Today is Monday, which means update day for me, here is my new chapter. This chapter is M RATED like the last, for adult content. Don't own Scandal or its characters. Please excuse any typos. Happy Reading, and as always reviews are greatly encouraged.

Fitz had awoken before Olivia and was surprised she was still in bed with him. He thought to himself, this was truly a new start for them. He reached over and sent a few text messages with his phone and hers. He, then, laid there and watched Olivia sleep for a little while. He thought to himself, Olivia and Lily are truly twins when they sleep. He took in her slightly pouty lips expression and smiled.

Olivia with her eyes still closed muttered, "Why aren't you still sleeping."

Fitz smiled knowing he has been caught watching her sleep. "Uhm . . . what makes you think I am not sleeping."

Olivia slowly opened her eyes, "because you answered my question."

Fitz shook his head, "that's not fair . . . you tricked me with your Olivia Pope wit."

Olivia chuckled and leaned in to kiss his cheek "All is fair in love, Fitz."

Fitz's smiled spread against his face and met his eyes, "That never gets old."

Olivia drew lazy circles on his peck, "What doesn't get old?"

Fitz pushed the hair from Olivia eyes, "You calling me Fitz . . . it took almost three months for you to stop calling me Governor Grant . . . but since the first time you said it . . . it always send chills down my spine."

Olivia leaned into his ear and muttered in a sultry voice, "F-i-t-zzzzzzzz"

Fitz felt himself get hard in that moment. He swung Olivia on top of him so she could straddle his waist. He immediately guided himself inside of her.

Olivia let out a moan as she began to ride him. She stopped immediately when the time on the clock came into focus "Crap . . . I have to go." She panicked pulling off of him. "It's almost 9am . . . it's going to take me two hours to get back to headquarters for my meeting with Cyrus . . . a meeting that was supposed to be happening at 9 am . . . oh gosh I am so late." She slid on her dark colored jeans. She forgot to put on her bra and she put on Fitz's blue button-up shirt and not her white one. She ran around the room searching for her shoes.

Fitz shook his head, "Livvie . . . Liv . . . Olivia . . . Olivia Carolyn Pope . . . stop moving and look at me . . . you cannot leave like this."

Olivia looked confused, 'What do you mean I cannot leave like this, I am so late."

Fitz shook his head, "Uhm Sweet Baby for one thing . . . you aren't wearing a bra . . . and I don't think you want to go to the headquarter wearing my shirt . . . we did agree we would be discreet about our relationship after all."

Olivia looked down and saw what he meant. She removed his shirt and began to put on her bra. She noticed Fitz was sitting quite calmly on the bed. "Why aren't you moving . . . you were supposed to be at headquarters by 9am also for your prep with Leo?"

Fitz leaned his head against the headboard, "I rescheduled my prep with Leo for 1pm and I ordered brunch at the headquarters for the staff . . . I realized yesterday that you and my staff shoulder a lot of pressure to get me re-elected . . . and I wanted to show them how much I appreciate everything they are doing." Fitz fidgeted with his left hand not sure how she is going to take this next piece of information he was about to give her. "I also reschedule your meeting with Cyrus to noon." He handed Olivia her phone.

Olivia was shocked, "You what . . . how."

Fitz sighed, "Don't get mad, but you were sleeping so peacefully I did not want to wake you . . . I know, like me, this was probably the first time you have slept well in a while . . . so I send Cyrus a text telling him you were rescheduling your meeting for noon because you had to handle some OPA stuff."

Olivia shook her head in disbelief, "And Cyrus accepted that with no fuss."

Fitz smiled, "Yeah he fussed a little, but then I responded back in truth Olivia Pope style . . . that you only signed on to supplement the campaign consulting that he was already receiving . . . and that this is not your full-time job . . . and that OPA comes first."

Olivia laughed, "yeah that sound like something I would say . . . wait how did you get my code."

Fitz smirked, "I think I know my girlfriend's birthday backwards."

Olivia leaned back towards the bed with an emotionless look on her face "Hmmm girlfriend Huh?"

Fitz became nervous when he could not read Olivia's thoughts on him referring to her as that, "Unless you changed your mind already . . . "

A smile spread across her face as she leaned in and kissed his cheek, "No, I am all in, but I seriously have to get use to you calling me that . . . at least calling me that in private."

Fitz smiled like a teenage boy that just received a kiss from his crush, "yeah . . . yeah . . . I know keeping it professional outside our private time together." He pulled her back onto the bed fully, "So girlfriend . . . what would you like to do with the hour you have to burn before either of us have to go back to being President and part-time campaign consultant."

Olivia could feel his hard-on even through her jeans against her leg, "Well boyfriend . . . I think I will spend my hour showering to get clean to start my day."

Fitz gave her a pout hoping they could continue what they were about to start this morning, "Oh showering doesn't sound like any fun."

Olivia pulled herself from his arms and stood on her feet. She removed her bra and began to remove her pants, "Showers can be fun especially when two people shower together . . . are you coming f-i-t-zzzzz"

Fitz immediately climbed out the bed and followed her to the bathroom, "of course."

They spend the first 30 minutes in the shower getting more dirty, before they spend the last 30 minutes actually getting clean.

After the shower, they both got dress for the day. Olivia wore a pale yellow button up shirt and grey dress pants. She blow dried her natural hair into her sleek straight Olivia Pope's signature look. Olivia walked over to adjust Fitz's sloppy looking blue tie.

Fitz watched her hands masterfully straight his blue tie. He stood there wearing a white button up shirt and dark colored Brook Brother's dress pants. He smiled, "Uhm, Livvie . . . I think you going to need a scarf."

Olivia pulled away slightly after she finished straightening his tie. She adjusted his collar to hide the huge hickey she left on his neck. "I think it's too warm for a scarf . . . aww is my man concerned I may catch a cold."

Fitz smirked, "No, I am concern someone will know you and your man had a really good time last night." He ran his finger over the hickey he was quite proud of he left on the side of her neck.

Olivia pulled away from him to see how bad it looked. She did not notice it when she was getting ready this morning, "Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, what the hell were you thinking last night . . . it looks like I got attacked by an animal." She ran her finger over the bruised skin on her neck that was now black and blue.

Fitz sat on the foot of the bed, "you kind of did get attacked by an animal last night . . . this is what happens when you have almost four years of foreplay with the woman you love . . .when you unleash . . . things get a little crazy."

Olivia shook her head as she walked over to her suitcase. She pulled out a yellow and white scarf. She wrapped it around her neck and looked quite fashionable. She goes over to the mirror to make sure; the scarf completely covers evidence of their love making. "Uhm, I tried to cover yours with your collar, but I would suggest you maybe put your blue fleece over your shirt . . . the collar on the fleece will cover your hickey."

Fitz walked over to the mirror not thinking his was that noticeable when he saw it after the shower, "Oh wow . . . you talking about me being an animal . . . are those teeth marks."

Olivia laughed, "probably I gave as good as I received . . . plus not my fault you have pale skin . . . you need to tan a little more baby." She winked at him. "We should probably come up with ground rules about hickeys, Fitz . . . we are adults . . . we cannot walk around with hickeys like we are college coeds."

Fitz retrieved his blue fleece sweater and slid it over his head, "I know . . . but I am sorry I could not resist sucking on every inch of your beautiful body."

Olivia blushed slightly, "I must admit it was hard for me as well . . . but we have to be careful and discreet about us."

Fitz walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, "Hmmm yes about ussssssss."

Olivia smiled and leaned up to press her lips against his lips.

Fitz wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back passionately. Admittedly kissing Olivia would never get old; each kiss with her was special.

Olivia got lost in his lips, until she heard a soft knock on the door. She pulled away and placed both hands on his chest. "We have to go before we both end up actually late for our rescheduled meetings."

Fitz smiled as he rubbed his nose against hers, "Hmm we can always just blow off the day and spend it in bed . . . you know you want too."

Olivia looked deeply into his eyes and she would be lying if she said she didn't want to rip his clothing off and have round 6 or was it 7 . . . honest she lost count. She shook her head to compose herself and looked away from his eyes, "Nope we have a campaign to win and that requires both of us to put the work in to get you re-elected."

It was not lost on Fitz that Olivia was looking away from him as he talked, "Olivia look at me." He said in a commanding voice then send vibrations through her body.

Olivia shook her head. "No, we have to get going."

Fitz's hands slid onto her hips. "Sweet Baby look at me." Again Olivia felt vibration in her body from his baritone voice ring in her ear.

Olivia could not resist and turned her head to look into his eyes.

As Olivia turned to look into his eyes, Fitz leaned in immediately and kissed her lips.

Olivia's knees buckled from the sensation of his lips touching hers. She thought to herself, this man is trying to kill me . . . I think my heart just stopped slightly.

Fitz pulled away slowly, but still had his arms around Olivia to keep her upright. "Never hide your eyes from me." He released her when he was certain she was standing on her own and goes to the door. He saw that Tom is standing outside the door with his back towards it. "Good morning Tom."

Tom stood with his back still towards him and muttered, "Good morning Mr. President . . . we are ready to take you to your hotel." Fitz instructed his secret service he wanted to go back to his hotel to grab a bit to eat before going to the headquarters at 1pm.

Fitz put on his sunglass, "I'll see you at campaign headquarters later Miss. Pope." Fitz walked out the room and towards his waiting car.

Tom stepped into the room and grabbed Olivia's suitcase.

Olivia shook her head, "I can get that . . . you need to be by the president's side."

Tom shook his head, "Peter is at the foot of the steps and Jackson is standing at the door . . . plus I have been given instruction to assist you to your car so you can leave first."

Olivia nodded as she followed Tom down the stairs, "Uhm, Fitz and I . . . uhm, I can trust you will keep this between us . . . we would like to keep our relationship private for a while . . . that include from the first family."

Tom kept his face emotionless. He knew Olivia was referring to Savi, when she said first family. "It's my job to be discreet Miss. Pope . . . but may I speak candidly."

Olivia stopped walking for a moment, "Yes, of course Tom."

Tom was a man of very few words but when he spoke it was with purpose, "You Miss. Pope are the President's Helen of Troy . . . the face that launched a thousand ships . . . you have a undeniable power over the President . . . happiness radiates from him when you are together and sadness spills from him when you are apart . . . I hope you use your power for good . . . not for evil."

Olivia tapped his shoulder softly, but still respected his personal space. "I am in love with him . . . I promise to be good to him." Olivia knew how deeply Tom cares for Fitz and had seen the two men form quite a bond. She also respected the unyielding loyalty he has for his president.

Vermont Headquarters . . .

Olivia walked into the Vermont headquarter with time to spare before her meeting with Cyrus. She had a different spirit to her then she had when she left this very office yesterday. She was defeated and doubted her abilities, but now a new fire was lite inside of her.

The headquarters were pretty crowded; Vermont being a major Grant campaign headquarters post. There were a mix of full-time staffers that traveled with the campaign and local volunteers that were giving their time to a candidate they believed in. Everyone was still enjoying the bunch Fitz ordered for the office and was having casual conversations. No one really noticed that Olivia had walked in immediately.

Olivia walked to the middle of the floor and took out notes she dictated to her phone as she was driving the two hours back to the headquarters.

"Jamie, Sarah, and Nicole, Rich . . . Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, North Carolina, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, North Dakota. . . along with traditionally red states Mississippi, South Carolina, Louisiana, and Virginia . . . have high levels of young votes . . . why aren't we doing better with the young voter . . . we cannot afford to forfeit these votes to Senator Davis . . . yes he is younger and yes he is black . . . but Fitz is more revolutionary and we need to brainstorm some ideas about better targeting this group."

Jamie, Sarah, Nicole, and Rich all nodded their heads as they wrote down the states Olivia mentioned.

Olivia looked over at some of the volunteers, "You with the blue hat, you with the pink sweater, and you sitting near the fountain go with them . . . you all will be my Team Young Vote . . . I'll will meet with you at 2pm to discuss ideas."

The individuals she singled out quickly left her presence and went to a room to start on their assigned task.

She turned to another group of people, "Josh, Ethan, Rachel, Meagan and the five volunteers sitting near the mailings . . . you will be Team Independent Vote . . . in the several key states we need to win more independent voters . . . they will be deciding factors in Massachusetts, Alaska, Rhode Island, New Jersey, and Connecticut . . . there are independents who lean rights and there are independents that lean left . . . you need to brainstorm ideas about how we can appeal to this group of independents who aren't necessary in the center . . . I want messages, I want event ideas, I want commercial ideas . . . now go . . . I will meet with you guys around 3pm."

Team independence Vote quickly dispensed as well, none bothering to even look back at Olivia. This was an Olivia none of them were used to seeing, yes she was serious about her job in the past, but this Olivia was commanding the room like a sergeant leading her troops into battle to win.

She scanned the room again, "Harper, Laura, Peyton, and Raven and the group of ladies sitting at the table with the orange juice cartons . . . you are Team Woman Vote . . . yes we are doing well in moderate and more blue states with woman . . . but we can be doing better in the red states . . . yes former Vice President is a republican woman and it seems logical for this group of woman to support her . . . but Sally Langston is also not that likeable and her recent comments about woman going to hell if they don't support her candidacy, upset a lot of woman voters."

Harper raised her hand and nervously spoke, "Uhm Miss. Pope . . . are you suggesting we come up with ways to attack Langston."

Olivia shook her head, "No we run a clean campaign here . . . I am asking you to come up with ideas to capture republican woman voters . . . can I ask you a question, do you personally like Sally Langston?" Olivia looked at the 24 year old staffer who trembled slightly.

Harper swallowed as she formulated in her head an articulate answer. She greatly admired Olivia and followed her career closely. She was nervous her political idol was asking what she thought, "Uhm, not really . . . I think she is too intensive. . . I am a proud Christian and republican, and even I think she overdoes it with the bible pushing and invoking God every five minutes to push her political agenda."

Olivia listened intently to the younger woman, "Harper, here is making my point . . . there are a lot woman in these red states that desperately want another option other than this very intensive woman . . . President Grant is that other option . . . He may not be a woman but he supports policy that improve the lives of woman in this country and that republican woman care about like equal pay for woman, paid maternity leave, and anti-abortion . . . we need to show these women that President Grant will fight for them in ways Sally Langston will not." Olivia disagreed greatly with Fitz's stance on abortions, while she would found it hard to abortion her own child, she always believe that shouldn't take away another woman's right to have abortion.

Harper and the other woman quickly dispense with their marching orders.

Leo looked at Cyrus, "What on earth has gotten into Olivia . . . I thought you said she was slightly burned out yesterday."

Cyrus was equally shocked by Olivia's new attitude. The woman he talked to yesterday doubted herself, wasn't confident, and was stuck mentally . . . the woman he see today have a fire in her belly, giving orders, and was really for war. "She is finally being the political assassin I train her to be . . . this is the Olivia from four years ago . . . she has finally came out to shake things up."

Leo muttered, "Should I be afraid?" He had gotten use to the calm Olivia he came to enjoy working side-by-side with that often let him dominate the strategy meetings . . . this Olivia commanded the room, and he was sure he would be playing second chair to her.

Cyrus nodded, "Yes, you should be afraid, but in a good way . . . this Olivia gets results . . . this is the Olivia that win campaigns . . . this is the Olivia you are about to learn a thing or two from."

Olivia looked at both of the men that were whispering and staring at her. "What the hack are you two looking at where is the President . . . he should be in on these meetings with the voting blocs teams I have set up." Olivia knew where Fitz was; he had texted her he made it back to his hotel and that he had missed her . . . before she walked into the headquarters. She only inquired for appearance sake.

Leo responded to her question, "He texted me early to reschedule our prep meeting because he had a headache and wanted to sleep in a little bit . . . he should be here around 1pm."

Olivia had an emotionless look on her face as she nodded her head. She thought to herself his head probably was the only thing that didn't hurt on Fitz after the pounding they gave each other. She got a little wet between the legs just thinking about last night. "Okay . . . we need get him vitamins or something . . . we cannot have a burned out candidate . . . after you are done with him send him to one of the voter bloc meetings . . . we need to keep him in the loop."

Leo nodded his head as his phone rings and he excused himself to take the phone call.

Cyrus smirked, "I don't know what you did yesterday, slept or took a swim, but whatever you did to make my Olivia come out . . . you need to keep doing it . . . together we are going to make that man president again."

Olivia nodded, "Yes, we all going to make him president again . . . it's not going to be easy at all . . . we will definitely have to take voters away from both Sally and Edison . . . but this is not impossible Cyrus."

Around 1pm . . .

Fitz strolled into the headquarters with an extra pep in his step. He greeted each staffer and volunteer he saw. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine as he walked up to Cyrus. "Hello Cyrus, Isn't it a great day to be an American in the greatest country in the world."

Leo and Olivia were standing in the far corner of the room discussing media packages for Louisiana.

Cyrus raised an eyebrow noticing the glow in Fitz's cheekbones and the lightness with which he walked with, "Hmmm did you finally get some rest Fitz . . . you look very relaxed."

Fitz nodded his head, "Yeah and I treated myself to a massage at the hotel spa as well." In truth, Fitz needed a massage for the soreness he felt after going several rounds with Olivia last night.

Cyrus raised an eyebrow, "Uhm . . . it was a regular massage Mr. President, right. . . there was no happy ending, I am going to have to clean up later?"

Fitz chuckled, "Yes, Cyrus a very regular massage, Cyrus, nothing below the belt."

Cyrus nodded his head, "Great . . . because the last thing I need right now is to clean up a sex scandal in the middle of an election season . . . but Mr. President if you every did need company I can arrange that discreetly . . . it is my job to make sure you have everything you need to be the best president you can be."

Fitz shook his head. A part of him admired Cyrus unyielding support of him, but a part of him was creeped out by how far Cyrus would go in the name of him living up to his potential. Fitz whispered, "No, Cyrus I don't need you to get me an escort . . . I handle those needs myself." He thought to himself, I definitely don't have any problems in the sex department anymore now that I am back with Olivia.

Cyrus whispered back, "The offer still stands . . . I know how cranky you can be when you don't get a release . . . but if you say you can handle that on your own that is fine with me." Cyrus assumed when Fitz said he handled it himself he meant jerking off. Cyrus thought to himself, at least he does not have to deal with Fitz hooking up with another person, especially Olivia. He could not be happier with how this day was going, he got his political assassin Olivia back and Fitz seemed to be glowing with energy for the fight for re-election.

Cyrus got waved over by a staffer that had a question. He excused himself from Fitz and walked over to the staffer.

Fitz looked around surveying the room with the mission of finding Olivia. He finally saw her after a quick scan of the room. She is talking to Leo about a document in her hand. His eyes went to her lips, and he thought about his lips passionately kissing them last night. His eyes went down to her neck that was wrapped in a scarf to hide the bruises from him sucking on the soft skin of neck. He eyes next went to her breast, and he remembered having her nipples in his mouth, nipples that remembered him of perfect little chocolate chips. He moved his leg slightly feeling himself getting hard thinking about all the things they did to each other last night.

Olivia noticed when Fitz first walked into the headquarters, but tried her best not to look at him. She found looking at him made it hard to focus on anything but him, and she was there to do a job. Olivia noticed Fitz was staring at her as she was discussing media outlets in Louisiana to target when they visit next month. She noticed his cheek was flushed and began to turn a red coloring, she knew exactly what was on his mind. She narrowed her eyes at him to get him to stop staring at her.

Fitz smiled when he saw Olivia narrow her eyes at him. She was silently telling him to stop staring before everyone knows about the naughty things that transpired yesterday. Fitz looked away and walked straight to his office. He needed to calm down before the erection in his pants got any stiffer and he was forced to pull Olivia in the nearest closet for relief.

Olivia internally let out a sigh of relief when she saw Fitz leave for his office, being in the same room with him with his eyes on her was making her knees buckle slightly.

Cyrus walked over to the pair, "Since Fitz is here, I think we should talk to him about all the voting blocs we are exploring to keep him in the loop like you said Olivia."

Olivia was internally kicking herself for saying that earlier. She was hoping for more time to compose herself before she came face-to-face with Fitz. She thought to herself, you are Olivia Pope . . . you can do this . . . he is just a client and you are on the case . . . treat him like any other client with professional distance.

The three of them walked into Fitz office.

Fitz lifted his head from a file he was not actually reading but was using as a cover to massage the lump in his pants.

Cyrus spoke first, "If you don't mind, we thought we would have a quick strategy meeting . . . Liv came up with some good ideas this morning and we want to loop you in . . . and maybe get you in on some of the brainstorming meeting."

Olivia turned her back intentionally to Fitz to avoid looking at him, as she walked over to the map of the United States hanging on his office wall. "So last night as I was looking over polling data demographics, and I noticed we are not doing all we can to sway three voting blocs to our side . . . namely young voters under 31, independents that either lean left or right, and republican woman in traditionally red states . . . so I have divided our staff and volunteer into three teams to brainstorm ideas to better attract these vital voting blocs."

The entire time Olivia was talking, Fitz eyes were focused on her hips and ample behind. He thought to himself, he wished Cyrus and Leo was not in the room with them right now, because he so wanted to grab her hips right now.

Leo began to talk, "I also think we should use the resources we already have as well, we been collaborating with Abby Whelan for traditional news outlets media . . . I also think we should get her on social media and maybe bring her on the trail for some of the major campaign stops . . . it might help with mobilizing our ground game and better target the voting blocs Olivia just discussed.

Fitz just nodded his head like he was taking in everything everyone was saying, when he had not really heard a word.

Olivia finally turned back around and looked out the window to the left of Fitz as she addressed him. "I figured, you can sit on at least the young voter meeting and the woman meeting, since these are two major groups we are getting killed by Langston and Davis for no reason . . . you are the better candidate to represent these groups needs yet they may be supporting these other people . . . because you seem out of touch or unattainable as a politician."

Fitz again nodded his head like he was listening intently. He thought to himself, this is quite a large desk; Olivia and I could both easily fit on it together.

Olivia eyes looked at Fitz for a brief second and he had a faraway look in his eyes. Other people would not have notice he was not paying attention at all, because he was a politician and very good at pretending to be interested. "Fitz have you heard anything I just said to you?"

Fitz shook his head as he tried to recount even one aspect of the conversation to cover-up the fact he had no idea what they were talking about. "Uhm . . . "

Olivia turned to Cyrus, "Really Cyrus . . . I thought you said he was well rest . . . he just completely blanked out my entire strategy to win HIS re-election . . . I cannot get him to the finish line if he is not willing to actually run the race." Olivia hated she had to be so blunt, but she was treating Fitz like any other client, and if any other client blocked her out while she was sharing important information she would be pissed.

Cyrus shook his head with disappointment. "Fitz, Liv . . . is right you need to get your head in the game . . . we are all busting our butts to get you re-elected . . . you can at least put in some effort."

Fitz hung his head slightly, "I am sorry you guys . . . I . . . I got some news about the democrats pushing against one of the bills I am pushing and it got me distracted . . . my head really is not in this today."

Olivia shook her head, "That is very obvious." She looked down at her watch. "I need to go, I told the younger voter team I would see what they have come up with during their brainstorming session . . . Fitz you need to get it together we have a campaign to win."

Leo nodded, "Hey Liv, I'll take the independent voters team session for you . . . the last campaign I was on targeted a similar group of people and I think I have some expertise that could be helpful."

Olivia looked at Leo, "Great, thanks Leo." She turned away and walked out of the office followed by Leo.

Cyrus bit his lips, "Don't take it personal, Mr. President . . . Olivia Pope, my Olivia Pope is back, and she has been in full assassin mode since she came in this morning . . . I don't know what got into her, but she has lite a fire under the campaign . . . I really think we going to get lasting results."

Fitz nodded his head and thought to himself, I know what got into her . . . me. "Yeah its fine Cyrus . . . Liv is right . . . I am distracted and need to get my head in the game if I am going to win this race . . . I think I should go back to my hotel and handle some White House things . . . I feel like I am in the way here today . . . I promise I'll come back tomorrow ready for war like all of you." Fitz was using this as his excuse to leave because he needed a cold shower . . . feisty Olivia had turned him on.

Cyrus nodded his head, "Great, sir." He watched Fitz gather up his things and walks him to the exit, where his secret services agents were waiting for him.

Olivia watched Cyrus and Fitz walk to the door. She saw Fitz leave and felt happy and sad at the same time. She was happy he left because she did not know how much longer she would be able to remain professional before she dragged him into a closet. While at the same time, she was sad, because she already missed him even though he only left a second ago. She thought to herself, you are Olivia freakin Pope . . . get it together . . . no man takes you off your game.

A Few Hours Later . . .

Olivia showed up at Fitz's hotel to giving him materials pertaining to the voting blocs and also to talk about the conflict working together seemed to be creating. She made it to the door and saw Tom standing outside of it.

Tom kept his face straight as usual with an emotionless look on his face.

Olivia smiled at Fitz's most loyal agent, "Hello Tom." She knocked on the door.

Fitz shouted, "Come in."

Tom pulled out a room key and slid it into the door to allow Olivia to enter.

She walked inside and saw Fitz standing there with water leaking down his body with only a towel around his waist. Olivia's cheek turned slightly red as she blushed. "Oh my gosh . . . Fitz why are you in only a towel . . . I could have been anyone . . . I could have been with other people."

Fitz laughed, "I am in a towel because I needed a cold shower after my girlfriend kept turning her backside towards me at work." He said casually. "I knew it was you and you were alone because Peter alerted me when you parked in the garage, Jackson alerted me when you walked into the hotel, and Tom alerted me when you got off the elevator on this floor."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I guess that's the perks of being the President . . . constant surveillances." Olivia shook her head and looked down at the folder she was holding in her hand. "Here . . . these are some of the notes that were gathered from the various voter blocs meetings we had today . . . this should get you up to speed before tomorrow."

Fitz nodded his head and took the folder from Olivia. He could see gears were turning in Olivia's head. "Thanks for the notes . . . I promise I'll be 100 percent prepared and ready tomorrow . . . I don't need another Olivia Pope lashing."

Olivia nodded her head. "Great . . . guess I'll see you tomorrow." She was in the process of turning around to leave.

Fitz reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her from turning completely around, "You did not come here just to give me campaign notes Liv . . . you could have emailed them . . . you could have had a staffer drop them off . . . you could have had Cyrus bring them whose room is a floor down . . . but you wanted to bring them yourself . . . because you wanted to see me . . . you have me." He softly rubbed his thumb against the front of her hand, which relaxed the tension he felt when he grabbed it in the first place.

Olivia let out a sigh, "I think, I should leave the campaign trail . . . the campaign team."

Fitz nodded his head as his hands moved to her hips pulling her in closer to him. "Why?" He leaned in to undo the scarf on her neck that fell to the ground.

Olivia found it hard to focus with him this close evading her personal space; she could smell his ivory soap and manly scent. "Because . . . because . . . it's obvious me being around makes you stare and become unfocused."

Fitz leaned in and laid a light kiss on her neck. He ran the tip is tongue down the length of her neck and laid kisses on her collarbone. He muttered, "I will stop staring and try harder to focus."

Olivia felt a spark shoot through her body from his kisses. "and . . . I . . . find it hard to focus and do my job . . .when I get lose in those blue eyes."

Fitz nodded his head as he quietly began to undo the buttons on her shirt. He backed her up slowly until they hit a horizontal rectangular Victorian dresser. "I will make less eye contact with you while we are working." He finished unbutton all the buttons on her shirt and moved to unbutton her pants.

Olivia placed her hand up onto his chest to stop him from going any further. Although she was incredibly turned on by this man, in this moment, she had a mission to talk to him about the very serious problem of them working so closely together. "Fitz . . . look what we are doing right now . . . we are supposed to be having a serious talking . . . but instead we are about to rip each other clothing off and christen your hotel room . . . I seriously think I need to leave your campaign team, we cannot work together and be together . . . Leo can handle the remainder of your campaign."

Fitz rested his head against hers and laid a soft kiss on her forehead. He reached up and grabbed both sides of her face with his hands. He stared deeply in her brown eyes. "No . . . I need you . . . this campaign needs you . . .yes Leo is good and quite competent, . . . but Liv you are the best and I want more than anything to make it to that finish line with you by my side . . . alone I'm a good president but with you I am better . . . so you leaving isn't an option."

Olivia softly moved her head as he stroked her face, "I want to be by your side but Fitz I don't think I can be the political campaign assassin I need to be and your girlfriend at the same time . . . how did we do this four years ago."

Fitz bit his lips, "Admittedly four years ago it was tough to keep my hands and my mind off of you . . . you lite a new fire in me back then . . . but now it's seems impossible to not want to hold you when we are in the same room and not have thoughts of you floating through my mind in loops . . . back then we have barriers . . . walls."

Olivia hung her head knowing exactly what he meant. "You were married . . . there was Mellie in the equation . . . she was a buffer that kept us from being inappropriate every minute of the day . . . now there is no buffer . . . how are we going to do this Fitz."

Fitz lifted her head, "hmmm maybe we should have sex until it's out of our system and we can function like the capable adults we are . . . my father made me smoke cigarettes until I didn't want to touch another one." He leaned in and kissed her lips as he undid the button on her pants. He began to slide them down.

Olivia smiled against his lips, "While doing the vice until you are tired of it works in normal circumstances . . . I don't think it will work here . . . we could probably screw each other brains out until eternity and it still wouldn't be enough to lessen the burning desire for each other."

Fits smirked slightly devilishly, as he undid her bra and slide it off her arms. He lifted her onto the dresser, removing her shoes and her pants that were at her ankles. He positioned himself between her legs. He leaned in and kissed up her neck until reached her ear and muttered in his deep baritone voice, "You are just assuming my plan of action will not work . . . do you have polls, studies, analysis . . . something concrete proving my plan will not work Miss Pope." He loosened the towel around his waist and allowed it to fall to the ground.

Olivia couldn't hold back the smile that spread across her face. He was using things she often said when someone questioned a plan or strategy she suggested. She sometimes hated how well this man knows her. "Well . . . no, but . . ." She tried to at least raise some resistant in a battle she was losing because him grinding his nude body against her was making her lose all sense of logic.

Fitz laid a light kiss on her ear as he slide down her panties, removing her last article of clothing. "So no concrete indication my plan will fail . . . so your resistance is merely speculations . . . I think we should give my plan of action a chance and return to the drawing board if it doesn't work tomorrow."

Olivia ran her fingers through Fitz's brown curly hair as she accepted defeat. She shook her head and leaned in kissing his lips passionately. Pulling away briefly, she muttered, "You, as well as I, know we have not solved the problem I came here to solve . . . but we can table it for tomorrow."

Fitz smiled against her lips. He knew his Livvie would not go down without a fight, he always respected her for her unyielding determination, but this was one time she was sure to lose. He slid into her core, "Yes . . . table for tomorrow." He muttered through clenched teeth.

The force of his thrust caused them to knock over the lamp that was next to dresser.

Olivia laughed, "We are always breaking pieces of furniture in hotels."

Fitz smirked, "I pay extra insurance cost to every hotel on the campaign trail now . . . and it's already widely known the President is a klutz, breaking hotel lamps, vases, telephones, nightstands." Fitz recounted the many pieces of hotel furniture him and Olivia managed to break during their loving making during his first election campaign . . . and how he was looking forward to breaking many more this time around.

AN: This is what happens when you watch way too much political coverage on CNN, MSNBC, and FoxNews while writing fanfiction . . . I hope my political strategy adds to the realness of the story.

Recaps:

Olitz the morning after the love making (Yes Fitz really broke into Liv's phone to buy them some more time together).

Olivia and Tom have a moment (I really love that Helena of Troy line).

Olivia "Political Assassin" Pope is back with a vengeance (Davis and Langston better watch out).

Cyrus offers to get Fitz an escort as long as it stops him from hooking up with Olivia (to late!).

The sexual desire may be too much for Olitz to work together so closely (Do you think Fitz's plan of action will work).

Preview: Grant's Campaign picks a Vice President.

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