A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! My laptop's been having issues and I had to rewrite this chapter twice because it crashed and then my file was corrupted.

Hope you enjoy it anyway!

After their shower, Fitz can't contain himself any longer. His fingers dig into Olivia's ass as he carries her back to the bed and gently lowers her onto the mattress. He settles between her legs, kissing her deeply and passionately, with no restraint; she's sure she could never get enough. She feels one of his hands trail over her stomach and move to her center as he makes sure she's ready for him.

"Give it to me." Her voice is so sex drunk and breathless with seduction, it doesn't even sound like her own. She claws at his back with manicured nails and gasps when his thumb grazed over her clit. "Want you."

Fitz doesn't need to be asked twice; his lips find the spot below her ear that makes her writhe as he rocks into her. It starts slow and sensual, with him taking his time to make her feel good and it makes her wonder if when he'd shown up that morning, he'd vowed to not only tell her he loved her but prove just how much, too. There's something so familiar and comforting about it; they're totally in sync with each other, matching their rhythm perfectly. But it isn't nearly enough.

"You don't have to be so gentle with me, baby." Olivia purrs lowly after a while, scraping her nails up his spine to bury them in the damp curls at the nape of his neck. "I'm better now… You can be rough – if you like..."

Fitz sinks his teeth into her neck and stills his body against hers. "Is that what you would like?"

"Uh – I…" She lets out a trembling breath, hugging her thighs tighter around his torso.

"Tell me, Livvie." He growls as he draws her earlobe between his teeth and nips softly.

"Please. I want it rough." Olivia's squirming beneath him, desperate for him to start moving again. "Please."

Suddenly Fitz pulls out and kneels up on the bed, his hands tap against her hips. "Up. I wanna take you from behind."

He watches her flip over and get on her knees in front of him, leaning down to rest her head on her forearms in front of her. His hands run up the curve of her back and slide back down to the base of her spine. She's about to throw him an impatient glance over her shoulder when she feels his palm slap down against her ass. She draws in a sharp breath through her teeth and a slow grin spreads across her face. Another spank on her other cheek comes a little harder than the first and she has to stifle a moan. With every slap that lands on her ass, he earns a gasp of pain and a whimper of pleasure from her parted lips. He loses count after the fifth or sixth spank but when her hands move to grip onto the sheets and she flexed her hips back, ready and waiting for his next hit against her reddened cheeks, he can't wait anymore.

Fitz thrusts his cock deep into her and causes a guttural moan to sound from low in her throat. Olivia feels his fingers run up her back to tangle in her damp curls and then with his other hand laid flat on her stomach, he pulls her by her hair to kneel up with him. Holding her firmly against him, he begins to rock into her, setting a strong, steady pace. As he claims her neck with his teeth, angling her head back to rest on his shoulder to get better access, she moans softly and tries to keep up with him.

"Missed you… so much." Olivia gasps out, pushing her hips back to meet his to help him go deeper, faster, harder.

Fitz frees his hand from her soft curls and drops it to squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, forcing another husky moan from her lips. His mouth curves against her shoulder into a smirk. "Missed you too."

They stop talking after that. Their rhythm picks up and Fitz is pounding into her, hitting that sweet spot inside of her that makes her cry out with every thrust. Olivia takes his hand spread out on her stomach and drags it down between her thighs. He lets her guide him and show him how she wants him to touch her. His fingertips strokes her clit in tiny circles and her body clenches impossibly tight around him; she isn't going to be able to hold on for much longer. She whimpers helplessly and reaches behind, burying both her hands in his hair.

An intense, drawn-out groan leaves Fitz's throat. "Feels so good… I'm gonna come."

Olivia's lips part and a near scream escapes her as she climaxes, shaking through it. Her inner muscles flutter around his erection and squeeze him until he buries his face in the soft juncture between her neck and her shoulder. His orgasm wrecks him and he muffles a deep grunt against her heated skin, panting and shuddering as he spills inside her.

Fitz carefully disentangles himself from her and turns her trembling body over in his arms. She allows him to pull her down to lie on his heaving chest as their breathing slows down. He trails a hand down her back to massage her ass, gently soothing her sensitive skin there.

"We should clean up," Olivia mutters after a while, wrinkling her nose a little at the uncomfortable stickiness between her thighs.

"Not yet," Fitz grumbles petulantly, folding his arms around her tighter. "Wanna cuddle now."

"We can cuddle all you want after!" She giggles, leaning down to kiss him softly before wriggling out of his grip to escape to the bathroom, where he reluctantly joins her a minute or two later.

After cleaning up Fitz gets his way; Olivia is contentedly curled up in his embrace, her head tucked in the crook of his neck.

"Can we talk now?" Her voice is low, like she doesn't want to disturb the comfortable silence they've fallen into.

He edges back slightly, studying her face for a moment. "If you really want to."

"I think we should…" Olivia sits up in bed, keeping a sheet wrapped around her. "We have things to discuss."

Fitz fixes her with a bemused look. "And what exactly do you want to talk about?"

"Listen… We have to be smart if we're going to make our relationship work. Things have to be different this time around." She continues, trying to keep her tone serious. "So tell me, what do you want?"

"I just want you." He states like it's the most obvious thing in the world and he reaches out for her waist.

"Fitz," She catches his hands in hers and settles them in her lap. "I mean it. We've never had a problem with the sexual side of our relationship, I'm talking about communication… If we're getting back together I want to do it right. What can I do to make you happy?"

Fitz looks a little taken aback for a second, then his eyes drift to the ceiling as he gives it more thought. "Make time for us. We've never had the luxury of both of us being more available."

"I can do that." Olivia nods. A faint smile touches her lips and she squeezes his fingers gently. "Anything else?"

"Well, this is a start but I think we have to be more honest with each other. If you love me, you can't hide things from me." His expression is pensive, his brows knit together.

"I know, you're right. I'm trying." Her eyes fall to their entwined fingers in her lap. "I don't want there to be any secrets between us. I want you to know everything…"

"Is there something you need to tell me?" He asks gently, sensing her hesitance to elaborate further.

"I'm sorry for denying my feelings for you for so long… I was just scared. You scare me." Olivia's eyes turn glassy with unshed tears. Fitz lifts a hand to gently cup her jaw as she continues. "I spent this past month trying to fight it and it took me too long to admit to myself that I still love you... I never stopped loving you."

"Livvie, it's okay. It's not easy for you."

"It's not okay… I want to change that though. You've always been so open with your feelings for me and I wish I could be the same." She shakes her head softly, exhaling a quiet sigh. "You deserve to hear it more from me. It's just –"

"Difficult." He finishes for her with a small smile. "I know."

"I do though… I love you. You know that, right?"

Fitz pulls her back down to tuck her under his arm and presses his lips to her forehead in a sweet kiss. "Tomorrow you can fly back to Vermont with me early."

"Fitz, I'd love to but I can't. I have to work." Olivia sighs inwardly as she toys with the hairs on his chest.

"Actually I've taken care of that." He tells her simply and she cranes her neck to look at him with a questioning frown creasing her forehead. "I spoke to Huck. He said he's more than happy for you to do whatever work you can from Vermont. Unless… You don't want to come…"

"Don't be silly. Of course I do, baby." She bites back a grin and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, pressing her face against his neck. "I was going to spend the week viewing apartments but I guess it can wait until I'm back."

"You're looking for a place in D.C.?"

"I can't keep living out of hotel rooms and suitcases now that I know for sure I'm sticking around."

"I guess. I still can't believe you sold your apartment though." Fitz utters wistfully and she can tell he's probably reminiscing about all the moments they'd shared in her old home as his eyes drift to a close.

"After six months of being away, I vowed I'd never come back, so it made sense to sell at the time… But now this is the perfect fresh start." Olivia's lips curve into a brilliant smile. "And we can make better memories at my new place."

He hums quietly in agreement. When he's silent for a while, she figures he's fallen asleep and leans over to switch the bedside lamp off.

"Liv?" His voice sounds suddenly from the darkness, startling her a little.

"What?"

"Is there anything you want me to do for you?"

Olivia contemplates his question; her own needs hadn't even crossed her mind, she just wants to make him happy.

"Just try to be patient with me… That's all I can ask for."

Fitz's arms tighten around Olivia and his lips find her forehead as he kisses her delicately. "Of course, baby."

As soon as Olivia steps through the front door, she's almost knocked off her feet by Rufus, excitedly jumping up to greet her. Fitz follows behind her, carrying her bags for her, ever the chivalrous gentleman.

"Hi, baby boy!" She's crouching down for Rufus, tousling his fur and pressing tiny kisses all over his head. "Did you miss me?"

Rufus barks in response, confirming the answer to her question and she giggles. Fitz frowns a little as he sets her bags down behind the couch.

"What about me, buddy? Aren't you pleased to see me?" He pats his legs, trying to beckon Rufus over to him.

"Don't be jealous, Mister." Olivia taunts him playfully and Rufus remains fixed in his position, contentedly sitting with her until she gives him a final ruffle of his ears then rises to her feet.

Fitz watches him trot out of the room without so much as a glance in his direction and he feigns offense. "So much for a nice welcome home."

"I can't help that he loves me more than you." Her heels click against the stone floor as she steps towards him and she slides her arms around his shoulders. "He's just happy to have his favorite back."

"I guess that makes two of us then." A lopsided grin tugs at his mouth and his arms circle her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

"If I didn't have work to catch up on I'd give you the welcome home you deserve." Olivia utters with a faint smile, her eyes darkening when his hands slide down her back to cup her ass. "Fitz –"

"You know damn well you're not getting away with teasing me like that." Fitz kisses her, sucking at her bottom lip and drawing it between his teeth to nip it softly. He feels her fingers thread through his hair and he smirks, knowing her resolve is fading. "Be a bad girl: put it off until later."

"I don't procrastinate for just any reason, I'll need some convincing." Olivia leans back in his arms to gauge his reaction. "And I'm still a little sore from last night…"

"Well, I guess I'll just have to be very, very gentle then." Fitz brushes his lips over hers so delicately she barely feels it.

"Give me twenty minutes to make some calls." Olivia relents, swiping her tongue at the corner of her lips as she tilts her head. "And then… I'll be all yours."

True to her word, twenty minutes after she's called Huck and a couple of their clients, she find Fitz waiting for her in the bedroom, just wearing his boxers, kneeling by the fire. He's lit candles, laid out a sheet for them on the rug and opened a bottle of wine; he beckons her over and patiently waits for her as she strips out of her clothes.

And now, Fitz is giving her the most sensual massage, working her tired muscles with his hands. Olivia's back arches as she exhales a deep sigh of pleasure. Of all the things she's missed about Fitz, this is one thing she hadn't realized how much she'd needed. Her body is aching for relief that only he can give to her.

"That feel good?" A tiny smirk touches his lips. He pauses to pour more massage oil onto her skin.

"Yes." Her eyes flutter to a close as he sweeps his palms down her spine and over her ass, gently rubbing the oil into her tender skin. "I forgot how talented you are with your hands."

"You should let me do this more often. Besides, you know I enjoy any opportunity to get you naked." He reasons with a quiet chuckle. He moves lower to massage her thighs.

"I may have to take you up on that offer, baby." Olivia's lips curve into a tiny smile when he begins to apply pressure to her tight muscles in all the right places, without being asked. "Nobody knows my body like you."

"You know, this is what I had in mind when I called you last week. I could've been there... If you'd let me." Fitz feels her tense up beneath his fingertips. They haven't spoken about Jake's unexpected appearance since it'd happened, but he's been waiting for a moment to bring it up.

"Fitz…"

"I'm worried about you."

"You don't need to be." Her tone is harsher than she intends for it to sound.

"Liv –"

"I'm fine."

He heaves a sigh. "I know you're not. What he did to you, what you went through… It was unspeakable. You said it yourself, he destroyed you. That kind of damage doesn't just disappear."

"I don't want to talk about it right now." She throws a furtive glance over her shoulder at him.

"I know, sweetheart," Fitz speaks softly to her, like she's a timid bird ready to fly away. "But when are you ever going to want to talk about it?"

Olivia's brows draw together in a troubled frown. "It's not something I even like to think about, let alone talk about."

"You don't have to pretend with me… I know seeing him must've reopened old wounds and brought back a lot of unwanted feelings for you." He resumes his massage as he speaks, smoothing his hands over her taut calves. "Just… Let me be here for you. I'll take care of you, okay? You just have to let me."

"I know." She exhales quietly, blinking back tears that form in her eyes. "I was so scared. I wanted you there but I didn't want you to feel pressure to drop everything for me."

"I would never think like that, like you're a chore." Shaking his head, he continues rubbing firmly into her tired muscles. "Next time you're hurt or scared or upset, I'll be there."

"Okay." Olivia doesn't have the energy to fight him, especially when it's what she knew she needed.

Fitz is silent after that, working every knot and ache from the tips of her toes, back up to the base of her neck. Without being prompted, Olivia rolls onto her back and locks eyes with him as she reaches up to bunch a fist in his hair, tugging him down for a sensuous kiss. Her lips part with a soft sigh when he presses the heels of his hands in slow circles against her stomach. She lies back, letting him take over and finish massaging every inch of remaining untouched skin.

When Fitz finally cups her breasts, a hot, breathy moan shudders from Olivia's throat. His fingers are gentle, squeezing her supple flesh with just the right amount of pressure. Her spine arches and head tilts back, the feeling of him softly massaging her breasts is making wetness pool between her thighs. His thumbs draw circles around her stiffened nipples and her breath hitches.

"Fitz…" Her voice comes out in a needy whine. She reaches out to slide her hands up his thighs and hooks her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. "Take these off. Now."

Fitz gladly obeys her order. He quickly removes his underwear and when he moves to press himself between her legs, she hooks her thigh over his hip and pins him on his back.

"I wanna ride you, wanna go slow."

Olivia's eyes are black with lust as she licks her lips, gazing down at him through dark lashes. Fitz swallows hard at her assertive, seductive tone, watching as she pushes herself up in his lap. Her hands wrap around his stiffening erection and his hips jerk as she finally touches him. She gently drags the tip of his cock along her slit, coating him with the evidence of own state of arousal, as if he needs proof of just how turned on she is.

"Livvie." A low growl of impatience escapes him and he places his hands on her thighs but doesn't push her, allowing her a rare moment of dominance over him.

"Shhh... In a minute. Just – let me..." She hushes his pleas as she dips her hips, sliding the head of his cock between her folds to rub against her clit.

Olivia moves slow, so slow, drawing ragged breaths panting from Fitz's lips. She has every intention of drawing out her relentless teasing; he's convinced she's going to be the death of him. She feels him throb in her hands. Her thumb gathers the wetness leaking from the tip and she sweeps it down his length with masterful precision.

Fitz's short nails dig into her thighs as Olivia takes one of her hands and brings it between her thighs. With two fingers she circles her clit firmly and unhurriedly, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. It's torture for him, watching her touch herself and grind her hips down against her hand, but he refrains from taking control. Her mouth falls open as she moans in pleasure and he can't take his eyes off her.

When Olivia strokes him again with her free hand, she feels him tense for a brief second before he relaxes into it with a soft groan. She works him up and down, a few times before he lifts a hand to grasp her wrist, stilling her movements.

"Stop... Ah Liv, please – I'm not gonna last if you keep that up." Fitz admits with a rueful smile and she finally concedes, guiding him to her slick opening.

They both groan when Olivia finally lowers herself onto him. The feeling of him plunging so deeply into her is enough to take the air out of her lungs and make her eyes slam shut. She allows herself a few seconds to adjust to him and just breathe before she begins to kneel up, taking his hands and threading her fingers between his. Her hips rock deep and slow over his in a controlled pace; he just has to grit his teeth and endure it.

All Fitz can do is watch Olivia's body writhe on top of him, her skin glistening with a mix of massage oil and sweat, illuminated by the fire. He's pretty certain he's the luckiest man alive.

Olivia pulls back for a second to tilt her hips, adjusting her angle to take him even deeper. Fitz lets out a shuddering moan as she sinks back down on him, holding her steady so she can use him for leverage. Her pace quickens almost imperceptibly but it's enough for him to grip her hands tighter and clench his jaw. Her head tips back with a moan when she arches herself, making him hit her g-spot with added pressure. The delicious friction of her body grinding on top of him is too much, too slow for him to remain still anymore. His hips snap up and she cries out, trembling at the feeling of him buried so deep inside her. He misses her lips, craves the taste of her tongue; with a gentle tug on her hands, he pulls her down against his chest to kiss her fervently.

"Livvie, baby..." Fitz murmurs into her mouth, breathing her in.

Before she can allow herself to get too lost in his kisses, Olivia uses his flat stomach to push herself up so she's straddling him again. Her pace picks up and he meets her rhythm, thrusting up into her with every roll of her hips, feeling her pulse and quiver around him.

"Fitz, I need – oh..."

Her soft plea is cut off when Fitz lays his palm against her lower abdomen, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He can feel her stomach pulling tight beneath his fingertips and her back arches as she loses what little control she still has, climaxing hard with a breathless cry. And suddenly the pressure of her body overwhelming his is too much; he moans throatily as he finds his release. As they come down their intense lovemaking, he moves to roll them over with ease and settles between her thighs.

"Told you the fireplace was a good idea. Love making love to you in front of it." Fitz mumbles against her lips and she hums in agreement. He drops a hand down to squeeze her ass playfully. "I should spank you more often if it means you ride me like that."

"Mmm, you should." Olivia's lips curve into a dreamy smile. She lifts her chin to trail lazy kisses along his jawline. "Want me to draw you a bath?"

"Only if you'll join me. I want you naked for at least… three days?" He muses with a smirk as her fingers weave in his hair, pushing back an errant curl.

"Mister, you are insatiable."

"You make me crazy. Can't get enough of you." And as if he needed to prove his point, Fitz dips his head and sinks his teeth into her neck, eliciting a giggly squeal from Olivia's lips.

A/N: So I know this was a mostly a filler chapter, but I'm enjoying writing them just being together without so much angst for a change. I hope you liked it. Also, how did you find the How to Get Away with Scandal crossover? I loved it. Seeing Annalise and Olivia together was everything I ever needed and so much more. And I'm really, really happy to see Olivia and Fitz healing slowly, instead of Fitz just diving in and forgiving her immediately. It's so good to see him protecting himself, waiting for her to be the woman he loves again.

Anyway, please leave a review and let me know what you think!