Thank you for the reviews. Now that Olivia and Fitz are reunited their road will have a few bumps, but they will walk it together. :)

+++++++++++++++++++++ Conference Room Ritz Carton Hotel +++++++++++++++++

The interesting thing about time is that it's subjective. When you're bored time appears frozen, like the event horizon of a black hole. However, when you're somewhere enjoyable, time becomes your enemy. As Olivia looked into Fitz's eyes, she decided to hate the clock on the wall.

Fitz smiled down at Olivia's kissed bruised lips, "Did I tell you I love you? I will keep saying it until you're sick of hearing it. "

Olivia smiled and chucked against his neck, "Then you will have to keep telling me because I will never get sick of hearing it. However Time flies when you're having fun, time to leave Mr. President."

Pulling her close Fitz took a pert nipple into his mouth moaning in contentment, "Exquisite"

Olivia felt her nipples harden from his expert attention. "We have to stop or risk being found in our birthday suits."

Fitz ran a finger down her leg, his eyes darkening, "Call me Mr. President again, it always excites me."

Olivia gasped holding back the urge to respond to the invitation growing against her leg, "Fitz we have 10 minute to dress. You know as soon as that clock hits 45 minutes someone will come looking for you."

Fitz smiled positioning himself between her legs rocking his hips to slide deeply inside, "The door is locked, they're not going to kick it open. I am the president, if I tell them to leave the door closed, it stays the fuck closed."

Nibbling her lips Fitz ran his thumb over her slick button, "Olivia, do you really want me to stop?" He chuckled as her gasping breaths.

Olivia dug her hands into the sofa cushions as she felt her body demanding things the clock didn't leave time for, "Fitz are you sure we can stay here longer?"

Fitz smiled holding the urge to laugh, "I like how you think Miss Pope. I'll call in unavailable for the next Five hours, maybe ten."

Olivia chuckle as Fitz nibbled her neck, "Only ten? I think you're slowing down; maybe I'll get you a prune juice. Or maybe you need a nap first."

Lifting her legs to his shoulders he grinned down at her, "I beg to disagree," Fitz began to piston hard inside her, pulling her tightly against him with each downward thrust. His eyes fluttered as he lost himself in the feeling of being with Olivia again.

Olivia eyes slammed curling her toes as her legs stiffened. "Fitz oh please."

Fitz started to roll his hips enjoying the tears springing in her eyes, "Please what Olivia? Please stop or please this?"

He placed his hands on her bottom and almost folded her in half, hitting the tiny bundle of nerves that always made her eyes roll back in her head, "Hold on baby, Hold on."

Pulling her against him tightly Fitz let himself go, focusing on only one goal to make Olivia scream, to make her remember how devoted he was to her pleasure.

Every fiber in her body felt awake as Fitz moved hard inside her. She didn't want him to stop; she didn't want him to ever stop. "Don't stop Fitz, Nail the damn door shut. Knock the clock off the wall, don't stop moving."

Fitz laughed against her neck as he buried himself inside her, "Consider it handled, I'll call Hal to arrange my disappearing act. Tom deserves to keep sleeping."

The sound of loud knocking broke though the haze, "Mr. President are you done yet? There are quite a few people that are waiting to speak with you." Cyrus said waiting on the other side of the door.

Fitz shook his head wishing he could just ignore the knock. If it was anyone else he would. However, Cyrus was like a terminator he just keeps coming. He would likely get the hotel to unlock the door if he told him to go away.

Cyrus years ago crowned himself Fitz's father, who's job it was to interfere with every aspect of his life. Normally Fitz would just open the door but not today. Fitz didn't give a damn, he was not going to leave Olivia this way. His Chief of Staff for once can go sit on a tack and spin. He knew Cyrus was just trying to help, but his timing was terrible.

Fitz look down at Olivia, her eyes wide in frustration. He stroked her face gently loving the feel of her flushed skin.

Fitz placed a finger to his lips and smiled down at her, he mouthed, "I got this baby, trust me."

Fitz turned speaking loudly in the direction of the door, "Not as done as I wish to be Cyrus. However, I have Olivia's statement about the wedding and the Dymax documents. "

Cyrus continued to talk refusing to leave, "As your Chief of Staff I really don't see why you interviewed Olivia without me. I could have helped you."

Fitz had to bite his lips to keep from laughing, "Thank You Cyrus, but I was able to take care of her on my own. I assure you I gave her deep and penetrating questions. I am quite satisfied with the results." Fitz grinned wickedly at Olivia horrified expression.

"Sir how much longer will you be? The head of the Secret Service is insistent on speaking with you, what should I tell him?" Cyrus asked, his shuffling feet signaling his impatience.

Fitz looked at Olivia and smiled, "Tell him in 20 minutes I'll meet him in the Presidential Suite. I have some urgent business to finish here first. That's all Cyrus see you soon."

"OK Sir wrap up the interview ASAP, you have a lot of work to do out here." Cyrus said heading back to the Suite.

After the sound of footsteps left the door Fitz breathed a sigh of relief, "He is right you know" Fitz said with a chuckle, "I have a lot to do, but it starts right here with you."

Fitz smoothed the hair out of her face, "I love you so much. It is hard to believe you are with me. I want to spend the rest of my life giving you reasons to smile, speaking of which." Fitz started to slowly move inside her, enjoying the feel of her silky folds surrounding him.

"I love you Fitz, "Olivia closed her eyes losing herself in the moment. The world on the other side of the door would have to wait. Everything else became an echo in her mind.

Pulling her close, Fitz slowly and intently showed how much her love meant to him. Every sound was a cry of devotion, every movement an affirmation of his love.

Olivia with her hands and her body gave as much as she received, she never wanted him to spend a moment doubting her commitment to their love. He was everything to her.

As the ripples of ecstasy traveled over her body she rose up to meet it, "Fitz I love you, don't ever stop, oh please."

"Oh my Sweet baby," Fitz cried out whimpering against her soft lips. He pulled her closer and let her love carry him to a place he only found in her arms.