A/N - Guest – Thanks for the feedback! There will be times where either one of them is vulnerable, but I will definitely try to maintain their dynamic. I was so nervous to post this fic. I've been holding onto it for a few months. LoreneMichelle41 – Glad you are enjoying it! Lots of twists and turns ahead. BeckyPo – Thanks for your comments! Keep reading, more things will be revealed.

Chapter 4 – Excursions

Olivia dialed Cyrus's number as she strode towards the car. "Cyrus, I need to speak to the President as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry Olivia, he's just about to board Air Force One."

"Where is he headed?"

"Maine," Cyrus said.

"Shit. When is he coming back?"

"He'll be back for the gala."

Olivia didn't say anything at first and then made a quick decision. "Can you get me on that plane?"

"Where are you?"

Olivia explained her location and then Cyrus told her to drive about a half mile from where she is and wait.

She slid into the car and drove to the meeting spot and turned it off.

"This car is my baby. You do not go faster than the speed limit. You do not eat in it. You do not get one scratch on it. Do I make myself clear?"

Quinn thought she was going to throw up, but nodded her head vigorously. Olivia handed her the keys and then got out of the car just as the helicopter descended and then landed in the field.

As she ran towards it, someone jumped out to help her get in and Quinn watched it take off.

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Olivia ran up the steps of Air Force One and stepped inside. She had never been on it before and was astounded by the layout. When the President spotted her, he approached.

He laughed as she glared. "What's so funny?"

He pulled a few pieces of grass out of her hair as Olivia stood there mortified. When his hand retracted, she tried to smooth down her hair and then the President pushed it out of her eyes and let his hand linger.

She realizes she is holding her breath and then nervously stepped past him. "Where do I sit?"

"Anywhere you want."

She picked a seat and settled in. To her embarrassment, the President sat right next to her.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Fitz asked curiously. Seeing Olivia was an unexpected but very pleasant surprise.

"I would rather talk to you in private."

He grinned. "That can be arranged."

At the sound of his tone, she realizes he's flirting and meets his gaze. "Mr. President," she said under her breath.

"Fitz."

She ignored him.

"Do I make you nervous, Ms. Pope?"

She peruses the area to make sure that no one is paying attention.

"It takes more than a flirting President to unnerve me."

They had leveled off, so the President took off his seatbelt and stood. "Come with me," he said holding out his hand.

She removed her seatbelt and allowed him to help her and then he led her towards the nose of the plane. The area is closed off, but he meets the agent's gaze and said, "No one gets past here. Ms. Pope needs to tell me something very confidential."

The agent nodded as they continued down the hallway and the president pulled back the curtain. She realizes it is his sleeping quarters.

"Really?" she said raising her eyebrows.

He laughed and gently pushed her inside.

"Sit down, please."

She sat on the bed and gave him her attention.

"I would have taken you to my office, but it's being used right now," he explained.

He sat next to her, astounded that this beautiful woman is sitting on his bed.

"So, what did you need to tell me?"

She suddenly felt like she had lost her nerve.

"Wow, that bad?"

She cleared her throat and said, "I found out some more information about Billy and your wife."

He nodded. Olivia told him her theory about Billy and waited for him to respond.

The President is surprised and can also tell that she is still holding something back.

"What else?"

"It's Mellie."

The President didn't even blink. "What did she do?"

"I think she might be pregnant."

"What!"

The President stood and moved away from her. An agent knocked on the door and peeked inside.

"Is everything all right, Mr. President?"

"Yes. It's fine."

He closed the door and the President returned to his seat on the bed.

"Are you sure?"

"No, but it does make sense."

He stared at her blankly. "How so?"

"I believe she got pregnant on purpose. It was her ace in the hole. You threaten to leave her, then maybe in the middle of an interview, she just lets it slip that she's pregnant. That's big news any day of the week and it's career-ending news if you leave her."

Fitz ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the floor. He had been played.

"Mr. President, is there any chance the baby is yours?"

"Wow, you went all formal on me."

She maintained her composure. "Answer the question."

Fitz smirked. "No."

"Did you have any idea that your wife was cheating on you?"

"Do I need to call a lawyer?"

"I don't know, do you?"

He stared at her intently, noticing that her eyes seemed to get darker when she was in attack mode and she spoke more deliberately. "No, I didn't know. We don't interact a lot."

Neither said a word for a few minutes and then she rose to her feet.

"Maybe I should leave you alone."

"No," he said grabbing her arm.

She allowed him to pull her back down.

"Just sit with me for a few minutes."

Things were still for a minute and then Fitz inched his way towards her. She turned to look at him as hovered dangerously closer to smell her hair. She sucked in a breath as his face barely touched hers as he reached his goal. The soft touch of his skin made Olivia shiver and then he switched to do the same against her other side. Touching her and being in her space is driving him mad. Since she isn't pulling away, he retreated to gaze into her beautiful brown eyes and then slowly lowered his head again.

She is gripping the covers so she wouldn't reach up and touch him. He is so close to her now that she can feel his breath on her lips. And just as he had decided that he wants to taste her, there was a knock on the door.

He jerked backward, watching her lick her lips and try to calm her breathing.

"Yes."

"Mr. President, you have an important call."

He reached up and ran his hand over her cheek and then stood without saying a word and walked out.

She took a minute to compose herself and then returned to her seat. Her nerves are shot as she fastened her seat belt. She couldn't believe that she had almost made out with the President of the United States.

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Fitz came back to his seat to prepare for landing. Olivia's eyes were closed as he settled down next to her and he can't help but love how beautiful she looks when she is so relaxed.

They hit a spot of turbulence and she jumped and grabbed his arm.

"You might want to loosen that grip. I don't think it would be good press if you maimed me."

She smirked and moved her hand away. "Sorry."

"I actually like it when you touch me."

She gave him a look.

"What?"

Grinning, she turned away because she didn't know how to respond.

"I've never known you to be so quiet, Ms. Pope," he said gently running a finger on the side of her hand.

She couldn't believe he was being so forward.

"Are you trying to get us in trouble?"

He smiled. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"For someone who has seemed to have lost all of his senses, you shouldn't be questioning mine."

She felt the plane touchdown and glanced at him with relief.

"Where are we going now?"

"Shopping."

She looked at him like he was crazy.

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They got off the plane and she hung back as the President was greeted by local politicians and some constituents. An agent led her over to a limo and she slid inside. A few minutes later, the President joined her.

"So, what do you mean we're going shopping?"

He smiled. "Well, I don't see that you brought any luggage with you."

She blushed as she considered that he wanted to go clothes shopping with her.

"And how exactly does the President go shopping?"

"You'll see."

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The car pulled in front of a store. They got out and the door immediately swung open and they were greeted by the owner.

"Good evening, Mr. President," a woman said eagerly shaking his hand.

"My assistant needs some clothes for the next few days. Can you help us?"

She shook her head and eyed Olivia before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the back.

The President sat and waited for Olivia to try on a few things.

"Are you going to let me see you?"

She peeked her head out and said, "Hell no."

He laughed.

She tried on several suits and then settled on two before selecting two blouses, underwear, and scarves. It wasn't high end, but she'd make the best of it.

She paid for the items as the President looked over her shoulder.

"That was the quickest shopping spree I've ever been on," Fitz said.

"Do you usually make a habit of taking random women shopping?"

"Are we off the record?"

She smiled.

"Where are we going next?" she asked curiously.

"You'll see."

He gave her a wink and then they headed to the limo.