A/N: Sorry for delay in posting, alot has been going on and I will be very busy for the next couple of weeks so just a heads up! I'm so glad you guys are really liking this one. I was so reluctant to keep it going but it seems to be a favorite! I appreciate all the support for my crappy writing and will do my best to get updates up ASAP! 3

"Fitz, you have to go." Olivia did her best to be serious but it was difficult when Fitz was nibbling on her ear.

"Nope. Three whole weeks. Three weeks." She didn't need a reminder. It had been three weeks and two days to be exact. It was so difficult to stay strong. Seeing him everyday on the trail and not being able to even look in his direction unless warranted? This task made the Bar seem like a spelling test. They were surviving off of stolen 'one minutes' in conference rooms, secret hand holding in the back of the bus and midnight pillow talk. It was enough to get by, but they were people of deep desires that required complete contact to be satisfied.

"Someone could hear us!" She giggled as he pressed her aching body against the wall. Someone made the mistake of placing their rooms right next to each other. Their rooms had the connecting doors which made avoiding contact tonight basically impossible.

"I hope they do." He said before hungrily capturing her lips. Olivia was nearly there just from the feeling of his lips on hers. She didn't realize just how long three weeks was until this moment. It should frighten her how desperate she always was for his touch, but it simply elated her. It made her feel alive, needing someone this bad. She was so lost in the pleasure of him, she didn't even realize their clothes had met the floor.

"I. Need. You." She panted as he lifted her by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She plunged her hands into his boxers, grabbing onto his length and stroking gently. She smiled: the knowledge that she was able to bring him to complete disarray made her feel powerful. Knowing she was the cause of his moans of pleasure and desire made her feel immaculate.

"Shit, Liv." They were both at the precipice, so ready for each other that it hurt. He turned them around so her back was against the wall, and she bit his lip to let him know she was ready. As she slid his boxers off his hips a loud knock came to her door. They froze instantly praying it was a figment of their imagination. The knock came again, louder this time.

"Liv?" It was Cyrus. Fitz rested his head on her shoulder and groaned in frustration.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Sssh!" She released her constrictor grip on his hips and landed on the floor. She had to push Fitz away to get free. "Go back to your room." She whispered. "Coming, Cy!"

"I'm not leaving."

"Lower your voice!" She grabbed her robe out of the closet and covered herself quickly.

"Three weeks." She watched him, naked and vulnerable. Three weeks was eternity and she felt the pulsing need from deep within her to forget her duties and take this man.

"Closet. And be quiet!" She grabbed his hand and shoved him into the closet. "Not a sound." He pulled her by her waist and traced her lips with his tongue causing her to moan with delight.

"Now who needs to be quiet?" He said with a devious smile. She captured his nipples and twisted them taking satisfaction from his yelp of pain before shutting the door. She surveyed herself in the closet mirror: she looked ravaged with swollen lips and red marks from him sucking down her neck and shoulders. She was praying this was a quick visit. When she opened the door Cyrus stormed in.

"What was all that noise?" He asked her looking around the room. Olivia's eyes grew wide with terror as she noticed Fitz's clothes were still laying on the floor. She raced around her friend and kicked them under the desk before he could notice.

"The t.v. was up really loud." He watched her closely then decided to forget it. "Whats up, Cy? Is it something about James?"

"No, no. We're fine. Its just...its about Fitz." Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name.

"What about him?"

"I just...I'm worried about him. This sudden change in him. Its scaring me. I'm not saying its bad or anything its just...strange. As long as I have known him he has never been able to just let everything go. His father really fucked him up, and with Mellie it got even worse. He just went with the flow, his naivety and belief in the good in people being enough. And that was okay for being governor. But for president? A president has to be tough and unruly and full of passion and incapable of feeling remorse for the tough decisions.

"And now he has that fire in him. He is suddenly so involved and candid and caring about the campaign and everyone around him. Its great but I just don't know how long this will last." Olivia pulled her robe around her tighter. Cyrus had a twinkle in his eye, a glimmer of hope and pride. He loved Fitz like his own son and seeing him evolve pulled something out of him.

"His numbers are rising now that the divorce has settled in. This is a good thing! Its translating to the people."

"I know, I know. I just wish I knew why. He would never just divorce Mellie out of the blue. Twenty years of complacency and then suddenly he is just done? I know him too well to fall for that. I don't know who this Fitz is and it makes me uncomfortable. I have always known him so well and now he is a wildcard. I don't like it." Olivia heard a loud thud from the closet and her body tensed. She was going to kill him.

"Did you hear that?" Cy said looking around the room.

"Hear what?" She was trying to play coy but her heart was beating rapidly. Her little secret hidden in the closet was trying to escape. "You know, you shouldn't underestimate Fitz. Certain situations force the hidden qualities out of us and I think the pressure of becoming president has caused him to look at his life. This Fitz has always been there, maybe now he finally has a reason to bring him to the light."

"Maybe so. I don't know, I'm still so curious." The thud came again and she knew Fitz was messing with her. Cyrus was definitely right, this new rebellious side of Fitz was scary. Lord knows what he was capable of.

"Well, its late. Go get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

"Do you want me to call the concierge about that noise?"

"No! You go back to your room." She smiled as she pushed him towards the door. She kissed him goodnight and sent him on his way. The moment the door closed the closet opened and she was wrapped in strong arms. She pushed him away.

"Are you fucking insane? What are you thinking! Or are you just not thinking at all?" She slapped his back which only caused his grin to grow to a full blown smile.

"I couldn't help it!"

"You are out of your mind! Leave!" She turned her back to him and crossed her arms across her chest. She was actually mad at him and her mood was gone. He put them in danger of becoming exposed.

"Aww, Livie." He came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She could feel him still standing at attention which brought some of the fire back to her.
"You stood up for me." He whispered in her ear before capturing her lobe in his mouth.

"Did not."

"You did! You stood up for your man." She turned to face him.

"You are not my man."

"Oh? Then what am I?"

"I haven't decided yet. But right now, per usual, you are acting like a child." A sudden sadness came into his eyes.

"No one has ever defended me before." The sadness in his voice hit Olivia like a brick. "Do you agree with Cy? All the things he said about me?" His hands slid to the tie on her robe and pulled the bow until it came undone. She didn't stop him when he pushed the silky fabric from her moment his fingers touched her skin the hunger was back.

"Fitz, baby, don't you worry about Cyrus." She could see the doubt coming back to him. Since the night he took the nomination the doubt had gone away; he had been so sure of himself lately and the decisions he was making. The rejection of Jerry and Mellie made him strong, but to know that one of the people he trusted most doubted him? He held onto his low self-esteem like an addict and it wouldn't take much to for him to relapse.

"You are brilliant and strong and destined for this. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you of this if I have to. But for now—" She pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him not wasting anytime as she took what she had craved every moment for the past weeks inside. He sat up to hold her in his arms and she wrapped hers around his neck. They stayed like this for what felt like eternity, savoring the feeling of being together again. The slight discomfort of him filling her was a feeling she could never tire of; her slick walls feeling more like home to Fitz than any other tangible place.

"—but for now, just know I love you." She whispered with sincerity. He brushed his lips across hers gently as he began to rock her, steady and slow.

"I love you too, sweet baby."

The election was less than two months away and things were starting to look up for the Grant campaign. After the initial depression in Fitz's approval after the divorce announcement, they were starting to rise again. The Republican candidate was looking refreshed and young, his personality shining during events and rallies. The American people were starting to like him again, and for the first time, he was really starting to like himself. He was loving being with the people and took extra time to speak one on one with supporters even when he was on a tight schedule. He took his hardest hit with women, and he received many questions on his divorce at women's rallies. He was always kind and honest with them, and even if they had a preconceived negative view on the man, they always left with a better view. He had a real chance at winning this election and having the life he always wanted. He was having his cake and eating it too.

"Where are we today, Liv?" They were already on the road, their departure time this morning was 4:45. He had no clue where they were going most of the time; they would sometimes hit three different locations in a single day.

"North Carolina. We're starting to hit the bible belt so we need to go over your speech's again to make sure you don't offend supporters with your fairly liberal republicanism." He shot her a quick smile, her cheeks awakening with blush.

"This is going to be a tough spot for the campaign. Your numbers are still struggling down there. They aren't too found of your divorce proceedings."

"Do we really need to worry about it, though? The southern states won't vote for Reston. This is red state territory, I think we're pretty safe."

"Maybe so but family values are crucial down there. When I say you're hurting, I don't mean by a little. I mean you took a huge hit."

"How much we talking?" Cyrus pulled out the data.

"Grant down by ten, Reston gaining six."

"And this is across the board?"

"Just about give or take a few points."

"May I suggest something?" Olivia perked up. She finished her first cup of coffee and her mind was officially working. "We may need to bring in some reinforcements."

"Like who?" She shot a glance at Fitz and he instantly knew.

"You aren't serious." She shrugged.

"It would really help." Cyrus caught the gaze.

"Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?" He asked his favorite student, their minds still somewhat in sync.

"We need Mellie back."

"How could that help anything?" Fitz was growing irritated. The whole point of divorce and separation was being away from the significant other.

"The united front you guys created during the interview is a reason why you are rebounding. The mutual agreement that not going into this presidency with a bad marriage is great for the image. You guys working together on the campaign plants the right idea in the voters minds."

"Or it confuses them! I don't want people thinking we are getting back together."

"Let them think that if it gets them to the polls! They can cry about their broken hearts after we move onto 1600 Penn!" Cyrus added with sudden gusto. He was completely onboard. He always liked Mellie, her fire and political bluntness reminded him of himself. She was a political animal, but he was a political monster.

"I don't like it." Fitz crossed his arms like a child, causing Liv to roll her eyes. His childlike tendencies irritated her beyond explanation.

"With all due respect, governor, you already got your choice. You wanted a divorce and you got it. You no longer get to pick and choose with how this campaign works. Let me do my job and get you elected."

"Alright, fine. But only on the condition that there is no putting us together like a couple. This needs to be strictly professional."

"We can do that." Cyrus slammed his hand on the table marking the decision as unwritten law. He was ecstatic. "I'll call her!" He made his way to the front of the bus leaving the couple alone.

"Seriously, Liv? Bringing my soon to be ex-wife back as an asset?"

"I don't know why you are so upset."

"You don't want her here anymore than I do."

"Says who? I like Mellie."

"Bullshit."

"Besides Mellie being a great political asset, I need her here to keep me away from you."

"What?"

"I cannot concentrate on doing my job when you are so easily accessible! With Mellie here it gives me a better reason to remember my place."

"Your place is with me." He lowered his voice to a harsh whisper, doing his best to keep his anger from taking control.

"Until those papers are signed she is still your wife and you still belong to her. I have no claim to you whatsoever." He could see the sadness in her eyes at the realization of her statement.

"Livvie—"

"Alright, she will be at the stop by the time we arrive!" Cyrus came back stalling the conversation. He looked between the two, the tension evident. "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing." They said in sync. Cyrus took his place next to Olivia and made a few more calls. They remained silent. Fitz watched her but she refused to return his gaze. He could never understand this woman that he loved. One second, like last night, she would so outwardly profess her love and support for him the next she would reject him. This situation wasn't easy for either of them and the odds were clearly not in their favor, but Fitz was a man of faith. He believed in their love and future completely. Why couldn't she?