Hello everyone and welcome back. It has been forever since I've done a one-shot or any kind of writing... Between my other story and writer's block I haven't been as inspired but here's a treat.

This one shot was requested by Sarah aka Cosette_Yo in exchange for one of her amazing drawings. It was supposed to help her through the hiatus but I messed up and it's now a gift to celebrate Scandal's return tonight. Oopsy…

This takes place right after the winter finale. It won't be dealing with the political part of the kidnapping, it's all about Olitz.

Hope you enjoy!

Olivia wakes up with a headache and blinks a few times to adjust to the light. Confused, she looks around her and doesn't recognize anything. She is in what looks like a bedroom at first sight but can't hide its true purpose, a cell. There are bars on the windows, toilets and sink are in a corner, and a heavy looking door is closed. She doesn't even have to get up to know the door will be locked.
She rests her head back on the pillow and closes her eyes, willing the pain to go away. How did she get here? Who took her? Why?

The last thing she remembers is dancing with Jake in her living room and waiting for him to grab the blankets for the piano. Blankets on a piano? Yeah, talk about a genius plan...

There is a noise behind the door and the sound of someone turning a key in the lock. Olivia sits up suddenly and shrinks against the wall. She scans the room, looking for a weapon but there is nothing around her.

A man opens the door. "Ah, good, you're up. How are you feeling?" He asks gruffly as he lays a platter with food on the table.

"I don't have cash on me, I don't carry debit cards. If you are hoping for a ransom I don't have many friends. And if you're planning on getting away with this, you should know that there are security cameras trained on every inch of my apartment building and the police will identify you within minutes."

"We know how to disconnect security cameras Ms. Pope." The man answered disdainfully. "I have orders to keep you here and keep you alive. I don't want to hurt you but if you try something stupid, I will. You don't need to know why you're here, if people do what we ask, you will leave here unscathed. Now here's your lunch, I'll come back for dinner."

And with that he exits the room, leaving Olivia with more questions than answers. One thing is clear, she is used as a bargaining chip. But against who? Rowan? Jake? Fitz?

Jake doesn't have much to offer so it's highly improbable.

Rowan is on the run, B6-13 is being dismantled so he doesn't have much either.

Fitz? Well Fitz is the POTUS so there is a lot he can do. And Olivia knows that of her life is in danger, he will do almost anything... But who could pull something like that? It has to be someone close to them, someone who knows them and their relationship. At one point she would have considered Cyrus but right now it didn't seem plausible. Mellie? Elisabeth North? Andrew?

They both had many enemies, it was hard to know which one did this. Based on their recent findings at OPA, Andrew and Elisabeth were the first suspects. But why?

Olivia's head started to pound again and she lied down, closing her eyes again.

She tried to get her mind to stop running. Trying to figure out who took her or why is pointless, she didn't have enough clues to find out from here. Instead she let her thoughts run free.

She thought back to when she was taken. She was about to have sex with Jake. Was she really about to have sex with Jake? After just giving a speech about not choosing either of them, what was wrong with her? Maybe it was just because he was there at that moment... Because really, what did he have to bring to her? What did he ever bring into her life? As she drifted off to sleep, her mind reviewed her history with Jake.

First of all, there was the way he came to be in her life. Her father sent him in her life with the goal to break Fitz and her up. He didn't meet her by accident, he met her as an assignment to be monitored and manipulated. Whether it was Rowan or Fitz who sent him first didn't matter. The result was he only got close to her to control her.

Speaking of Fitz, even when Jake knew how she felt about Fitz, his friend, even after she told him, repeatedly, that she loved him, he still kept trying to come between them. He even took advantage of her vulnerability to sleep with her.

He also hurt her physically and not just once. There was the time in his apartment when he gave her a concussion and sent her to the hospital. He was a trained assassin, he could have immobilized her pretty easily but he pushed her into a table. And then, he asked her to not tell anyone. And let's not forget the day he choked her. This one was no accident, he grabbed her throat with his bare hands and pushed her against a wall. What kind of man does that?

When the goings got too rough, what did he do? He asked her, no begged her to save him, to take him with her and save him from the big bad wolf.

He childishly needs to compare himself to Fitz all the time or to diminish what she had with him. Sex is not about love or a connection, it's about erasing Fitz or making him meaningless. He also had no problem releasing their sex tape to other people.

James... He killed James. He personally killed him... There was a thousand ways to handle this problem but he chose to just kill one of her close friends, murder him and let him suffer...

And what could he bring to her? He is jobless and seems perfectly happy to just live off of her like a leech.

So to sum it up, liar, manipulative, disloyal, violent, childish, coward, disrespectful, murderer, dead beat... Wow... Yeah, a real prince Charming! Fitz may have many flaws but they still didn't reach Jake's level. Tired and drained, Olivia fell asleep.

She was woken up by the sound of screams and shots fired. Terrified, she brought the covers and kneeled in the corner of the bed. She felts her cheeks dampening and realized she was crying uncontrollably. Then, suddenly, the noise stopped. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed.

The door of her room boomed opened and she screamed desperately. She opened her eyes and was faced with three men in military gear and heavily armed walking towards her.

"Ms. Pope?" One of them asked.

She stared at him, wide eyed, unable to form words.

"Ms. Pope, I'm Lieutenant Johnson." He informed her softly, approaching her like he would a wild scared animal. "We're here to rescue you. Come with me, you're safe now. We're going to take you to a hospital."

Olivia inhaled sharply three times and broke down, crying hysterically, burying her face in her hands. She felt one man picking her up but she couldn't stop crying. She was laid down on a gurney and felt paramedics moving around her. She felt a sting in her arm, probably a sedative and then, her world turned black again.

When Olivia opened her eyes again, she was in a hospital room. She turned her head slowly to look at her surroundings. The room was like any other hospital room she had seen except for two small details. The first one was the two soldiers standing guard by her door and the second one was the man sitting in the chair facing her bed.

He looked tired, his tie was undone and hanging around his neck, his hair was a mess of curls and he was staring at her intently. When he realized she had moved, he instantly stood up and worked toward her.

"Livvie…" He whispered as his hand rose to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips.

"Fitz…" She exhaled, her eyes closing, relishing the tender moment.

"I was so scared…" He murmured, his voice sounding so far away.

"Me too." She admitted. "I… It… They…" Her voice broke, fresh tears filling her eyes.

"Shhh…" He soothed. "You're safe now. Nobody can get to you. I'll make sure of it." She nodded and leaned into his hand. "Let me get the doctor, okay?" She nodded again and he stood up and left for a second.

The doctor came in a few minutes later. "Ms. Pope, you're up. Good. I'm Doctor Lawrence. How are you feeling? Any pain?"

"I'm fine. My head feels heavy though." She admitted

"That's normal. It's a result of the stress and the drugs you had in your system. You were slightly dehydrated when you came in, your pressure was low and you had a panic attack but other than that, your body doesn't seem to have sustained too much damage.

You should be able to leave the hospital in the next few hours but I recommend you get a lot of rest in the next few weeks. Even though your body is fine I'm worried about your mind. The experience you have been through was stressful and I would recommend you talk about it with someone. I also recommend a change of scenery. Somewhere you can be in a quiet environment without any of the stressful elements of your life."

"I don't think that's…" She started only to be interrupted by Fitz.

"I'll make sure she follows your instructions. Thank you Doctor." He shook his hand and Dr. Lawrence left the room.

Olivia cocked an eyebrow at him. "You'll make sure I'll follow his instructions? In case you haven't noticed, you are still a married man and the president of the United States. How exactly do you plan to do that?"

"Easy. By taking you to our house in Vermont and taking care of you."

"Okay, there are so many things that are wrong that I don't know where to start. One, I'm guessing by you being here that my kidnapping had something to do with you. Knowing that, being together in the same place might not be the smartest idea. Two, you are not taking me anywhere, I am a big girl and I can take care of myself. I am not going to Vermont, my life is here and I am not leaving it all behind because a lunatic decided to attack me. Three, I feel like I'm repeating myself but you are the President of the United States, you can't just go to Vermont for weeks to take care of your former mistress. Plus…"

"Enough." Fitz exclaimed, only loud enough to interrupt her rant. "You are not in charge of everything. In fact, you are not in charge of anything.

One, you are right, your kidnapping was about me and I'll explain everything later. But the fact that you were kidnapped gives me the right to put you in protective custody and dictate where you go and who comes with you.

So, two, either you are coming to Vermont with me or I'm putting you into a secure facility where you will be safe from harm.

And three, I am the President of the United States and I can do practically anything, including working from Vermont while I take care of the love of my life.

So, four, if you call yourself my mistress again, I will have the nice doctors sedate you for the remainder of your recovery."

"You wouldn't!" She dared.

"Try me." He smirked. Olivia huffed and turned on the bed, her back facing him. "You can pout all you want Olivia but this is happening. I am not taking any risks with your safety anymore. We need to talk but it can wait until we're in our house. For now, get some rest." He approached the bed and leaned down to kiss her cheek and had to roll his eyes when she pulled up the covers over her face to stop him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Livvie." He smiled and left the room.

After he left, Olivia turned around in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position. She couldn't believe Fitz was doing all this. Hadn't he endangered his presidency enough because of her? She was torn between being upset at him for making decisions for her and disregarding his job and being thankful for risking everything to take care of her.

If she was being honest, she needed someone to take care of her. The past few days had been extremely stressful and she was deeply shaken by her kidnapping. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if Fitz hadn't found her. She didn't want to think about what would have happened to her if her kidnappers had found out he wouldn't comply with their demands.

Her head felt heavy again and she decided to go back to sleep knowing she was safe and there was nothing she could do. She needed someone to take care of her for now. Might as well be the man she loved…

XXX

A week later, Olivia was starting to get used to living in the house. She had been transferred there on Monday and Fitz had arranged for a nurse to come check on her everyday plus one of the top therapists of the country, Colin Michaels, was making home visits for her.

The first meeting with Colin, Olivia had barely spoken a word. She was still upset at Fitz for taking control over her life and acting like a petulant child was her way of resisting. Colin had spent the whole hour trying to get her to talk to him to no avail.

The following evening, Fitz had torn into her, telling her she was acting completely immature, that Colin was there only for her and if she didn't feel comfortable with him she could hire whoever she liked but she had to talk to someone to get better.

"You may think you're punishing me by not talking but you're only hurting yourself. Grow up, Olivia." He had left the room and had locked himself in his office for the rest of the evening. His tantrum had made her realized how childishly she was acting and she had dove into her next sessions with the will to heal.

They had only spent one two-hour session on the kidnapping because they both felt it was enough. She hadn't spent that long in captivity and no harm had come to her. She only needed to express how scared the experience had made her but realized she was now safe, especially with Fitz watching over her.

The next sessions, she focused on the events before the kidnapping. They talked about her father, about Jake, about Fitz, about her constant running away, about her fears and hopes. One week wouldn't be enough to figure out everything but it was a start and with each session, she felt lighter.

Fitz had been staying with her most of the time, occasionally flying out when his physical presence was required. He had been careful not to smother her, leaving her her own space and allowing her to come to him when she needed it.

She really appreciated the restraint he showed especially because she knew how hard it must have been for him to not check up on her every five minutes. She knew he had been scared by her kidnapping. He had been scared that, once again, he might have lost her. Her sessions with Colin also helped her empathize with him and put herself in his shoes.

She knocked on his office door and smiled at the familiar sight. He was hunched over some papers, his glasses hanging from his nose, one hand in his hair and the other playing with the pen in his hand. He raised his head and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hi." He called, dropping his pen on the desk and walking from behind it.

"Hi." She answered shyly from the doorframe. "I… Huh… I was wondering when you'll be done so we can have dinner together…"

"You want to have dinner together?" He asked as he stopped an arm's length from her.

"Well, yeah… If you're not too busy…" She answered, suddenly very interested in the sight of her shoes.

"I'm never too busy for you." He answered softly, causing her to raise her head to lock eyes with him. "Let me finish up with this paperwork and I'll join you in ten minutes."

"Take your time." She smiled before leaving the room.

Less than 10 minutes later, Fitz was joining her in the living room. Olivia had prepared an assortment of popcorn and two glasses of wine.

"Please tell me this is not what you called dinner." Fitz chuckled.

"What?" She smiled. "It's food, at night time, why can't it be dinner?"

"Because that thing is not 'food'. Dinner requires meat and vegetables…" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Relax, there will be real man food later." She rolled her eyes before handing him a glass of wine and sitting down on the couch. Fitz chuckled and sat down on the couch too, a reasonable distance from her.

"So, how was your day?" He asked awkwardly, not sure how to start a conversation with her.

"It was alright. I saw Colin this morning, we had a productive session. And this afternoon, I took a look at some rooms of the house and…" She trailed, nervous about what she would say next.

"And?" Fitz pushed her.

"I was thinking about renovating some of them…" She finished shyly. "If you're okay with it."

"This is your house, Livvie, you're free to redecorate and renovate how you want."

"Okay, well, I was thinking maybe turning one of the downstairs bedrooms into an office so that I could work from there…"

"You want to stay and work here?" He asked surprised but delighted.

"Well, not permanently but for the time being and maybe later I'll want to come back once in a while…"

"That's a great idea." He beamed at her. "Why don't you write down a few ideas and I'll get in touch with the contractors you might need."

"Sounds great." She smiled gratefully. "So, how was your day?"

"Oh, you know… Serving my time in the crown jewel of the American prison system. Although, being here makes the job easier somehow…" He stared down at her intently, shifting slightly so he could be closer to her.

"You're just saying that because Cyrus isn't breathing down your neck predicting the end of the world." She joked, uncomfortable with his stare.

"Maybe." He laughed. "But mainly it's being close to you…" He continued, his voice lowering.

"Fitz…" She breathed.

"Yes?" He breathed, his face inching towards hers.

She was trying to think of reasons why she shouldn't kiss him but the familiar smell of his cologne, his breath against her lips and his blue eyes piercing hers turned her mind to mush and her insides into butterflies. Her eyes moved from his lips to his eyes a few times before she slowly moved her lips closer.

Their lips met softly, tenderly moving against each other, slowly acquainting themselves again. They kissed with closed lips a few times, their bodies moving towards one another until they were flush against each other. Fitz' arms wrapped around Olivia's waist, one hand on her thigh and hers went around his neck, her hands moving to his hair. Fitz' tongue slipped out to tease her lips, begging for entrance, which she was too happy to allow.

The moment their tongues met, Fitz became unleashed. He tightened his hold around her and deepened the kiss. When Olivia moaned, he pushed her on her back and settled between her legs. While still kissing her, he started rocking his hips into hers, his hard erection rubbing against her engorged clit.

Olivia felt like she was in heaven, the feel of Fitz above her, his hair against her fingers, his tongue playing with hers and his shaft against her most sensitive part. She couldn't stop moaning and scratching her nails against his scalp which seemed to spur him on.

Fitz moved his hand under her shirt and caressed her flat stomach. His eyes rolled behind his closed eyelids when he felt her stomach muscles clenching. Knowing he was the source of her arousal was the most powerful aphrodisiac to him. He moved his hand higher and groaned when his hand wrapped around her breast. They were just as soft as he remembered and fit in his palm perfectly.

He slipped his fingers beneath the satin of her bra and allowed his fingertips to tease her pert nipples. He alternated between soft caresses and sudden pinches, relishing in the way Olivia's body moved to the rhythm of his ministrations. Her body was undulating beneath him and her hands had started roaming his back under his shirt, following the ridges of his muscles. His skin was on fire everywhere he touched her.

Needing to have more skin contact, he started pulling at the hem of her shirt furiously. Olivia eagerly helped him rid her of the shirt and bra before attacking his own shirt. They released a simultaneous sigh when their skin finally made contact completely and Olivia pulled Fitz even closer to her body.

Olivia's hands attacked Fitz' belt and his jeans button but instead of pulling them down like he expected, she slipped her hands under the waist band of his underwear and caressed his ass. Fitz growled when she started squeezing, her ministrations sending shockwaves through his cock and bringing him closer to insanity.

He moved his mouth from hers and trailed kisses down her neck, taking his time marking her everywhere he reached. His mouth leisurely traveled to her breast and when he reached her nipple, grabbed it between his teeth. Olivia mewled out and he sucked the tight bud in his mouth, sucking hungrily and moaning in delight. One of his hands moved to her other nipple, playing with it in anticipation of his mouth and his other hand traveled lower, slipping under her yoga pants to reach her damp and engorged pearl.

He felt her nails digging in his neck when he started rubbing his fingers up and down her slit and he bit her nipple in response to the pain, causing her to choke out a cry. He smiled against her breast and moved his mouth back to her neck licking and sucking his way to her ear, taking the lobe between his lips.

"God, I missed how wet you get for me…" He whispered.

"Fitz…" She breathed.

"I can't wait to feel you on my dick…" He whispered again, a finger sliding inside her in time to feel her walls clamping at his words. "But first… I want to taste you. I missed your taste, your sweet sweet taste."

He moved his face above hers and, had he not been so aroused, he would have laughed at the mix of lust, anticipation and desperation he found on her features. He kissed her briefly but intensely before moving his mouth lower. He pulled on her pants and panties, quickly taking them off and settled between her open legs.

He moved one leg over the back of the couch and the other on the floor, opening her completely. With two fingers, he held her lips open and stared at her aching clit. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he dove in tongue first.

He moved a hand over Liv's stomach just in time to stop her from rocketing off the couch and used his other hand to hold her legs opened while he literally devoured her. Olivia's cries echoed in the room as he bit, kissed, sucked and nibbled on her bundle of nerves.

Olivia didn't know what to do with her arms, one second she was gripping the couch, the next, gripping Fitz' hair, trying to bring him closer, the next her hands were on her breasts. She was going out of her mind with pleasure, not knowing if her eyes were open or closed because all she could see was stars. She moaned helplessly, grinding her hips against Fitz' face, chasing her release.

She didn't have to wait long because the next thing she knew, Fitz moved two of his fingers inside her and curled them upwards, hitting her spot and sending her spiraling over the edge. She screamed out his name, her hips getting a mind of their own as they rode Fitz' delighted face.

Fitz lapped up her juices, continuing his sweet torture for as long as he could, prolonging her orgasm and delighting in every sound that came out of her mouth. After a while, she finally settled down and collapsed limply on the couch, one arm thrown over her face as she tried to catch her breath.

He kissed his way up her body, chuckling when he tried to kiss her and she didn't even have the strength to kiss him back. He moved her arm out of the way and waited for her to open her eyes. It took her a while but when she finally did and saw his face above her, a beautiful smile spread on her lips.

"Hi." She breathed out.

"Hi." He smiled back. "I'm guessing you liked that?" he fished for compliments.

"Screw you." She chuckled, inhaling deeply, trying to regulate her breathing.

"Hmm, I'd like that." He hummed, kissing her neck, teasing the soft skin with barely there kisses.

Olivia shivered, briefly wondering how he could make her want him so much after just giving her a fantastic orgasm.

"What do you say we take this somewhere else?" She asked, thinking it might be more appropriate to take their love making session to the bedroom.

"Great idea." He grinned widely, pulling away from her neck. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent alarms ringing in Olivia's mind. She knew he was about to do something very inappropriate but had no idea what.

He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and started walking towards the stairs. For a minute, Olivia thought she might have been wrong. That was before Fitz lowered her on a hard surface which she immediately realized was the grand piano in the middle of the room.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She stammered, trying to sit up.

"I'm taking this somewhere else." He grinned, pushing her back.

"It's not what I…" She tried.

"Quiet." He ordered in that voice that sent shockwaves straight to her core. "Lie back." He commanded again, his eyes boring into hers. She obeyed him and watched as he rid himself of the remainder of his clothes.

When he was completely naked, Fitz moved back towards the piano and spread Olivia's legs so he could stand between them. He brought one hand to her cheek and trailed it down slowly down her body, while staring at her face. He relished in the feel of her sweaty skin beneath his fingertips and her hair sprawled out on the black wood of the piano.

Olivia couldn't take her eyes off of him. He had the most intense expression she had ever seen and knew there was no way he was letting her off this piano without a screaming orgasm. Not that she wanted him to…

Fitz bent over her and she sat up slightly to meet his lips half way. Their kiss was feral and they were devouring each other's lips. Olivia moved her arms around his neck and he moved one arm beneath her leg before bringing it over his shoulder.

They disconnected their lips to look down as he brought his member to her core. He slid his cock between her lips a few times, coating it in her juices and she trembled at the sensation. Fitz moved one hand to her ass to bring her closer and entered her slowly, delicious inch by delicious inch.

Olivia gasped at the sensation and buried her face in his shoulder, biting his skin hard enough to leave a mark. The angle he had her in allowed him to go so deep she felt him everywhere. And then, he started moving. Olivia cried out and started sucking on his skin, wanting to taste him. She felt the rumble in his chest and knew he liked what she was doing.

Fitz started moving his hips in slow circles, his dick fully embedded in her. He wanted to feel her completely, feel every inch of her walls around him and commit them to memory. He felt her sucking on his neck, knowing it would leave a mark that would give Cyrus a heart attack but he didn't care. He just wanted to feel her and please her.

After a while, he started moving in and out of her, never increasing his pace but simply giving her enough friction to blur her mind. Olivia lied back on the piano, her arms stretching behind her to grip the edge. Fitz bent over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he increased his rhythm.

Olivia started mewling out, her head thrashing around in pleasure and it caused him to increase his pace again, gyrating his hips and sucking harder on her breast. He was momentarily startled by the muffled sound of music until he realized it was coming from the piano. He was pounding into Olivia so hard it was rattling the instrument and the strings were vibrating.

One of Olivia's hands moved to his neck and she pulled him to her, wanting their lips to be connected. He indulged her happily, kissing her back with the same intense hunger. He pulled away just a few inches and watched her face contorted in pleasure.

"Are you close, baby?" He whispered.

"Fitz... I… Aaaah."

"That's not an answer, love." He teased. "Use your words." He swiveled his hips deliberately before surging into her harder than before.

"Aaaaaah." She exclaimed, throwing her head back. "I… I'm c… I'm cumming, Fitz… I'm…"

"Let go, baby, come for me…" He coached her, increasing his pace again.

"Fiiiiiiitz!" She screamed out, her walls closing around his cock in a vice grip that had him spilling his seed a few seconds later. He stroked in and out of her a few more times, grunting and kissing her before he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her bosom.

He felt Olivia's arms wrapping around his shoulders, holding him in place and he caressed her sides with his hands, wanting this moment to last forever. They stayed in their embrace for a moment before they started getting cold. When he felt her first shiver, he picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bathroom, turning on the shower to a warm setting. He wrapped her in his arms and they stayed under the hot stream, Olivia's head resting on his shoulder and his cheek against her hair.

"You've always been the king of inappropriate." Olivia chuckled after a moment of silence.

"What? The piano?" He grinned. "You said somewhere else, you didn't say where you wanted to go."

"You knew what I meant." She laughed.

"I didn't hear you complaining." He remarked.

"No, no complaints." She grinned up at him.

"So…" He asked, suddenly serious. "What does this mean?"

Olivia sighed and rested her head on his shoulder again. "I don't know… I know I can't be with anybody else but…"

"But?" He asked.

"But you're still married. And you're still the POTUS. And there are so many obstacles…"

"Let's take this one day at a time. We'll figure it out." He whispered against her hair. "I can't be with anyone else either. I'm not letting you get away again. I'm not losing you again."

"One day at a time." She smiled as she pulled away slightly.

"One day at a time." He confirmed, leaning down to kiss her lips.

So, if I had my way, this is what would be happening tonight on Scandal buuuuuut… yeah we all know it's not going to happen. A girl can dream, right?

Also, for the part where Jake gets torn down, I used a Tumblr post by Belladamenoir, so all credits to her for summing up what kind of man he is.

I hope you enjoyed. Leave me your thoughts.

Cheers,

C.