Chapter 9: From Breakup 2 Makeup

A/N: That last chapter was tough, wasn't it? But a lot of you loved it because Fitz finally mans up and shows Olivia who's boss. LOL. I hope that this is the Fitz we'll see in Season 2 of the TV show.

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU(!) for all your comments and reviews. I enjoyed reading every single one of them. Many of them had me howling and dying of laughter.

Some highlights:

From QueenPeach: "Liv….he should left yo ass in the desert….Now I hope she cleans her face & goes back n there and tell that man she loves him. Liv b ready to open them legs girl." LMAO!

From RealCamille: "At the same time that I was saying "No!... No!... No!..." with every word Fitz spoke, as the dagger turned and twisted every wicha way, I was also saying "Yes!... Yes!... Yes!..." THAT'S what you get, Olivia!" Yep, payback is a bitch!

From PiscesChikk: "dear sweet baby Jesus. yes yes yes, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssss. THIS is the fitz i lurve. i LOVE forceful fitz. he was assertive, direct and convicted. and 12 kinds of sexy." Fitz McSexy, yes!

From Lboogie23: "Fitz went straight H.A.M. on Liv." LMAO!

From InspiredToRead: "Fix this!...OK, I'm going back to rocking in my corner and silently weeping like these two were real ppl. FML!"

From Stevie'Sgirl: "The country will be fine without Fitz. The US has always survived no matter who is in the White House." Agreed!

From Juicy28: "Liv better go back to him and pour her heart out and if he tells her to jump she better ask how fucking high!" Amen!

From Missjayd: "I just keep reading till the end of the chapter and then I'm annoyed that it's over." LOL. I like your honesty.

From Domaris1: "Liv go get your man back girl!" Yes, yes, yes!

Chapter 9: From Breakup 2 Makeup

Mrs. Hanley, the President's secretary, was on the phone but saw Olivia fast approaching. It was clear that she was upset.

"Ms. Pope, you can't go in there. The President is in a meeting," Mrs. Hanley said, rising from her chair, but Olivia wasn't hearing it. No one was going to stop her.

Olivia burst into the Oval Office to find the POTUS seated there with CIA Director Cameron Reynolds, National Security Advisor Ian MacMillan, and White House Chief of Staff Cyrus Beene. Mrs. Hanley came scurrying in behind Olivia. "Mr. President, I'm so sorry, Ms. Pope just blew right past me!"

"Mr. President, may I please have a word with you," Olivia said, standing in the doorway looking directly at Fitz.

Cyrus, Cam and Mac all looked shocked.

"Ms. Pope, as you can see, I'm in the middle of a security briefing," Fitz said coldly and calmly. "Please make an appointment with my secretary."

"Mr. President, this can't wait." Olivia said, maintaining eye contact.

Fitz let out a heavy sigh and said to the three men, "gentlemen, I need the room. Give me five minutes, please."

"But Mr. President, we've got a full agenda and…"

"Cy, just give me five minutes, OK?" Fitz said quietly.

The three men got up and left the room. Fitz remained seated on the couch. Olivia remained standing but said nothing.

"So, what is it, Ms. Pope?" Fitz asked.

Olivia said nothing and continued to just stand there. Fitz noticed that her appearance was uncharacteristically messy. Her mascara and lipstick were smudged. Her eyes were bloodshot red and runny. The normally calm, serene and polished façade of Olivia Pope was cracked.

Olivia began to pace.

"Ms. Pope, seriously, if you have nothing to say, please leave," Fitz said coldly.

Olivia opened her mouth to speak but the words didn't come out. She looked at Fitz, her eyes pleading him to help her out. His facial expression was impassive, completely unreadable.

"OK, I can see that this is a complete waste of my time," he said. He got up and went to the door and opened it.

"Hal, can you come here, please?" Fitz said, calling over his Secret Service agent. He whispered something into the agent's ear that Olivia couldn't hear. Hal then said, "Are you sure, Sir?"

"Yes, Hal," the POTUS said. "Please escort Ms. Pope from the Oval Office."

Olivia flew into a panic. "Mr. President, please, there's something I need to say. Something I should've said before!"

"Hal, get her out of here." Fitz's voice was authoritative and firm.

"I just need a minute, please, just one minute!" Olivia begged, almost on the brink of hysteria.

"Ms. Pope, please! Go with Hal. Now!" Fitz ordered.

Oliva's heart sank. Oh my God, she thought, this is really it. It's really over. Shit!

"Ms. Pope, please, come with me," said Hal, escorting Olivia from the Oval Office.

Olivia was stunned. Her vision was blurry as the tears threatened to fall, but she quickly blinked them back struggling to keep her composure as the Secret Service agent led her away from the West Wing. Olivia was too upset to immediately notice that instead of walking her to the exit, Hal was taking her up to the White House residence. When they reached the stairs, she stopped and asked, "Hal, where are we going? Aren't you supposed to be kicking me out?" But Hal kept on walking and only replied, "Ms. Pope, please, follow me."

Once they reached the second floor, Hal ushered Olivia into the Executive Residence living room and then shut the door behind him. Olivia looked around. The last time she was in the Executive Residence was when she and Mellie ambushed Fitz into staying on in the presidency. Not a good memory. Olivia sighed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She wanted to leave. She went to the door and opened it, but when she stepped into the hall, Hal popped up and said, "Ms. Pope, I have strict orders from the President to keep you up here until he arrives. Please return to the living room."

Olivia sulked back into the living room and closed the door. Fitz was willing to see her, it seemed, but he was making her wait. Was that a good sign or a bad sign, she wondered. She couldn't think straight. God, why didn't she just say what she wanted to say earlier when she was in the Oval Office?

This whole day had been a fucking disaster, starting with that unannounced visit from the First Lady. Mellie knew exactly what she was doing when she spilled the beans about the divorce to Olivia. She knew that Olivia would go straight to Fitz to try to talk him out of it. And now, here Olivia was, trapped in a gilded cage of her own making.

Olivia had been in the room for almost 90 minutes when Fitz finally arrived. Although she had had some time to calm down and collect her thoughts, she was still a bundle of raw nerves. When Fitz entered the room, Olivia hopped up off the sofa.

"So, you're still here," he said drily, walking right past her. "Thought you would have come to your senses and left the White House by now."

"What? Hal brought me up here at your orders," Olivia said in surprised voice. "I couldn't have left even if I wanted to."

"Yes, and I'm sure you wanted to, didn't you, Ms. Pope," Fitz said with visible disdain.

He was pissed. Olivia could hear it in his voice. That, and the fact that he was now referring to her by her last name.

Fitz took off his jacket and loosened his tie. He threw the jacket over the back of a chair and then opened a small cabinet, took out a bottle of Scotch and poured himself a glass. He took a sip and then sat down on the couch facing Olivia who was standing about 10 feet away. She nervously began pacing.

Fitz looked at Olivia and then looked at his watch. "Ms. Pope, this is really starting to become ridiculous. I thought we said all there was to say earlier this afternoon. If you have something else to say, just spit it out."

Olivia stopped pacing.

"I don't deserve you. I didn't deserve you. That's why you've given up on us, on me," Olivia blurted out.

"What? What did you just say?" said Fitz, leaning forward.

"I don't deserve you. I've never deserved you. That's what's been my problem all along."

Fitz put his glass of Scotch on the side table, stood up and walked toward Olivia. He maintained some distance. He didn't say a word and just looked at her.

"You've been nothing but wonderful to me, willing to sacrifice so much for me, sacrifice everything for me, and I've just never believed that I was truly worthy of your love."

"Olivia…" he said taking another step toward her.

"Fitz, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I've hurt you repeatedly. I'm sorry I've put up so many barriers. I'm sorry that I've kept us apart. It was so convenient for me to use your marriage and your presidency as the reasons why we could never be together." Olivia was crying now. "By saying that, I could blame you. But the truth is is that I'm the reason why we're not together, not you. You've done everything humanly possible to show me that your love is true, but I haven't done the same."

"Liv," Fitz said, his face softening as he took another step closer.

"Fitz, the truth is is that loving you scares me. Loving you excites me, but it also frightens me. Loving you means that I entrust my heart to you completely and that scares me."

It was slight, ever so slight, but a glimmer of hope appeared in Fitz's grey-blue eyes.

"But I can tell you right now that nothing has ever scared me as much as the feeling I had today after you told me that you were ready to move on," she continued.

"Livvie, I..."

"No, hush, don't say a word. Let me finish. I need to say this," she paused, taking a deep breath. "Today when you told me that the next time you fall in love, oh my god, I felt my soul split in two. I'm sorry but I don't want there to be a "next time" for you."

She looked up at Fitz who raised a hand to her cheek and began to lightly stroke it.

"Fitz, you think that I've moved on. The truth is is that I haven't," Olivia continued, gaining strength from his touch to finish what she had to say. "I can't move on because there is no one else. There will never ever be anyone else. I love you, only you, forever you."

And with that simple statement, an emotional dam burst. Fitz closed the physical gap between them, leaned down and kissed her, capturing her lips with his own. Immense relief mixed with intense desire as they hungrily kissed each other. When they finally came up for air, Fitz said in a husky whisper, "say it again."

"I love you, Fitz," Olivia replied. "I love you, only you, forever you."

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Fitz said, a smile on his lips.

Olivia returned the smile and said, "you have no idea." She then reached up to kiss his lips again. Fitz placed his left hand behind Olivia's head and deepened the kiss. This kiss felt different from the ones she had experienced before. It felt like he was imprinting her and the intensity of it was like an electric current that ignited a warm tingling sensation in her body.

Fitz broke away from the kiss and went to the door and locked it. "We've had enough interruptions for a lifetime," he said, smiling at Olivia. "I'm not taking any more chances."

Olivia leapt into Fitz's arms and whispered in his ear, "neither am I." She wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing him again.

Their kissing was possessive and heated. The energy and the passion that was flowing between them threatened to blow out the windows of the White House. Fitz pulled away and gently put Olivia down.

"Take off your clothes," he said in a hoarse whisper. "I wanna be inside you. Now."

Olivia quickly stripped off her clothes and as soon as she got down to her bra and panty, Fitz scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist again. He began to kiss and bite her neck. His hands cupped her butt as he walked them together to the couch and he dropped her down. Olivia smiled up at him and then Fitz descended on her planting more feverish kisses across her neck and then returning to her lips. His hand slid up Olivia's thigh and then over to her hot, wet core. Fitz's hand shoved Olivia's panty aside and he slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out. When he pulled them out, his digits were drenched.

Fitz quickly stood up, as though he had been burned. A look, a mixture of worry and alarm, momentarily crossed Olivia's face. "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

Fitz didn't answer. Olivia tried to sit up on the couch, her eyes completely on him.

He was staring at her with a look of burning lustful intensity that she had never seen before.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and his boxers. He was fully erect and standing there in all his naked glory looking like Michaelangelo's statue of David. Olivia gasped. Fuck me, she thought, when had Fitz become this Greek god?! she silently wondered.

Still on the couch, Olivia sat up and went to reach for Fitz's huge, thick and throbbing member when he pulled her up to a standing position, swept her into his arms and carried her into the adjoining master bedroom.

He kicked the door shut and while still carrying Olivia, somehow he locked the door with one hand. He then threw her on the bed. Olivia looked around, a little wave of panic beginning to rise inside her. "Fitz, what about Mel…." but before she could finish her thought, Fitz's mouth crashed down on top of hers and he was hungrily kissing her once again. Olivia was writhing underneath him and when she moved her hand to try to stroke his cock, Fitz grabbed her hand and then the other and raised them both above her head and pinned them there.

She could feel the tip of his huge cock teasing the folds of her slick, hot entrance and then suddenly he pushed inside her. It had been a very long time since Olivia had last had sex and her cunt was extremely tight and wet. She moaned as he penetrated her and began to move inside her.

"Oh, fuck, shit, Livvie, fuck, you feel fucking amazing," Fitz gritted out as he thrust deep inside her. "God, I've missed you so much."

Her hands now free, they dropped down to Fitz's back and then down to his butt. She squeezed his firm butt cheeks and goaded him on, encouraging him to thrust deeper and faster inside her.

Fitz hit a rhythm that quickly sent Olivia to the brink. She was either out of practice when it came to sex or Fitz was just that good because she was soon coming.

"Oh God, Oh God, Fitz, yeah, ah, Ah, AHHHHH," her moan turning into a primal scream as the walls of her pussy convulsed and an intense orgasm rocked her body.

But Fitz wasn't done with her yet. He continued to go at her full force, pumping in and out of her. Olivia felt another orgasm coming on. Fitz was insatiable like a man possessed. He lifted her legs and pushed them against her stomach and chest. Olivia whimpered as he pounded her pussy. He pulled out and dipped his hand down and began to play with her clit. He sensed that she was close to climaxing once again and he positioned himself at her entrance and penetrated her again, thrusting hard and fast. Within moments they came together.

Afterwards, they lay facing one another, their bodies covered in sweat. Olivia draped a leg over Fitz's hip and he had an arm around her waist. "That was ah-mazing," Olivia said, drawing out the word. "You are incredible," she whispered in his ear.

"You're not so bad yourself," Fitz said, with a smirk. He began to kiss and lightly bite her neck and Olivia could feel herself becoming wet again. When Fitz's mouth traveled up to hers, Olivia moaned, "Fitz, I need you inside me," and he rolled over so that Olivia was now on top of him.

And so it went for the next two hours. They completely lost track of time as they continued to explore and pleasure each other's bodies. When they were finally through, Fitz fell fast asleep. Olivia wiggled out from underneath his arm that was wrapped around her. She got up and looked for her bra and panty which were somewhere on the floor. She ran into the bathroom and washed her face and rinsed out her mouth. She looked in the mirror and shrieked. Her hair was a hot, ratty mess but there was nothing she could do about it now. She then chuckled and smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, thinking about how her hair had wound up in that condition. "Worth it, most definitely worth it," she said to herself. She then tiptoed out to the living room to get the rest of her clothes. She moved silently and quickly got dressed. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. It was almost 8 o'clock. Olivia made a little face and hoped she didn't bump into anyone on the way out. She wanted to leave before Fitz woke up.

She went back into the master bedroom. Fitz was laid out on his stomach, fast asleep, with one arm dangling over the side of the bed and the sheets twisted beneath and around his lower body. She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. He looked so peaceful and sweet. A lock of his curly hair lay on his forehead. Olivia was tempted to twirl that curl around her finger.

God, this man is beautiful, she thought, admiring his body. Even at rest, it was obvious that Fitz had been working out, hitting the weights and eating right. His body looked like that of a fit athlete with the contours of his developed muscles on full display. Olivia was very appreciative of the fact that he had been taking care of himself. She didn't know what Fitz had been doing while they had been apart, but whatever it was, it was working.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned over and inhaled his scent. She then began to lightly stroke his wavy hair allowing her fingers to frolic in his curls. Fitz began to rumble back to life and even through the haze of sleep, he noticed that she was now fully dressed. "Hey you," he said, drowsily, looking up at her. "Where do you think you're going?" he said, pulling her mouth down toward his. And with that, they were back at making love again.

A/N: This is the longest chapter to date for this story. Hope you liked it. It's clear that Fitz's weak spot is Olivia and try as he may, he just can't stay pissed at her for very long! LOL!

I hope you're not too disappointed that I didn't draw out the angst and make the Olitz breakup last for a few chapters. I thought about doing that and then realized that would make it harder for me to maintain the story's momentum. You already made it clear you didn't want Fitz to have a real romantic rival, so extending this particular breakup story arc for a few more chapters with a romantic focus for Olivia would have wound up being very difficult for me to create dramatic tension. I would've had to invent or introduce some new characters for Olivia to interact with and that would've moved the needle of the story away from where I want it to eventually end up. If any of you would've liked to have seen a longer breakup period between Liv and Fitz, let me know. I'm curious to hear what you think.

Next chapter we'll get a Mellie update and see how Fitz gets Olivia out of the White House. Thanks for reading and reviewing!