Author's Note: I've said it in the other A/Ns but still, thank you to all of you who have shown me so much love, kindness and patience in these last few months. Y'all are the real MVPs. As for this fic, we're homestretching still, maybe 4 chapters left. As always, I'll write a nice wedding & hot honeymoon for our heroes but there's really only so much story left to tell here. I want to go out on a high note, something that SCANDAL better do since Season 7 is officially the Curtain Call, thank fucking God. More updates and new fics will be up soon. Enjoy the latest!

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"What kind of wedding do you want?"

"The simpler, the better. I don't want to go in front of the Justice of the Peace in jeans and a t-shirt but I don't want the Royal Wedding either, you know? I want to keep it small and fun. Nothing too over the top, not even the bachelorette and bachelor parties."

"Good luck explaining that to Abby and the rest of the Crew."

"I'm not explaining shit. I'm laying down the Law. I love them. I know they're going to be excited to help. They're our family and I want them to be part of our day. They should be a part of it but I'm not going to have our wedding turn into a 3 ring circus or The Hangover pt. 4 if it can be avoided. It's not about them or the Media, it's about us. We're doing something special and sacred. It should be treated as such."

"It should. So, what do you want to do for the honeymoon?"

"...you."

Fitz grinned at her saucy quip and replied, "That's a given. Where do you want to do me, Sweetheart? Tahiti? Zanzibar? Maybe we could go back to Sicily. That's where we met, after all."

"All of those places sound awesome and I'd love to see Naomi in person again but I want to stay here. I know that people usually travel but all I want to do is get married, eat cake, dance and enjoy my new husband. What better place to do that than in our hometown and in our bed? Although, joining the mile high club together would be a lot of fun."

"We can revisit the idea later on, maybe on our anniversary."

"I'd like that..."

The rest of the day had been spent making love, napping, and just reveling in the next step they were going to take. It had been a forgone conclusion that he and Olivia would remain together. They were deeply in love and they complemented each other nicely. They were happy and it only made sense that eventually, they would make their Bond legal. Still, Fitz was filled to the brim with awe that he was actually going to get to marry her.

Olivia Pope had chosen him out of the billions of other men out there and it was an honor to be that choice. She saw him, flaws and all, and wanted him for him. She showed him what constant unconditional love and acceptance looked like again. Fitz had forgotten what it looked like, what it felt like after his mother died and his nona moved overseas. After years of tolerating bullshit from Big Jerry and his ilk, he had finally had enough and left America, trying to find something, anything different, something real.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to do or who he wanted to be but as long as it was real, he didn't much care. All he knew was that he didn't want to go back to who he had been and as for romance? It was far more trouble than it was worth. There was no point in trying.

He had been wrong. Wonderfully wrong...

Olivia's left hand stroked up the center of his chest, resting possessively over his heart. She was wearing her engagement band now and he was looking forward to seeing another ring there. She had chosen him. He was still amazed but he would not complain nor would he look a gift horse in the mouth. All he would do is love her, accept her, and do his best to make her happy. Olivia swung her leg over and straddled him neatly, pressing him gently but firmly into the mattress.

"What are you doing, Sweetheart?"

"...riding you."

Fitz's head fell back and he groaned with rapture as she engulfed him. Every time they made love, it felt like he was coming home, that he was in paradise. Her scent, the feel of her, the taste and sound of her never failed to satisfy him. Once she was settled, her hips began to move leisurely, savoring him. Her head fell back and he sat up, grabbing a fistful of her thick coils. Her pulse pounded underneath her flesh and he pressed wet lingering kisses to her neck, her shoulder, wherever he could reach. His arms went around her and Olivia drew him into a blistering kiss, deep and wet. This was what their future would be. They would be together for the rest of their lives, discovering and rediscovering each other, pleasing each other.

"I love you...love you so much... so glad we met..."

"Life is better with you, Livvie...love you..."

Nodding, she pressed quick, sloppy kisses to his cheek before beginning to ride him in earnest. Olivia could and would take all of him with abandon, unafraid to claim what was rightfully hers. He was hers. From the crown of his head to the tips of his toes and every place in between, he was hers. Fitz gave his heart, body, and soul to the woman astride him and she cherished him. All she wanted in return was to be loved and he could do that. He would do that.

He would be a good husband to her.

He would be the best husband to her.

It was nothing less than she deserved, nothing less than what they both deserved.

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Mine...mine...mine...he's mine and I'm his...he's mine...Fitz is mine...

He had reversed their positions and was rocking deep into her, making her arch into his waiting kisses. Their lips grazed and meshed together, their breathing as one. Her nails dug gently into his back and she gasped as he somehow went deeper, a near pained moan of bliss echoing in their bedroom. One of her hands slapped the pillow underneath her head and his fingers entwined with hers, squeezing tightly. Olivia broke their latest kiss and turned his head, finding his ear. Fitz loved it when she nibbled his ear, sucking on the cherry red lobe with ardor.

"Livvie...Livvie...Livvie...oh, god, Livvie...fuck..."

Giggling a little, she squeezed her walls around him tighter, running a foot over the back of his leg slowly. He shuddered and lost his measured rhythm, pounding into her. Olivia groaned happily and met him halfway, wanting to feel him spill deep inside of her, wanting to feel his sweet warmth. Would she ever tire of his touch, his taste, the sound and feel of him?

"Come for me..."

One of them, both of them whispered the plea and they shattered together, screaming their bliss and love.

She loved him.

And he loved her.

That was all that mattered.