#HappySaturday #Gladiators

Before I even let you read, I wanted to tell you is THIS IS NOT IT. I had to split the final chapter into two parts because the final section will be too long and I don't want to short change you. You've waited so long for what is too come, and I want to do it justice.

(So yes ONE MORE CHAPTER)…jumps for joy.

Enjoy this EPIC first date and I'll be looking for your #Crumbs on the flip side.

Me's

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Chapter 26: A Whole New World

"But from way up here, it's crystal clear, now I'm in a whole new world with you." -Alladin

He Has A Rose Garden… (SOTU Flashback)

Since the State of the Union Address, Fitz had hardly seen Olivia. They had gotten ready separately for the address. When she entered his bedroom in a beautiful Michael Kors white sleeveless dress, with black lace around her waist, it took his breathe away. He was standing in front of his mirror, and had to sit in the chair beside it.

His dress shirt was left partially unbuttoned, and tie dropped on the floor. She blushed under the intensity of his gaze, as she approached him. The closer she became, Fitz's eyes began to pool with unleashed tears. He was so overcome to have her, he sat back in the chair, allowing her to close the distance. She reached out her hands to him, and slowly they connected.

She bit her lips as he lifted both her hands placing a gentle kiss on each of them. His eyes never left hers as each kiss was placed on her palms. As he exhaled, he presses her hands to his face. Her fingers rubbed across his newly shaved cheeks, only making Fitz relax further. She sighs deeply as their eyes connect. Nothing else matters in this moment but them.

Olivia finally leans down after a few minutes gently kissing each cheek. At this moment, he stands up drawing her closer, pressing their foreheads together. Her hands begin to work fastening the remaining buttons. Once she reaches the top, he lifts his collar so she can ready it for his tie.

She nods, walking away so he can tuck in his shirt. When she returns, she fixes his tie, smoothing it over his dress shirt. As she finishes he murmurs, "Miss Pope."

She chuckles silently. "Mr. President." She motions for him to spin around and she assists him with his suit coat. Once he's finished he begin to bend down to kiss her lips. "Nope. Not till our date Friday night."

He grins. "You don't play fair," he grumbles.

"I know. Deal with it," she pushes away from him, and saunters across the room. His eyes go up as she adds an extra sway in her hips for his benefit. He places his hands in his pockets as she glances over her shoulder, teasing him.

When she stops the bedroom door, he is behind her. "I hate you right now," he growls in a low voice.

She raises herself on her tip toes, and kisses his nose leaving a hint a pink lipstick behind. "Liar." As the door opens he pulls her backwards pushing her body flush against the door.

"Just wait till I kiss you again. You are going to beg me to TAKE YOU before our date is over Friday night," speaking in a voice making her legs go weak.

"Is that a promise," she murmurs fluttering her eye lashes.

"Definitely," rubbing his thumb over her lips. She rolls her eyes and finally they leave the residence to head to the Capital. The entire ride in the motorcade their hands are connected. Cyrus and James are with him going over his stopping points.

She enters the Capital Building by his side with their hands intertwined. Never once does she leave his side till it is necessary. She even insists on walking with him, stopping when they reach the double doors right outside the chamber.

She cradles his face in her hands pressing her forehead to his while she speaks. "You've got this. This is a State of the Union address. Speaking clearly and slowly. Take your time and keep your eyes on the crowd," he smirks, "not just me Fitz." He chuckles. "Prove to BOTH parties that you are worthy of being this country's President and will continue to lead with both your head and heart."

He nods. "Livy," he murmurs.

She raises herself to be on her tip-toes. His hands are now on her hips. "Got it." He nods. "Uh huh. I need to hear you say it Fitz."

Cyrus smiles in the background. "I got it Sweetheart. I'll be watching you from my podium."

"I know," she holds his eyes and begins to walk away. Now more eyes are on them. She is three feet away when people begin whispering.

"Liv," she turns. Her eyes widen noticing a dozen red roses now in his hands. She slowly walks back stopping as he places the roses in her arms. He leans forward and kisses both her cheeks. Just as she is about to ask where they come from, he speaks, "It turns out I have a Rose Garden," he quips.

"Fitz," she murmurs.

"I love you Livy. I'll be waiting and watching for you always," lifting her hand nestling his face into her palm.

"I love you too," he recites to him. Her agents then usher her away and she takes her place in the "First Lady" box. For his entire address, she sat in "First Lady" box with both sets of parents, Cyrus and James. Fitz gives his address without any problems, occasionally making eye contact with her. Once it was over, she rides back to the White House with him, and stays as long as she can before she must get home.

"Stay," he pleads for her to spend the night.

"I can't Fitz. I have no clothes to wear here or for tomorrow." Her comment places an impish grin on his face. He wiggles his eye brows already beginning to unfasten his tie and cuff links. Soon his the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up "stalking" her in the room. "No Fitz," she places her hands out to stop him.

"Sleep with me tonight," he commands, closing the distance between them. "I promise no lips kissing and only sleeping."

"You really expect me to by that," she chastises. He shrugs his shoulders.

"I miss the woman I love in my arms at night," he states in a loving tone hoping to break her. "You cannot stand here, look me in the eye and tell me you don't."

"Of course I do Fitz. I have NOTHING to wear," she grumbles.

"Then sleep naked," he jests.

She breaks out laughing, as he closes the distance between them. "Ah no. You're a funny Man," she winks breaking away from him. But he's too fast and catches her. "Hey," she cackles in a fit of laughter as he wraps his arms around her waist. Soon his face is nestled in her neck just under her ear, humming "All Of Me," by John Legend.

"I love that song," she sighs leaning her head back on his shoulder. "And John Legend."

"I know," murmuring into her ear. "All of me loves all of you Livy." She turns to face him. "I have to go Fitz. Ruby is there too. I didn't bring her."

"Okay," he exhales. "Promise you'll come up in the morning. I need help…,"

"To pick your tie. I know," she winks. "This weekend,"

"You are mine. I have all Friday night clear for our date, and Saturday. Sunday I'm not sure yet," he explains. "But if I have to go into the Oval it won't be long." She nods. He releases her, and helps her gather her things to head home. He walks her to the elevator, and waits with her until it arrives. "Come home to me tomorrow."

"Always," she answers with no reservations. "I love you Mr. President."

"And I love you Miss Pope." She steps into the elevator, and he watches the doors close.

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POTUS PDA's…

Since that night he has seen her briefly for only minutes at a time. He was busier than normal trying to secure everything for their first real date, and beyond. Everything had to be finished before Friday at 5:00 so he was pushing himself.

Olivia also kept her distance because every time she saw Fitz, all she wanted to do was kiss him, and HE KNEW IT. They hadn't really kissed since Monday in the Oval and that was five days ago. Now she was going crazy and he was not much better. To keep herself away from him, she worked in her office, or went to the newspaper.

As their "date night" approached, James announced the President had some very special plans for that Friday and Saturday. The Press Core soon figured out that the public first date was happening, but like Olivia they were in the dark. Olivia was even willing to allow him to kiss her to gain some knowledge of their date but he would tell her nothing.

Because Fitz was being a "Pesky POTUS" on their date, not giving her anything to go on, she barely saw him or spoke to him. She kept herself busy and scarce. Fitz realized he would pay for it later and found it to be true when he arrived her apartment to pick her up. Of course he arrived in FULL Presidential Style with his motorcade, chase cars, and full detail.

As he stepped out of his car, cameras went off, reporters shouted asking him where he was taking Olivia. "Sorry folks. Not even my beautiful girlfriend isn't aware of that fact." He turns around to face the car stepping backwards to wave at the on crowd on the other side of the road. They wish him luck on his date, and as he turns everything becomes eerily quiet.

As his body stops and it's facing Olivia's double doors she's standing their waiting for him in a beautiful Royal Blue Strapless Asymmetrical dress covered in black lace. The back falls down past her knees and the front just above them. She spins around so the dress can fan out around her. His eyes raise and his mouth goes dry just taking her in. Olivia curtsies as the cameras begin to flash.

Her black velvet shall is being carried by her agent. On her ears are diamond studs with a single diamond on a platinum chain around her neck. His eyes rake over and as he takes "baby steps" towards her. Each foot placement, only heightens his need to bring her into his arms. The white roses almost drop on the ground as the distance closes between them.

Luckily for Fitz, Tom is there to catch them as they slip out of his hands. "Sir," Tom speaks attempting to get his boss's attention, but all Fitz is focused on is Olivia. The cameras begin to flash as Olivia blushes under Fitz's gaze.

"Mr. President," Tom places the roses in front of Fitz, finally getting his attention.

Fitz's cheeks heat up in embarrassment noticing Tom handing him the white rose bouquet. "Sorry Tom," Fitz states.

"No worries Sir. Go get your girl," he urges Fitz with a smile.

Fitz glances over to Tom who winks. No more words are said, and Fitz strides into the building, through the glass doors. In a few more steps he's standing before her. Her agent hands him her velvet shawl, but he places it on the chair beside him.

Olivia smile grows watching Fitz's reaction. "Hi," she murmurs, looking at the roses. "Are those for me?" Fitz smirks. Instead of handing them to her he places them down on the chair with her shawl. "Fitz…," Olivia coos as his hands cups her face. In seconds he's leaning down pressing his lips to her in a sensual sweet kiss.

Her hands fly up and soon rest on his face, then shoulders. Their lost in each other as he continues to kiss her in front of the reporters camped out in front of her apartment. Finally their moment is interrupted when they both hear cackles, hoots and hollers.

Their eyes both flutter open, taking the other in fully. "Hi," Fitz murmurs back as his hands run over her bare shoulders and arms, leaving goose bumps behind. Finally their hands interlock and they have silly grins on their faces.

"You weren't supposed to kiss me yet Mister," she chastises, thankful she didn't put on very much lipstick before seeing him.

"You told me NOT till our first date. To my recollection, you NEVER told me when," he points out with a smirk on his face.

Her eyes widen. "Semantics Mr. President," she begins to pull away from his wandering hands but he won't release her. Their bodies are touching again. "We need to get going before you have me pressed up against the wall in front of the press." Her bare skin shivers. "Plus I'm chilly."

"I'll make sure to keep you warm then," he dips his voice to a seductive tone. She rolls her eyes but Fitz finally relents gathering her shawl placing it on her shoulders. His hands run down her arms then he turns her to tie it.

"This is a switch," she teases.

"Well I've learned from the best," he quips leaning in for another kiss. She does not stop him and allows him to kiss her delicately.

"You have to stop kissing me or we will never leave Mr. President. I am sure the press outside have plenty of pictures of you kissing me by now," she grumbles.

"Just wait beautiful," he winks stepping back finally handing her the roses. She blushes as they are placed in her arms. He places his arm out for her to grasp onto to lead her outside into the slew of reporters waiting. Her small hand holds his arm and then she places her other hand over her own. The agents clear the way, and outside he leads her into the reporters.

Questions are shouted in every direction but Fitz continues to lead her to the waiting motorcade. Tom opens the door and Olivia first steps inside followed by Fitz. The car is door is closed. Tom sits in the front passenger seat and their off.

The moment the car pulls away, Fitz takes Olivia flowers placing them on the seat in front of them. Then before she can object she's in his lap, with her legs draped over his legs. Her knees barely miss the door. Soon his hand climbs up her legs, feeling their smoothness through her silk stockings. Her breath hitches seeing his pupils enlarge and darken.

"God you are so fucking beautiful," he growls as his hand cups her cheek.

"Fitz," she murmurs, hiding her face from him.

"Don't hide from me," he commands not allowing her to turn away from this moment. With one hand he unties her shawl and it falls on the seat behind them. "I have waited for this moment Livy. For you," he croons in a hoarse voice.

"Oh Fitz," she whispers, clinging to him. "And I you. It's not every day you get a first date with the President of the United States, AND get to make out in his limo," she winks. In one motion he's laying her back, ready to kiss her hard. "Oh no," she pushes him away. "You are not messing up my hair Mister," glancing up at her perfect twist with curls hanging from it. "Or anything else."

"Oh come on," he grumbles in protest.

"Nope," she jests doing her best to get off his lap. "If I don't get away from you, you'll have me naked in here."

"A guy can dream," he winks seductively. "But I've waited this long. I can wait till whenever you are ready Livy. You are worth it," he reaches up cupping her perfect face. She sighs as his hands touch her skin. "I have you now Miss Pope and I'll never let you go." He draws her closer. Their chests are now touching with her in his lap.

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Presidential Perks...

She smiles softly as she gazes into his eyes. "Good because I don't want you too. But we are we going," she pleads hoping he'll tell her.

"Oh you'll see," he quips with a crooked grin.

"Urgh," she groans and wiggles off his lap sitting next to him. He reaches his arm behind her and draws her into his chest. They sit this way for the remainder of the ride to their destination. Her eyes grow to slits as his car stops noting where they are. "Fitz what's going on?"

"You'll see," he kisses her lips. Some of the press are already out front and the cameras begins to flash as his car stops. "Trust me my love."

Once her shawl is over her shoulders, Fitz taps on the door allowing it to open. Fitz steps out first and then reaches his hand for Olivia to grasp on to. As she steps out of the motorcade, her eyes glance up at the building, with huge columns. Her eyes read the words on top as they climb the stairs. She still cannot figure out why they are here.

"Fitz why are we here," she asks but is halted in her words as they step into the doors and enter a huge oval room with two huge pictures, a pristine marble floor, with a candle lite table in the center of it all. Her shawl is taken, along with Fitz's suit coat. He walks out in front of her extending is hand for her to grasp.

He walks them past their table, stopping briefly for her to place her purse down and admire the intimate table setting. Along with the silver candelabra in the center, the plates have 24 gold around the corners with the gold weaved in flowers through the design. She also smiles at the deep maroon color of the china and of course polished gold silverware to match.

Her name is written in calligraphy along with "First Girlfriend" underneath it. Fitz's seat is directly next to hers along with his name and "Mr. President." She blushes seeing how fancy it's written. Fitz places his hand on her back as she picks up both their names in her names. "You like," he coos into her cheek.

"I do," nestling her face to his. "I feel like I am at a State Dinner," glancing around the room.

He laughs silently. "One day you will be," muttering into her ear. He wraps his hand around hers holding her name. To himself he recites, "It will say Olivia Grant, First Lady of the United States."

Olivia turns to see his face and look go off into the distance. "Fitz?"

"I'm perfect," wrapping his hand around her back. "Just thinking." She raises her eyes. "You'll find out soon enough I promise." He kisses her lightly distracting her. He then walks over to the large display behind their table. Her eyes grow huge seeing the case's contents and that it's open. Fitz then speaks. "I wanted our first date to be special Livy."

"That's the…," she staggers.

"The Constitution," he finishes for her. "The actual Constitution." Olivia gulps. She has seen it in pictures but never in person, especially without its special case.

"Isn't it supposed to be in a vault," she questions.

Fitz grins. "It is but it's amazing what kind a pull I have being President. I placed a very special phone call to the Curator asking him to help me impress a girl on a first date," he quips.

She eyes him suspiciously. "But it's opened," she glances up to see his smile growing bigger. "It's not supposed to be." She begins to back away from the display case afraid she'll get into trouble but Fitz pulls her back to him.

He kisses her hands tenderly. "You'll will not get into trouble Sweetheart. You're with me." Fitz laughs. "Like I told you before, being President has it perks."

"Ah huh," she glances up to meet his gaze.

"You wanna touch it," he suggests.

"I'm not touching it," she snaps.

"Touch it," leaning down whispering it into her ear. His breath gives her goosebumps.

"No."

"There's like 6 people in the last 100 years to touch the Constitution. BE. THE. SEVENTH," lowering his voice he pleads with her.

"No you be the seventh," she snips.

"I was the sixth. I touched it before I picked you up," admitting with a gleam in his eyes.

"You didn't wait for me," she pouts.

"It's the Constitution," he suggests with a gleam in his eyes. He begs with her softly to touch it through his soft blue eyes. He nudges her arm.

Slowly she reaches forward. Just before she places her fingers lightly on the paper, Fitz wraps an arm around her back, resting his head on the top of hers. The smell of his suit and cologne enters her lungs calming her instantly. He buries his nose into her hair, breathing deeply, encouraging her to place her fingers down on the parchment paper the Constitution is written on.

Finally her finger graces the paper lightly only for second, and quickly she pulls it away. She turns her face to gaze into Fitz's sparkling blue eyes. "It's a whole new world," she utters.

His hand encompasses her covering it totally. Their fingers connect and the warmth of their skin touching spreads through their mutual bodies. "It is a whole new world Livy," he responds kissing her brow. "And as long as we're in this together it will be."

She turns her body to full face his. Her hands slide up his suit jacket, then cup his face. "We ARE in this together Fitz. I am not going anywhere."

He lips spread into a full grin. "God I love you," he utters in a tone, sending shivers down her spine.

"I know," she quips with a playful. "So are you going to feed me or not?"

"Definitely," he states matter-of-factly. He kisses her lips again, escorting her to the table. The servers arrive placing in front of them a wonderful dinner. Olivia eyes widen seeing some of her favorites. Penne ala vodka, garlic bread, a crisp green salad with strawberries, walnuts and a vinaigrette. To go with the pasta, Fitz added to the menu bruschetta, and Italian steamed vegetables.

Olivia was blown away. They talked through the entire meal taking turns feeding each other. For dessert Olivia was left speechless for a moment when Fitz left her. He enters the room with warm pumpkin pancakes adorned in a huge amount of whipped cream and a cherry on top.

"Pumpkin pancakes Fitz. Really," she chastises.

"Yes Ma'am," he joked. "Hey don't knock it. These pancakes got you to not only agree to give me a second date, but to be my girlfriend," he boasts. She laughs.

"So are you thinking these pancakes will help you get lucky," she suggests in a playful tone.

He leans over, cups her face in his large hands. "I already am Livy. You made the happiest man in the world that night." She whimpers. "But a guy can hope to finally get the love of his life naked."

"Fitz," she snickers and then her face grows sad.

"Liv," noticing her sudden change of mood. Thinking she's not ready he utters, "Look if you don't want to I can wait. You are worth it. As long as you come back to the White House with me and stay the night I don't care. All I want is to have you in my arms when I fall asleep and wake up."

She stands places herself in his lap. Her arms wrap around his shoulders. Soon her fingers are in his curls. "I want you Fitz don't ever doubt that but I can't right now." He raises his eyes unsure of what she's trying to say. She opens her purse and he eyes raise seeing what she means. Tears form in her eyes. "It wasn't supposed to show up for another week but with all the stress of our relationship going public and tonight. It came this morning. I am SO sorry Fitz," she sniffles.

"Livy," he croons.

"I know I should have told you earlier but…," she pauses feeling her cheeks heat up. "I was taught not to talk about THIS kind of thing, especially to a man. But you are NOT just any man. I love you and I wanted you to have me tonight. I so desperately wanted to give myself to you and NOW I can't. I almost cancelled."

"Well I am happy you didn't," he murmurs as a soft smile appears on his face. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because I love you so much that's why," kissing her lips. "It's nice to know that our love and relationship has reached this level of trust Livy," he smirks. "I get it and I can wait."

"But…," Olivia protests but he stops her with another kiss.

"Nope. When we finally make love Livy it will be perfect. Plus this is ONLY our first public date, and I like the idea of us waiting longer."

"Now you're lying," she grins.

"Meh. Yes I have needs Livy but that's what cold showers are for. As long as you come home with me tonight I'll be fine. All right?" She nods. "Ruby?"

"Abby has her," she winks. "She'll bring her to me tomorrow."

"Okay," kissing her again. She continues to sit in his lap and feed him the pumpkin pancakes. He returns the favor and feeds her bites in return. Olivia teases him by sucking the whipped cream off his fingers. He in turn returns the favor and places it all over her lips and kisses it off passionately. By the end of "dessert" both are ready for what Fitz has in store next.

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A Whole New World…

Fitz lifts her off his lap, and brings her to the center of the room. He glances behind her, as a member of the staff places an old radio on floor. He kisses her cheek sauntering over to it. After checking the music selection, he presses play. The opening chords begins to play and melting Olivia's heart.

"Fitz," she coos as he swoops her up in his arms and begins to move her around the floor to "A Whole New World." Olivia is blown away as he gazes into her eyes and sings….

I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide?

I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming

He continues to twirl her around the room for the remainder of the song. As it finishes he scopes her up spinning her around the room. Her laughs bounce of the walls in the room. She buries her nose in his neck as her body is pressed tightly against his. He continues to hold her this way until another song plays and they dance again.

After a bit of dancing, he informs her that it's time to go. He retrieves her shall, his jacket, and is ensured by his staff everything will be cleaned up for the Archives to open in the morning. On their way out, the Curator appears. Olivia goes to him instantly thanking him for his generosity and for helping Fitz score a second date.

"You're welcome Ma'am," he replies. Olivia leans forward placing a gentle kiss on the curator's cheek, making the older gentleman blush.

She pulls away and steps aside so Fitz can thank him properly. He tells Fitz to hold onto her. "I plan too," Fitz responds earnestly. The gentleman then shake hands. They are then escorted out. The press are still camped out. Both wave to the cameras but as she reaches the final step, she steps, startling Fitz. "Liv," he whispers fearing she does not want to leave with him.

She yanks him forward, kissing him hard. The cameras flash, as Fitz is lost in the warmth of her mouth. As her lips free from his, Fitz cups her face. "What was that for," he coos as his mind plays catch up.

"For loving me," she glances behind her. "And for giving me the best first date I've ever had." He raises his eyes. "Yes Fitz. This one tops everything."

"Good," he kisses her lips. He whispers into her ear, and escorts her to his motorcade. Once inside she snuggles into his side for the ride back to the White House. His arms completely engulf her body as she holds him close. As the car enters the gates, he whispers, "Welcome home," which gets him a kiss again. But before he can deepen it, she stops him.

Fitz rolls his eyes but realizes they have all the time in the world once she's upstairs. The doors soon open and they are escorted by the agents into the Residence. Once alone, she changes for bed, as Fitz does the same. Soon they meet each other in the bedroom standing there with goofy grins on their faces. She waltzes over to his side, throwing the blankets back.

"You coming to bed MISTER or not," speaking with a whole lot of sass in her voice. "It's not polite to…," but her words are stopped when he pounces on her, then spoons her in his arms.

"You were saying," he teases.

"You're incorrigible," she holds his face. He winks then kisses her lips. "Thank you Fitz."

"No Livy. Thank you," he replies honestly. She squints. "You gave me NO us a chance. And even now I am just blown away at how much your love strengthens me."

"Likewise," she answers holding his face. They kiss again, and soon she's yawning. He cradles her head over his heart. His hands rub her tired body, lulling her to sleep. As her breathing deepens, he lifts her chin, to gaze at her sleeping face. She smiles as his fingers grace her face. "I love you Fitz," sighing deeply.

"And I love you," he coos. He looks over to his nightstand, smiling at what's hidden. It was with him the entire night, teasing him to make to get on bended knee placing it on her finger. He told himself "not yet" knowing exactly when it's going to happen.

"It's a whole new world Mrs. Grant," he whispers. "And I can wait to begin it with you," he sighs as his eyes close and he drifts off to sleep. Their night is coming soon and he cannot wait to change her status from First Girlfriend to First Fiancé.

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DEFINITELY To Be Continued…

There you have their first date. I hope it exceeded your expectations. I thought a first date at the National Archives to see and touch the Constitution would be perfect. Trust me she'll never forget it and neither have we. Fitz pulled out all the stops, and he has a lot more in store for her.

Now as you know there is STILL one more update but wanted you all to know that I am POSTING this from DC. I saw the cast at the Smithsonian Thursday night and it was everything. Seeing Tony, Kerry, Jeff, Bellamy, Katie, Guillermo and even SR in person was an experience I'll never forget.

Literally #2ndBestNightOfMyLife. (Plus Tony wore jeans so I couldn't stop staring.)

Even going by the Hilton later to see who I can catch all dressed up. But if I see Tony in a tux, I may never recover. #JustSaying

So leave me plenty of #Crumbs and be on the lookout for the next half of the chap (yes I'm writing it now.)

Take care…

Me's