Author's Note: Happy SCANDAL-ous Thursday, everyone! Our Kerry got a Golden Globe nomination! And a SAG one, too! Fuck, yes! I hope she wins them because she deserves it all. Whoo, boy… so I totally went there with Shattering last week and folks are quite mad at me right now. Mm-hm. I pulled the CMW2 version of #whoshotFitz and made everyone (including myself) cry and rage and reopen those canon wounds because I'm evil and masochistic and just mean sometimes. Spoiler Alert: Fitz will be A-OK! I repeat, Fitz will be A-OK (I could never kill off my favorite k'nuckleheaded FAPOTUS) but in order to smooth things over a bit here and on Tumblr and to fulfill my Muses' demands for hot spice and lemon in the wake of the sub-zero temperatures in my area , here's some more Loose and Olitz awesomeness with chunks of plot within it for flavor.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"Big weekend, huh?"

The question was quite rhetorical so Olivia continued to wait patiently at the deli counter. Words weren't necessary. Anyone looking in her WalMart cart would know what she was planning to do with her free time. She had picked up two new sets of undergarments, one red and one black and white, lacy and sheer in strategic places. There were bottles of body wash, massage oil, and her favorite lotion. A set of lavender and vanilla candles rested next to them, as well as two bottles of red wine. She had gathered the materials needed to make a traditional lasagna dinner and was waiting for the sharp cheddar and turkey so they could cook breakfast together.

And if one was still confused, the large box of condoms next to the cartons of eggs said it all.

"So, you're just going to ignore me, Olivia?", Edison Davis pressed, making her sigh and look at him over her square frames.

"Given how civil and warm our last conversation was, are you really surprised that I would hesitate to talk to you, now?", she replied while heading back towards the Home Decor section.

If this was going to go the way she thought it was, she didn't want to give the whole front of the store a show.

The breakup between her and Edison had been a forgone conclusion after the first week of them getting together but Olivia had been determined to give him his 'chance'. He was the first person of the opposite sex to want her for her or so she thought at the time. In reality, he had wanted her 'potential'. She was pretty but 'didn't really put the effort she should into it'. She was smart but 'could be a little softer. Not that there was anything wrong with being intelligent but she could be off-putting.' Her introverted nature had become 'an excuse to keep him at arm's length' and 'determining how she felt was like pulling teeth'. Yet, when she tried to tell him, he wouldn't listen at all or he'd immediately go on the defensive, prompting an argument on his part and her withdrawing, unable and unwilling to try to reason with him. Still, when she had finally ended it that summer, he had been shocked, aghast even.

He had been expecting her to change who she was fundamentally to keep him and while Olivia knew that for a relationship to thrive, compromise was needed, it was supposed to be give and take between good people. Edison wasn't giving and she wasn't taking so it had to end before the both of them got hurt further. He was a good person. She was a good person. Together, they were just a big, incompatible mess. Ending it had been the best decision she had made regarding him. Actually, the best decision would've been listening to her Gut and not attaching herself to him in the first place but some lessons had to be learned the hard way…

"…You'll never find someone else like me, Olivia! You won't do any better!"

Logically, she knew that Edison was wrong and right. She wouldn't find someone like him because she would be actively avoiding them, hence her current actions with Jake Ballard. He was wrong because there were over 6 billion people on the planet and she knew that eventually, she would find a person who really wanted her for her. She would just have to find them or rather, let them find her. The blow that Edison's parting words had given to her self esteem had her deciding on the latter option while throwing herself deeper into her schoolwork. She had cultivated her friendships and had fallen into a comfortable groove with her unattached status,taking an 'it'll happen when it'll happen' stance on gaining a new companion.

And it had paid off in spades.

"I deserve that. I was hurt and I said some fucked up shit to try to hurt you, too."

"You did hurt me but it's okay. Being with you was a teachable moment for me."

"I heard that you and Fitz Grant were an item. I wasn't sure if it was true but I am now. I'm happy for you, Olivia."

"Edison, it's been a little over 2 years since we dated but I can still tell when you're being less than honest. Like a lot of people, you're not happy that I'm with Fitz at all. What's your reason? Mainly it's 'he can do better' but there's been some murmurings of the Guess Who's Coming To Dinner and Holes, type, too."

"Holes?"

"It's a very good children's book by Louis Sachar and one of the subplots was between a white woman and the black man she fell in love with in a time where interracial love was seen as a complete abomination. Is that how you feel?"

"What? No! Olivia, it's 2013…"

"And? That means nothing. Prejudice doesn't have an expiration date nor does diversity."

"That's not why I have a problem with you and Grant being together."

"So, you do have a problem with it?"

"Yes, but not for the reasons you might think."

"I'll be the judge of that. Let's hear it."

Edison stared at her with the look of incredulous exasperation that had been common in the final weeks of their relationship and like before, she just looked at him neutrally. His eyes went over her form and she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at the flash of desire that went over his features. She had on a red and black polka dotted top, dark gray slacks and a pair of white flats to match the cardigan she had put on to stave off the breeze. Abby had dragged her to the mall a few days before, wanting to get her some 'grown up' clothes and to ditch some of her close but no cigar looks. Olivia had to admit that the trip had been a good investment and the new look prompted people to take her even more seriously when she had to get things done for work or school...

"Edison, I have perishables that I need to pay for…"

"Olivia, how do you know that he won't hurt you? Look at how his father acted with his mother and all those other women! And he just got out of an engagement. He's on the rebound and I don't want to see you get burned by him. Just because he acts decent doesn't mean he is and…"

"Stop. Talking. Just shut up right now.", she demanded darkly.

"You asked for my opinion!"

"I did but that doesn't mean that I'm going to listen to you wax poetic about how I'm being manipulated by the big bad senator's son when it's not like that at all. One of the main reasons why we broke up is because you saw me as this sheltered, socially inept damsel that needed a big, strong man on his trusty steed to rescue her. I'm not. And you know nothing about who Fitz is or what we're about. He is not his father and I am not a rebound to him. I don't know how long we'll last but I do know that my relationship with Fitz is real and if he hurts me, if he leaves me like everyone's so insistent that he will, then I won't regret my time with him."

"You're setting yourself up for a big fall, Olivia. I hope you realize that…"

"And if I am, I certainly don't expect you or anyone else to pick me up and piece me back together. Good-bye, Edison. Have a good life.", she cut off bluntly, taking her leave.

Just like the last time she said those words, she didn't look back but unlike the last time, Edison didn't have a parting shot for her.

Good.

He came after her slowly, his eyes heavily lidded and cobalt as she moved up the bed, her oil slicked hands running over her bare torso. The massage oil had been an impulse grab, a default item in her 'gettin' it kit', as Harrison had proudly dubbed her haul earlier. But, once the idea of giving a massage, of getting intimately slow and tender with the acres of lean muscle on her man's body settled fully into her brain, Olivia had decided to do it right. The time spent waiting for the lasagna to bake had been watching tutorials and referencing anatomy charts on the internet. She wanted it to be sensual yet healing and she definitely didn't want to hurt him.

Nothing would kill the mood faster than a pinched nerve.

After much deliberation, she had gone with the black and white set of undergarments and the look on his face when he saw her set her ablaze like the candles burning on the nightstands. Fitz was an open book with his emotions, easily read and understood. She had seen surprise, anticipation, and a very calm, near feral arousal. Once he was in reach, she had pulled him down to her and took the lead in undressing him, unwrapping and caressing him before urging him onto his stomach. The warmed oil had been uncapped and carefully poured on the center of his spine, her palms keeping it from running off onto the bedding.

The deep, guttural sound of relief at her initial touches, resulting in a massive knot near his tailbone to yield had her removing her bra. The warm tipsiness she had from the wine didn't compare to the feeling of him giving himself over to her, trusting her to tend to him while promising to do the same for her. The flames in her body were fanned as she did his front, his nude body moving with sensual need and want for her. Fitz's moans were constant and he stroked whatever skin he could reach, her hair, guiding her, praising her, urging her on…

"Raise your hips for me, sweetheart…it's my turn, now…"

Obliging him with a soft moan, Olivia shivered as the panties slid off, the damp fabric discarded carelessly towards their piled up clothing. His hands went into her hair, removing the pins and sending the freshly washed and fragrant mass to her shoulders. When she made to sit up fully, Fitz pushed her back with gentle force and she moaned as he brought her hands up to her headboard. She grabbed onto it and looked up at him with soft submission, silently urging him to touch her, to take the lead. She wanted him. God, she wanted him so much…

A breathless cry escaped her as the tip of his tongue touched her aching, dripping sex and he moaned against her, licking deep and slow into her.

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Her flavor was absolutely enchanting, sweet and tangy, addicting to every sense he had. Olivia had put so much effort into their evening, so much care and warmth. She was serious about them. She had to be and the knowledge of that became his motivation. Fitz was going to make her feel like a goddess, like she was the only woman in the world…

Still devouring her, he grabbed the bottle of massage oil and she arched like a bow as he cupped her breasts, her hips grinding hard against his face. His slick hands ran over her thoroughly, gripping and squeezing tenderly as she quivered underneath him, her moans taking a sobbing tinge as her thighs tensed around him.

A surge of liquid heat gushed out of her and she screamed hard as she came, her hands moving away from the headboard and into his hair. Fitz groaned huskily and drank deeply, kissing and sucking as much of her as he could until she started to squirm away from him.

"…oh, god…too much…Fitz, please…come up here…come here…"

Heart pounding in his ears, he obeyed her and she hugged him to her, kissing him deeply. She was practically climbing him and Fitz held onto her, entering her pulsing channel with tender urgency. Her bent and spread legs wrapped around his waist and their lips parted with a loud pop, his face dropping into the space between her neck and shoulder. Both of them were moaning and she tugged at his earlobe with her teeth, cooing her contentment as he started to move inside her. His whole body was warm and loose, drunk from pleasure and from her open desire, her open tenderness.

"…you feel so good…you fill me like you were made for me…made for each other…god, baby…take me, Fitz…love me…love me, Fitz…"

He already did.

God help him but he already did.

It was fast and they were young and it was such a huge risk but…

"…yes, baby…god, yes!"

"Olivia!"