Chapter 27: Grace

"Don't judge my path if you haven't walked my journey." -unknown


OPOV

"Wow." Abby said over and over. She had just arrived at the Vermont Estate and Olivia was showing her around the upstairs. Stephen would be arriving in a few hours and Olivia was hoping to get a few things done before the rest of her guests arrived.

"This place is massive, Liv." She said after the eighth 'Wow'. Olivia had no choice but to smile. It was a beautiful home. And it was already filled with so many beautiful memories.

"This place saved us...it saved me," she honestly replied. They were making their way back downstairs when Hal entered the Great Room.

"There's a delivery for you, Ms. Pope. I placed it on the counter." Olivia and Abby made their way into the kitchen where an enormous bouquet of white long stemmed roses awaited her. She looked them over and lightly touched a few of the petals when she saw a neatly tucked card sitting in the middle of the arrangement.

The handwriting belong to the President.

Olivia tugged the card free and read her name. She loved Fitz's handwriting and the gesture made her smile. He had returned to the White House the day after Christmas and she missed him terribly. They had spent such an incredible time with his children and were both on such a high, despite the fact he had to return to Washington without her. He promised he would try and join the dinner party that evening but Olivia knew it would be asking a lot.

She opened the card and could feel her friends eyes on her. Her face felt hot because she knew how her body responded to him, even if he wasn't there in the physical form. It was no secret Fitz didn't even need to be in the room...a simple mention of him was enough for her heart to start racing. It had been that way for as long as she could ever remember. The penmanship was in black ink and said the following:

Wishing you good luck tonight with your friends.

They are lucky to have you. So am I.

-Fitz

Her heart warmed and she read the words a few more times before placing the card back into the small envelope. When she finally turned to face Abby she was staring at her and smiling. Olivia felt a bit shy for a few moments before deciding to pour each of them a glass of wine.

"What's it like, Liv?" Abby asked. Olivia shot her a confused glance before asking her what exactly she meant.

"What's what like?"

Abby smiled and took a sip of wine. She sat on the nearest bar stool and studied her face before explaining her question.

"You've loved each other for a long time. And you've both had your fair share of sacrifices. How does it feel to love someone so much?"

Olivia took a long sip of wine and shifted her weight, crossing one leg over the other. She had never been asked that question and needed to think about how to answer. She stared across the room for a long moment until the words came to her.

"It's difficult to explain. I want to say something cliche like he makes me a better person but it's so much more than that." She took another sip of wine and paused, trying again to think of the words.

"There's no condition with him. No motive. I know that deep down he loves me for me. And it just feels like...home."

Abby smiled at her, nodding her head up and down at the words but didn't respond. They remained silent for a while and Olivia finished the glass of wine in her hand.

"I'm so happy for you, Olivia. You look really, really happy. I can't ever remember seeing you like this." She spoke honestly and from her heart and the words meant so much coming from a friend.

Olivia truly wasn't comfortable with such type of attention on her, so she changed the subject and decided to

discuss what she needed help with. They began to divide several tasks up and agreed to it would be best to start with the dining room.

"What about the actual dinner?" Abby suddenly asked, stopping mid step. "You haven't mentioned food at all..." Olivia was bent over taking some place setting out of the bottom cabinet.

"Fitz is sending one of the White House chefs over to prepare dinner and dessert. He'll be here around 4:00 and dinner will be served at 8:00." Olivia continued about her business and tried her best not to sound cavalier about the situation. To some degree, it embarrassed her but Fitz wouldn't back down on having the chef cook.

And sometimes it was just best to let things go.

Abby's eyes widened and eventually followed Olivia into the other room. Since the food was being prepared for them, she wanted to focus on the presentation. The Christmas decorations in the dining room had been taken down and the room was pretty bare. When Donna had picked up the decorations, she brought by several different pieces for Olivia to use as centerpiece for both formal or casual decor.

For the next hour both she and Abby played interior design and chatted. Olivia was grateful for the company. Living in such a large house had it's perks but it also got lonely. And it was also nice to catch up with Abby on a personal level. She was sharing about her relationship with David and how things weren't working out between them. It made Olivia feel somewhat guilty.

"I didn't realize you two were having problems...if I would've know..." Before she had the chance to continue Abby intentionally cut her off.

"I'm fine, Liv. And I'm glad I'm here. You and Fitz really give me hope." Olivia turned and looked at Abby who was busily placing silverware on the table. Her eyes filled with tears but she didn't say anything.

For reasons she couldn't explain, that compliment meant the world to her.


It was half past two when Stephen arrived. Olivia took one look at him and so many memories filled her mind. He wasted no time and hugged Olivia, picking her up. Once her feet were back on the ground he kissed her cheek and began to look her over. His eyes glistened and he looked exactly as she remembered him.

Once he had his fill of Olivia, he turned and faced Abby who appeared to be as giddy as a school girl. Olivia stepped back and had to nearly do a double take. She knew Abby had a crush on Stephen years ago but she didn't expect for her to fall back into the exact same pattern as before. They embraced and Abby touched his arm several times when she shared how sorry she was to hear his was divorced.

Olivia had the urge to laugh loudly at her pretend disappointment but decided instead to give Stephen a tour and show him the grounds. Deep down she was so proud of their home. Stephen's reaction was similar to Abby's and he commented several times on how luxurious it was. He noticed her engagement ring right away and began to ask her details about the wedding.

Details she didn't have the answers to.

"We're thinking next spring. The White House will make a formal announcement this summer/fall. But we're still trying to work some details out."

They made their way back into the kitchen and Olivia poured them each more wine. Stephen began to catch them up with his life and announced he had become a father a little over a year ago. Abby's entire demeanor changed when he shared that piece of information and it didn't go unnoticed by Olivia. The news shocked them both and they asked several questions including wanting to see pictures of him.

For the next several hours they chatted, had lunch and chatted some more. Olivia couldn't remember the last time she felt so content. Stephen kept bringing up old cases and making them laugh at all the times Olivia grew angry at Quinn for not being able to follow specific directions her first week on the job. He began to try and imitate Olivia and laughter radiated through the house with each word spoken. Tears were forming in Olivia's eyes from laughing so hard as she watched Stephen 'act like her' during stressful situations.

She simply didn't want the moment or laughter to end.


At 4:00 sharp, a few members of secret service arrived and escorted Chef Pierre Angeles into the home. He was Fitz's personal chef and worked for two presidents before Grant administration took office. He shook their hands and kissed Olivia once on each cheek explaining the President gave 'specific orders' when it came to her. A sharp pain entered Olivia's chest at his words.

There was no end to how deeply she loved that man.

The next hour was spent discussing the different courses that would be served. Olivia excused herself and left Stephen and Abby alone in the Great Room while she and Chef Pierre went into the kitchen. After the courses were planned, they discussed dessert options. Olivia took the opportunity to ask what was the Presidents favorite dessert. She asked for selfish reasons and decided to choose his favorite, silently praying that he would be able to attend.

She eventually returned to Stephen and Abby who were sitting closely together on the couch. Stephen was discussing why he and his ex ended up divorcing.

"Having a child changed everything," he said. Olivia closely listened and sat across from them, tucking one leg underneath the other. "She became someone I didn't recognize anymore and I had to get out."

Abby touched his shoulder and both the women shared how sorry they were to hear the news. The discussion soon shifted to his son and a series of other heavy topics. They were in the middle of listening to Abby share her troubles regarding David when Hal entered to let Olivia know Harrison and Quinn would be arriving soon.

Olivia immediately stood and excused herself. She needed a few minutes alone before facing them. Things hadn't gone well on the phone with either of them, especially Harrison but truth be told she was more worried about facing Quinn. She knew Quinn idolized her and she deeply hated disappointing either of them. But at the same time, she wanted to remain strong. She couldn't erase the past like Michael always told her- her only choice was to walk through a situation and be willing to learn the lesson should life provide it. It was an inner battle she often faced, especially when having to confront a situation like this.

"They're here, Liv," Abby said through the door. She gently knocked a few times and Olivia looked at herself in the mirror before responding.

It was now or never.

Olivia retreated from the bathroom just as the front door opened. Both Harrison and Quinn stepped inside, immediately checking the house over. They were instantly greeted by Abby who hugged both of them. Stephen soon followed and did the same. It made her happy watching the two men hug. There was something about the camaraderie between the two that made her smile. They truly were a family.

Harrison was the first to meet Olivia's eyes. She walked over to him and stood, slight awkwardness taking over.

"Welcome to Vermont...it's really good to see you." Olivia extended her hand and Harrison took it, pulling her closer in. He kissed her on the cheek and quickly released her, breaking eye contact. She could tell he was visibly taken with emotion. It was the emotion you show when you truly miss someone.

And it made her heart ache.

"Quinn...welcome. Can I take your things?" She shifted her attention from Harrison and helped Quinn out of her coat. Little contact was made between the two ladies and she immediately knew Quinn was still holding a grudge. They all walked into the Great Room and Stephen took charge of the conversation.

Olivia began to feel uncomfortable inside but tried not to show it. She knew it would take some time for them to open up to her and she hoped what she was about to do, would be the next right thing.

"Stephen, I'm sorry to interrupt...would anyone like a drink?" Several of them nodded their heads and she motioned for Harrison to help her in the kitchen. Pierre was busily cooking and didn't seem to notice nor acknowledge their presence at all. Harrison's eyebrows rose and he motioned towards the chef, non-verbally asking who he was.

Olivia didn't respond, simply opening up another wine bottle and poured another glass. It was then Harrison noticed her engagement ring.

"Is that what I think it is?" He said, lifting her hand up as he spoke the words.

"It is," was all she replied. "That's part of the reason why I wanted all of us together."

"What's the other part?" She watched him take a sip of wine and and study her face carefully. It was just like Harrison NOT to beat around the bush and get straight to the point.

"The other part is...I missed everyone. It's been a long time. Too long. And there's a lot that still needs to be said." She spoke honestly and gauged his reaction. He seemed to be deep in thought and Olivia decided dive right in- head on- and face the music.

"I know I hurt you, Harrison. But me leaving shouldn't keep us apart any longer. I don't want to lose your friendship. I'm not perfect and did what I thought was best. Would I do it again? I don't know. But you have no idea what I was faced with. And so all I'm asking you right now is for a little grace. Because I promise you, my journey back here wasn't easy."

Olivia laid all she had been feeling out there and hoped Harrison would receive it. Whether or not he did was out of her control. All she could do was see where this conversation led.

"It's gonna take some time with Quinn," he eventually replied. "She's not your biggest fan right now. It was her idea to leave when we couldn't find you. But she did say you'd eventually be back." Olivia processed her words and saw out of the corner of her eye Quinn looking over at them. Her face was hard, almost jealous, and it was another reminder at why Olivia seldom had woman friends in her life.

It was to avoid moments like this.

"Congratulations, Liv," Harrison said breaking her train of thought. "It's really good to see you too. You seem happy."

"I am," was all Olivia replied.


The reminder of the evening could not have gone better. Even though Quinn was stand off-ish, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves tremendously. They all found the grounds breathtaking and enjoyed the time spent outside as well. Olivia had a few small tables set up near the orchid field and the weather, although cool, had a nice crisp to it. They mingled and talked...mainly about old cases, reminiscing on different crazy scenarios they would find themselves in.

Pierre appeared in the entrance and caught Olivia's attention. Dinner was ready and he had a few details to go over. She excused herself and followed him into the kitchen leaving everyone outside. Abby soon followed and helped her with some last minute finishing touches.

"It's going so well, Liv. Everyone is really having a great time. Do you think Huck will join us?"

Olivia explained she wasn't sure if Fitz would be able to make it. Huck was in charge of his detail and Hal hadn't mentioned anything. She felt the likelihood of him showing up wasn't good, considering he had just spent a few days there at the Estate before the Christmas holiday.

Once all the food was displayed to Olivia's liking, she called for everyone to join them and invited them to make a plate. They "oohed and ahhed" over the displayed and the men seemed to be very happy with the entree chosen. After a short while everyone sat in the dining room, Olivia at the head of the table. Before she began to eat, she took her spoon and lightly tapped her water glass several times. The discussion around her ceased and all eyes soon gave her the undivided attention she requested.

She sat looking at all the faces she loved. They were all in one room and it made her so happy inside. It was moments like these she wanted to share with Fitz. A small sadness crept in but she knew she had many other opportunities for this to happen- which led her in saying the following...

"I can't even put into words how much this moment means to me. Thank you for traveling all this way. Arrangements have been made for you to stay overnight at the Stowe Mountain Lodge Resort. You will have everything you could need there waiting for you. It was the least we could do."

"You've said "we" many times today, Liv. 'Who' is this 'we' you keep mentioning. Her tone was slightly clipped and it occurred to Olivia she was the only person she hadn't officially shared her news with.

"That 'we' includes me," responded a deep voice behind her. She watched the four bodies sitting around the table immediately stand. Before she could turn around to see what a few of them were gawking at, Fitz was at her side, rubbing the small of her back in a very familiar pattern.

A pattern that was his and his alone.

"I see I'm just in time. Please, everyone...sit and enjoy yourselves."

Olivia stood and tried her best to stay composed. She wanted to leap into his arms but forced herself to remain calm. Fitz was instantly hovered over her and his smell made Olivia feel nearly light headed. Everything about his stature was commanding, his suit immaculate, and he belonged to her in every way possible.

The thought was still almost too much for her to take in.

His hand cupped underneath her chin and gently raised it, bringing her lips within inches of his.

"I missed you," he spoke before softly kissing her. She could feel everyone's eyes on them and embarrassment settled in. Fitz appeared either oblivious or simply didn't care because he pulled her closer towards him, his other hand resting near her bottom.

Olivia quickly excused them and led Fitz into the kitchen to show him the food. She encouraged everyone to get started eating and not to wait on them. Just as they made their way out the room, Huck appeared and everyone rejoiced at his entrance. She could hear Stephen and Harrison whistling loudly at his new 'digs' and the gesture made her smile.

She wasn't the only one who had come a long way.

"I'm starving, baby. Everything looks great. Were you pleased with, Pierre?" Olivia grabbed a plate and began to place food on it when he hovered close behind her. She could feel him taking his coat off, making himself more comfortable. Within minutes, his arms were around her waist, his lips grazing her neck line.

"You smell so good." He whispered in her ear. Her body began to respond to him despite her efforts and she closed her eyes for a brief moment trying to regain some type of composure.

"Behave," she finally said turning around. His plate had been made and she tried to hand it to him. He took the plate from her hand and she watched as he set it on the counter next to her. She was leaned against the granite, her arms stuck to her sides, trying desperately not to touch him.

"If you think I won't clear this house to get you naked, Ms. Pope, you better think again." His arms were on either side of her and he playfully nuzzled his nose against her cheek.

"Have you noticed your favorite dessert?" She replied, trying to change the subject. She could tell her comment caught him off guard and he smiled. He looked around the kitchen and spotted the White Chocolate Mousse in the clear glasses perfectly alined on the far side of the kitchen. A devilish grin escaped him and Olivia heard him softly chuckle.

"I'll make a deal with you...I'll be on my best behavior out there as long as I can have my way with you AND that dessert later tonight." He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled.

"Deal?" He asked. His voice was low and his arms were now on either side of her, pinning her in.


FPOV

"Best. Behavior." Olivia replied. He couldn't help but smile at the brown eyes boring into him. He loved the affect he had on her and had no shame on using his lust for her as a playful weapon.

He grabbed his plate off the counter and headed back into the dining room when Olivia caught him by the arm. He turned to face her and she lovingly kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for the flowers. And the card." Her words were sincere and he adoringly tapped her bottom softly before flashing her a wink. She squeezed his forearm and they stared at one another, that familiar electricity pulsating through the air between them. They exchanged such an intimate moment it took them both by surprise and he felt himself suddenly inhale sharply.

Laughter erupted from the other room and it was then he kissed her quickly on the cheek and led her out of the kitchen. He saw the five people in the dining room semi-stand again at his presence - with none other than Huck leading the way.

"Please...sit. You're our guests." He immediately said, holding his hand so they would sit down. He stopped at Olivia's chair and pulled it for her before making his way down to the other end of the table, directly across from where she sat. They now each occupied both ends.

And it didn't go unnoticed. The chatter subsided when they returned so he decided to pick up where they left off and discuss the arrangements he had made for each of them.

"The resort has a room booked for each of you if you'd like to stay overnight. I'm sure you didn't bring luggage...they have a few shops in the lobby that will accommodate any of your needs. Just give them your name and charge the expense to the room. It's our treat and Olivia was right...it's the least we could do."

He surveyed the faces around him while he ate and they quickly each expressed their gratitude...everyone except Quinn. Fitz couldn't recall anything about her other than she worked for Olivia at one time. He could sense some uncomfortableness coming from her side of the table and wasn't able to gauge Olivia's face. He decided to make small talk with Stephen and Harrison who sat to the right of him.

Olivia chatted with Abby and Huck who asked a few questions about the resort. She mentioned a friend of theirs, Michael, stayed there over a year ago. Quinn chimed in and asked a question.

"Who's Michael?" She asked. "Is he from DC?" Her voice was edgy and he wondered why she would ask that question to begin with.

"No, he's not from DC. He's my therapist. We met in Grenada." Her voice was confident and he intentionally tuned out what Stephen was saying so he could hear Olivia's conversation.

"Olivia Pope has a therapist!" Quinn exclaimed. Somewhat mocking Olivia's words.

"Excuse me?" Fitz immediately interjected. His tone was highly irritated and he didn't bother hiding it.

"Fitz..." Olivia said from across the table. "I think maybe Quinn and I need to clear the air."


OPOV

Olivia led Quinn into a private room down the hallway. She closed the door and the second the latch clicked Quinn lit into her.

"You have NO IDEA what you put us through disappearing like that. No warning, no phone call, NOTHING. and you expect us to what...just forgive you as if nothing EVER HAPPENED?! Well I'M not going to fall in line like the rest and kiss your ass because everyone else is." Quinn was practically screaming at her, long streams of tears falling down her face. Olivia crossed her arms at her chest and tried desperately to remain calm.

She knew Quinn needed to get this out.

"You're not fooling anyone Olivia. You may have the president of the United States wrapped around your vagina but you know what?! You too DESERVE EACH OTHER. And HOW HUCK can now dedicate his life to PROTECTING HIM?! After the lengths he went to finding you!

YOU didn't see what it was like when they came for Huck. And THATS WHY I LEFT. Because I knew at that moment YOU weren't worth it. I would've walked through fire for you. I WANTED TO BE YOU! And you run off with a man who throws you against a wall! Do you even LOVE Fitz?! Do you even know what LOVE is?"

It was those words that made Olivia reach her limit.

"THAT IS ENOUGH! I understand you're angry and that I hurt you but let's get something straight. YOU have no idea WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH. Don't you dare stand there and make it seem like I haven't suffered too because I HAVE. I am not perfect Quinn. And I'm trying MY BEST to set things right with everyone but I DO NOT EXPECT you to forgive me. And I will NOT stand here and listen to another word! I am sorry for hurting you. I am. But I NEVER asked for this pedestal you put me on! GUESS WHAT?! Olivia Pope isn't perfect Quinn! She's a real person with feelings and wounds and scars that I wouldn't wish on my WORST enemy so the next time you want to unleash your hatred and blame for me - just remember that pedestal YOU put ME on was TOO DAMN HIGH!"

Olivia could feel herself shaking, her index finger pointing directly into Quinn's face. The two ladies stared hard at one another and Olivia strained making certain she didn't cry. A light tap on the door sounded behind her and she didn't need to ask who it was.

She knew it was Fitz.

The door slowly opened and she felt his presence move through her the moment he entered the room.

"How are things in here?" Fitz asked, his voice low and concerned. His arm wrapped around her torso and she felt him gently kiss her temple.

Quinn looked away the moment he entered the room. Olivia studied her carefully and could still see the hurt in her eyes. She knew Quinn loved her but wasn't ready to forgive. And that was truly okay.

"Quinn's leaving," Olivia said, breaking eye contact with her. "Hal will drive you to the airport or to the resort. It's completely up to you." She stepped aside closer to Fitz and out of Quinn's walk path. Her friend began to walk towards the door when Olivia called her name. She turned around and looked Olivia in the eyes. Her face was softer and it appeared as if maybe she was looking at the situation through different lenses.

"I plan on meeting anyone that stays tomorrow for breakfast at the cafe downstairs near the lobby." She wanted to make one last gesture and hoped the olive branch she was extending would be received. Quinn was quiet for a short time until she hesitantly replied.

"I'll see you in the morning."

Olivia watched her turn and walk out the door. As soon as they were alone, Fitz embraced her and she collapsed into his arms. Despite the fact she desperately wanted to cry she held herself together...using Fitz as her shield of armor.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered into her ear. He held her close and she could smell the bourbon on his breath. She knew he must have bonded with the boys and broken out what he considered to be 'real liquor.'

"I really disappointed her."

Fitz remained quiet and she wrapped her arms tighter around him, trying to process what just happened. What if everything Quinn said was right? Perhaps she had no idea what love actually was. She pushed the thought deep down and refused to allow it to ruin her time with the others. It had been a good day and she wanted more than anything to have a good night.

"I need a glass of wine."


FPOV

Fitz watched from the back as Olivia hugged each of her friends goodbye. It was nearly midnight and the four of them were being driven to the resort. Fitz deservedly gave Huck the night off and he couldn't help but smile at the way he looked at Olivia when they parted ways. He owed Huck a tremendous amount of gratitude and could see why Olivia loved him so much.

He couldn't help but replay the words he overheard Quinn tell her. He knew they bothered Olivia...they would bother him... and worry began to surface.

A large amount of alcohol had been consumed by all the last couple of hours...especially by Olivia. He could only remember seeing her drunk once in their relationship. And it was during their first campaign trail together.

He watched his fiancé close the large mahogany door and turn around. She was incredibly tipsy and he was simply enjoying the view. She wore a long sleeved thin cover up over a silk blouse and he could see her nipples through the material.

It drove him crazy.

Olivia walked over to the kitchen and and grabbed the last White Chocolate Mousse from the counter.

He purposely didn't eat any and enjoyed watching Olivia's reaction when he told her in front of everyone he was 'saving to eat it later tonight.'

She galavanted past him and began walking upstairs, throwing a few words back over her shoulders.

"Get your ass up here, Mr. President."

Fitz threw back the rest of his drink and laughed, a few memories beginning to jog his mind. Olivia turned very sassy when she drank...and controlling. It turned him on in ways he couldn't begin to imagine.

Once upstairs he saw the light in her new office on. The renovation had finally wrapped up just a week ago, right before Christmas. The room still smelled of fresh paint and plaster and he briefly looked around at the completed project. He had seen the office before but never in this new light. And he immediately surveyed all the new areas they hadn't christened yet.

Olivia was standing next to her new desk and chair that rested over a beautiful white rug. She was literally undressing herself before his eyes, throwing her clothes in a large pile onto the floor. The only thing she left on were her black stiletto heals.

Her skin glistened in the light and every move she made left him wanting to see more and more of her.

He watched in awe as she propped herself up onto her desk and sat back resting her body on her elbows. Her legs were bent at the knees and she parted then wide completely exposing herself to him. As he walked closer towards her, he realized the small glass of mousse sat innocently between her legs blocking her pussy from his direct line of sight.

Fitz nearly exploded inside his pants and mentally reminded himself to get this woman drunk more often. He stopped and took every inch of her in.

"Get over here," she called, her voice nearly snapping out each syllable. Two large steps later he was directly in front of her wrapping his hand around the back of her hair. He gently pulled it back and away from him, exposing her neck exactly the way he wanted it.

He pushed his body into her center and met the glass that separated them. His dick grew rock hard at the sensation and he purposely pressed the glass roughly into her folds making Olivia shutter loudly in pleasure.

Fitz began to kiss his way up her neck until he reached her mouth. His hand was still wrapped into her hair and he tugged at it once again in a rough and aggressive manner.

"Hmmm...that smart mouth makes me want to do bad things to it, Ms. Pope..." He spoke against her lips. They were now eye to eye and Olivia was breathing heavily. He reached in between her legs and dipped his finger into the glass before grazing her insides with it. He moved fluidly in one motion, going upwards until he brought it up to his mouth. He sucked his finger tasting a mixture of the dessert and her nectar, her lips still inches away from his.

OPOV

Olivia felt tipsy. She knew she drank entirely too much tonight but she didn't care. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. And for reasons she couldn't explain a demanding side of her came out and wanted to control...be in charge...dominate. It was usually Fitz who played that role in their love making but tonight was different.

Something inside sparked within and made her feel a rush of some kind...similar to when they were in the middle of a high profile case and adrenaline would surge throughout her body. She would grow numb to the outside world and let her outer shell of hardness take control.

"Get on your knees." She commanded, watching the man she loved raise his eyebrows in surprise. His kissed the tip of her nose before lowering himself to the floor. He was still dressed, both sleeves rolled up mid length. Olivia took the white chocolate and raised it to her breasts slowly turning the glass so it coated each nipple with the white substance. Before setting the jar down she dipped her finger into the dessert and coated the outer area of her pussy in a slow exaggerated circular pattern. She could hear Fitz's breathing increase; his hands caressing the back of her calves in slow circles.

"You're going to watch."

He swallowed hard at her words and slightly licked his lips but never spoke a word. She knew she had his complete and undivided attention.

"I know how much you love my nipples. I could feel your eyes on them downstairs." Olivia began to massage herself, lifting her breasts upward to her mouth. She gingerly licked each nipple tasting only a portion of the sweet substance. She moaned in pleasure and watched his lips part, the grip around her calves tightening as if he was forcing himself not to touch any other part of her body.

"Stand up." She dropped her breasts and leaned her body forward impatiently waiting for him to follow her instructions. Her words eventually registered and she watched him rise to his feet, his belt now at her eye level. Olivia forced the zipper down and set his bulge free, his shaft instantly springing upward. His tip was wet, the white fluid matching the color of the dessert on her body.

She admired the thick vein that traveled down the left side and traced the long line with the tip of her fingernail. His head immediately fell backwards and a deep moan radiated through his chest. Olivia pulled his dick down and centered it inside the jar pushing the glass so his tip touched the bottom.

His body flinched at the contact and his right hand was instantly in her hair aggressively titling her head back. Olivia gasped as the tingling spread through her scalp. Half of his shaft was now covered in White Chocolate.

"Now you're going to feel."

Olivia pulled away from his grip and brought his manhood to her mouth, instantly sucking him off in a slow repeated pattern. She wrapped her hands around his bottom and pushed him farther inside her mouth. His moans were deep and his hands grabbed her scalp pulling her hairs slightly with each suck. Her hands found his belt and unbuckled his pants sending the material down to his ankles.

Subconsciously she knew she was pushing him...and the thrill of the moment intoxicated her. She patiently waited for the alpha in him to rise...when he would no longer allow her to be in control.

His hips quickened their speed and he now matched her rhythm fucking her mouth with his cock. Olivia roughly cupped his scrotum and again used her nails to dig into his delicate skin.

"FUCKING CHRIST!" He bellowed into the air. His penis grew longer, faster than she ever experienced and her throat suddenly ached from the contact. Her eyes began to water and she suddenly released him in one quick motion, her mouth now devouring his testicle. She hummed softly while pumping his cock and that was his complete undoing.

Fitz pushed her away from him and she immediately released all control. She stood and faced him, her heels making her taller than she really was. His eyes narrowed looking at her, complete and utter arousal spread across his face. Everything inside her ached for him and needed him...craving him in every way possible.

"Touch me..." She began to say when he jerked her body around so she faced away from him.

"Quiet." He replied next to her face. She heard him shift his clothing and was certain he was taking them off.

"You drive me fucking crazy," he said into her hair. His hands were roaming her body and she felt him part her legs wide with his knees. She felt his nose in her hair and knew he was inhaling her scent, in her hair and down below. She wanted to be touched- to loose herself in him and he was moving much slower than she desired. She was about to start begging when he gave an instruction of his own.

"Get dressed."

Olivia quickly turned and watched in disbelief as he walked out of the room leaving her naked. The only thing missing was the dessert she originally brought in. It was difficult for her to process exactly what happened. She knew Fitz and there was no way he WAS NOT going to make love to her tonight.

She quickly dressed and came downstairs, her body hot and overstimulated. Fitz was waiting for her by the door- the dessert and a blanket in his hands. He didn't look at her when she approached...simply opening the front door for her.

The fresh cool air was a welcome feeling to her body. Excitement soon filled her chest and she smiled when Fitz grabbed her hand leading her down the dimly lit path. She knew where he was taking her and practically galloped trying to keep up with his pace.

When they finally arrived Fitz laid the blanket on the ground and Olivia couldn't believe her eyes. A large circle of fire pits were formed in the center of their sacred land. Fire burned brightly to keep them warm and the symbol of the moment represented so much. The fire that burned before her eyes was a symbol of the intensity they felt for one another.

It was such beautiful sight.

Olivia stood to the side and watched the President of the United States extend his hand out to her. She stepped on the blanket and he centered her, bringing her body close against his.

"Now YOU'RE going to feel." His face was pressed against the side of her cheek and she closed her eyes because he used the same words she spoke to him earlier. His hand traveled down her body and straight to her center pushing her pants against her cunt in such an aggressive way. He lifted her blouse up and instantly massaged her breasts. They were now sticky and coated with chocolate.

"Do you love me, Olivia?" He asked, his question completely taking her off guard. She instinctively wanted to reach behind and touch his hair but was denied access, his hand grabbing it and placing it back down to her side.

"Answer me," he said, his tone deeper and more forceful.

"Yes...I love you," she replied into the air. His grip around her tightened and he moved his hand underneath her pants and pushed her underwear to the side.

"Do you know what love is?"

Olivia tried to process the question and knew he must have heard what Quinn told her during their argument.

"Do you KNOW what love is?" He asked her again. His two fingers were now deep inside her, massaging her walls using his own special Fitz pattern.

Olivia couldn't think straight. Why was he asking her this? Why here of all places? Why wasn't he letting her touch him?

"Fitz...why are you-?"

"Answer Me, baby. Close your eyes and answer me. Remember it's YOUR turn to feel." He breathed the words into her ear and Olivia did as he instructed, shutting her eyes to the outside world. His tone softened and she could feel her body relax against his chest. His fingers pushed deeper inside while his other hand pumped her breast over and over again- her nipple so long and hard it began to physically ached.

A surge of energy overtook her body and she suddenly had the desire to look up and see the stars above...the stars that once gave her so much hope for their future.

"Yes...I know what love is. It's here with us, looking down on us. It's this house and it's you and this land. It surrounds us. Everywhere." Tears filled her eyes and she allowed them to finally fall down her face. She felt his fingers brush her pearl and the second he stroked it, her body succumbed to his touch. Warmth flooded her insides and her tears increased as her body convulsed around his hand- all while experiencing the love that surrounded her.

"Yes, baby. You know exactly what love is. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He pulled his fingers out of her and turned her towards him, wrapping her up into his arms. She cried against his neck finally releasing her emotions of the day. She welcomed the freedom of reuniting with OPA gave her and then let go of the resentment she felt towards Quinn.

"You know love. Because you ARE love. You leaving was the best thing that could've ever happened to me, Olivia. Because if you hadn't we would have never come here and experienced what we did. It showed me exactly what I was missing and what I wanted in my life. And now look where we are...we're engaged to be married. You are love, Livvie. You're my love."

It was difficult for Olivia to accept his words, her exterior trying to do what it did best and push kindness away. But her life was so different now, his words could not only be accepted but also FELT and that was truly the best gift of all.

She could feel.

Olivia kissed his cheek several times and they began to undress each other, Fitz eventually laying her down on the ground. She looked up at the stars surrounding them...the fire glowing with reds and golds bouncing off into the air. She felt love and a wholeness she never thought was possible.

Fitz adored her body, immediately making his way down to her center, lifting her legs and bending her knees. She felt the cool dessert on his fingers coating her outer walls again only to be followed with his warm greedy tongue plunging deep inside her.

She desperately tried to keep her eyes open- she wanted to stare above while he adored her below but the pleasure was too much as it always was. Her climax was strong and she cried out in pleasure when another wave came over and took her body hostage.

Fitz made his way up to her breasts and she felt his soft tongue around her nipples. He was now sucking the dessert off her skin, wasting no time smearing more white chocolate on her body. His moans were deep and every suck was more exaggerated from the last.

He suddenly lifted his body and turned her around, bringing Olivia up to her knees. She felt him wrap her arms around his neck, her hands retreating to their familiar spot behind his head. He slowly entered her from behind and they both moaned in pleasure at the contact.

"When we make love and I feel your body this way, I imagine the day I will touch your stomach like this...and know our baby is inside you." She felt one hand cup her breast while the other rubbed over her stomach in the most delicate manner.

"We're going to be married here. We're going to show our guests what love looks like, right here..."His thrusts increased as every word he spoke sank deeper and deeper into her heart. He reached for her ring and brushed the diamond with his fingers reminding her the promise they made.

Olivia rested her head against his chest and allowed the moment to take her over, listening to him whisper the following over and over again into her ear, until the words imprinted into her soul.

"You are love. My love."