No Angel—Beyoncé

Baby put your arms around me
Tell me I'm a problem
Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted
Underneath the pretty face is something complicated
I come with a side of trouble
But I know that's why you're staying…
…No I'm not an angel either but at least I'm trying

Olivia held her breath as she slowly shut the door, silently. She was a mere twenty feet from Fitz, and he had no idea. As she tiptoed across his carpeted office, she observed him in his alone time. He had his feet propped up on the window sill, facing the view, reading his script. His Movie Scores Pandora playlist played off of his desk speakers, drowning out the noise of Olivia's entrance.

She hesitated as she reached the edge of his desk, unsure of how she wanted to cash in on this moment of surprise. She unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on her white button down, to where her bralette was barely peeking out.

Acting fast and swift, she grabbed his newspaper, swung her leg over his so she was straddling him, and moved his hands to her ass.

"Hi, baby." She smiled as he stared at her in disbelief.

"What the—you weren't supposed to get in until late tonight."

"I know, but the flight was overbooked, so I got bumped up." She finally let a giggle escape her at the surprise on Fitz's face.

He ran his hands up and down her sides and legs, as if he was confirming that she was actually there. His eyes settled on her teasing breasts before going back to her face. He took her cheek in his hand, pulling her down for what he had been missing for an entire month.

Their kiss was soft and amazing. Olivia couldn't stop the moan escaping her as she leaned in, arching her back, and driving her tongue into his mouth.

They broke the kiss, and Olivia buried her face in his neck. "God, I've missed the way you smell."

"I've missed so many things about you." His hands felt so good on her body.

Just as Olivia brought her lips back to his, an interruptive knock sounded out from his door.

"Fuck." Olivia muttered as she climbed off of his lap and buttoned her shirt back up. She stepped a couple of feet away from him, and ran her fingers through her hair, as if to erase any visible arousal from her face.

Fitz chuckled at her routine. "Come in."

Angelina Jolie walked through the door, with a folder in her hand. Goddammit, she is just as pretty in real life as on the screen. Olivia thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to interrupt."

"Nonsense. Come in."

Fitz introduced the two to each other, before Olivia gathered her things.

"I'll let you get back to work. Dinner at my place tonight." She pecked Fitz on the lips, before turning to Angelina, "It was very nice to meet you."

"Yes, the same."

Olivia exited, driving back to her apartment. It was already late afternoon, so Olivia sent Fitz telling him that dinner would be ready at seven. She ordered from a restaurant to be picked up, and finished unpacking her bags. By the time Fitz was supposed to be there, she had an entire spread of food set out, and a playlist playing at a mellow volume.

"Honey, I'm home." She heard Fitz call with a kidding tone as he entered her house. She met him walking through the door, as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Their mouths collided, playing the familiar but never dull dance. One month apart made them horny for one another like nothing else. When she felt them getting carried away, Olivia had to pull back and climb out of his arms.

"Come on, let's eat." She took his hand and led him to the table. Fitz groaned comically and followed her to the dining room.

"Wow. Now, I know you didn't cook any of this." Fitz joked with a wink.

"Shut up. It's from Palermo's." She rolled her eyes in good nature.

They sat down and ate, splitting a bottle of red wine. Olivia was starving from traveling all day, but she couldn't ignore the sexual tension in the room. Her body was practically aching for his touch. She watched his arms as he ate. His biceps naturally stretching with every move.

He caught her lustful gaze and couldn't stop the boyish smirk that came across his face. "What? Are you ready for desert already?"

Olivia stood, wordlessly gathering their plates and taking them to the kitchen. She set them down in the sink to soak. Fitz silently came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and overpowering her senses.

Her head fell back into his chest, and her breathing deepened as he ran his hands across her breasts and belly. "Tell me where I can take you." His hand slid down to cup her pussy through her jeans. "God, just tell me where."

Olivia whirled around before her knees could buckle and launched an assault on his lips, desperate to taste him. She unbuckled her jeans and shrugged them off, as Fitz did the same. She slid her lace panties down as she hopped onto the counter. She spread her legs, exposing herself to him, and slowly undid the buttons of her shirt.

"Here. I want you to take me here." Her eyes were wide and dark with lust, tempting him.

Fitz teased her clit with his fingers until she was practically mewing with pleasure. He finally took his dick in his hand and entered past her slick folds. They both groaned out loud at the sensation. Olivia's head fell to his shoulder, as she desperately clawed at his shirt to gain some contact. Fitz put his arm behind her head to cushion her from the cabinets as he picked up speed, pummeling into her pussy with the right angle to hit all of her spots.

Olivia squeezed his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. She was so close, and Fitz could feel it. He softly bit her bottom lip and fingered her clit.

"Oh, fuck. I'm, I'm—"

"What, Livvie, What?" Fitz kissed her forehead glistening with sweat.

"I'm gonna co—gonna come." With that, she unraveled, her walls clenching around him. Olivia felt too good to him. He followed, spilling into her and mumbling her name over and over in a haze.

"Hi." Olivia whispered, bringing his love filled gaze to hers.

"Hi." Fitz pulled out, sweeping her into a bridal carry, and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently in between the sheets, and joined her.

They laid, face to face. A grin broke out on Olivia's face, spreading from cheek to cheek. She quickly tried to suppress it, biting the inside of her cheeks, but it didn't work.

"What?"

"I don't know… I'm just so happy right now. Here with you." She rubbed her foot up and down his calf and ran her hand through his hair. They spent the rest of the evening, just being. They never raised their voices above a whisper. They never moved unless it was to touch one another.

Fitz couldn't help but be overcome with the feeling of certainty. He knew that Olivia was who he would spend the rest of his life with. He probably always knew it, but now he was one hundred percent ready to take some action to it.

He pulled her closer so that she was nuzzled beneath his chin. Olivia couldn't help but inhale his after sex smell. She closed her eyes and fell into the best sleep she'd had in a long time.

/

Olivia woke up disoriented. It was so unlike her to sleep in like that. She surveyed her surroundings. The bed sheets were twisted around her, but she was alone. She heard the shower running from the bathroom. She entered quietly, noting Fitz's muscular for from behind.

Will he ever not look like a Greek god sculpture? Olivia wondered.

She stepped in behind him, running her hands over his shoulders. "Good morning, babe."

"Good morning." He turned around and kissed her on her mouth. Shampoo ran down his forehead, so he stuck his head under the stream.

"How dare you try to shower without me? I'm so hurt." Olivia drew a hand to her heart in mock pain.

"I knew I shouldn't have fallen in love with such a drama queen." He pulled her under the water with him.

"Fitz!" Olivia exclaimed as the water wet her hair.

"Sorry." Fitz smirked as he leaned down to kiss the half assed anger off of her face. "What were you planning on doing in a shower that didn't involve water anyways?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Olivia raised an eyebrow as she reached for the soap and loofah.

"Yes. I would." Fitz raised his eyebrow back at her.

"Well, I could show you better." Olivia set the soap back and put her hands low on his hips and leaned on her tiptoes to whisper her lips against his. "But I wouldn't want to make you late or anything, working man."

Olivia patted his chest and stepped back to leave the shower, but he grabbed her wrists, pulling her back against him.

"There are certain perks to being your own boss." Fitz growled as he slid down to his knees. He threw Olivia's leg over his shoulder.

Olivia took a deep breath and let her head fall back to the cool tile as she prepared herself for the intense pleasure she was about to feel.

/

A FEW DAYS LATER

Fitz slid his items across the scanner and into the paper bags. He just needed to make a quick stop by a store to refill some of his toiletries. As he tossed his deodorant into the bag with the rest of his stuff, one of the gaudy headlines on the tabloid magazines caught his eye.

He usually wouldn't ever even glance at the disgusting headlines, but one of the pictures in the corner was of Olivia. Amused, and knowing that only about 5% of them were ever true, he peeked at the headline.

Pressures of Hollywood too much for Olivia Pope? Starlet collapses on film set. More details inside.

He rolled his eyes and paid for his goods, before driving home. He agreed to meet Olivia at the pool that night for a swim. Even though he knew that the night would end with him distracting her from her workout he couldn't help himself. Those white one pieces she wore were torture.

When he entered the pool room, he could see Olivia was already well into her routine. Other than a group of elderly ladies doing therapeutic exercises, she was the only one in the pool. He sat at the edge of her lane, waiting for her to return to the wall.

"Hi." She surfaced with a slightly out of breath smile. She pushed up off the wall, raising herself to him

"Hi." Fitz leaned down to give her a brief kiss. Even with the inevitable taste of chlorine, her kisses were the greatest thing in the world to him.

He slid into the lane next to her, beginning his warm up. Swimming was never something he viewed much as a workout. It seemed so easy, until he met Olivia. She made it look so simple, but when he tried to keep up with her, he found himself with a nose full of chlorine and aching lungs. It wasn't like he didn't devote a portion of his life to the gym to keep his shape up, it was just a different workout that he was willing to pursue if it meant he could spend an hour or two next to her in a swimsuit.

He could also see what swimming meant to Olivia. She had the tendency to over think and dwell on whatever was going on in her complex mind. Swimming was an outlet to work all of those problems out. Every time she climbed out of the pool, her spirit was lighter and calmer. It was her therapy.

As Fit began to get bored—like he always did—he decided they had both had enough of the water. He waited until she had splashed past him before slipping under the lane rope and catching her as she sprung off of the wall.

"Fitz, I have three more laps of this 500." She wrapped her legs around his waist, as if she didn't care about those final three laps.

"No you don't."

"I don't?" She laughed at the smug look on his face.

"You don't." Fitz kicked to the wall, where he supported himself, pinning her against the tile.

Olivia pulled her goggles off, setting them on the ground, so she could look Fitz clearly in the eyes.

He pressed her closer to the wall. There was now no room between them.

"I bet there is nobody in the women's showers…" Fitz barely whispered against her cheek.

Olivia's eyes widened as she understood what he was saying.

"You could go in and then two minutes later, I could accidentally walk into the wrong one…"

Olivia glanced at the older women engrossed into their elementary joint relieving aerobics. She looked back to Fitz's crystal blue eyes. He was seducing her, and they both knew it. He palmed her thigh, slipping his thumb underneath the tight fabric of her swimsuit.

"Five minutes." She pulled her goggles back onto her ace and slipped out of his arms to the other side of the pool, where she gathered her things and dried off.

Fitz watched with a smirk as she winked, barely blushing, before disappearing around the corner into the women's locker room. He swam a couple more laps before climbing out of the pool and following her.

He found her in the only running shower. When he slipped into the shower stall, she was waiting for him completely naked. The sight of her exposed body never failed to take his breath away. She stood there, completely exposed with the slightest curve of her lips as if she was amused by the out of breath state of him every time he saw her like that.

"hi." She mouthed, not daring to speak.

"hi." he mouthed back as he crossed the tiny shower cell to her. They collided, kissing and sucking on any available skin. Olivia hiked her leg up on his waist, letting him know what was on her mind.

He turned her around to where she was facing the tiled wall He was kissing her neck, ear, shoulder. He dismissed his swim trunks and lined up with her entrance. She arched her back and braced herself against the wall, preparing herself for the sensation to come.

Fitz slid in, pushing to where he was to the hilt. The second he was entirely buried, they heard the door open. A string of elderly ladies entered and assumed their post-aerobic showers.

They froze, tensing up at the intrusion and complicated spot they were in. Olivia drew an embarrassed hand to her mouth as she pushed Fitz off and turned the shower head on behind them so, it wouldn't be obvious. Fitz's head obviously towered over the stalls with his six foot two frame. Olivia pulled his head down

"Eloise, how did you say Barry's back surgery went?"

"Oh, it went, alright. Personally, I think he is milking it for all that he can. He's just using it as an excuse to lie around and not do shit! He is as useless as ever."

"Oh, I know that old tune. Jim pulled that same behavior after he had his liver removed. The he tried to pop a beer open for the next dodgers game!"

"Well, at least the grand kids are with us for the summer. They love to cater to his every need. Grandpa, do you want another soda? Do you want another blanket? How about lunch? We'll bring your sandwich to you. Don't worry. He takes so much advantage of those darlings."

Fitz almost laughed out loud, but Olivia clamped her hand over his mouth and shot him a death stare. There was nothing they could do but duck and hope that the women stay oblivious to the occupied stall with four feet at the bottom.

"Alright, Nancy. I guess I'll see you later."

"Bye ladies."

"Bye."

Olivia waited until she heard the final one file out. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding, and Fitz finally let his pent up laugh out a little too strong.

"Fitz!" She hissed as her hand flew back to his mouth.

"Okay. Okay, I'm good." He whispered until she withdrew her hand.

They stood there, unsure what to do, before they both burst into laughter, borderline tears.

"Okay, okay okay." Olivia bowed her head to his chest to contain herself, pressing her palms against his chest. "Go. I'll meet you in the lobby."

"Alright. So much for steamy sex in a public locker room."

"Go." Olivia peeked her head out of the stall to ensure the absence of anybody before pushing him out of the locker room.

/

Olivia still couldn't stop blushing at what happened. They laying, entangled on the couch, massaging each other's feet. The news was on, but neither one of them was paying attention.

"So much for our fantasy of steamy sex in a public place."

"I'm sorry that all of the talk about Barry's back problems pulled me out of the mood." Olivia moaned in content as Fitz pressed a sensitive spot on the arch of her foot.

"Poor Eloise, dealing with that lazy bum." Fitz sighed in mock sympathy and winked.

"Can you imagine the headline it would cause if we were caught? I don't think I could ever live that down." Olivia laughed, imagining the field day twitter would have with the news.

Fitz laughed along, switching to her other foot. "Speaking of headlines, I saw the craziest one about you today. I'm pretty sure it was in the Enquirer or something, but it said you collapsed on set or something. I wonder if all of their writers have degrees in creative writing or something, because it was ridiculous."

Olivia tensed up, halting her hands on his feet. Her eyes flashed at Fitz before looking away.

"Liv?" He knew something was up. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

She didn't reply or even look up, but she pulled her feet out of his grasp and sat crisscrossed. The only thing that could come to her mind was a string of cuss words directed at herself and the stupid magazine.

"Was that story telling any truth?" Fitz sat up and scooted closer to her.

"I, uh, I… Yes." She nodded, but she couldn't bring herself to look up at the hurt in his face. She kept her hands folded in her lap and her gaze fixed upon them. "You are mad, and you should be, but let me explain."

"How about you start from the beginning."

"The last week of shooting, we were shooting early in the morning for some night scenes, and I wasn't feeling well. I passed out. It wasn't that big of a deal, but Chase took me to the hospital." She paused, trying to find out how to reveal the rest. "The doctor told me I was underweight and showing signs of a… uh, an eating disorder." Her eyes flashed up to his, full of fear and hurt.

"Olivia…" Fitz's face was tense and unreadable.

"She didn't diagnose me, it was more of a warning. I don't have a disorder, I just got a little too carried away with the dieting for the role. I'm fine. I've been taking the medication she prescribed to me and focusing on consuming more calories."

Fitz stood and walked over to the fireplace, leaning his head against the cool marble. His voice was low and strained, "Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

Olivia winced at the pain in his voice. "That morning that I called you for no reason, upset, was that night. I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. I didn't want to bother you or…"

"Bother me? Liv, what the fuck." Fitz turned around. "You do know how this works, right? A relationship?"

"Don't patronize me."

"A relationship, which from my understanding is what we are currently participating in, is supposed to be run on honesty and trust. For better or worse, you come to me with your problems and I come to you with mine." Fitz ran a stressed hand through his curls. Here he was prepared to give her the rest of his life in a wedding vow, and she couldn't be honest with him. He felt sick to his stomach, but he still was worried about Olivia. No matter how mad he could ever get with her, he would always put her health and safety first.

"I'm sorry." Olivia rose from the couch and crossed the room to him. She put a hand to his cheek, making him look down at her. "You have every right to be mad, and I'm sorry. I just… It hurt to admit out loud to someone that I was broken. It is all pride and fear and…"

Olivia went on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. He was unresponsive as she pressed her tender skin to his. "Please, baby. Forgive me. It's fucked up, I know, but I'm sorry."

Fitz felt a tear roll down her cheek and fall on his. With that, he couldn't hold back. He was angry. So angry and hurt, like a stab to his heart, but he couldn't not forgive her while she was so open to him and vulnerable. He kissed her back, wiping her tears with his thumb and giving her the physical comfort she needed.

"Olivia, you can't do this anymore. You can't hide parts of you from me. I love you, and I love every aspect of you, including your flaws. But nothing hurts me more than you hiding from me. If you have a problem, tell me about it and we will deal with it together. Don't make me find out through some shitty magazine along with the rest of the country."

"Okay. I'm sorry." Olivia sniffed, using her sleeve to wipe her eyes.

"I forgive you." Fitz pulled her body flat against his in a big hug. "Come on, let's make some tea and I want you to tell me everything."

They sat back down on the couch, and Olivia recounted every single detail of that night and how she had dealt with it since. She included that she was already five pounds up and doing much better.

"I'm thinking of taking a break from acting for a bit." Olivia twisted her infinity ring around her finger absentmindedly.

"Really? But you love acting, and you are at the top of your career."

"I do, I just think I need a break. I've got press for the rom com I did earlier this year coming up, then the festival route with Chase, probably Sundance in the winter or something, maybe even Cannes if we are patient. I just don't feel a drive to pursue a new project right now. I'm kind of exhausted."

"If that's what you feel is necessary for you, then do it." Fitz kissed her forehead.

"But I also don't want to sit around and do nothing, you know? I don't care to travel, because that is more time spent away from you. Maybe I'll take some classes or something. I used to fantasize about being an academic and getting a master's or something."

"You can accomplish whatever you want, and I will support you… with one condition."

"What?" Perplexed, Olivia shot him a confused look.

"Whatever you do, don't you dare think of attending UCLA. I won't allow it."

Olivia giggled at the rivalry he would never let go of from his USC alma mater.

"I'm serious. You've spent too many nights sleeping in a crimson and gold t shirt to fit in there. Plus I would have to disown you, and I don't want to have to do that."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. But then again, maybe USC isn't such a good idea because, well, the twenty one year old Fitz Grant probably didn't leave a pleasant memory with most of the administration there. They are going to assume you are guilty by association."

"And how did that happen?"

"Let's just say we caused a couple headaches to the President when he woke up with a kidnapped Bruins sculpture in his front yard."

"Fitz, you didn't!"

"I didn't…personally…but I was one of the Pi Kappa Phis that had to write an apology."

"I can't believe you were that stupid." Olivia playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"I was twenty one! All is fair in love and war." Fitz shrugged.

"I was twenty two when I met you, and I had never defaced public property." Olivia puffed her chest out.

"Yeah, well you were also way too mature for your age. You looked eighteen, but acted like you were thirty."

"Are you saying I was boring?"

"No, just mature. It is what attracted me to you in the beginning. How professional and put together you were."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Anytime I can boost your pretty little ego, I am glad to."

Olivia got quiet. She kissed his jaw and hugged him tighter. "I know our love isn't as pretty as it should be. We fight and make mistakes, but then we are so brilliant together otherwise, you know?"

"Yes, I know."

"I just hope that we never give up. I don't ever want to decide that the fights aren't worth the cuddles… or busted sex in the locker room."

"Never." Fitz kissed her lips, letting them linger before pulling back. "They will never claim what we have here."