frazzled Fitz. "You two need to fix whatever is going on here, before I can help your situation."

Usually Mellie would have some sort of remark, but her embarrassment refrained her from saying anything. Instead, her eyes just widened n shock.

"No, Livie." Fitz reached for her but didn't touch.

"I came to tell you what I think is best for the both of you, but I think you already know." said Olivia, her hands crossed in front of her.

Fitz sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. Mellie, still replacing her shoe to her foot, did the same, making an embarrassing plop in the seat. She mouthed the word "sorry" as Fitz and Olivia turned their attention towards her noise.

Olivia looked at Fitz. Mellie could see the betrayal in her eyes; practically feel it because that's something she's very familiar with.

Mellie spoke up "Well," she cleared her throat "what's your decision?"

Fitz finally lifted his head again to listen to Olivia's words.

"You tell the truth. You tell them how deeply sorry you are that something like this was exposed to your nation and that you hope your private relationship with one another will Be respected enough to remain private." Olivia informed them.

Mellie thought of the irony and hid her smirk from the conversation.

"And when does this happen?" Fitz asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon. I can schedule a gathering with the press at noon." She answered.

"I think it may be best if we leave that part to Cyrus" said Fitz gingerly "just because you're involved as well."

Olivia nodded to the statement, but Mellie straightened up in her seat and opened her mouth.

"By telling the truth, does that mean you two get to continue whatever you have under the radar? Or am I going to get my husband back?"

Olivia was a bit in awe at Mellie's words, but did not miss a beat.

"That's up to him." she said looking down at Fitz.

Mellie could see the irritation she was causing Olivia. If she could get them away from each other, maybe her marriage to Fitz had a fighting chance. She could tell Olivia was upset with Fitz, though she did her best not to show it. This 'embarrassment' may have been just what she needed to pry them apart.

And she could get them away from one another, Mellie might be able to be honest with Fitz and give him his answer to "Why?"

"Since you seem to be aware of where your situation is headed, I see it best if I go. I'll tell Cyrus on my way out" said Olivia.

She turned on her heels and started towards the door as Fitz stood up. He couldn't explain what just happened with his wife to his mistress in front of them both. He realized now was not a good time to explain and let her walk out the door without uttering another word.

An awkward silence filled the room. All that pent up anger and sexual tension had been released and now neither of the parties knew what to say to the other.

Mellie stood up and patted her hair down and Fitz followed her stride to the door.

"I'm going" she paused to take a breath "to bed." She mumbled with a hand resting on the door knob.

"Yeah, right behind you. I just gonna make sure this is.."

"Right, right." she nodded to him.

"I'll see you upstairs." he said.

Mellie nodded her head again and turned and strut right out the door, closing it gently behind her.

Fitz looked at the table. His glass of scotch had been knocked over and spilled onto the table and carpet. He didn't bother touching it. He grabbed another glass, filled it, and sat down. He drank, trying to figure out if the feelings he was starting to develop for his wife again were going to continue or crumble like the rest of their marriage.