Disclaimer: Don't own Scandal

AN: So the majority of my one shots came from the angst and hardship from a scene in the show that didn't end the way I wanted it to. This one below comes from a different place, a happier place, that I wish Shonda would put into the show. But since Scandal is not on premium cable, I guess my slightly perverse obsession will have to play out it my writing. Happy Reading ;)

The minutes on the clock could not have ticked by any slower. Tonight was "date night". Ever since Fitz had become President, he thought it was important that he and Olivia spend as much time together as possible outside of work. They knew that going out to a restaurant, seeing a movie, or doing anything without the pretense of work was impossible. It took him a while, but Fitz finally came up with the perfect idea. They would meet in the rose garden every other Friday at 10:30 for two hours or so. The rose garden was secluded enough that no one would bother them, but close enough that if there was an emergency, Fitz wasn't too far away.

When the alarm that she set went off, Olivia sprung up, grabbed her coat, and headed out of her office towards the rose garden not even a minute later. Excitement furled in her belly as she walked with hurried steps to the love of her life. This was their first date night and anticipation was running high. She passed a few of her staffers, each of them nodding their head at her in acknowledgement. She barely even noticed, her mind only on one goal. When she finally reached the doors that would lead her out, she looked around to see if anyone was watching before heading through them.

She walked down the narrow path that would lead her deeper into the garden and closer to Fitz. The cobblestones walkway was crowded with bushes full of buds that would provide their camouflage for their time together. When she saw him, her heart literally skipped a beat and her breath caught in her chest. She fell in love with him all over again and he didn't even have to say a word. Finally tearing her eyes away from him, she looked around. What he set up had a smile bright enough to light up the night sky spread across her face. He had put together a candle lit picnic complete with dessert and champagne.

"Hi," Fitz said, breaking the silence.

"Hi," Olivia replied, a deep blush raising in her cheeks from just the sound of his voice.

When she was close enough, Fitz curled his finger into the waistband of her black skirt and pulled her closer. Leaning down, he covered her lips with his. When she moaned, he pushed his tongue deep into the velvet depths of her mouth. He tasted so good, so male, so Fitz, that she knew that she'd never get enough. He brought their kiss to a teasing stop and stepped away to deny himself the temptation of her succulent lips.

"I know it's late, but dinner awaits," Fitz told her, motioning to the spread with a sweep of his arms.

"Thanks babe, I'm starving." With one last quick kiss, they sat Indian style on the blanket and began to partake in the feast that Fitz had made.

For dinner, there was parmesan crusted chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. They talked about their day and what each had coming up for the week. Not wanting to talk about work, Fitz encouraged Olivia to open up about her childhood, her dreams, her likes and dislikes. At this point, Fitz felt like he knew everything about her, but whenever she opened her mouth, she would reveal something new. Continuing to eat, Olivia marveled at the taste and was surprised to that Fitz made it himself.

"I didn't know my man was a chef," Olivia teased.

"Tis just another thing on a long list of things that I'm good at," Fitz bragged.

"Oh yeah, and what might be on this long list of things that you're good at?" Olivia questioned good naturedly.

He moved in dangerously close and whispered, "I'm good at making you scream."

At this, Olivia swallowed hard and nodded in agreement, "that you are."

"I'm also very good at getting you wet with wanting me. In fact, I'd be willing to argue my case right now," he told her, his deep voice feeling like a he wrapped her in his essence.

"Please do," she responded as Fitz moved to get even closer.

Her legs fell apart slowly. His soft touches to her upper thighs made it impossible for them not to quiver in want. She had missed him, his touch, his kiss, his presence all day. The weight of his body pressed her further into the checkered picnic blanket as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the hot bar of his erection press into her core and it as making it difficult for her to form a coherent thought.

Fitz was seducing her with the light kisses to her neck. She idly wondered if he could feel her pulse pick as his lips fluttered over it. Marks weren't allowed, but he would suck on her spot right below her ear right until the point it would leave a bruise. It would drive her dizzy with the need to feel him slide inside of her and he knew it. One hand bunched up the hem of her skirt higher and the other brushed over her damp panties. Her hips arched involuntarily at his slight touch and a soft gasp left her lips as he continued his caresses.

"Fitz…please," she moaned, wanting, no needing, him to remove the barriers between them.

His only response was to increase the intensity of his touches, making her pant in short breaths. Sitting up on her elbows, Olivia moved her hands to the buttons on his shirt. The time of year and also the fact it was dark made the air cold, but the energy between them was so sizzling that neither of them noticed. The first four buttons came undone and Olivia nipped and kissed at his exposed flesh. Goosebumps arose and she knew it was more from her touch rather than the chilly weather. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and he shuddered when she flicked her tongue against his nipple.

Returning the favor, he removed his hand from her panties and went to work on getting her shirt off. Once divested of the silky material, he stared down at her lace covered breasts. A hungry look passed between them and he licked his lips before scraping his teeth across her bra clad nipple. A low groan spilled out of her mouth and she clutched his head closer. His mouth completely covered her nipple and the moisture that was getting trapped in the lace made her crave a more intimate touch. He took pity on her and unsnapped the front clasp before swallowing her stiff peak whole.

His cock began to grind into her covered mound, stimulating her clit with enough pressure to bring her to the edge. Slipping his hand between her thighs, Fitz pushed the seat of her panties aside and glided his fingers into her warmth. The two digits moving in and out of her slowly pressed into her g-spot causing her to clench around him. Olivia was left gasping at the attention he paid to her body. He tugged her nipple between his teeth before laving it with his tongue. He continued his moist trail up her neck and to her mouth.

Her mouth parted under the sweet pressure and she let him delve in deep. Kissing him had to be one of her most favorite things and if she could do it all day she would. His lips moved over hers in greedy movements that told her he shared in her hunger.

"I can't wait any longer," she whimpered between deep kisses, "I need you inside of me."

"You want me?" he asked, arching his eyebrow high in feigned shock.

"I want you so bad," she responded and canted her hips further into his questing fingers.

"I can tell. You're so wet…so hot." His deep, gruff voice was turning her inside out.

He slid her panties all the way off and pulled her skirt down and off with them. Olivia moved to take unbuckle his pants, but he knocked her hands away with a look. She knew that look; it meant that if she touched him, he'd lose control. Instead, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and whispered how hot he made her. He quickly pulled down his pants and briefs enough to let his stiff member spring loose. Olivia bit her bottom lip as she eyed his cock, not wanting to wait a minute longer for it to be inside of her.

Fitz ran the tip along her soaked slit, saturating himself in her heat. The first inch went in and Olivia laid back down onto the blanket. Fitz moved one hand to the small of back to pull her closer as he began to move in and out of her. The delicious friction he was creating had her eyes rolling in the back of her head as his cock raked her sensitive walls.

Her legs cinched tighter around his waist and he intertwined their fingers. Fitz nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing out how good she felt. Olivia's moans were coming faster and in higher pitch as he increased his pace. The intensity of the pleasure was stealing her breath, making it hard for her to breathe. When he made love to her like this, it was like he was taking parts of her that she'd never get back.

"I love you…"Fitz told her, matching his actions with his words.

Her response was automatic and she rasped out an, "I love you too."

Their bodies pushed and pulled as they climbed higher and higher to the pinnacle of their coming together. He unfurled their hands so that he could grip her waist in bruising intensity. He was grinding into, mashing the base of his cock into her clit every time he buried himself to the hilt inside her hot pussy. Her nails dug into his shoulders and knowing that Mellie would see her mark on him was a head rush that made her drunk with lust and love at knowing this man was hers.

"Don't stop…mmmm…please don't stop," she pleaded as she got closer and closer.

Fitz unerringly found her spot and hit it with precision over and over. No other man had even come close to making her feel this way and no other man ever would. With the knowledge that he was hers and she was inextricably his, she gave herself over completely. She came hard moments later, only registering him shuddering above her as he found his release as well.

It took some minutes, but their breaths finally slowed and their heartbeats returned to normal. Olivia reached up and cupped Fitz's face with such love that tears came to his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her, conveying all of his emotions with the simple act. When they broke apart, a light smile came across his face.

"Ready for dessert…?"

AN: As always, please leave a review. And for those of you who read Game On, you know that I am fond of requests, so if anyone has one for the next installment of one shots, let me know.