Author's Note: The following chapter is brought to you by the letter T for Tumblr. The Gladiators on there are phenomenal in terms of friendliness, spoilers, gifs, clips, and commentary, both appropriate and very, very delightfully inappropriate. The ladies and gentlemen on there are instant Muse fuel and I appreciate them and their acceptance dearly.

Also, I saw the latest Sneak Previews and honestly? I'm sorely tempted to skip 2x19 altogether and come back for 2x20. Real talk. Really, Captain Creeper? Really, Mellie? Really, Cyrus? Really, Olivia? Really, Fitz? Really, Ms. Rhimes? Really? Truly? *insert your favorite Kingsley gif here*

But then again, I'd probably miss out on 2 loose ends being tied up and 10 new ones unraveled, forcing me to have to watch it anyway so I won't get all confused. I hate being confused. So, I'm just gonna be a good little Gladiator and sit through this latest round of avoidable mayhem, if not just so I can get in depth about my favorite techno man of darkness. The only person I want more background info on more than Huck is Olivia herself. Season 3, maybe?

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"…as of 7:45PM Pacific time last night, the divorce between former California Governor Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and Millicent 'Mellie' Grant nee Vaughn has been finalized. Both parties cannot be reached for comment at this time but a source at Rosenberg, Kendricks, and Hart mentioned that both of them seemed at peace with their actions. How this latest development will affect their political careers is not yet known but…"

The phone rang and Olivia shut off the television. Turning to her left and taking a fortifying breath, she picked up, unsure who could be on the line this late. It was highly likely that it was yet another reporter or magazine looking for her to break her silence…

"Hello?"

"…Hi, Livvie."

Immediately, her body relaxed and she nestled deeper into his NAVY sweatshirt that she had filched before he left Louisiana.

"How are you?"

She could hear him shifting over the line and she smiled sadly. He was in bed, too. He should be in her bed or her in his. They should have their own bed. They would have their own bed. He was free. She was free. They could be together legitimately now so they would have a bed, a life, and an actual future together…

"I'm not sad…I'm relieved…I'm free."

"You said that to me while you were aggressively chopping wood and not 2 minutes later, you were sobbing hysterically into my cleavage. Try again." she volleyed back pointedly, making him chuckle.

"I take it that said cleavage is currently being covered by my mysteriously disappeared sweatshirt?"

"May-be."

"It is, isn't it? Ms. Pope, you are a clothes klepto!"

"I regret nothing! Besides, I like you best naked, anyway…"

He laughed heartily and she grinned. Hearing Fitz laugh, even at her expense, was always a treat.

"Seriously, though. Talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling."

A long beat and then, "It's a mixed bag. I'm relieved that I don't have to lie, anymore. I'm happy because I'm free to be with you in broad daylight. I'm sad because Karen and Jerry are gonna have to be shuttled back and forth between Mellie and I…"

"Are you sure about that? I mean, come on, Fitz…", she trailed off.

Mellie was a lot of things but a doting mother who would kill to spend time with her kids…

"…Point. Still, it's the principle of the thing. I never wanted to put them through something like this. Something this selfish and Big Jerry-esque…"

"I know you didn't but what's done is done. Besides, they're not exactly wilting wallflowers, especially Ger-Bear. He's a scrapper. Literally."

"I know, right? Jesus…he looked like something straight out of Fight Club."

Although Parker Travers Jr. had indeed started the fight, Gerry had dominated it. As soon as he recovered from the first punch, the 12 year old had fearlessly tackled the 15 year old mountain of a boy like a linebacker, sending them flying into a rack of basketballs. When the shocked bully staggered to his feet, Gerry had lashed out with a brutal kick to the groin before tackling again followed by a fast series of harsh punches to the face and torso. It had taken 3 of his friends and the teacher to pull him off and even as he was carried out snarling, he was still trying to get to the whimpering, barely conscious boy…

"…If I ever hear you disrespect Olivia Pope or any other woman for that matter like that again, you won't see another sunrise…"

"Liv? You still there?"

"I'm here. So, what now? How do we do this? I mean, logistically."

"Okay…we're on opposite coasts. That's a problem. I don't want to uproot you anymore than I already have…"

"I let you uproot me. Hell, I gave you the shovel."

"…so I'll definitely be setting up base where you are."

"What about the kids? California's their home."

"I've talked to them and since they spend much of the time in New York, anyway, they don't mind moving to DC. They want to be close to you just as much as I do."

"You have no idea how glad I am that they like me, that they still like me after everything..."

"They adore you, Olivia."

"Just like their father."

"Exactly."

"Well, not exactly like their father…"

"Liv, don't even go there!"

"Too late!" she sing-songed, setting him off again.

"Oh my God, you are sick, woman!" he wheezed between laughs.

"You like it and don't you 'woman' me, Fitzgerald!" she scolded with sass.

"You know I never liked being called by my full name until you came along. When you say it, it sounds…"

"Nicer?"

"Dirtier. What are you wearing underneath my shirt?"

"I'm not doing this."

"Do you want to know what I'm wearing?"

"I will hang up on you and unplug the phone."

"I'm not wearing anything."

Olivia's brows rose at that and she hear him shifting again, slower…

"At …all?" she inquired slowly, all thoughts of hanging up gone.

"It's hot out here."

Anywhere he was, it was hot. The man had a way and look about him that just appealed to pure instinct. Coupled with his genuine sweetness and intelligence and he was just…damn. And he was all hers. It was legal and everything. Was he shifting again? What was he doing?

"Can I tell you something?"

"Always."

"It's more than a little stalkerish."

"Fitz, I steal your clothes on a regular basis and I keep a stick of your deodorant in my purse just so I can smell it. I really can't judge you. Well, I can but you can call me out on the blatant hypocrisy later. Tell me."

More shifting and then…a soft, very familiar moan of pleasure.

"Once I figured out what perfume you wear, I bought a bottle of it and every time I couldn't sleep, I sprayed it on my pillow or the sheets and…"

He hissed and she started some shifting of her own, her knees rubbing together. He was touching himself. He was naked and touching himself and obviously thinking of her while he did it…

"How did you manage to do that when you were with…?"

"You know better than anyone that we were barely sharing oxygen, much less…"

A growl and a low creak of the mattress.

"…a-a bed…"

A soft thump and a noise that was a cross between a groan and low keen.

Her mind supplied the image of his head going back, his eyes drifting shut, his front teeth grazing his lower lip. Olivia shivered and threw the blankets off, getting up to pace. She had always been uncomfortable with phone sex. Honestly, she was pretty prudish. Fitz was the antidote to the majority of her hang-ups but he was over 3000 miles away and she…

"W-what are you thinking about?"

"You. Always you…god, Olivia…"

She could hear the movement of his hand become firmer, faster, she could see it…

"You're right. This bicoastal thing needs to be Fixed. Soon."

A clang. His headboard. If his hand was free, he always gripped the headboard or a nearby end table for leverage and an anchor to the world as he spiraled closer to his climax. Most of the time, his hands weren't free. They were on her. Her hips, her thigh, in her hair, cupping her face, her ass, her…

"Fitz?"

A questioning noise.

With a small smirk, she spoke three all too familiar words, words that her body had become conditioned to obey…

"Come for me."

She could see it. His teeth bared, his cheeks and ears scarlet, and his fevered gaze riveted on her as he spasmed underneath her, shuddered on top of her…

Surprising her, a hard jolt went through her own body and her knees gave out, her inner walls buckling and sticky warmth surging into her periwinkle cheeky boyshorts. She bit down on her first knuckle but her moans were certainly audible. Her shaking free hand went to the dropped phone and she held it to her ear, listening as he came down slowly, his moans tapering into deep breathing.

"F-Fitz?"

"…Livvie…Sweet Baby…"

And as it had become standard with this man, her instincts overrode her brain yet again.

"I'm gonna call you tomorrow and you're going to get up and you're going to come get me from LAX. I want to see you. Will you be there?"

"You know I will. I can't wait to see you."