AN: This chapter took unbelievably FOREVER to write! I had so many different ideas that I kept trying to make work and nothing felt right enough. I seriously struggled with this one and my initial idea is long gone and out the window. Originally, I wrote this chapter based off one song, but then another song came into mind and then another and then another. It got to the point where I couldn't decide which song I wanted to use and neither of them would really fit anymore. So, I do apologize if the story seems a little bit choppy. BUT, it's here now, and hopefully it is enjoyable.

So, some points I want to add before you guys actually get into the chapter:

1) if it's been too long for you and you've forgotten some details, i do suggest going back and rereading a few chapters (I know I did and it helped me A LOT!)

2) I'm not sure if you have all noticed from my different descriptions of her, but my vision of this Olivia is not like your typical Olivia Pope. I see her physical traits a bit different from the ones we normally see on Kerry. I envision her to be more thicker and more curvier (kinda like an Amber Rose, but not as dramatic as a Kim Kardashian). She has more of a much longer, curly kind of hair (if anyone who keeps up with Rihanna and remembers when she had that huge big red curly hairstyle). Basically, I see Olivia as a little fur ball often shielded by her huge head of curly black hair lol! You might see her as normal, but my character details might kinda throw you off. Remember, in this story, Olivia was not always (or should i say ever) slim/slender, but she is fit and comfortable with her body.

Now, that's all folks!

"Can I? Make love to you?"

"Yes..."

The sirens of a fire truck sounded through the city below them. She felt her ears get hot, his words replaying over and over again. When their lips parted, he stared at her, the lust apparent in his eyes. He had asked her permission and she had granted him access.

"Come with me..."

He outstretched his hand and when their palms connected, he helped her to get down from the kitchen counter. Though her extremely high heels helped to elevate her height, she was still incredibly small next to him, something they both admired. He made her feel secure and she made him feel like her protector.

Hands roamed bodies as they tried to waddle down the hallway while still embraced in a serious lip lock. Olivia wasn't sure if it was because of the amounts of alcohol she consumed or if it was Fitz's tongue in her mouth that was throwing off her concentration, but she found it extremely difficult to walk without almost stumbling. Fitz could feel her struggling and managed to lift her off the ground and have her legs wrapped around his waist in one quick move.

They managed to make it into his bedroom in one piece and he carefully laid her in the center of his massive king-sized bed. The feeling of the plush comforter engulfing her body was magic and she couldn't help but to run her fingers against the cool fabric as she watched him kick off his shoes.

He seemed a bit skittish; trembling fingers and knitted brows as he fiddled with removing his clothes. She smirked as she watched him, which was reassuring because she was nervous as all hell. The first initial moment of intimacy with a person could be extremely nerve wracking, a feeling she had only experienced one time prior, with Edison. The thought of not being sexually experienced enough for Fitz was there in the background, something she hoped wouldn't ruin their relationship.

Her eyes followed his every movement as he lifted his shirt at the hem, bringing it up and over his head and throwing it somewhere in the room. His jeans were next and Olivia could barely hold back her laughter when he nearly tripped trying to get his feet out of the small opening of the denim material.

He made his way across the bed, hovering over her as he met her body in the middle. His fingertips found his way to the side of her temple, his lips leaving delicate kisses along her forehead, cheeks and nose before he whispered against her lips, "Can I undress you?"

She nodded her head softly and her chest heaved when he felt his fingers slowly running along her elbow and forearm.

His fingers hooked in the side of her jeans, meeting at the buckle which he undid, placing a soft kiss against her navel. She shuttered at the feel of his mouth on her skin and hadn't even noticed that he had successfully taken of her jeans, leaving her lying there in bright pink lace v-cut panties.

He felt a stirring in his member watching her below him in her underwear and the top she wore for the evening. She had a curvy figure, filling out in all the right places. Her hips broad, her thighs thick. Her skin looked amazing, the silky smooth chocolate tempting him. Her arousal was evident, her smell already filling his nostrils. He needed her naked; he needed her naked right now.

Her hands lifted briefly in the air, allowing him to remove the red bandeau top. He involuntarily licked his lips, taking in the sight of her strapless bra; her breasts looked delicious, spilling out of the matching pink laced fabric. He reached out, gently tugging on the plastic clasp that rested in the center of her cleavage, now exposing her bare chest to him.

They were perfect. Plentiful, heavy because of their weight, but not sagging. Her dark brown nipples were hard and at high alert, due to the sudden coolness of air in the room. His thumb flickered across one of the dark round buds and he saw the surge of electricity surge through her body.

He watched goosebumps cover her skin the moment his lips locked around one of the perked nipples. He took his time, sucking on her tenderly, while his other hand slowly crept up her body, cupping her other breast. He stimulated both of her breasts simultaneously; licking, sucking, nibbling and kneading the other. He felt her wiggling below him and looked up to find her chest heaving slowly as she peered down at him. A sly smile crossed his face as his hands and mouth swapped places.

God, he was so amazing. She had heard of the pleasures of foreplay before sex, but it was something she had never truly experienced. As she thought about it, she never really experienced much during sex. Her first time with Edison was horrible - he was drunk and he was begging and after a few months of his constant nagging, she finally gave in. It was painful, making it less than enjoyable and she figured that it was something that would change.

It never did.

Nichelle was right, he was nothing but selfish dick. He was boring. He pounded into her relentlessly every single time and she screamed out often in what he though (and she thought) was pure pleasure. But it was nothing but disappointment.

But Fitz. Fitz was simply warming her up, playing with her breasts (something she had been ashamed of because they were rather large before) and it felt so good. If this was just the preview of sex, she could not wait for him to be inside of her.

His lips descended down her body, placing kisses to the middle of her cleavage. He watched her stomach cave in when his tongue twirled in her belly button. He could smell her arousal, which turned him on even more. It had been awhile since he had gone down on a woman, simply because he believed that it was a huge act of intimacy. He believed that oral sex was something that was shared among someone you truly cared for because it exposed a very vulnerable side for him. He himself had often denied the act being performed on him, something Jake often teased him for.

But something was different about Olivia.

He craved her. He wanted to do any and everything to her body. He wanted to hear her moans, her screams, see her grip the sheets, feel her body quake as she came undone. He was completely obsessed with her and he hadn't even made his final destination.

She was watching him. She watched every single thing he was doing to her body. She wanted the memory to be imprinted in her brain forever. She watched as he let go of her breast with a soft pop and continued kissing down her body. His lips ghosted around navel, his tongue lightly dipping in. And when she saw his head go lower and lower, she grew worried.

No one had ever done that before.

Edison had always avoided that minor step in their moments of intercourse and she felt too shamed to ask. It was shocking to see that with Fitz, she didn't even have to utter a word. But, she was still scared. She was unsure of what it felt like and how her body would react.

So she freaked out.

He looked up at her confused when the heels of her hands dug into his shoulder and he heard her voice say, "Stop!"

"Did I do something wrong?" He was worried that he might have done something to hurt her or brought back some traumatic memory.

"No, it's not you. It's just…" She felt foolish. She was letting her fear of letting this man pleasure her ACTUALLY get in the way of letting this man pleasure her.

"Livvie, baby, talk to me..."

"I've never done this before..", she blurted out.

"Sex?"

"No, not that!"

Boy, she sure was screwing this whole thing up.

"I'm not a virgin Fitz. I mean, I've never let someone... you know..."

A crooked grin spread across his face after he had put two and two together. He initially thought that she hadn't had sex before and he was scared. He wasn't scared of possibly taking her virginity, he was scared that he could have done so without knowing and without pulling out all the stops.

If it was going to be her first time, he wanted it to be something special, not a drunken romp after a night at the club. But when she reassured him that that was not the case, not only did the beating of his heart slow down, but his current feelings for the moment they were in intensified greatly.

He couldn't believe that no one had ever gone down on her before, that no one had ever ventured into that realm. No one had ever taken her to that level of satisfaction. He wasn't sure about her previous sexual endeavors, nor did he care to learn, but he found it pretty shocking that that was one experience she never had.

"Never?"

"Never", she shook her head, showing him that she was indeed serious.

"Wow... I mean...", he was truly shocked and did not realize that he was in fact making her uncomfortable, until he felt her legs lock beneath him.

"Do you... want me to?", he looked for her to answer and she looked away from him, her focus shifting elsewhere.

"Hey, look at me", and when she finally did, he continued to speak. "This is your body Olivia, you make the rules. I will do anything you want me to do to you, however you want it done..."

"I respect you and I respect your body. If you don't want to, I don't have to... we don't have to. But just know one thing, I want to. I want you to enjoy everything I do to you. I want you to be comfortable. I want you to feel good. I want you to want this before I take this any further..."

Well, when you put it that way, how could she not want him to?

"I want you to..."

His fingers hooked in the sides of her underwear, his lips leaving soft kisses on her legs, which he maneuvered out of the lace fabric effortlessly. Her sex was exposed to him, pink and shining with her essence. She was fully naked, at her most vulnerable state, and he was the one to bring her there.

He slowly lowered his head in between her thighs, nibbling lightly on the flesh at their apex. He could feel the heat radiating from her core; she was ready. His left hand moved slowly up her body, his fingers splayed against her stomach to keep her in place, as he delivered one slow lick to her nerve bundle.

"Ugh!", she grunted the moment his tongue came in contact with her clit. The feeling was new; it was overwhelming. She felt a strong tingling sensation as his tongue danced against her most sensitive place and she found it nearly impossible to keep still. She wasn't sure if it was because she had never had a man's mouth between her legs before, or if Fitz was what one would call talented, but she felt like she could have just died laying there.

She was sweet, oh so sweet. He teased her with the tip of his tongue flicking slowly against her clit. When she moaned from the first initial lick, his heart nearly stopped. He took his time, wanting to give her the most pleasurable experience. He let his tongue do all the work and he had to fight back his laughter when she tried to inch away.

She was running.

She had to. She didn't know if it was normal or not, but she felt something building inside of her. She felt a flutter of butterflies in her lower stomach. She felt the strong urge to pee. She tried inching away, unsure if she seriously had to empty her bladder, or if it was just a reaction to the way he was treating her body.

His tongue was moving incredibly slow, somewhat teasingly, if she didn't know any better. She felt his finger tips running smooth, calming circles into her scorching flesh - her body was on fire. Little whimpers of satisfaction were leaving her lips, noises she never heard herself make before and when she felt his whole mouth cover her mound and suck softly, she exploded from the inside out.

"Ohhhhhh!", her back arched high and her nails dug in the sheets. Her body shook like crazy and she could feel the hard pulsing in her lower regions. Her eyes scrunched tight, her knees bent and her toes curled, they felt like they were breaking.

She had experienced her first orgasm.

It was earth-shattering, body-numbing, mind-boggling. Fitz had brought her to an orgasm, simply by using his lips and tongue. It was the greatest thing she ever felt.

He shifted his weight on the bed, moving himself up her body. Her eyes were shut tight and she was still gripping the sheets. He hovered over her body, waiting from her to come down from her high.

"Livvie...", her eyes popped open when he called her name and she found him above her, his eyes peering through her soul.

"Baby, are you okay?"

He searched her face for any signs of regret and when she nodded that she was fine, he smiled, lowering his face to kiss her.

His tongue battled with hers again, a war she would never grow tired of. She could taste herself on him and it surprised her how sweet she tasted. It turned her on. It made her feel sexy.

They spent the rest of the night trading sweet, sensual kisses and lightly fondling each other. She had to admit, she wanted to sleep with him, but she was terribly exhausted. She felt her eyelids growing heavy, fluttering open and closed, before she finally gave up fighting her sleep, nestling in his arms for the night.