"Livvie!" Fitz shouted over the blaring music in her studio. Olivia jumped at his voice and turned to look at him.

"Shit, you scared me. Hi." She said somewhat curtly.

"Hi." Fitz smiled, mostly to himself. He knew she hated when he snuck up on her but this time he had good reason, they were going to be late. "You know Frankie is going to kill me when she finds out you were late to your own event because I let you go to the studio today."

"Damn it! I completely forgot." She wined as she put down her paintbrush and wiped her hands on her towel. "Why did you let me paint today?" She huffed.

"Because you were very persuasive this morning and you promised you'd remember." Fitz said as he walked towards her. Liv couldn't help but smile at the memory of the events that had taken place that morning. She had to work some serious magic to get Fitz to agree to let her go to her studio. She smiled wildly at him as he came closer and placed his hands on her cheeks, effectively pulling her closer to him as his lips crashed down onto hers. The kiss was hot and full of passion, something that was not lacking in their relationship. His tongue snaked out and lightly grazed her lips, seeking complete access which was quickly granted. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled, tasting each other as if it had been years since they had last seen each other instead of hours. She wanted to touch him, desperately, but she was covered in paint and he looked good enough to eat in his black tux. She wanted to rip it off of him but they had to go. She whined as she pulled away from him in need of air and a shower.

"I need to get ready." She panted with a wicked smile as she slipped out of his grasp. She turned quickly on her heels and ran towards the shower.

"Hurry up!" He called after her. He heard the shower cut on and watched as her bra and panties flew out of the bathroom. He was tempted, oh so very tempted to jump in the shower with her but he used every bit of his willpower and just sat on the bed as he waited for her.

Not ten minutes later, Liv emerged from the steamy bathroom with her silk robe tied tightly around her waist. "Baby can you do me a favor and see if I have anything to wear in the closet. I think I left a couple of dresses and some shoes in there just in case something like this happened." Fitz got up from his spot on the bed and walked into the enormous closet that had once been filled with clothing and looked through the limited selection. He sifted through the rack and found a black dress that looked very appropriate for the evening. He grabbed two pairs of heels and walked out of the closet.

"How about this?" He said as he walked up to her vanity. She was mostly done with her make- up and her hair was straight so he assumed that was how she was going to wear it. She looked back at his selection and smiled.

"Good choice, baby. I forgot I even had that." She stood as she finished applying her last swipe of mascara and untied her robe, letting it fall to the ground. She turned to him and took the dress from his hands, stepping into it and pulling it up and slipped her arms into the mesh like sleeves. Fitz watched, eyes wide and mouth dry as the dress melded to her body like a second skin. She smiled at him as she took in the look on his face. "Later. And just to keep you on your toes I'm not going to wear any underwear tonight." A groan rippled up from his gut and bubbled out of his mouth causing Liv to giggle. She kissed his bottom lip lightly before turning her back to him.

"Zip me?" She asked. Fitz, barely able to think coherently, stepped forward and started to zip up the dress. He caught a whiff of her, she smelled like honey and roses. His mouth watered and his body started to respond to her. She clouded him. She owned him and his body was under some sort of spell. He couldn't get enough of her. He could hear her breath hitch as a soft "Fitz" escaped her lips. He looked down and saw that he had started to unzip her, his need for her clouding his thoughts and leading him to this moment. His physical actions guided by his need to be inside of her. He moved his hands around her waist and pulled her to him, firmly pressing his growing erection into her back. He used his chin to push her hair to one side using the access to lightly kiss her neck. Liv could feel her knees start to go weak as he found the sensitive spot behind her ear and gently sucked on it. They needed to stop but her will power was just about gone. She wanted him, consequences be damned.

"Frankie is lucky I promised we'd be there on time because, right now, all I want is to rip this dress off of you. She is damn lucky." He whispered in her ear as he pulled away from her just enough to zip her up all the way gaining a frustrated sigh out of her. Fitz chuckled lightly and kissed her neck again for added effect. Olivia's heart was racing and she could feel the moisture that had pooled between her legs. She needed to freshen up a bit before they headed out and he need to get rid of his obvious erection.

"What are you going to do about that?" She said as she moved away from him and back into the bathroom. Fitz looked down and cursed his need for her in this moment.

"I'll be fine. All I need is a glass of bourbon and I should be good." With that he left her to finished getting ready and headed to the kitchen.

By the time they left the studio Fitz's not so little problem had been fixed and they had about twenty minutes to spare to get to the event. The drive over was filled with a comfortable silence and lingering glances. She wondered how he would behave tonight. It was a benefit for kids but only the scholarship winners would be in attendance, everyone else would be much older. Either way he'd have to keep his hands to himself. She'd be taking photos and chatting with the board of directors and trying to get as much money out of her stuck up friends as possible. She couldn't afford to be distracted by him touching her ass or by him burning holes into her skin with his eyes or lingering touches. She knew she couldn't avoid it, but she would do her best.

The awards dinner went extremely smoothly. Liv gave the opening speech, stating how happy she was to be hosting the event and how proud she was of the arts community for their continued support. Fitz listened as she spoke effortlessly, her Spanish clear and full of life. He couldn't help but be in awe of the creature before him. She lit up the stage as she spoke about the kids and how fundamental the arts were to their education. She congratulated the scholarship winners and their parents on their hard work and thanked everyone again before announcing that dinner would be starting.
They ate and chatted a bit, Liv got up and mingled while Fitz was cornered by a few of the writers who were invited to the event.

They had him surrounded when she made her way back over to the table. "Tomly, Anna, Raul. It's great to see you again." Liv said as she snuck into the middle of the circle, grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers.

"Olivia you didn't tell me you were dating Fitzgerald Grant. Shame on you." Anna said with a wink. Liv smiled and shook her head at her friend.

"I didn't think I needed to announce it. But yes I am." Liv smiled at him.

"Well Olivia you've done it again." Tomly said as he looked around. "There are going to be some fabulous donations tonight. I can feel it."

"Yes I agree completely. Anytime you throw an event I loose so much money. You have a knack for getting large sums of money out of us." Raul chuckled as the host of the night asked everyone to take their seats.

"You left me." He whispered into her ear as they sat at their table. "I don't like it when you do that."

"I had to get some work done. Get loads of money out of a lot of these people. I couldn't do that with you distracting me." Liv said quietly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Fitz chuckled to himself and placed his hand on her knee under the table.

"You have no idea how much of a distraction I can be." He whispered gruffly into her ear as he slowly trailed his hand up her thigh, right at the hem of her dress. Her breath hitched as he played with thin fabric, slowly inching it up to gain more access. She needed him to stop but she wanted him to keep going, to seek refuge in her depths. She had to take a deep and somewhat steeling breath before placing her hand over his, removing it swiftly before he reached his destination.

"You've made your point." She said shakily and Fitz couldn't help the cocky smile that spread across his face. She rolled her eyes at him and returned her attention to the stage where the scholarship winners were coming up to receive their awards. The rest of the evening went smoothly as they watched the scholarship winners discuss their works. Some read snippets of the short stories or novels they'd written, others spoke about the inspiration for their works which were located in the gallery off of the ballroom in which everyone involved in the event would be walking through after the ceremony, and the musical scholarship winners put together a few musical numbers for the attendees to dance to.

When the music started Fitz offered her his hand and she took it willingly. He led them to the center of the dance floor and pulled her close, Liv melding to his body instantly and resting her head on his shoulder as the melodic tune played in the background. Olivia was lost in the sound of his heart beat and the rise and fall of his chest that she almost didn't hear him whisper "I love you" in her ear. She pulled back and gazed into his eyes, deep and filled with eternal love. Her heart skipped a beat as he pierced through her, seeing into her soul. He always had the ability to do that, to see all of her. She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. The kiss was short and somewhat tame for them, but it was filled with everything she felt for him. The love, the hope, the passion. It was a kiss of promise.

"Well if it isn't the two love birds." Frankie said as she walked up behind them. Liv smiled and turned around to hug her sister.

"Where's Harrison?" Liv asked as she pulled away.

"He's roaming around in the gallery. I came to find you two and show you some of the amazing pieces we chose. Liv you're going to love them." Frankie lit up. She may not have been born with the same artistic touch as Olivia but she was just as enthusiastic about artwork. Liv loved that her sister was just as invested as she was, it made planning these events that much easier when your co-chair had the same vision.

Frankie led them to the gallery and Liv couldn't help but gasp in awe. The gallery was beautifully done and the artwork was breathtaking. She loved seeing the work of young artists and the raw talent they possessed was something she yearned to have again. They always had so much more to offer. Their ignorance to the harsher things in the world made their art so much more innocent. Fitz watched as Liv walked around, reading the descriptions of the works and staring at them, taking them in, burning them to memory. He watched as the love of his life pressed her hand to her heart and shed a tear at each of the paintings as if they were a part of her. As if they were her every emotion exposed. He walked over to her after they made it all the way through and offered her a glass of wine that he'd grabbed for her at the open bar in the corner. She took it willingly.

"Thank you." She said as she wiped away the remnants of her tears. Fitz wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side.

"Anything for you." He pressed a soft kiss into her temple and rubbed small circles into her lower back as she took a few sips of her wine. "Feeling better?" He asked and turned her to face him. She smiled up at him and nodded her head yes. Frankie, who had run off to locate Harrison, returned to find a tear stained Liv with a glass of wine.

"What's up with her?" She asked, eyeing Liv suspiciously. Liv laughed a little at herself and cleared her throat.

"I was just crying over all of this beautiful art. Nothing out of the ordinary." Frankie and Harrison smiled and nodded to Fitz who had done well by bringing her a glass of wine.

"I should have known that would happen. Anytime she sees art from kids, any age, she cries. It could be a toddler's finger painting and she'd have the same reaction." Frankie chuckled and Liv playfully swatted her arm.

"Shut up, Frankie." Liv said with a smile. She looked over to Harrison who hadn't said a word and noticed that he seemed off. He would smile but it wouldn't reach his eyes. She needed to talk to him.

"Hey Harrison, can you come with me for a second. I wanna show you something that I know you'll love." Fitz dropped his arm from her waist and pouted. "You're leaving me again?"

"Oh stop that! I'll be back before you know it." She kissed him quickly before linking arms with her best friend. "Frankie, make sure he doesn't get into trouble." She called over her shoulder. Frankie smiled up at Fitz and linked arms with him.

"Looks like you're my date for the time being." Fitz smiled at her and led her off into the crowd.

"So, you've been awfully quiet. Something bothering you?" Liv leaned into him, nudging him slightly. He smiled his first real smile all night and that made Liv feel a little better.

"You always know when something's up." He said quietly.

"Yes I do. That's what best friends are for. Now spill it. Did my sister do something wrong? Did you do something wrong?"

"No it's nothing like that, well not really. I mean I think I just… I don't know."

"Harrison?"

"It's really nothing. It's just that Frankie and I were talking and we got to the topic of family and what would happen if we got married."

"Marriage? Harrison that's great!"

"Yeah it is. But I think I might have messed up."

"What do you- wait. No! Harrison you've been dating for less than a month! You did not…"

"Ask her to marry me? Yep. I did." He said as he downed the rest of his bourbon. Liv was in a state of shock as she stared at her best friend. "No! No Liv. I just- ever since we talked about the future she has been acting like I asked her to marry me. No, more like I'ma convicted felon and I was locked up for murder. She's barely talking to me." Liv could have killed Harrison for being such an ass.

"What is wrong with you? Scratch that I already know what's wrong with you." Harrison sighed and pulled Liv over to a quiet corner. "Have tried to talk to her? Really talk to her?"

"Yes. I even asked her if we could talk tonight after the event."

"And what did she say?"

"She didn't say anything! She just stared at me for a few seconds then walked away. I wanted to go after her but I know Frankie, if I push her too hard she'll run away."

"Yeah you've got that right. We Pope women have a knack for that. When did you ask her?"

"When we were alone in the gallery. Liv, I don't want her to run. I love her but I can't take it back and I'm not taking it off the table. I wanna marry her someday but I need to know she's not completely freaked. Can you talk to her?"

"Harrison I…"

"Please, Liv. I know you don't want to be involved but I need you to at least talk to her. Please? Please, please, please…"

"Okay! God I'll talk to her. You owe me!" Liv huffed. Harrison smiled one of his thousand watt smiles and Liv couldn't help but match it. She was a sucker for love stories and she really wanted things to work out with them.

"Thank you! I love you." He said as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Yeah, I love you too. Now let's get back before Fitz comes looking for us."

"He's really the jealous type." Harrison said as he pulled her into his side, both of them snaking an arm around each other's back. Liv giggled and nodded her head.

"That he is."

"So what were you and Harrison off talking about?" It was almost midnight by the time they got home and as soon as they walked through the door they made a b-line to the kitchen. The event was amazing and the food was great but the portions were small. They had partaken in some of the hors d'oeuvres that were offered during the gala but those were only partially filling. So there they were, Liv still in her dress sitting on the counter eating off of the meat and cheese tray that they always purchased at the butchers down the street and Fitz still in his tux with his shirt untucked and tie undone eating leftover pasta and the rest of the roasted chicken they'd made last night for dinner along with a bottle of wine.

"Harrison is freaked because he asked Frankie to marry him and she said no." She said somewhat nonchalantly, being that she was more focused on pouring another glass of wine, while Fitz nearly chocked on his past.

"What? They've only been going out for like a month! Maybe even less than that!" He practically yelled.

"That's what I told him. And she pulled a typical Frankie and just walked away. I'm supposed to be talking to her but I don't know what to say." She paused for a moment and smiled before continuing. "I'm kidding." Fitz stared at her for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before he grabbed a towel that was on the counter and threw it at her. She caught it and laughed.

"You're an evil little woman." He said with a shake of his head. He couldn't believe she would joke about that.

"I'm you're evil little woman." She said with a mischievous smile. "But he is very much freaked out because he asked Frankie about the possibility of marriage, way down the line, and she freaked. She's not one for long term all in relationships and he knows that. I guess he assumed since it was him, since they have a long history, that things would be different. I'm supposed to talk to her, tomorrow I guess. I don't know what to tell her."

"Well I'm sure he didn't ask her about it as a joke so you'll tell her that he loves her and wants to marry her one day. You'll tell her that she needs to talk to him. Really talk to him and that it's okay to be scared. You'll be the amazing person and sister that you are and you'll be great. You'll help your sister not pull a "typical Frankie"" He said as he moved to stand in front of her. She pulled up her dress some, just enough to allow her legs to open so that he could stand between them. Second nature.

"Okay, I'll talk to her tomorrow." She smiled at him as she hooked her legs around him.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He asked as he lightly slid his calloused hands up and down her exposed thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in closer to him, her lips barely touching his.

"Mhmmmmm." She hummed as she kissed him lightly. "Have I told you how much I love you?" She whispered against his lips.

"No." He smiled and moved his hands to her hips, gripping them firmly and pulling her flush against him. She gasped at the suddenness of his movement but she instinctually ground herself into him. Fitz growled in response and captured her lips again. The kiss was fevered and slow. Fitz took his time as he tasted her lips, soft and full. She purred when his tongue snaked out to seek access to her mouth. When he was granted entry a soft moan escaped from her lips. She tasted of wine, woodsy and dark. When his tongue found hers, Liv couldn't help grind deeper into his growing erection. Her hands shot up to his hair, tugging and pulling at the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Fitz" Liv barely rasped out as he tugged at her bottom lip and captured it between his teeth then soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Livvie." He said as he pulled back from her slightly. His hands roamed over her as he took in her body, running his hands over the curve of her breasts sending a shiver down her spine. He worshiped her. Her body was his sanctuary. The heat of her skin, the rise and fall of her chest, the beat of her heart, everything he needed in life he found in this amazing woman. He didn't realize it but he'd been staring at her. His eyes locked on hers as if he was looking onto her soul.

"Baby?" She smiled at him, her eyes glistening and full of love. He loved the look in her eyes. It wasn't there when they'd first met. Her eyes were sad and a dull light shined behind a cloud of darkness but now, now they were bright, loving and full of happiness. She stroked his face, a light stubble there that she found incredibly sexy. He smiled back at her, a smile so bright and cheesy that she couldn't help but giggle.

"Hi." She said as she moved her hands through his hair lovingly.

"Hi." His voice was heavy and raspy. She loved it, the thing his voice did when he needed her. She loved him.

"I love you." She said as started peppering kisses along his jawline and down his neck. She brought her hands to his chest and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. His heart racing like it was their first time. She felt it, his racing heartbeat, and she placed a gentle kiss over his heart. In that moment he could have died the happiest man in the world. She kissed her way down his chest, covering every inch of skin that she could possibly reach, His breath hitched when she bit him lightly above his navel. She smiled against his skin and kissed the spot before leaning back up to meet him in a searing kiss. Her hands found their way to his pants as she undid his belt stealthily. Within seconds his pants and boxer briefs were sliding down his body.

"I need you. I need to be inside of you." His voice was raspy and his eyes clouded. Her small hand was stroking his length, the tug and pull causing his pupils to dilate. His words made her stomach clench and she could feel herself becoming even more aroused. She stoked him over and over, feeling his erection harden even more under her touch. She moaned at the feel of him in her hand and then used her thumb, sweeping it over his head, circling his tip and swiping away his essence. Fitz could barely contain himself. He moved her hand back to the counter top before pulling her dress up, exposing her to him. He took her legs from around him and placed them over his shoulders. Liv bit her bottom lip in anticipation, throbbing at the thought of him being inside of her.

Slowly he massaged himself along her slick folds. His hard member grazing over her clit multiple times causing her body to shiver. Liv couldn't take much more of his sweet torture. She moved her hips in rhythm with his, begging for him to put her out of her misery.

"God." He growled as he placed himself at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside of her and in that moment Olivia didn't think she would ever be able to breathe again. "You're so wet baby." All Olivia could do was moan in response. He felt so damn good and the angle she was at only added to the immense pleasure that he was giving her as he buried himself deep inside of her. His movements were calculated and measured. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, preventing her from much movement, as he thrust. Each time he would pull out of her almost completely before powerfully thrusting into her. Sweet torture.

"Faster" she gasped. "Ple-please." She could barely focus. She wanted him to bring her to release. With a cocky smile he leaned forward causing her to lay back on her elbows. "I want you to come for me." He whispered as he accelerated his movements. Liv let out a beep guttural moan as she let the sensations forming deep in her body take over. Fitz removed one of his hands from her hip and placed it at the back of her neck, bringing her face to him. He kissed her passionately, tongues dueling for dominance as he powered into her. She could barely breathe, system overload causing her take short breaths. She pulled away from his lips moaning his name over and over as she felt her orgasm build. She was so close and so was he. He could feel her walls starting to clamp down on him. She was going to pull him over with her and he wanted nothing more than that. To hit nirvana with this woman that was sent to him by God. He swiveled his hips deliciously and Olivia called his name as she fell over the edge. Her walls clamped around his length but he didn't stop, riding out her orgasm and using it to bring him to completion. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he spilled his seed inside of her, over and over. His guttural moans loud and animalistic.

An hour and a half later they were freshly showered and cuddled together in bed. Liv, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, had her body thrown over his. Her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. Fitz had his arms wrapped tightly around her as he rubbed loving circles into her back causing sleep to fall over her easily. She was drifting in and out when she heard him say something. She could barely make it out. Assuming it was her imagination she closed her eyes again.

"Livvie" Fitz whispered again. She only shifted in response and he knew she was out. He sighed and placed a sweet kiss in her hair. "I love you so much. I can't breathe without you, baby. You are my air, my sun, my stars, my reason for living and I can't imagine my life without you. I know it's still early in our relationship but I can't see myself with anyone else. You saved me. I am eternally thankful for that and if you'll let me I would love to spend the rest of my life trying to repay you. Please say that you will."

He sighed again, feeling somewhat more relaxed now that he'd said what was on his mind, even if Olivia didn't hear him. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, taking in the scent of her freshly washed hair. Coconuts and mango. A scent that would forever remind him of her. He closed his eyes and within moments he was sleep.

Hours later Fitz woke up to find that he was alone. Olivia's side of the bed cold. It was dark out but the morning sky was starting to creep in, early morning. He looked at the clock that read 5a.m. He looked around the room for her but she was gone.

"Olivia?" He called out and received nothing in response. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Throwing on a pair of boxers he walked out of their bedroom in search of her. Slowly making his way down the stairs he saw that all of the lights were off. He walked around searching for her in the spacious house but she was nowhere to be seen. He started to panic, she never left in the middle of the night and if she had she would have at least left a note. He was about to run upstairs to grab his phone when he saw a figure standing right outside of the sliding glass doors. He knew it was her and instantly relaxed.

"Baby it's early." He said as he opened the door and walked out to where she was standing. "I didn't know where you were. I was starting to worry." He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you." She leaned into him, the heat of his body soothing her.

"Did you have another nightmare?" He asked as he kissed her neck sweetly. She smiled and nodded her head "no". She took a deep breath and turned around in his arms, her eyes glistening even in the dark and he couldn't help but smile.

"Hi, beautiful" He said as he kissed her sweetly.

"Hi." She smiled against his lips and kissed him again before pulling away from him looking him directly in the eyes. She analyzed him, looking deeply into his soul, seeing him. Fitz felt exposed and vulnerable, as if she could see everything he'd been thinking.

"What?" He asked, a shy smile on his lips.

"Nothing I just- I love you and I know you love me too. I know were meant to be together and that is amazing. That is exciting and fulfilling and beautiful. You rescued my heart and I cannot think of spending my life with someone else." Her doe eyes started to fill with tears. Fitz placed his palm on her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

"I heard what you said." She mumbled as she kissed his wrist.

"What?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"I heard what you said in bed. You thought I was asleep but I wasn't and I heard you. I wanted to respond, I wanted to say something but I couldn't and it wasn't fair to you. I couldn't sleep because I was besting myself up. Why didn't I say anything? I kept asking myself over and over again. And then I figured it out. It's because I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it. So if you don't mean it just take it back. Take it back now and we can put it on the back burner until the time is right-" She was barely breathing. He'd tried to get her attention a number of times. He tried to tell her that he meant it but she wouldn't listen. Tears were streaming down her face and he tried to wipe them away as fast as he could but she was panicking.

"Olivia!" he practically yelled, startling her quiet. She looked down at her hands which were on his chest. He took a breath and moved the hand that was still placed on her cheek to cup her chin. He lifted her head gently. She had her eyes closed as if she couldn't let him see the panic, the sheer terror of him not actually wanting her. He couldn't understand it, how she was so strong yet so vulnerable. He gently lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with all the love he had. Forcing her to feel everything that she thought wasn't he removed his lips from hers, her eyes opened with tears still threatening to spill over.

"Olivia Pope you cannot think that I would ever do that to you. That I would say those thing and not mean them. I love you. I am so in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my world and you've helped me finally be able to heal. Like I said, I know we've only been together for a few months but we belong to each other. There's no one else for me and I would be stupid to let you go. So, marry me. Marry me, Olivia Pope."

BLAH! Hey guys! What's up? How's everyone doing? I know there are many wildfires growing throughout the fandom so I decided to stop being lazy and get over my writers block. Took me a minute and a few re-writes but I finally offered up something that I believe to be semi readable.

How did you like it? I really didn't edit this much but I'll go back and fix things if anything major stands out for anyone. So let me know.

ANYWAY! Please review and again, I know I don't update regularly but I always try to deliver when I do. Thank you so much for sticking with me through good chapters and bad. Xoxo

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Well except for Frankie. She's mine :)