The pancake breakfast was definitely an….experience. That's the only way Olivia could describe it. Eating pancakes and trying to carry on a conversation with constituents about your candidate's platform while said candidate occasionally shot you knowing glances about the things you did together the previous night was quite distracting. Olivia lost her train of thought more than once while she was in the middle of talking about Fitz's economic strategy. After she finished eating, she decided that the best course of action would be to jump from table to table—skipping Fitz's table, of course—to engage with the other voters and answer any questions they may have about Fitz. Olivia made her way to a table three over and to the left of where Fitz sat and began talking to an older woman who seemed ready to pepper Olivia (or any Grant staffer) with questions.

Fitz surreptitiously watched Olivia make her way around the room. He enjoyed watching the way her tight black pencil skirt hugged her thighs and ass. Her silk stocking clad legs and her ubiquitous stilettos were making his eyes quite happy. The silk white blouse with the delicate and feminine pearl buttons wasn't as tight as the skirt, but Fitz could clearly see the outline of her breasts. After having been around Olivia for the past couple of weeks, Fitz knew that she wasn't one for showing over her cleavage—but the two pearl buttons that were left undone was enough to make Fitz's imagination go wild. Lucky for him, his imagination now had the benefit of warm and soft fact. Fitz didn't know if it was purposeful—and he knew it was mainly just wishful thinking—but his Livvie could have passed for a naughty librarian. All she needed was a pair of black rimmed glasses. Fitz shook his head quickly to rid that image from his head. His Livvie was enough of a distraction without those extra thoughts. Now was neither the time nor place; but when Fitz saw Olivia sit and cross one luscious thigh over the other, his resolve was tested even more. He averted his eyes from her body and purposely turned his body so that he faced the person directly across from him to engage them in conversation.

And so it went. Olivia and Fitz walked around the room, with Olivia purposely avoiding him as much she could. That plan of action worked pretty well for her up until the prayer meeting portion of the day. Olivia thought that it would be an actually meeting—like, in an auditorium with chairs in the shape of a circle so that they could all look at each other while they quoted and read scripture. But, no, they had to go in an actual church for a full service and then have the round table discussion. Olivia didn't know who's idea that was, but she didn't care for it—she didn't care for it because she found her herself seated very closely to Fitz in the second row pew. Somehow, Cyrus ended up sitting a few people away from she and Fitz, so he couldn't be used as a buffer between the two. And despite the fact that staffers acted like bookends surrounding Olivia and Fitz on either side, it didn't stop Fitz from trying to be overly touchy with Olivia.

The pastor stood at the altar and gave a sermon that Olivia found hard to concentrate on because she was too busy focusing on the feel of Fitz's thigh pressed against her own. Occasionally he'd lean over and whisper something campaign related in her ear, grasping her thing in the process. But Olivia wasn't dumb; everything Fitz told her was something innocuous that could wait until later to discuss. She knew he only did that as a way to get even closer to her, to touch her in public without it being as issue. Olivia didn't lie to herself, she loved it, but she had to put a stop to it.

Olivia leaned over and whispered softly in Fitz's ear, "Fitz, this isn't the time or place for this! We're in public, we're in a church!" Olivia leaned away from him and grabbed a bible from in front of her. She opened it and tried to follow along with the pastor.

Smirking, Fitz leaned over, his mouth so very close to his Livvie's ear. "I'm not doing anything. I had these thoughts about the campaign and wanted to let you know before they slipped my mind." Fitz went back to his upright position and looked at the pastor. He nodded when the pastor made a point that had the congregation nodding in agreement.

Once again Olivia leaned over and whispered somewhat roughly, "Jesus didn't die for this! Stop trying to feel me up in church!"

Then, Olivia felt a tap on her shoulder. She guessed Fitz felt the same tap because they both turned around at the same time and saw Cyrus giving them a look of abject disapproval. Cyrus gave them a "stop messing around and pay attention!" look and Olivia felt that she'd been scolded by her dad. She turned around in a slight huff and spent the next hour starring at the pastor, and kneeling and standing when appropriate. Fitz behaved himself for the rest of the service and throughout the actual prayer meeting.

After the prayer meeting, the Grant campaign head back to the tour bus to begin their journey to Alabama. Upon getting on the bus, Olivia once again stayed away from Fitz. Upon seeing Olivia seated toward the front of the bus and across the isle from Cyrus, all Fitz could do was grin. He knew what she was doing—she was trying to get back at him for his behavior in the church. He supposed he deserved it. But what did she expect? It was the morning after their first night and day of love making, of course he wanted to touch her! Fitz wished he could have cancelled today's prayer meeting and pancake breakfast just to stay in his hotel room all day with Olivia. They could have spent the day making love, watching movies, and ordering room service. Something as simple as that would have made him the happiest man on Earth.

As Fitz took seat near the somewhat deserted back of the bus, Olivia sat in her seat and stared at her cell phone. Karen had sent her pictures of prospective winter formal gowns. One by one Olivia went through the pictures, each dress modeled by Karen herself. Immediately Olivia mentally crossed off a few the dresses; she knew that Fitz, already breaking one of his rules by allowing Karen to go to the dance, would not approve of a dress that an excessive amount of skin. Olivia zeroed in on a blush pink flowy gown with a sweetheart neckline. It was gorgeous, feminine, age appropriate and the color would look nice on Karen's tanned skin. Olivia flicked the photos off of her screen and when into her phone's contacts, looking for Karen's name. Upon finding her information, she pressed dial, put the phone to the here ear and listened to three rings before she heard "Liv!"

"Hi sweetie, how are you?" Liv asked, as she leaned further back into her seat.

"I'm great. Did you get the dress pictures I sent you? I need to go back and get the dress by tomorrow, the dance is 11 days away! I'm already so late in my preparations…" Karen said, rambling on in her excitement. Olivia just listened and smiled to herself. She remembered being overly excited about her first dance, too, so she couldn't help but smile at Karen's rambling.

"I did see the pictures and I definitely have a favorite. But I have to tell you, you know that blue dress is out, right? Your dad would never go for that! The slit is way too high and the v neck dips to low. I think your father would want to handcuff your wrist to his and never let you out of his site!" Olivia said, laughing.

"Ha ha, yea I know. I just wanted to try it on," Karen said. "It was pretty, but I knew it wouldn't be ok with dad. Mom liked it, though."

"Hmmm," was Olivia's only response to that. "Anyway, I love the pink one with the sweetheart neck. I thought it looked lovely on you."

"Funnily enough," Karen said and gave pause "that's my favorite too! I'm so happy you like it. I think dad would like it too."

"Yes I think so. Do you want me to show him the picture, or do you want to send it to him yourself?" Olivia asked the teen.

"It doesn't matter, he'll see it eventually. Daddy promised that he'd be able to make a quick trip home so that he could see me off and put some fear into Jeremy," Karen said, giggling. She knew her father was harmless and wouldn't embarrass her in front of her date.

Olivia ran down their schedule in her head. Super Tuesday was in exactly one week. Once that was over and Fitz won, he would have a small reprieve to go home for a bit. This actually worked out very well, since Olivia knew Fitz wouldn't want to miss his daughter's first formal dance.

"Ok sweetie. How's your brother doing?" Olivia asked; she hadn't spoken to or seen Gerry in a while.

"He's ok, still being a brat. Nothing new," Karen said dismissively.

"Well, tell him I said hello and that I'll shoot him a quick email soon, ok?" said Olivia, to which Karen gave an affirmative response. They spoke for a few more minutes, as Karen wanted Olivia's opinion on hairstyles and the type of makeup to go with the dress.

When Olivia was about to say goodbye to the teen, Karen stunned her and asked, "So, Liv. I was wondering if you could come to California next week too? I mean, I'd love it if you could be there and meet Jeremy and everything."

Olivia didn't know what to say to this. There was no way she could explain going to the Grant family ranch to onlookers—or Cyrus. Of course Olivia wanted to go; she wanted to see Karen and she didn't want to be separated from Fitz. But…

"Karen, that's so sweet but…" Olivia began.

"Oh please Liv? I mean, it's because of you that I even get to go! You talked dad into it!" said Karen, trying her best to persuade Olivia into seeing things from her point of view.

"Oh Karen. Of course I'd like to come. But even though your dad will have a small break, Cyrus and I still have the campaign to run. And, who says your mom would want me staying at your house?" Olivia had to through that last bit in there. Mellie liked Olivia, as fair as Olivia knew. But staying in the woman's house when she was sleeping with her husband was just too much for Olivia to think about.

"Of course mom won't care! We have more than enough space! And, oh my God, I can totally talk to Uncle Cy and ask that the both of you come to the ranch! It will just be an overnight trip. You have a laptop, we have wifi—you can do all of our work here!" Karen kept pressing on.

"But Karen—" Olivia began and was cut off, once again, by the energetic girl.

"Liv, by that time dad would have killed in Super Tuesday. All that would be left, really, is trying to find his VP. You can do that from here."

Olivia had no choice but to agree. "Yes, that's true."

"Great! I'll run it by mom and text you with what she says. I appreciate this so much Liv! And the little brat will love to see you too!"

"Ok Karen. Listen, I have to go. Say hi to your brother for me, ok? I'll talk to you soon."

After hanging up, Olivia made her way toward the back of the bus. Olivia could see that Fitz had his nose buried in bunch of loose papers he was flipping through. Fitz was so engrossed that he didn't even see Olivia walk up to his row and sit down right next to him.

"Livvie. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Fitz wiggled his eyebrows while grinning at her. He put the papers into a manila folder in had resting on his lap. He looked over at her. "I had the distinct impression that you were mad at me."

Olivia looked at him with what she hoped was a look of annoyance. "I am mad at you. But, I wanted to show you something."

"Oh really? What is it that you have to show me?" Once again Fitz wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Olivia pulled up the photos of Karen on her phone and flipped through until she got to the pink dress. Handing Fitz the phone, Olivia looked him and tried to gauge his feelings about the picture.

Fitz held the phone in his hand and just stared at the picture of his little girl. "She's so beautiful," he said, his voice in awe.

Olivia nodded her agreement. "Yes she is. This is the dress she decided on after we spoke about it." Fitz nodded. He loved the fact that Olivia got along with his children. It was nice that they had another adult they felt comfortable with enough to talk about their problems. But it also made his heart ache. He could see that Olivia would be a great mother. Given how well she got along with his children, it made Fitz think about Olivia being his kids' step mom. This all only served to reiterate to him how fucked up his life was right now. Here he was in love with another woman and picturing her as his kids' step-mom despite still being married to his kids' mom. Thinking about it, Fitz knew he'd be good fodder for a talk show host like Oprah or Dr. Phil.

Olivia couldn't even begin to imagine the thoughts flowing through Fitz's head. She just sat back and closed her eyes for the rest of the five hour drive to their destination city in Alabama. She was tired from the lack of decent sleep the previous night. She put her hand on the seat in between she and Fitz and wasn't surprised when, not a full two seconds later she felt his hand caressing hers. Fitz picked up her delicate hand and quickly placed a light kiss on it, taken advantage of the fact that the last three rows of the bus was empty. He put her hand back down and let her sleep, which he went back to reading his papers.

It was a bit after 6pm when they made it to their next hotel. Olivia gathered her bags and quickly made her way to her hotel room before Fitz could catch up with her. In her room, the placed her toiletries in the bathroom and then rifled through her suitcase to find an outfit for the next day's speaking engagement. This time she wasn't rushed, so she was able to iron her clothes and pick out her wardrobe without time looming over her. After relieving herself in the bathroom, she washed her hands then looked at her reflection in the mirror. Despite the long bus ride, Olivia looked somewhat refreshed and her makeup was still in place. She grabbed her Goyard bag and made her way to the hotel's dining area to eat with the group.

Once she made her way downstairs, she saw, once again, that the only free chair was right besides Fitz. Olivia shook her head and gave a small grin as she walked toward the table. This time, Fitz's "Olivia Radar" worked; he turned his head and saw her walking toward him with a smile on her face. She placed her bag on her chair and turned around to grab food from the buffet. When she got back to the table, she saw that Fitz had placed her bag out of her way on the chair's arm. Olivia sat down and began eating, and tried to figure out exactly what Fitz, Cyrus, and Jeanine were talking about.

"Cy, I know that tomorrow's speech is a big one. We're a week away from Super Tuesday. I know that every bit counts, you don't have to keep saying the same thing over and over again," Fitz said as her twirled his spaghetti around the tongs of the fork. Olivia watched him out of the corner of her eye and he brought the fork to his mouth. Seeing him slip the single strand of spaghetti made her think of Lady and the Tramp, and she wished they could re-enact that famous scene of Lady kissing the Tramp after unknowingly trying to devour the same piece of spaghetti. Olivia turned her head to focus on her own plate of food and stabbed a meatball with her fork and bringing it to her mouth. While chewing she heard Jeanine say something but didn't really pay attention until Cyrus called her name.

"Liv. Liv! What do you think?" Cyrus asked her pointedly.

Olivia swallowed the meatball and took a sip of water. "I think Fitz is ready. He has a great chance of winning. He knows what he has to do."

"Thank you Olivia! Now, everyone, let's eat and enjoy this early night!" Fitz gave her a small nod and patted her on the thigh and went back to his plate of spaghetti.

When it was time to retire for the night, Fitz found himself alone in his hotel room. Once again, he and Liv shared the floor. This time, however, she did go into her room. He didn't understand why Liv didn't spend the night again. The floor was pretty much deserted, and Cyrus was one floor above them this time. But he didn't fight her. Sometimes fighting with Olivia Pope was just too much to handle. Fitz figured that he'd give her her space and just hoped that she didn't regret anything between them.

After showering, Fitz lay in the bed with the tv turned to the news. He had called Karen and Gerry to check on them and was now reviewing his speech. He knew it by heart, but reviewed in anyway, making mental notes and small marks in the places where he thought an ad-lib may work. When that was finished, he looked over at the clock. The digital clock read 10:30 PM in bright green. He called the hotel desk and set a 7:45 wake up call, put his speech on the night stand and turned off the tv. After that he flipped the nearby switch which turned off all of the lights. Though he'd rather share the bed with Livvie, he was going to take advantage of the early night.

It was just after midnight when Olivia stuck the keycard into Fitz's room door. She was able to get an extra one when she told one of the clerks at the front desk that Fitz misplaced his key and she needed another. Olivia heard the small "snick" of the latch being released and slowly pushed the door open and softly closed in behind her. She walked slowly into the room; his room was likely shaped like hers, but she didn't know whether or not she'd trip over any of Fitz's things. She was able to make her way to the bed without issue. Olivia began discarding her clothes—she only had on a pair of leggings and a long sweater with a pair of skippies. She'd already showered and had on a fresh—and skimpy—bra and panty set.

There was a thin stream of moonlight that filtered into the room, which helped Olivia determine Fitz's position in the bed. With only her bra and panties on, Olivia made her way to the unoccupied side of the bed and slowly and carefully pulled back the covers and slid in. Fitz never moved. Luckily for Olivia, Fitz lay on his back with an arm thrown her head. Olivia pulled the covers off of Fitz and took him in. He was naked saved for his boxers.

Olivia was on a mission. She carefully reached for Fitz's boxers and stuck her hand through the hole. She kept an eye on Fitz to make sure he didn't wake. Once Olivia way able to pull out Fitz's semi erect cock, Olivia looked at it and licked her lips. In their two previous encounters, she hadn't had a chance to please Fitz orally, but that was about to be rectified right now. She lay down next to him, with her head level with his cock and slowly took him in her mouth, laving her tongue against the head of his penis. Her mouth continued sucking while her hand jerked his softly.

This went on for a few minutes before Fitz realized that he wasn't dreaming and that his Livvie was really in his bed working wonders with her mouth on his cock. He pushed himself, his upper body weight resting on his elbows and waiting a minute for his eyes to adjust to only the moonlight. There, he saw Olivia with her pouty lips wrapped around his cock and he wanted to cum right then and there.

"Fuck. Livvie. You're so good at this," was all Fitz was able to get out of his mouth as Olivia's other hand began playing with his balls. It was becoming too much for him and he told her so. With two more sucks, Olivia removed her mouth from him and sat up. Fitz flipped on the lamp that rested on the nightstand nearest to him. When he saw the demi cup black bra Olivia wore, his mouth dropped. The bra barely covered her nipples and Fitz was happy for that.

"You look so fucking sexy, Livvie." Fitz couldn't even think about the fact that Livvie was in his hotel room. He didn't care. He just wanted her badly. He would never not want her.

Olivia got off of the bed and stood the floor and gave Fitz a little twirl so that he could get the full effect of her lingerie. Then she slowly peeled the two skimpy pieces of lace off of her body. Fitz wasted no time pulling his boxers off. Naked, Olivia got back on the bed and got on top of Fitz, slowing sinking her body onto his penis. Her body was ready to take him in, and did so without much resistance. Once completely sheathed within her, Liv rode Fitz slowly. It was as if she was dancing on top of him, and using her ballet knowledge to her advantage. Fitz could tell that Olivia had a song in her head that she was moving to, and he promised himself that he'd ask her what it was so that he could listen to it and think of her.

Fitz played with her breasts, squeezing them and reaching up to take a nipple in his mouth. As Olivia sped up her movements, Fitz sat up so that they could be face to face while she continued to ride him. Their lips were locked and his hand flicking her clit as she came, with him not too far behind her. Like the night before, Fitz got a warm clothe from bathroom to clean her up before pulling her close to his body after turning off the light.

"How'd you get a key to the room," he asked after he regained full control of his brain.

"I told the front desk that you'd lost your key and needed another. They didn't even bat an eye," Olivia said, with an obvious smile on her face.

"You're a smart woman, Olivia Pope."

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update! Life has gotten in the way—plus, I spent time writing the Secret Service Agent Musings one shot. Please read and review!

Happy 2013 to everyone!

PS: Shout out to my buddy babycakebriauna! I threw that "Jesus didn't die for this!" line in just for her!