hey yall, sorry for taking forever, I had midterms and then was out of town for spring break. Here's some more lovey dovey stuff. I hope you like. p.s. Jake has got to go! I can't believe I'm saying this but I liked Edison better as a love interest than this shady bastard, haha.

"Think fast!" But before Olivia could respond, a blue foam stress ball came flying and hit her in the collar-bone. She looked up and scowled at Fitz who is now leaning back in his chair laughing.

"You need to work on your reflexes," he said as his laugh dwindled. Cyrus failed to hold back his own laugh and Olivia glared at him. That's when Mellie chimed in.

"You need to be careful how you treat your staff, Fitzgerald, or you could scare them off," she said lightheartedly, "but he does have a point, Liv." She giggled. Olivia finally rolled her eyes and allowed her lips to curl into a smile. She reached down to pick up the stress ball, holding it up.

"I, will be holding onto this," she announced matter of factly.

While there was a wild buzz in the rented out space at the Nashville campaign office, the four of them sat peacefully in a small office off of the main room. It was clear that Fitz would sweep Super Tuesday, which was tomorrow, having a clear 10+point lead over Sally Langston and the other candidates, and it was damn near certain he would be getting the official nomination later in the year. But trying not to get ahead of themselves and possibly jinx it, they lightly discussed upcoming campaign stops in Virginia and Texas. The TV in the corner of the room was turned on to fox news for background noise. As late afternoon approached, Cyrus sent all the staff and volunteers home with a congrats and a thank you for their hard work. The four continued with casual work to get ahead of schedule and finally made their way back to the hotel around 8pm.

"I'm starving, who wants to grab some dinner?" Fitz asked as they entered the lobby. Mellie didn't wait a beat before responding.

"I'm not hungry. Besides, I have to do a phone interview with some Los Angeles newspaper that I nearly forgot about. And then I'm going to call it a night, I feel like I haven't slept in days, and I need my beauty sleep, especially for tomorrow since I'm sure they will be taking lots of victory pictures of us. Goodnight." She pranced off towards the elevators. Olivia smiled faintly at Mellie being Mellie.

"Okay then, goodnight," Fitz sounded almost relieved. Cyrus and Olivia both agreed to eat with him and they chose the smaller, less crowded of the two restaurants in the hotel to go to. With only four tables occupied, the hostess seated the three of them at a table near the back. The waiter came shortly and took their drink orders and then brought back the wine they ordered and a basket of bread. As they were looking over their menus, Cyrus' phone buzzed. He read the text message and looked up.

"Well, looks like I won't be able to eat after all, I've got to go sort some shit out," he huffed, "I'll pay you back for the wine. Goodnight." And then he was out the door. Olivia restrained a smile and looked at Fitz.

"Literally, why doesn't he just tell us?" she chuckled. Fitz let out a laugh himself and quieted.

"Why don't we tell him?"

"Fitz. That is not the same and you know it. Anyway, I should probably head up to my room." Fitz raised his eyebrows and then lowered them into a frown.

"You can't ditch me now. I'll be all alone in here, and I am not you Ms. Pope, I am not comfortable eating in restaurants alone." She let out a sigh.

"Fine"

Olivia ordered a salad and Fitz got salmon. There was only one other couple still there by the time the food came out and the servers were cleaning up since the restaurant closed in 20 minutes.

"Tell me about your family; you haven't told me anything other than that you grew up in Potomac, and Cyrus won't tell me anything either even though I know you two have been close for years. Spill." Olivia knew this was coming eventually, hoping they could side step this bit because she hates talking about her family and growing up. Her heart began beating faster. That's always the hard part, figuring out how to satisfy the person with an answer without unloading all the baggage full of crap and skeletons-which is reserved for next to no one. Cyrus might actually be the only person who knows everything...

"Liv?" She is snapped out of her thoughts.

"Um, okay, I'll tell you some if I get to ask you something too."

"Of course, you can ask me anything," he said with a shy smile. He could tell she wasn't comfortable with this topic, but then again neither was he, which sent nerves through his system. Hopefully she wouldn't ask about his parents..

"I'm an only child, my parents had me later in life because they were busy with their careers. She was a surgeon, he was a lawyer. They were both very successful, hence growing up in Potomac. I never wanted for anything, I went to private school, and then Yale, where I met Cy-he taught one of my pre-law classes, which he hated teaching," she let it out really fast in one long breath.

"Was... are your parents-"

"Dead? Yeah. Okay now my question," she really didn't want to say anymore, "why don't you ever talk about your time in the Navy? It was a huge part of you life and you're well decorated. I would expect you to have more pride and use it to your advantage." He was still trying to take in the information she had shared and wishing he could know more, but he wouldn't pry, not now at least, and a deal's a deal. At least she didn't ask about his dad, not that this question is any better, but it is easier to walk around. He sighed.

"You're right, it was a huge part of my life. I remember the day I got my acceptance letter to the Naval Academy, my parents and I, we were all so proud. When I graduated, I did a year of active duty then went to Harvard Law, which the Navy paid for in exchange for 9 extra years of service. I spent 14 years in the Navy, 18 if you count the Academy. The thing is, during school, during war, you become so close with the other guys, we would literally do anything for each other, it doesn't matter that I haven't seen some of them in over 10 years, if they reached out to me for any reason, I would be there, no questions asked. It is a kind of bond that I don't really know how to explain, maybe like a sibling? But I don't have any so I can't say for sure. Anyway, I wouldn't say I enjoyed being a Naval officer, a pilot. I hated it actually, every fucking minute-you can keep that to yourself. The only things I liked were my buddies and the rare moment of flying carefree with nothing on my mind but the sky. The military does things to you, brainwashes you almost, and that's okay, it's necessary. But war, that does things to you too, things that are not okay. And I don't like talking about it because I don't like to lie, if you haven't noticed. People want me to talk about my heroics, how the Navy was a great part of my life, et cetera et cetera. And I can't without lying, because the people do not want to hear the truth, not from me at least."

Olivia listened intently, taking it all in. Wow. She decided that she respects him all the more for being honest, but couldn't help but wonder what he went through that was so bad that caused him to basically disregard almost 20 years of service. She wouldn't pry, she knows war can be a touchy subject with veterans, maybe another time.

It was silent between them as they stared into each other's eyes not quite knowing what to say about each others revelations, or lack of revelations rather. The waiter cleared the plates and left the bill. No dessert was offered since the kitchen was already closed. Fitz signed his name and room number on the receipt and they both stood up.

"Do I get another question?" Olivia asked as they started walking out of the restaurant.

"Do I?" He looked at her profile. She turned to look at him and turned back to face forward,

"Not tonight." He looked at her still, then faced forward himself.

"Not tonight," he said as he pressed the up arrow for the elevator.

For the first time, Olivia felt somewhat deserving of Fitz. He had dark things in his life too; maybe she would be able to open up to him. But only if he opened up first. She started to think about Edison. She spent 6 years with the guy and never even told him why she wanted to become a lawyer. She knew everything about him though, every little detail of his nearly perfect life. That was why she broke up with him eventually, she knew he couldn't relate to her or love her, not really.

They stayed silent, swimming in their own thoughts as Fitz walked her down the hall to her room. She stuck the key card in the door then walked in, turning to look at him. She grinned slightly,

"Would you like to come in Mr. Grant?" She asked thoughtfully. He smiled and his eyes closed for a second in relief.

"I would love to Ms. Pope," he said as he entered her room. She made no delay in undressing and putting on her pajamas and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Fitz watched with a smile plastered to his face at the domesticity of it all, removing his shoes, tie and dress shirt in the process. He pulled the comforter off the bed and flopped down in his undershirt and slacks, propping up a few pillows behind him and started flipping through the channels on the tv. After going through every channel at least twice, he settled on History channel, there was a Pawn Stars marathon going on. Olivia reemerged from the bathroom and crawled up on the bed, curling up into his side. He put his arm around her and began stroking her back.

"Do you like this show?" He asked.

"Never seen it. I don't watch tv, you know this."

"What? You've never seen Pawn Stars?! It is so addicting. Almost as addicting as you," he pulled her in tighter to his side and kissed her temple. Olivia hugged him around his middle, nuzzling into his chest, relishing the level of comfort she felt. She knew she was in dangerous territory, she was getting too invested, a siren was going off in her head telling her to back away now, and she knew she was going to get hurt. But right now at this moment, she pushed that aside, she'd figure it out later, cause tonight she needs him, she needs the way he makes her feel. She raised her head and kissed his neck and then planted a string of kisses along his jaw.

"Thank you," she whispered. He turned to capture her lips in a soft kiss.

"For what?" He asked in genuine curiosity. She stilled for a second before responding.

"Just...nothing...for being you," is all she could muster without spilling her guts, which she would never do she decided. He studied her and he had a feeling that he was in a place not many men had been in Olivia Pope's life. A part of him broke because he knew how special that was but he also knew that he couldn't give her what she deserved, as much as he wanted to. He pushed his thoughts away and smiled wide at her.

"You are welcome, lady. In fact, I should be thanking you too, for being you. But I have a better way of saying it." His eyes glimmered as he grinned at her, flipping her over on her back. He rested on top of her while she giggled. He licked along the hollow of her throat up to her ear. Her giggles faded away. He claimed her lips again, still gentle but with more force and his tongue made its way in as she let out a sigh. Their tongues stroked each other with purpose, while he allowed one of his hands glide from her knee all the way up to her breast. She moaned quietly and nibbled on his lip. He moved his lips down her chin, neck, chest and stomach as he retreated down her body. He scooted up her top so he could dip his tongue in her belly button, which made her squirm and him smile. He pulled down her pants and underwear in one slow movement, discarding them at the foot of the bed. He grabbed a foot and started massaging it, she moaned.

"Like that?" He said with a wild smile on his face and looked at her. Her eyes were closed.

"mmm, yeah." He continued and began kissing the inside of her ankle moving upwards. His massaging moved up to her calf with his kisses. He then lifted her leg up and licked behind her knee, adding a few kisses and nibbles before releasing her leg back down. He did the same thing to her other leg, enjoying her sounds of pleasure. This time, when he finished, he kissed and licked his way up her inner thighs. She knew what was coming, and she was so ready for it. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, spreading them wider. Then he took one long lick up her sopping sex, fluttering over her clit. She gasped and flew her head back and with a growl he continued. He plunged his tongue in and out of her before moving back up to her clit and began sucking and licking slow, then hard. Her back arched she wiggled, Fitz grasped her hips to hold her still while he got back to work.

"Fitz" Olivia pleaded as she reached to grab his hair and tug him closer if possible.

"I know, baby," he blew on her clit then sunk two fingers into her curling them and stroking. He reclaimed her clit in his mouth as he thrust is fingers in and out. She could feel the orgasm building fast and was completely overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Oh my god," Olivia's grip on Fitz's hair tightened almost painfully. With another growl, he increased his movements knowing she was close. And then after a few moments she came hard, yelling his name. He removed his fingers and held onto her hips snug and lapped at her until her climax dwindled. He kissed his way back up her body then greedily kissing her mouth; she could taste herself on his tongue. He sat back and removed his undershirt and she reached for his belt, noticing his straining erection through his pants. He was unbuckled and unzipped when his cell phone went off. They paused for a second.

"Ignore it," he said as he started to pull down his pants. But of course Olivia didn't ignore it, and she reached to the nightstand to grab his phone to see who was calling. She gasped as she read the name. 'little Jerry Grant'. Fitz had freed himself from his pants and underwear and was ready to go when he saw Olivia's face. He looked at her questioningly. She turned the phone to show him.

"It's your son," she said in a very 'Olivia Pope' tone.

"Shit. What's he calling for at 11pm. Fuck." He grabbed the phone and answered it fearing an emergency.

"Jerry, is everything okay, why are you calling so late?" He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, while Olivia reached for her pajama bottoms putting them back on along with her panties. She then moved over and began scratching his back.

"Why did you wait til the night before?" Fitz sounded a little upset, "You should've started this last week." Okay so it isn't an emergency, that's good. He sighs loudly, "yes, of course I'll help you. Can I call you back in 10 minutes?" ... "Okay, and son, you're lucky that I'm not busy, or sleeping. You need to learn to not procrastinate." He hangs up his phone and stands up retrieving his clothes.

"Everything okay?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, except he waited until the night before to start an English paper," he frowned, "on a book he didn't even read. And he calls me for help because he knows it is one of my favorite books and that I can never refuse service to my kids. There's no telling how long this will take." He shakes his head as he finishes getting dressed. Olivia just smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing.. You're a really great dad." He finished tying his shoes and looked up at her and smiled, letting out a small laugh.

"Well you make sure to tell that to both my children next time you see them." He gathered his tie and wallet as Olivia made her way over to him. She hugged him around his middle, he hugged her back and leaned down to kiss her.

"Damn, Jerry, perfect timing son." Olivia giggled and he kissed her again before pulling away. They walked to the door and he stepped out.

"What's the book?" She asked him. He turned back and smiled.

"The Great Gatsby," He winked and walked away.