I never intended to write this. But several of you asked about it in your reviews of the last chapter, so I went with it. I hope you enjoy it...

Celebrate Good Times

Dinner still ended up being Fitz's choice. He was just no longer interested in sitting down somewhere and eating. Olivia was feeling on top of the world, knowing she had passed the New York bar exam. But she was also starving! They were getting something to eat before they went home.

"I just want to take you home and do things to you." Fitz admitted with a grin.

"Well, if you would like for me to participate, or...you know, be conscious while you do these things to me, then you will take me to get something to eat. I need nourishment!"

"I've got..." he began.

"No!" Olivia quickly put her hand over his mouth with wide eyes and a big grin. "Do not tell me that you have something you'd be more than happy to feed me. We're out in public, Fitz! You can't just say things like that out here."

"First of all, I am offended that you think I would say that kind of thing on a street in New York City."

Olivia's smile faded and her expression contained a hint of guilt. "Oh. Well, I.."

"Second of all, I like the way you think." He said, cutting her off and wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She lightly shoved him. "I hate you." she chuckled.

"But please enlighten me as to what you were talking about? As if I have something on my person that I could feed you with. What could that be?"

"Is this guy serious?" A passerby asked his companion and jerked a thumb in Fitz's direction.

"You see!" Olivia exclaimed loudly. "You can't just say things like that out in public! People will think you're a pervert!"

He grabbed onto her hips and jerked her close so that they were pelvis to pelvis. He bent down near her ear and he pushed a strand of her hair behind it. Leaning even closer to the appendage he licked the shell of it and whispered, "Mmmmm, but I am a pervert."

Olivia turned her head so that they were face to face. She looked into his sparkling blue eyes and felt so much love for this ridiculous man who made her laugh, was her biggest cheerleader, and loved her better than anyone else on earth. She studied his face as his playful smile gazed back at her. She crinkled her nose as a smile tipped the edges of her mouth. "It's a good thing I like that about you."

"Can the two of you JUST get out of the way?" an irritated voice asked.

"She just passed the bar exam!" Fitz reported cheerily.

"It's not like we're trying to walk here or anything!" another grumpy voice said.

"Okay, I think the two of us need to move before we get run over." Olivia chuckled.

"Okay. But first, I would like a kiss please." Fitz requested politely.

Olivia smiled at him. "You're choosing this moment in time to ask for a kiss?"

Fitz looked around and then his eyes landed back on Olivia. He gave her his best smile. "Yea. Is there something wrong with this moment? It's a really good moment, Livvie."

She couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face, even if she tried. "People are getting annoyed with us here. We're causing a problem for the flow of foot traffic."

"Mmmmm, I love it when you talk about pedestrian issues." he informed her before kissing her cheek. "It's so sexy."

Olivia shook her head back and forth with a comical expression. "You'd think it was sexy if I talked about potholes."

Fitz squeezed her ass and groaned. "Stop it. You're turning me on. And we're out in public, Liv! Have you no shame?"

Olivia giggled, pecked his lips quickly, and then tried to free herself from his grasp. She was at his arm's length when he asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

She turned to look at him and explained, "I kissed you. Let's go grab some food now please."

"I'm sorry to be a pain in the ass..."

"No you're not." Olivia interrupted.

"Yea, okay. I'm not sorry." Fitz stated as people continued to walk around them and give ugly looks in the process. They really needed to get the hell out of the way. But he was getting his kiss first. Foot traffic be damned! "But THAT, was not a kiss. Not a real one. I need a real one."

Olivia tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips. "Need?"

"Need." He strongly confirmed and pulled her back into his arms. "I need..." he raised his eyebrows and shot her a look. "...to be the first person to kiss Olivia Pope the hot shit new attorney in town."

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as their two heads grew closer and closer to each other. Olivia could swear that sparks flew the moment their lips touched. Instead of it shocking them, making them pull away from each other, they leaned into it more fervently and feasted on each other's mouths more greedily. Their tongues easily kept up the urgent and hungry pace the bodies attached to them had set.

Eventually, the heated kiss wound down and Olivia pulled him close for a hug. "Thank you for being so positive in spite of my impatience the past few months. It's meant the world to me and I love you so much."

Fitz smiled down at her and ran the pad of his thumb across her freshly kissed lips. "That's what I'm here for, Livvie." He couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss her plump lips once more. "And let the record show, counselor..."

"Oh shit. Here we go with the lawyer jargon." she mumbled.

He held her chin gently between his thumb and index finger with a smile and said, "I warned you months ago that I thought it was sexy. And I said...let the record show, counselor, that I love you more than you can possibly imagine. And I'm so proud of you. You amaze me every single day, Livvie."

"Get a room!" someone commented.

"We've got to go now, Fitz. Where do you want to grab food from?" she asked.

"New plan!" Fitz declared. "We are going home and getting dressed up to go out to dinner."

"Dressed up?" she asked.

"MmmHmm. I would very much like it if you dug out that sexy as hell navy blue dress you wore on our first date. The dirty thoughts I had when you opened your door wearing that dress! And I get to take you out of it this time."

"Nude heels too, I assume?" she asked playfully.

"Yes please. There's something about you wearing heels that turns me on. I can't explain it."

"Let's go home and get ready for dinner. But just know that we are going straight home afterwards, and you and I are going to work every calorie off."

"Maybe we should just go to McDonalds?" Fitz was feeling that familiar stirring in his lower half that could only be satisfied by naked Olivia. "I'll even spring for the apple pie. But we do not, under any circumstances, have time to have a conversation with your ex-boyfriend from high school."

Olivia giggled at him. He remembered the funniest things. "You'll live until we get home from dinner. And I'm not celebrating my new status with a clown and a burger wrapped in paper."

"Fine, but dessert will be brought home to be eaten at one a.m. By then we will both undoubtedly be starving again anyways. That's non-negotiable."

"Maybe you should have taken the bar exam? You have a hell of a determined side. It's sexy as hell too."

"Olivia don't start. I am seconds away from pulling you into an alley for a quickie."

"Do you really think the new hot shit attorney for the amazing state of New York has quickies in an alley?" she asked him as they finally began moving again.

"I think she gets it whenever and wherever she wants it." Fitz replied in a voice that was thick with lust.

"God, we have got to get home fast or you've got to stop talking. I'm barely hanging on here."

"TAXI!" Fitz yelled with great enthusiasm. The two of them slid inside a yellow car and made out all the way home.

Olivia finally emerged from the bathroom wearing the requested navy blue dress. Her hair hung past her shoulders in loose waves and her make-up was perfection. She was putting her earrings in as she stood there with her eyes closed and took deep breaths. It felt nice to get all dressed up for a change, but she was already imagining the two of them being back home and releasing the intense pressure he had so beautifully built up inside of her with his vivid words.

Fitz was sitting on the couch and had silently watched her enter the room like a lion stalking prey. His eyes slowly took in the sight of her from head to heel clad toe. Did she look better in the dress now than she did the last time she wore it? Fitz decided to think about that another day. She looked stunning. Of course, in his opinion, Olivia looked stunning in her pajamas drinking coffee. The things he was going to do to her the moment he got her home from dinner. "You look absolutely amazing."

His deep baritone voice startled her. Olivia's eyes jerked open and she turned her head to the direction his voice came from. He looked very handsome in his suit and she eyed him freely as she imagined he had done to her. Fitz had on black dress pants and a black sports coat with a white button up shirt underneath it. The top button of his shirt was undone, and Olivia could see his dark curls peeking out at her. His left leg was bent at the knee and resting on top of his other knee. He had a glint in his eyes that was all too familiar to Olivia, making him look dangerous. She liked to play with danger from time to time.

"You clean up nicely too." she chirped. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." He could play it cool if she could. He opened the door of their apartment and they went outside to get another cab. There wasn't a lot of chatter once they were inside the car, but each of them stole glances at the other one from their peripheral vision. It was going to be a quick fancy dinner they each silently determined.

"Where did you make reservations at?" Olivia asked.

"The Pheonix." he replied and continued looking out the window.

"Wow. How did you get us in there at the last minute? It's a hard place to get a reservation for." She was truly impressed.

Fitz turned to her and said, "Don't you think doctor daring has saved people's lives from all kinds of interesting occupations all over the city?"

Her eyebrows went up high. "That's impressive. Who was it you worked on? The chef"

"Nah, I didn't save anyone from there, but my boss did. He got us in."

Olivia chuckled at him. "And what do you have to do to pay back this favor?" She already had a pretty good idea what it was.

"I've got to work night float for two weeks, covering his patients. But it's worth it."

"You shouldn't have done that! You hate the night shift."

"I like the nurses better on night float. Besides, nothing but the best for my favorite new hot shit attorney." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. She laid her head on his shoulder until they reached their destination. Fitz paid the driver and they smoothly slid out of the backseat.

Dinner was...dinner. The food was fantastic. The conversation flowed easily. The flirting was obvious but toned down as not to offend anyone eating their meal. The check was paid, and the happy couple wasted no time leaving the restaurant.

As they stood outside and waited for a cab, Fitz held her in his arms. The breeze felt good to him, but he had on a jacket. Olivia had on nothing more than a couple of thin straps on her shoulders. "Are you chilly?"

"A little bit." she replied honestly.

Fitz took off his coat, put it around her shoulders, and then began rubbing his hands up and down her back.

"That's so much better. It's very cozy when you hold me in your arms." she answered with her head on his chest.

"MmmHmnm. I know to people walking by or people looking out the window of the restaurant that we are a happy couple in love taking a moment on a warm spring evening to just contentedly hold each other, but..." he rested his forehead on top of her head and breathed in the scent of her perfume.

"But that's not what's happening here?" Olivia asked, looking up at him with an innocent smile.

He smiled back at her with a matching innocent smile. "Not by a long shot."

"Then what is happening here?" Olivia asked him. Fitz's eyes were bluer tonight somehow. Almost electric blue. It reminded her of the spark she felt between them earlier. She had to look away from them. "Or do you even know?"

Fitz brought his index finger under her chin and directed her gaze back to his eyes. In a steady voice with playful undertones he clenched his jaw and then answered her. "Oh, I know exactly what is going on here. I'm getting close to you so that I can feel you up without anyone noticing."

"What? That is not what's happening here, Fitz. Not by a..." She felt his hand slide down her hip and around her ass where he inched the material of her dress up and kneaded her bare skin. Her wide eyes immediately flicked up to his and she hissed out, "Oh my god!"

"Are you trying to kill me, Liv? No panties? Again? Do you even own underwear? Where in the hell is that cab? God your ass feels good in my hand." he whispered.

"Fitz! Stop it!" She demanded.

"Relax. No one can see what I'm doing to you. My jacket practically goes to your knees. You are well covered up. Nothing is exposed, I promise. Besides, it's your ass. I just can't let go now."

Olivia looked up at him with an are you serious look on her face. Somewhere in the corner of her mind, Olivia could admit that it felt good being daring. That the breeze felt good on the exposed skin below her waist. Why did he make her a puddle of lust all the damned time? The two of them could have stayed home and celebrated there, but he wanted to take her out for dinner. She wondered if this wasn't his plan all along? The look on her face changed into one of I-should-have-known-better.

Fitz leaned down and kissed her gently. When he pulled his lips away from her mouth he playfully asked, "I believe the new hot shit attorney for the great state of New York enjoys getting felt up out in public, doesn't she?"

The cab pulled up in front of the curb and he quickly pulled the back of her dress down and they got in. She sat beside him on the way home and occasionally leaned over and whispered one dirty thing she planned to do to him before the night was over. He was hard as a rock before they hit the first red light. He knew it was his penance for his sleight of hand in front of the restaurant. It didn't stop him from running a hand up her inner thigh and performing more trickery there.

By the time they reached the steps of their apartment, the two of them had attached themselves to each other's mouths. Fitz went to fish his keys out of his pocket until Olivia swatted his hand away and
demanded to get them herself. Her hand took the scenic route and together they stumbled into the foyer and kissed their way towards the elevator.

"You just wait until I get you through our door." he threatened between kisses.

"I'm going to be all over you." Olivia informed him. "Just try to keep up with me."

"Already up." he told her and thrust his hips into hers, letting her feel exactly how up he was.

The elevator gave them a few moments to be as handsy with each other as they wanted to be without restrictions of doors or people or anything else. When the doors opened, they practically ran to their apartment. Olivia's shaky hands tried sliding the key into the slot while Fitz kept his mouth busy in her neck. The first round was not going to last very long, they both knew.

Once the door opened, she jumped into his arms and he held onto her ass and pushed her up against a wall and kissed her fiercely again. His tongue probed her mouth eagerly as his hands groped her flesh. "Now, now, now." she sang to him.

She didn't have to ask him twice. Olivia kissed him passionately as Fitz unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down. He pulled the front of his dress pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free his hardening length. He wasted no time driving into her. "You drive me crazy with want for you all the...time." he admitted to her.

Three minutes later, the two of them crumpled to the floor breathing heavy but feeling very satisfied. "That is so much better. It's not all the way better, don't get me wrong."

"Hell no!" Fitz agreed loudly. "All the way better will take most of the night."

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" she asked him.

"Yea. I go in at nine a.m." he answered.

"Well, then, I guess we'd better get moving on to round number two huh?"

"It doesn't work like that, Liv." he chuckled.

She cocked her head to the side, raised her eyebrows at him, and said, "It works how I say it works and when I say it works. And I want it now. Got it?"

Fitz could feel a second wind coming. Her dirty mouth was magic. He stood up, scooped up Olivia, and headed towards their shower. The little woman wanted it, but she never said how. She was getting it in the shower, Fitz decided.