Fitz in his life had experienced his fair share of fantasies. The perfect day, filled with sunshine, horseback riding and swimming in the lake.

He had his fair share of sexual fantasies, many of which involved Olivia in various levels of undress, however the scene before him, blew the rest of them to shreds. He did not want to move, because he feared if he did. If he inhaled, if he walked any further, he would wake up from what could only be a dream.

There she was, in cutoff denim shorts and a snug black tank top. Her hair, a waterfall of thick, full waves was just calling for his fingers…

"Good morning." Olivia greeted brightly, her full lips spreading into a wide smile. It was too much. And to add to just how perfect this picture was, Olivia, his Livy was cooking breakfast. In his kitchen! Cooking! The savory smells of butter, bacon and the rustic warmth of coffee was permeating through the room.

"Don't move." Fitz said smiled. Olivia cocked her head, confused.

"Umm…I kind of need to check on the bacon, so too bad." She said, moving around with an ease he had never seen before. She lacked the intensity he normally saw. This morning, she was easy going, with a spring in her step.

It was funny how life turned out. How years of wanting something so bad, could just culminate into moments of harmony, he walked up behind her and embraced her, burying his face in her neck.

"Mm…" She moaned softly, as she tended to the sizzling pieces of bacon. Her body relaxed, melting at his touch. He ran his hands over her taut stomach, he could sense her smiling.

"Would it be weird to say this is the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed?" Fitz whispered in her ear. Olivia turned around, facing him, her brown eyes aglow with happiness. It was a refreshing change from yesterday…

"Oh, yeah and why is that?" She asked, playfully grinning at him. He pushed his body closer to hers, eliminating any pretense of space. He leaned his forehead towards hers.

"You are in my kitchen…cooking. Something I didn't even know you could do. It's like the celestial choirs of the heavens started singing when I walked into the kitchen this morning."

Olivia laughed, throwing her head back. "You were always a man of hyperbole."

"I thought I was a man of the people." He smirked, rubbing her shoulders.

She turned around and continued her cooking, turning her back to him. He stood there, loving every minute of it. He loved her soft skin, glowing from the day's sunlight. He loved the way she bit her lip when she was focused on something. The arch in her back, the elegant length of her neck…

"So I'm not sure if you are a fan of biscuits…"

"Biscuits? What are we in Kentucky?" Fitz joked, as he began playing with the waistband of Olivia's shorts. His fingers lightly grazing her hips, which was clearly breaking her concentration, considering the fact that her eyes were fluttering and she moaned softly.

"Stop, Fitz. You know I'm a southern girl." She said swatting his hand away playfully with a spatula.

He rolled his eyes. Olivia was hardly anyone's definition of a girl, let alone a southern one at that.

"Yeah, sure." Fitz said, taking a seat behind the granite counter top. Olivia smirked, putting her hands on her hips. He shook his head.

"What does that mean?" She sassed.

He could not help but laugh loudly. The Olivia Pope he knew hated, barbeque, country music, and would spend most of her time on campaign trails complaining on the accents of people down south. Anything remotely "heehaw" freaked her out.

"Liv, you hate everything about the south." She rolled her eyes, as she began dishing out plates of food.

"I grew up in Virginia."

"Arlington doesn't count. Especially the elitist enclave you grew up in."

"I resent that!" Olivia said her eyes wide with mock outrage. "Mr. Multiple properties. At least I didn't grow up with the freaking Kentucky Derby in my backyard."

Fitz rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Anyway, what's with the sudden cooking bout?" The spread was incredible. Fresh fruits, bacon, coffee, and yogurt.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I woke up, went for a run this morning. I did some paperwork that I brought with me and then I suddenly got hungry."

His hunger was suddenly becoming very different as she took a bit of a very plump strawberry. He loved how her lips housed the piece of fruit before biting into it.

"So where are these amazing-"

But before he could finish his sentence. She turned around, bending over and pulled out an expansive tray of fluffy biscuits.

He was a man of a big appetite. But he suddenly was too distracted by her rear as she bent over. The image was playing over and over again in his mind. Last night, had been all wrong. He loved the fact that she was so open and exposed emotionally, but she had been pretty closed off physically. His other appetite, the impulsive, sexual appetite that Olivia always triggered was hungry for flesh. He had done as honorable a job as possible, keeping his physical yearnings at bay.

But this was all becoming too much. He was seeing red. And if he didn't do something about it, he would explode.

"Fitz…Fitz…do you still want it?" She asked, waving her hands in his face. He snapped out of his haze, blinking profusely. She looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"What did you ask me?" He said, clearing his throat. His body was suddenly hot; he could feel his arousal rising…

"I asked you if you wanted one, but you…" She trailed off, looking searchingly at him as if trying to understand the sudden change in his mood.

"Liv…"

"Do you want…something not on this table?" Olivia asked slowly. Her eyes were aglow with sudden realization. She knew him better than that.

"Why do you say-"

"You have that look."

"What look?"

"The one you get, when you…get… worked up…And seeing that there isn't anyone in this room that you want to violently beat up, I'm guessing the only other reason you look like that is because you want to-"

"Fuck you senseless." Fitz said nodding. She shook her head understanding.

"Um…wow. Yeah. It's not like I don't want to. But we still have a lot to talk about. I mean, we haven't even talked about whether you want biscuits for breakfast let alone last night." She seemed slightly flustered. Almost like she was flattered beyond belief, which if it were even possible, made him much more worked up than possible.

He no longer had control of his mind. It had been completely taken over by his desire to have her. It had been too long. The whole thing, her cooking, last night, was too tempting to resist. He walked around the counter, grabbed her firmly by the hips and kissed her. It was one of those kisses that made both parties dizzy with need. He loved every second of it, her lips, her tongue, and the way she moaned when he ground himself into her.

"How about we make a deal. Give me a couple of hours, and then we can, talk."

"But what about breakfast?"

"Fuck breakfast."

"Oh…my…god…." Olivia sighed deeply, licking her lips with contentment. "I think you fucked my brain out. Honestly, I should hire a search party and look for it."

Fitz smiled. "I've been known to have that effect on women." Olivia rolled her eyes, sitting up gingerly.

The marathon sex session was comical in retrospect. Any conceivable position, every curse word had been exchanged. It was an interesting way to exorcise the demons of their relationship. Maybe not the most mature way, but it was what they did best.

"Hey you, where are you going?" Fitz said, softly stroking her bare back.

She shrugged. "Nowhere." The sun was hitting her just right. It was as if she were glowing.

"Now I remember why I love you in white…" he said hoarsely as she turned around to look at him. She winked, shrugging again, allowing the white sheets to fall off her, revealing her perfectly round breasts.

"So are we going to talk?" She asked, running her hand through her messy hair. It was wet with sweat.

Fitz did not want to wake up from this dream. He did not want to cope with reality. He never even wanted to leave this room. All he wanted to do was revel in the last few hours. He leaned forward, laying gentle kisses on her back, triggering a string of moans. But before he could do anything else, she seemed to snap back into reality.

"Fitz I'm serious. We need to talk about last night." She said firmly. He pulled away, leaning back on the headboard, closing his eyes.

As much as he always pressured Olivia into being more open about her feelings, he was enjoying the simplicity of them just enjoying each other. He did not want to return to her crying, her sad, him feeling as though he had somehow failed her.

He suddenly understood why she constantly would pull away. Her tears.

"What…do you want to actually-"

"Where is this going?" She asked, turning around and folding her legs. Her eyes were still a bit red from her violent orgasms.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean where we go Fitz. Last night, we talked, about our feelings, about Amanda Tanner and stuff, and while that's great, we need to not only talk about the past but the future. I'm not getting any younger and you are…well…mature."

Fitz laughed. "Liv, it's not a secret I'm older than you. Please-"

"Fine! You are older than I am. Happy."

"Loads."

"Anyway. I have a career, I'm successful and while I love you, and I love making breakfast for you, I don't want that to be my whole life. I love this house. And I'm sure we will create many memories together in it? I can't change my entire life… for you. I mean, I don't know how this is going to work with you here and me in D.C. And what about the kids. I mean, Karen and Gerry will need to know about us if I'm going to be in your life. Will Mellie be okay with her kids being around me?

She looked as though she had been bursting to say this. It was not something he ever really entertained. But she made good points. Olivia was, well…Olivia. He never really thought too much about their future in that regard. He lived in the moment, always fearful that his time with Olivia, like in the past would come to an end to fast.

However, those days were gone. He was a divorced man with two very gregarious children and a contemptuous ex-wife. He lived a very busy life, one that racked up a lot of flyer miles and public events. How would a relationship work? He could not just fly in to D.C a couple of times a week. He wanted the full Monty. Mornings together, sex in the afternoon (when they could find the time) and a home together.

"Well…I've never really weighed the options." He admitted. Olivia sighed.

"Exactly. And as lovely as this was, sex will not fix all of our problems."

"I know. But… I want to know what you want." He asked kindly, taking her by her arm and pulling her toward him. She cuddled into the crux of his arm, lying on his chest.

"I want…you. Entirely Fitz. I refuse to be second fiddle anymore. I want a real, normal people relationship."

"There goes that 'N' word again." Fitz said with mock melancholy in his voice, triggering a giggle from Olivia.

"Yes Fitz. We have to be normal. We are grownups now. We have to start acting like it."

"Huh? Grownups, I've always thought of myself of a…veteran of childhood." He said jokingly as Olivia turned to face him, resting her chin on his chest. She smirked.

"Funny. But seriously. How do we do this?"

Fitz smiled at her, rubbing her back as his mind worked slowly. It was an excellent question. How did he do this?

"Well, for starters, I start looking at real estate in D.C."

"Yeah?"

"Sure. I would fly out a few times to California for business. Do you want to move in together?"

Olivia blinked profusely. To say she looked stunned on belief was an understatement. "Liv?"

"Lord, have penance." She said, hopping up with excitement.

"I didn't know you were religious."

"No, it's not that but, I've never imagined us…actually talking about this?"

Fitz was confused. "Well of course. We are grownups, remember. That's what normal couples do."

"You don't say." Olivia said shell shocked. "So what-"

But before she could finish her thought, a ringing came. It was his cell phone. He had an uncomfortable sense of déjà vu. But this time, he knew better than to answer it. But Olivia shrugged.

"Go ahead. I've already cum anyway. Just don't answer my phone while you are in me, and the tears stay locked in." She said jokingly. He chuckled, grabbing his phone and answering it without even looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?"

"Fizzy!"

He palmed his face in his hand. "Hi mother."

"Hello, son, how are you?" She sounded elated for some reason.

"I'm fine, just taking a well-deserved break. Are you backing from St. Bart's?"

"Oh, yes darling, it was marvelous. Delightful people really. So, what are you doing?"

Fitz looked at Olivia who mouthed "Who is it?" He rolled his eyes and mouthed back. "My mom." She nodded knowingly.

He loved his mother. Honestly. She had always been one of the most important people in his life. Easy to talk to, kind and loving. An effective campaigner for him during his presidential elections with a political astuteness that rivaled Olivia's.

But she could also be brash, entirely inappropriate and a little to blunt for his taste. This had happened more so after his father had died years ago. In her loneliness, she had taken up exotic traveling, bizarre habits like bungee jumping and skydiving. He was convinced that she had suffered a very belated mid-life crisis.

"Oh, you know the usual. Just…"

"Fizzy, do you have a woman yet? Honestly, I worry about you. A man your age should not live life without having-"

"Mother! I'm not discussing my sex-"

"But I worry, you work all the time, it's only healthy. I remember what your father was like, always horned up. Your young-"

"I'm 50, hardly a spring chicken. Look, mother is-"

"Look, I was hoping you could help me with my luggage." She said suddenly. Fitz's brain stopped working suddenly. What the hell?

"Why would I do that? You are all the way in-"

"Surprise! I'm right outside the gate. I thought I should visit you! Bake you your favorite pie, horseback ride. I have so much to tell you. I might stay for a week, maybe three."

"You are here?" He asked incredulous. This was all wrong. His perfect week was going to hell in a hand basket. This was not supposed to happen. Much to his dismay, Olivia was giggling uncontrollably, her fist in her mouth to keep from making too much noise.

"Of course, come out to say hi to your Mummy. Or do you want me to-"

"No!" He yelled. "Stay. Stay right there. I'll be out in a second." He hung up.

"Can I just say I love your mother? She's awesome!" Olivia said laughing herself senseless.

"It's not funny."

"Suit yourself."

"Come on, let's get dressed before she burst into here and starts giving you pointers on karma sutra." He joked.

"Well, I don't think we need any pointers." Olivia said, rolling out of bed and starting to dress.

Fitz rolled his eyes. "Well, I guess, this is what happens to normal people. Meeting the parents."

Olivia laughed. "Yeah, you bet. So I guess this means we have to keep it down during sex for the rest of the week?" She winked at him.

"Knowing my mother, that should be the least of our worries."