As promised gladiators , I am slowly updating my stories. I wrapped up my Christmas fan fiction and plan on a sweet Valentines tale that takes us back to the trail. If you are patient, there will be more updates… next up Awakenings

Olivia slowly got up from her bed. She had the sheet pulled around her naked body. Her arms stretched as if to wake to the new day. It was a new day. She closed her eyes as to return to the night before. It was all so familiar. Two bodies slammed against a door while their tongues thrashed about in each other's mouth. His hands grabbed her body as they traveled down her chocolate skin. Her manicured nails dug into the skin on his neck as they made their way to his curls. Between the two of them , the clothes managed to end up on the floor in a pile.

"I want you now!" Fitz growled into her mouth as he moved her toward the bed. Laying her down. He immediately went to work. He took his mouth and started to lick the back of her ear causing her to have major orgasms. She couldn't help but moan. He then started to put little bites on her chocolate skin as he moved down her neck and onto her shoulders. He then moved her dark hair aside and grabbed her supple breasts. His mouth made its way to her nipples as he nipped on them.

Her head was back and she screamed his name loudly. It was a scream of pleasure as he engaged in foreplay as only he could. The large fingers that made their way into her fold, him in her once again , the happy reunion of their bodies, yes it was all coming back now.

The early traces of sunshine made their way through the white curtains. Getting up, she looked over at the sleeping man next to her. It was probably the best night of sleep he had for quite a while. The hair was messed up and he laid on his stomach happily snoring. It was the perfect picture of the man she loved. The leader of the free world was finally at peace, well at least for a little while he was.

Pulling the robe around her, Olivia casually walked to the window and pulled back the drapes. Peering out, her mouth dropped when she saw them. There were news vans, satellite dishes, and reporters waiting to pounce on him. They knew he was out with her. He laid asleep unaware that their love bubble was about to be burst. He was after all newly divorced and this would be the first woman since getting rid of Mellie.

She was the fixer. How would she fix things when she was part of the scandal? She looked over to her phone and she had messages on it. One of the first assumptions was Cyrus . He had strolled over before when he spent the night and caught the lovers in bed naked. Looking at the time, she realized it was one o clock .

Timidly she picked up the phone and called her friend, "I am sorry I missed your call."

Holding his cell , Cyrus began to rant "Really now, because if I recall. I think you have the President of the United States in your apartment in the middle of the afternoon. Were you too busy to answer the phone? Did you not hear it over the moanings and groaning s of you two acting like two kids in a hotel room at the prom? Did you realize he should have been here hours ago? "

"We have a problem. " Olivia started.

"Yes we do, I am going to have to act like someone's father and demand you get my son back here on the double. He has meetings that had to be rescheduled and I had to lie he was still in the Residence."

"I think we can say that theory is shot. There are a pack of reporters and news vans right outside my window ready to pounce. " Olivia admitted as she watched a sleeping Fitz. "It is going to take a small army to get him out without any one's knowledge. Damnit! They were supposed to leave us alone after the photo op at the restaurant. "

"Find a back entrance. Get him dressed and I will be around in the car. Between me and the Secret Service, we should be able to get him back here and then you can handle the backlash." Cyrus said.

"Okay, see you in a bit." Olivia hung up the cell and went back to the bed.

"Fitz?" she whispered. "Mr. President." He blinked his eyes and then slowly lifted his head. "Livvie?"

"You have got to get out of here. The press came early this morning and they are camped at my window. Cyrus called and he is on his way over. You are to get dressed and between me , Tom Hal , and him we will get you out of here and back to the White House. I don't think this is the way we should come out to the American people." She said as she bent down to pick up his clothes. "No this proves you spent the night here." She threw them back down.

He got up from the bed and strolled over to her closet. "Do you have any of my spare suits here? Something to throw on. " Fitz said as he standing there completely naked. Olivia tried hard to keep her mind on the task at hand. It was hard as she looked at his fine male form.

Olivia remembered he had a suit in the closet for just an occasion. It was put away so when she saw it she wouldn't think of him. She had put it in her guest closet with a garment bag over it. She ran to grab it and handed it to him. "You had left this a while ago. I think it will do the trick."

Fitz took the garment bag and headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. "Thanks sweet baby." He said with a kiss and then he headed for the shower. Olivia closed the door.

"Hey babe, where is the hair dryer?" he called out.

"Should be on the shelf." She said as if it was as natural as day. It almost gave her a feeling of the way things would be in the future. She could imagine the two of them getting ready for their busy day after a night of lovemaking. Pulling on a pair of jeans, she threw the ancient Navy t shirt over her head. It swam on her petite body. It was better than running around naked. She then heard the roar of the dryer, as he sang.

"Hurry up, Cyrus said he was on the way." She yelled over the dryer.

The power turned off, Fitz appeared from the bathroom as he tried to tame the curl in the front. It was to no avail. At that moment , Tom Hal , and Cyrus came through the door.

"Okay this is what is going to happen. I came in through a service entrance and that is how we are leaving. The agents will surround him as we move through the hallway down to the basement on the stairs. When they get there, the car will be at the entrance and we will drive back to the White House and then to Blair House and the tunnels back into the Residence." Cyrus collapsed onto the sofa and was completely out of breath.

Olivia stood and looked puzzled . "We will figure this out, I promise." Fitz said. He put his hand on her shoulder and then kissed her sweetly. Olivia stood by as they walked out her door and proceeded down the hall to the buildings staircase. She watched the reporters look puzzle as the President was secretly leaving her house. As the car pulled away, she got one more phone call.

"We are not done talking about this young lady." Cyrus said sternly.