AN: They are not mine! This chapter is also not quite T. But neither is it M, so it's just gonna stay right here hanging out where it's all confused. I don't usually like to spoil my own chapters but below you will find mild Olitz sexy times. So if you don't like that kind of thing in your fic come back for chapter 9, though you will miss some Olitz honesty at the end of Chapter 8 that I think you will like. Also, this is more descriptive as opposed to explicit. I may do something more explicit with them later on but for right now I have no desire to put in all of that work if I can't get explicit with Fitz myself lol.

Chapter 7

His lips were desperate and all consuming from the moment they made contact with hers and she returned his enthusiasm with equal, if not more, intensity.

While their tongues touched, twisted, and wound, both pair of hands roamed curiously. And with senses swiftly overloading with everything about her, he released a deep groan that reverberated inside her mouth, letting her know that he had found something or felt something that he liked, perhaps both.

But too far gone to waste time figuring it out, she allowed herself to be pulled along with the current coursing through them before regretfully putting a halt to things. She pulled her lips away from his slowly and placed a light peck at his throat."So, I guess this wasn't a fluke, then."

There was an awe like quality to her voice as she remarked on the state of their connection.

"I never doubted it. Not once." His voice was certain while his hand stayed glued to her behind and his blue eyes locked with her brown ones.

Her body tingled under his touch and piercing gaze. And when her fingers grazing the nape of his neck ever so slightly made him shiver, she let them dance there for a moment in time before embedding them in his hair. Pleased with his response to her, the corners of her mouth lifted into a hesitant smile as she stood on the tips of her toes, better positioning herself to bring her lips to his for a gentle kiss.

Once she did, instincts were soon urging him to take control and deepen the embrace, but he tempered it. He relinquished the direction of the course taken entirely into her capable hands, determined to enjoy whatever the results might be. Content with that decision, sweet morphed into sultry the second her tongue touched his lips and sought entry into his mouth. And since he was convinced that the small taste he previously had of her was only an introduction to the bliss he could experience, he was more than happy to oblige her request.

As mouths intertwined, they fed off one another voraciously, taking their fill. All the while learning of each other, making up for the time and distance between them until they were disrupted by the shrill alert of his ringing telephone.

The spell they were under effectively broken, he muttered, cursed, and groaned, his voice full of regret and irritation as they separated. But unwilling to sever their connection completely, he joined their hands and ushered her along with him as he walked further into the house.

In the midst of her body humming and lips tingling she was able to comprehend bits and pieces of his conversation. He seemed to expertly balance a discussion with his children while acquainting himself with her curves.

Failing to stifle a moan when he touched an extremely sensitive spot, Olivia looked up to see Fitz staring at her with with smoldering eyes. With a promise to call them back later, he immediately ended the call and lifted her into the air. Both of them emitting a sigh, her legs instinctively locked around his waist as he maneuvered them to the sofa and sent her crashing into the deep cushions. Unable to bear being denied her another second, he immediately collapsed on top of her and tackled her mouth again.

His kisses were intoxicating and left her feeling drugged. Only aware of him and the way he was making her feel, she was sure sanity was slowly leaving as she became driven by the sensations his mouth and hands created all over her body. She moved against him, feeling his strength as his fingers dipped under her light top. They skimmed her flat stomach while his teeth nibbled a path from her ear to her collarbone. He placed tender kisses there, his eyes hypnotized by the erratic rising and falling of her chest.

In awe of her, he swallowed the lump in his throat, ran his thumb along her visibly swollen lips and stared into her eyes. He was amazed at the way they shone at him. He was mesmerized. And she was dazed and drunk off of him and it made him feel emboldened.

Hungry for more of her and her reaction, he dipped his head and gently kissed each of her breast through the thin material. But her whimpers were his undoing, prompting him to abandon all his restraint and take one perfectly rounded globe into his mouth and feast.

Her hands flew to his head, cradling it in place while pleasure hit her like a lightening bolt. With her body jerking in response to him, she released a strangled sigh. "Fitz, please." In a haze, she somehow managed to croak out the words that she believed would help aid her in her goal of complete and total ecstasy; hoping that her utterance of such a simple word could hold the potential to skyrocket her into an exciting and new world.

Her anguished appeal had him once again searching her face, this time for signs of possible hesitance, doubts, or confusion. And when he found none, he accepted that he could give them both what they wanted and needed and craved. What he'd began to dream of; but the phone rang again. Convinced that the gods were conspiring against him, he slumped over in defeat and growled before burying his face in her neck. After showering her with loving kisses and apologies, he extracted himself from her limbs and stood.

Noticing her eyes bulge at the sight of his impressive arousal made his ego inflate just a little bit more. He wanted her approval, he wanted her to be pleased with every aspect of him, including physically, and the look she sent him let him know he had it. In just a short amount of time she had given him so much of her; her time, attention, secrets and trust. And now she lie on his sofa in his home prepared to almost give him everything. And when that realization sank in he humbled himself. He took her palm in his and kissed it. "Do you see? Do you now have an idea of what you're doing to me?"

Denying himself the pleasure, he stopped short of placing her hand on him and allowed time for her to map out the next move. As if reading his mind, she touched. And then gripped and moved her hand, stroking the length of him.

While the speed was agonizingly slow for him it was the most exquisite torture he'd ever received. So many thoughts and hopes and wishes involving her and all he could do at the moment was close his eyes and hiss.

But different noises sounding off simultaneously throughout the room alerted them to numerous phones going off, so they collected themselves.

"I better answer that." He explained in a rough, disgruntled tone that made her giggle.

When she realized her own phone was chiming as well she jumped off the couch and headed for her handbag, both of them carrying on conversations in separate rooms until returning to the place where they were interrupted. She walked into the room to find Fitz on his knees in front of the fireplace. It was fall and the schizophrenic temperature that was once warm and comfortable had starting to decline and now that she was no longer entangled with him, she could feel the change hitting her legs.

"The kids again?"

"No, Marie."

"Marie." Olivia assumed the name sounded more like an accusation when she spoke it because he turned to her and chuckled.

With a pat of his hand, he motioned for her to take the seat next to him on the sofa once he finished with the fire but Olivia had other ideas.

She eased herself onto his lap; straddling him and locking her hands around his neck. In response his hands gripped her behind.

"This Marie person. Who is she?" She demanded to know.

His eyes danced with laughter at the edge in her tone. "She's the cook. She called to remind me that I need to put our dinner in the oven soon or we'd have to make due with cereal, a salad, or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

"My diet consists mainly of popcorn the majority of the time so I'd be good with any of those," she shrugged and narrowed her eyes. "Although I'm happy that someone is looking out for you, I'm still not sure I like the idea of this Marie woman having all this access to you while I'm so far away."

"Then that settles it, she's fired." He replied to her joking tone with one of his own. "But in all seriousness, that is something that you never have to worry about. You are the only woman I think about and want. You are the only woman I even see." Wondering if he was saying too much too soon he changed the subject. "So who succeeded in stealing your attention away from me?"

"Just some friends. I had to remind them that I was out of town visiting my mom."

"Mom, huh? Ouch," he winced and bobbed his head.

"Well, I couldn't very well say that I'm keeping company with President Grant. Although I guess I could have and they'd probably think that I had lost my mind. And then there would probably be men with the nets and straight jackets and then you would have to come forward to save my ass and it would all be so incredibly messy,"She surmised as her fingers played in his hair.

Craving the taste and the feel of her he nibbled at her neck. "Messy, but necessary. Because there is not an ass more worthy of saving than yours." He sighed and hugged her to him. "You must think I'm a terrible host."

"Why would you say that?" Truly baffled her fingernails grazed his neck and shoulder blades.

"Because I had plans to give you a real tour of the place. To give you a chance to relax or freshen up or anything else you wanted to do. Instead I haven't let you make it past one room. We came very very close to making love for the first time on the sofa in my living room. Not that you were complaining or anything but..." he yelped when she slapped his chest.

She unleashed a few more of the buttons on his shirt to place kisses in the area she had just swatted. He planted his hand in her hair and grunted his approval of the technique she applied to his skin before common sense reclaimed him. Gently tugging the silky strands of her hair he waited until they were eye to eye before he spoke. "Olivia, whatever we do or don't do this weekend is okay with me. I didn't invite you to be here with me just so that I could sleep with you. I want to talk with you and laugh with you and just do nothing with you. I just want you to be with me."

Touched by the tenderness of his words she smiled and stroked his cheek, an action she decided she liked very much. "Okay. If you're letting me call the shots then there's one thing I would enjoy doing right now above all else."

"Anything. What is it?"

"I would like for you to show me your bedroom."

Standing in the middle of his bedroom Olivia marveled at the fact that the space was two, possibly three times larger than her apartment's kitchen. Although unapologetically masculine, decorated in deep rich browns, it was still warm and inviting everywhere she turned; from the fireplace, sitting area complete with a sofa and chairs, down to the California king sized bed.

"Well, I'm impressed." She turned to him with a smile.

As she did her inspection, Fitz had never moved from the door. His hand was on the handle and his back against the structure, watching her glimpse one of the most personal parts of him. She fit, he realized. It's right. "Quite honestly, I've never been more impressed myself."

It was something about the way he spoke the words with a particular look in his eyes while walking towards her that stole her breath away. It was then that heat rose in her face and other parts of her body, causing her to grin sheepishly as she sighed his name.

"You are an absolutely stunning woman, Olivia, and I want you. I want all of you. I hope that's okay."

Her mouth going dry, she swallowed and then nodded when he cupped her cheek. As their mouths fused together, he drank of the taste that was quickly becoming familiar and addictive to him while she busied her fingers with the rest of the buttons on his shirt until it hang upon. Beyond pleased with what awaited her, she couldn't resist tracing every ridge in her path until she lost all patience and removed the article of clothing completely.

Taking his cues from her, he inched her top up and over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her shorts soon followed leaving her in nothing but wispy, lace undergarments that made his jaw clench and then drop. To her, his reaction was worth the trip by itself, but she knew it was only the beginning. From his look alone she knew that she would reap the reward of every searing promise in his eyes.

With only heaving breaths and charged energy between them she allowed him to stare til his heart's content, the magnetism of his gaze warming every part of her it swept over. Her hand reached out, aiming for his belt, but he halted her plan with one shake of his head. He quickly licked his lips, as she bit down on her bottom one, and answered the confusion in her eyes. "If you touch me right there, right now standing there looking like that and I'm done, Olivia. And I don't plan on being finished with you anytime soon."

He stepped closer into her space, running his index finger over lips and below until it came to pause right over her heart. "I can't wait for you to feel all the things I'm going to do to you."

Olivia lay on his bed naked, dazed and quaking from the kisses he's placed all over her body. She had panted and whimpered to her heart's content but her most crucial desire went unfulfilled because he was restricted by the black boxer briefs he still wore.

Fitz hovered over her looking down at his handiwork. Her flushed skin, mussed hair and plumped lips made his pride swell, but he was still not completely satisfied. And no matter what he did, he knew that he wouldn't be until their bodies were forever linked in space and time.

After giving her a kiss thorough enough that she could taste herself, he whispered words in her ear both naughty and endearing, studying her reaction as his fingers fumbled blindly in his nightstand until he found what he was seeking.

Once his boxers were no longer a hindrance, she caressed him until the packet was opened and he was sheathed in protection. And from that point on he worked on marking her as his, beginning from the moment he entered her.

Bodies languid and sated as they spooned, he placed reverent kisses along the curve of her neck, enjoying the feel of her once again shivering in his arms. They filled the quiet with soft reassurances, light laughter, and a few contented sighs. Savoring their shared experience, he moved even closer to her and pulled the covers around them before sleep claimed them both.

AN2: Again I have to say hello to the new followers of this fic. And to all of my lovely reviewers I just have to know if any of you besides the incredible ScandalMania have stories on this site? Because your thoughts and comments are the best thing about this for me. I wrote a lot of this for myself a few months ago because it wouldn't leave me alone. But when I post this and you all come out and talk to me it's the greatest. You all are hilarious, seriously, extremely hilarious and I love it. Sometimes I just want to post Hey or something so you'll comment, I'm that serious. So if you have a fic I would love to know about it.

*For the ramblers only*

One reviewer asked me about the newest sneak peak involving Liv and Mellie and no I haven't seen it if it's an expanded one. I saw the one that aired during that spy show that got canceled. What was that show called anyway? I bet I'm not the only one who doesn't remember. Anyway, I hate to say that I'm not that excited about Scandal these days. I know I'll watch bits and pieces because I'm a sucker for Olitz, but that's about it. It makes me sad to type that because one of the reasons I stayed away from Scandal fic for so long and I wouldn't have dared to write it is because I loved the show so much and I didn't want anything else to mess with was on my screen. Fast forward to now and I only look forward to getting my Scandal fix from all the awesome writers on this site instead of what Shonda's churning out smh. Let me go before I depress us all thinking about it. Until next time everyone. Enjoy the rest of the weekend!