A/N: Hello everyone! Apologies for the late update, but school has been hectic this month, and I just haven't really had time. Anyway, I wrote this after watching 6x11, Trojan Horse, and it's just a very short oneshot about Liv's feelings during the last scene in the episode. I wouldn't say that this includes that much smut, per se; I mean, it's clear what Liv and Fitz are doing, but I think I'm going to put off writing actual descriptive smut for the moment. Please R&R, as it's much appreciated! Also, for those who wanted me to do an alternative ending to past episodes, I'm currently rewatching, so those will come soon :)
Olivia storms into the Residence, furiously whirling towards Fitz. "I told you to leave my father alone, I told you!" She can hear the hysteria in her voice, and tries to slip back into her 'Olivia Pope' armor as she continues, even though she knows that Fitz can see right through her shield. "And for some reason, you find it very hard to believe that if I had to choose between you and him, you will lose!"
She couldn't believe that he had done this, after she'd expressly told him not to. However, her glare falters slightly when Fitz grabs the remote and switches on the TV. "You want to stop yelling at me?" he asks, and Olivia turns to see what the screen is displaying.
For a moment, her breathing stops. Her father. Safe. Not rotting away in some cold jail cell. A gasp of relief whooshes out of her mouth, and she feels slightly ashamed of her previous fury. She's dimly aware of Fitz saying something: "-now we can take focus on taking down Peus together."
Peus. The name brings back all her turmoil, and she tries to hide her flinch as she remembers walking into that room and seeing Mellie covered in blood, and the body of Elizabeth North prone on the floor. How that had brought back a surge of memories as she remembers killing Nichols, smashing that chair over and over again into his head, feeling his skull cave and flecks of blood and brain splatter her face.
God, she just wants to forget, so Olivia walks over and joins Fitz on the sofa and looks into his concerned, genuine eyes. Her mind flashes back to their hug in the hospital, their hug in the Oval just a few days ago. Trying to smother her conflicting emotions, she leans forward and takes the initiative, something rare for her, and draws him close to her, pressing her lips to his.
She feels him stiffen with surprise, but not resistance. After a while, his hand cautiously slides up to touch her face, and his lips part slightly, helping her, allowing her to kiss him. As they kiss slowly, tenderly, Olivia closes her eyes, feeling the sting of tears behind them.
God, she had missed him, had missed the way that he could make her feel safe, at home, with just one touch. She'd been trying too hard over the past few months, and after she'd imagined the alternative scenario in her head, she'd realized that it wasn't about the Oval. The Oval was never going to make her happy-Fitz would.
He was solid and reassuring under her tentative hands as they wound their way on his back. She stands, and leads him into the bedroom, and they collapse on the bed, his hands fumbling with her suit. She strips off his suit and loosens his tie, throwing them carelessly over a chair.
He manages to get her clothes off as well, and then they're pressed so close together that Olivia can't tell where they merge. "Missed you," she whispers into his neck, needing a respite from being strong and confident after so many months of hiding her turmoil in order to do the best for Mellie and the campaign.
His hands slide to her bra, unclipping them with the ease of having done so dozens of times before. Olivia moans as he enters her, and then is lost to the rush of ecstasy that follows. He knows her body, knows it like he knows his own, so he can tell just when to do what, and she feels loved and safe as his hands gently slide along her skin. "Mmm, more," she whispers into his chest as he works his magic on her, something that she'd been deprived of for quite a while.
He complies, and after several rounds, they're both spent, and she places her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart that takes her away from all her worries. Olivia stares at the ceiling, and wonders if she can say it. If it's not too soon.
She flashes back to her imagined reality, of her handing Fitz the folder with images of the house, and she decides that she can. "I love you," she whispers in the dark, and for a moment, wonders what she will do if he doesn't say it back, but then she hears, "I love you too," in his quiet baritone, and she leans up to kiss him again, feeling more grounded than she had in a very long time.
