it's rather late here in texas. please forgive the errors im sure are located within lol Once again thank you Gladiators! 150 reviews and thousands of views! i love yall so much. and 69 favorites heehee im feeling dirty lol

GHJaSAM4Ever: forgiveness is a word you will see vey often in this series lol

Da Prince's and Me: yea they tried to make up in the end. damn marks on her neck! lol

chocolate1: i was going for teh shock factor lol

oxford: edison and mellie! ha! how cute lol im dark but not that dark!

BelaDameNoir: just wait until you find out! OMG it's going to get al types of cray cray!

Angchick04: little SR! such a complement! I love you forever! lol Did Edison do it?

General questions: what's up with teh marks and if Edison and Olivia had sex. idk when the truth will come out but it's coming.

im glad everyone liked last chapter. things are about to get more crazy...if that's possible. lol just keep calm and love olitz anyway!

on to the story!


"Fitz, stop this!"

"Olivia, don't push me! He's been having this coming for 8 months now."

"Fitz, that man has done absolutely nothing to you." Olivia hissed out of breath.

"Nothing? He has done nothing? Look at your neck, Olivia! Look at it! I can see the finger marks. I can literally see two hand prints on your neck. Are you seriously telling me this is okay? That this behavior is acceptable?"

Olivia's eyes dropped to the floor, looking at her shuffling feet.

"Unless it was intended." Fitz voice dropped. "You did this to yourself?" He asked with a frown.

"No." Olivia answered unsure

"Then who did it?"

Olivia still stayed silent. Fitz's fury went from sorrow then to panic.

"Did I? Did I do this to you? Oh my God baby! I'm so sorry!"

"No, you didn't do this Fitz." Olivia answered.

Fitz stared at this nervous beautiful woman in front of him. No way this could be Olivia Pope. This could not be the Olivia Pope that by legend he heard met with kidnappers $3 million dollars short and didn't flinch. This woman who took on the White House, CIA, NSA and any other intelligence agency that got in her way.

"Then who did it?"

Olivia still stood before Fitz and said nothing.

"OLIVIA!" Fitz roared.

She jumped away from him as her eyes burned with tears and her face with shame.

"I know Edison did this. What I want to know is why."

"Please Fitz, can we drop this?"

"No, we can not drop this."

Olivia, frustrated, let out a heavy sigh.

"Then WILL you drop this?"

"No, I WILL not drop it either." There was a pause. "Did you and Edison have sex, Olivia?" Fitz asked dejectedly.

"Of course." A voice answered from behind them.

"Mellie. What are you doing- What are you here? Shouldn't you be in California "resting" at the ranch?" Fitz asked annoyed.

"And miss the 20 car pile up you all call a 'relationship?' Please! I live for the pure carnage that is sure to unravel before my very eyes in a few seconds."

"Mellie, this has nothing to do with you. You need to go back to the part of the residence that you're actually allowed on."

"You honestly think sending me to the ranch would keep me from finding out about Olivia's new job title and address? You are truly an idiot, Fitz."

"Mellie, get the fuck out of here."

"And miss Olivia telling you she likes a man that can choke her into ecstasy? A man strong enough to bend her at his will? Oh no, I think I'll stay."

"You bitch!"

Olivia ran toward Mellie before jumping on her leading them to falling on the floor. Olivia swung her arms and fist wildly hoping to cause physical pain to Mellie.

"You are going to pay. I hate you Mellie! I hate you. I WANT YOU DEAD!"

Mellie swung and kicked trying to get Olivia off of her. Although she was able to connect a few good hits, Olivia's anger helped dominate the impromptu match.

"Olivia, stop! Tom! Tom! Tom!" Fitz help afraid. He had never seen Olivia like this. There was a look in her eye that was rigid and cold. She didn't even have that look on her face when he called her his mistress. She was pissed. Plain and simple.

Tom came running down the hall after hearing the commotion to offer assistance. Fitz pulled Olivia by her waist to try and remove her from her position on top of Mellie. Olivia, as a last ditch effort latched on to Mellie's hair, fisting her hand at the root and throwing punches with the other hand. Fitz, finally able to untangle Olivia's hand from Mellie's hair, pulled them apart propping Olivia on the wall.

"Your reputation is going DOWN Olivia Pope. Mark my works. Mellie spat out with hate."

"While you're just going down Mellie."

"Oh the whore is one to talk."

"Takes one to know one. Tell Brock 'The Mouth' Stone I said hello and I loved Twinkle Toes 6: Star Feet but Twinkle Toes 8: Back to the Feet was much better."

Mellie blanched face could be seen right before Tom pulled her around the corner.

"Fitz, I'm so sorry. Usually, I am not that type of girl."

"What type?" Fitz asked quietly.

"The type that gets into physical fights. I like to fight with my intelligence but when she said..."

"Said what? When she outed you and Edison?" Fitz asked bitterly.

'Edison and I did not have sex. He wanted to but for obvious reasons..." Olivia let her sentence trail off while gesturing between her and Fitz.

"Well if you didn't have sex with him, why are you all bruised up and covering from him?"

"I'm not covering for him. We got into a...disagreement."

"A disagreement?" Fitz asked sarcastically. "Did he disagree with his mouth or his hands?"

Pain spread across her face. "Fitz, please don't make me. I am tired and I can't do this."

"Okay, okay Sweet Baby. Come with me."

He ushered her back towards their room. He may have dropped the subject but that was only for the moment. He could tell the anxiety of what ever happened with Edison and the showdown with Mellie was weighting heavy on her. Fitz led her to the bed.

"Take a seat."

Fitz got on his knees, slipping of Olivia's heels. He inched closer, pulling the camisole from over her head. His hands moved to her pant, unbuttoning them and slipping the zipper down as well. He eased her down on the bed, kissing her temple. He held her behind with one hand slightly off the bed while he pulled her pants down with the other hand. She reached down to help but he pushed her hands away.

"Rest sweet Baby, rest. Let me help you rest."

He slid her pants down, folding them and placing them next to her camisole, coat and shoes.

"Naked or undies?"

"I want to be free Fitz."

He smiled, pulled her up unhooking her bra and sliding her panties down in one swoop.

"You sure you don't want to talk? It would help you feel better." Fitz tried one more time.

"I don't want to talk. You talk to me Fitz."

Fitz smiled once more. He dove in between her letting his lips and tongue do all the talking.