Alrighty folks, as I said, these one shots will jump all over. This one starts during 213 and is my take on what may have happened in the 10 months before episode 214. Personally I find it hard to believe that either of them could have stayed away for that long.

"I'll wait for you Fitz, as long as you need."

"Oh that. I changed my mind. Don't wait for me."

Olivia listened to the soothing melodic baritone as Fitz delivered a solemn eulogy for Verna as her heart shattered into pieces. He knows about Defiance. He knows what we did, what I did…

Throughout the service, Olivia replayed the look on Fitz's face as he told her not to wait. "After all you did so much to get me here." The utter betrayal and hurt evident in his eyes. Olivia sat in the pew long after the service ended, hurting and mourning what could have been. I have to talk to him, make him understand…

Olivia tried futilely to talk to Fitz, calling every night for weeks and being ignored repeatedly. He won't talk to me...I have to try to see him.

Olivia knew from Cyrus that Fitz was shutting him out too. He was drinking more, short tempered and all around difficult to deal with. Though she didn't want to make things worse, she needed to see him.

Picking up her phone, she called Cyrus. As soon as he picked up, she launched right in. "I need to see him Cy. I don't need you to get me into the Oval, just through the door."

She heard a long-suffering sigh on the other end. "Fine. Meet me in the park for 2. He's grouchiest in the afternoon, so you can deal with him." Olivia hung up and hoped that she was making the right decision.

Sitting on her couch with a glass of wine, she thought of all the quiet, private moments with Fitz that she took for granted, always thinking that they would have their time. In all of their time together, he had never shut her out like this, he'd never been so cold, so distant. But she also knew the man she fell in love with. His response to her was always visceral and instinctive. She just had to remember that he was fighting himself as much as her to stay wrapped in heat of his hurt and anger.

Going to bed that night, she visualized him lying next to her, with that shy smile that always made her heart beat faster and all the love she knew he still felt, shinning in those beautiful blue eyes.

….

Olivia watched Cyrus approach, taking a last calming sip of her tea before putting her cup in the trash.

"Are you sure you want to do this Liv? He still may not see you."

"He will see me." Olivia said with more confidence than she felt.

"Alrighty then. Shall we?" Cyrus asked both intrigued that she would be so bold and glad that she would be in the line of fire instead of him.

Olivia glanced at her watch, noting they approached the two-hour mark in her wait time. She knew Fitz had been notified immediately upon her arrival and noted that no one else had gone in or come out of his office since then. She watched his admin Charlotte's cautious glances her way as if not knowing what to expect.

Knowing that Fitz was stalling as she'd taught him to do when he needed to buy himself time, Olivia took matters into her own hands.

"Charlotte?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Is the President currently in a meeting?"

"I cannot say ma'am."

"Ok, would you be able to book an appointment, say for the next two hours with the President for a strategy planning session?"

"If approved, yes ma'am."

"Ok. Thank you Charlotte." That was all she needed to confirm that Fitz did not have scheduled appointments this afternoon and was deliberately keeping her waiting. Sitting back in her chair, she pulled a pen and paper out of her bag and wrote a quick note, folded it in half and walked back to the desk.

"Charlotte, can you see that the president gets this? I'm going to run to Ladies room."

Olivia walked confidently to the bathroom and took her time carefully powdering her nose and adding a soft layer of colored gloss before examining her reflection. The soft white overcoat with even softer hints of gray played well over navy dress and matching shoes with stone grey buckles.

When she walked back in Charlotte smiled. "Go right on in ma'am."

Olivia returned her smile and braced herself before walking into the oval and closing the door. Slowly she unbelted her coat and removed it before laying it over the arm of the sofa.

"Olivia." His tone was gruff and eyes hostile. "You said you wouldn't leave until you said what you came to say, so what is it? I'm busy."

She walked closer, until she stood in front of his desk, watching his hand tighten on his pen and the other fist beneath his desk. His eyes changed from hostile to angry and aware as his body began to respond to her nearness.

"Fitz…"

His breath deepened when she said his name that way. He had to fight the urge to pull her to him and remember why he couldn't.

"What Olivia?" his tone was huskier that he intended.

"I need you to forgive me…" she looked at him earnestly, intently, imploring him to understand.

"Forgive you?" He stood, standing so close they could feel each other's body heat. "You lied to me. Every time you touched me, pushed me to do better, be better," he spoke succinctly, "every time your eyes or your mouth told me that I was great, that you believed in me," he whispered.

Leaning on his desk he looked downward. "Clearly it was all a lie. With Cyrus, Mellie, Verna and Hollis…I knew what I was getting, but with you…I thought you saw me, I thought I had you…

Olivia felt tears slide silently down her cheeks. "Fitz..." she whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. He grabbed her wrist midway. "Don't…" he said firmly. Locking eyes with her, he held her gaze. He knew he was on edge, barely hanging on.

"Forgive. Me. Fitz." She enunciated each word. "I know you can't see it right now, but I did it because I believe in you." Fitz scoffed releasing her wrist.

"It was selfish and wrong and has eaten at me ever since and always will." Olivia continued. "I hate that I caused you pain, I hate that your hurting right now because of something I took part in. I'm sorry."

"I don't care if you're sorry!" he lashed out, his voice raising in anger. "Sorry doesn't change the fact that you lied to me, that all of you made me a fraud. Sorry doesn't change the fact that you didn't trust me afterward to tell me. Sorry doesn't change the fact that everything I've been doing for the past several years is built on a lie. I feel like I don't even know you…"

"You know me Fitz. And I know you." She gripped his hand, holding on when he would have pulled it away. "You need me right now just as much as I need you. You miss me just as much as I miss you." Olivia whispered fiercely. "This connection between us, this pull isn't something that is going away. Tell me you don't miss me, tell me that you don't miss us…" she moved into him, breathing him in, running her hands soothingly across his back. "I need you to forgive me baby…"

Fitz felt overwhelmed. His anger burned still, his heart hurt, yearning for her and his body throbbed with his need for her. He wasn't ready to forgive or let go, knowing that when he did, he would break. Instead he turned to grab what solace he could in the moment. Pulling her closer he took her mouth hungrily, brutally. Feeling his heat, she couldn't deny either of them what they both needed. When she pulled him closer and kissed him, she could taste his anger, his need and his hunger. It had been so long since they touched. They devoured each other with teeth, tongue and insatiable passion.

The kiss was rough, breaming with hurt, anger and desire. His tongue plundered her mouth and his hands commanded her body. He gripped her jaw and the top of her throat and squeezed lightly, breaking their kiss. They both breathed heavily, staring at the other as Fitz warred with his desire for her and his bruised heart.

With a growl he yanked her closer, his eyes stayed on hers as his hands raked over her breasts and down to her hips. Without a word, he pushed up the hem of her dress and pushed her silk panties aside before sliding his fingers inside, drawn to the wet heat between her thighs.

He grunted and she moaned as he stroked through her wet folds, flicking his thumb in slow, torturous circles over her clit. He alternated between the flicks and pinching her nub between his thumb and forefinger, instantly bringing her to the edge.

She smells incredible…I missed her so much. Damn her… Fitz pushed her back on top of his desk, unbuckling his pants and freeing himself.

God I want him, I need him. Olivia opened to him as he parted her thighs and took her. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into her; she took everything he gave, needing to connect with him, needing him to see her again.

Fitz gripped her thigh as he lost himself inside of her. He plundered her mouth releasing all of the pent-up anger and pain that had been brewing inside him. She squeezed him, her walls gripping him tightly as she came and spurred on his orgasm. He groaned through his powerful release, a fire pulsing through his body. He buried his face in her throat, shuddering through its intensity. Olivia stroked the nape of his neck and still-clothed back as he came down. She felt his breath calm against her neck and felt him start to pull away from her. She gripped him tighter, before brushing his ear in a kiss. "Don't close off again" she said quietly, running her hand down his arm and back up to stroke his head. He pulled back from her, breaking their connection before opening a drawer to grab tissues and clean himself up.

"Fitz. I need you to forgive me," Olivia said softly as she cleaned up.

Fitz took a bracing breath. "You hurt me most you know," he whispered pulling back to look deep into her eyes. "I trusted you. I thought we were a team Olivia. You had to know what this would do to me…" he said stepping back from her.

Olivia grabbed his arm. "Be angry with me; yell at me. But don't shut me out. I love you."

Fitz looked at her, devastation apparent in his expression. "What you did isn't love Olivia. You should have been honest with me. You were all I had. I don't know that we can come back from that."

Olivia took both his hands in hers and he instinctively traced her ring, their ring with his fingers. "I am still the woman you fell in love with. You are still you. What we did… what I did stole that security, that confidence you felt from you…You're right, sorry isn't enough…I know you hate me right now, but I you haven't given up on us. You can't give up on us." Her eyes showed both fear and conviction. "You once told me, that if you could see me wearing this, no matter what was happening with us, that we would be ok…"her eyes and voice pleaded with him and that small piece of him that would always love her, grew stronger.

She rose, knowing when not to push him further. As she moved to walk past him, their fingers instinctively brushed in a way that was uniquely theirs. With one last look, he studied her, his heart aching for what was and what he didn't know could be.

"I need time…" He said as she reached the door, having picked up her coat from the couch.

Olivia felt both hope and despair as Fitz dismissed her with his eyes. Knowing it was the best she could do for now, she walked out, resigned to wait for love, to wait for Fitz.

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