It has been a full two weeks. Jake has been there a week now and so far, everything has gone smoothly. His sister JoAnna went back to Connecticut. Liv has scheduled has many sessions as she could to minimize the time she has to be in the house but she knows that's not healthy for her. She and Fitz have talked on the phone every other night but in the last few days, he hasn't called. She doesn't want to be that woman to ask where he's been or clock his whereabouts but she can't deny she needs that connection. She's having dinner with Abby and Sonja, Stephen's sister.

"It's good to see both of you, you know!" Sonja says.

"I am sorry to be out of pocket. I used to find it so hard to talk to you and now life is just happening," Liv explains.

"Plus, whenever we are together, we tend to drink too much," Abby finishes.

"Us Scots know how to hold our liquor," Sonja laughs.

"That night after Stephen's funeral. I'll never forget that night. Abby and I barely made it inside before we threw up all over the floor," Liv says.

"Damn Liv, I'm eating here!," Abby says.

"Well," Liv reminds.

"Listen, it was a hard day. We had to do something. Drink it all away."

Liv is shaking her head, deep in thought. "It was all so fucked up all of it. To get robbed and killed that way. Stephen had so much life to live and.."

"And he wanted to live it with you Liv. He loved you so much. Don't ever doubt that," Sonja says.

Liv smiles, "I know he did. I think it was just all the things that were left undone and unsaid. He was on his way to dinner to propose to me," Liv says with tears forming in her eyes.

Sonja grabs her hand, "I don't think it will ever stop hurting but he's always gonna be a special part of you."

Abby laughs, "Apart of all of us," Abby says putting her hand on top of Sonja's.

"When I realized my marriage was over. I realized I needed to get over my hurt that's why I married Jake. I got in too deep but my gut knew. The thought of having Jake's baby scared me to death. And I did what I did. I couldn't see myself sharing a child with him. He's a decent man but he's not the man for me. I truly hate that I hurt him in the process."

"Listen, I don't know him that well and I certainly don't blame you for trying to move on. My brother would have wanted that for you. He wants that for you even looking down. But, your gut was right. He cheated on you and hurt you. At least you are stopping it now."

"Girl, she's leaving mediocre and stepping up to exceptional," Abby adds in.

"So, who is this man? Abby called me and said you were about to snatch you some golden dick."

Liv cuts her eyes over at Abby, "You did not say that," she cuts her eyes at Abby again, "Of course you said that." At this point, Liv's face is completely flushed.

"Well, let's be honest, it's most likely golden," Abby laughs.

"And from the looks of your face, Abby must be right. Damn, you are squirming. Have you two have sex?"

"No we have not had sex. We haven't even kissed. I guess Abby told you the minor complication," Liv says. "We haven't even defined what this is we are in."

"No, she didn't tell me all. She just told me was tall, sexy, a voice that was sex, and that his golden dick should probably be molded into a vibrator," Sonja laughs.

Liv looks at Abby, "I hate her so much."

"Okay, we don't know if it is golden, but he is filthy rich so it probably is," Abby explains.

"Maybe it's just lust. I won't deny I'm wildly attracted to him. He is beautiful."

"Gorgeous, rich, and probably a sex god. I fail to see what the problem is."

"The problem is…..," Liv takes a hard deep breath, "He and his wife were one of my patients."

Sonja's eyes grow wide, "That's a really big problem."

"I sent them to a colleague because I knew this was all problematic. I don't know what to do. And now, my mother in law and my husband live with me."

"I still can't believe you agreed to that," Sonja says drinking another glass of wine and she tops off Liv and Abby's.

"I told her Mrs. Ballard needs to mind her fucking business. But I get it, I get why she did it."

"It was not what I wanted. But I didn't want the likely alternative. She would have been a dog with a bone. She would have expected me to be there. Liv in his condo and take care of him. Be on his turf. I was not going to her house or his. This is my good samaritan deed of the year. I want this over."

"I feel you there, from what I saw at your wedding. She doesn't know when to shut her mouth. I get it, get it over with plus, you can talk to your man and you can sneak him into the basement at night. It's a completed basement. One of the reasons I love Chicago houses," Sonja says with a laugh.

"I am not sneaking anyone into my house. I am not 16 years old," Liv answers.

"No you aren't but think of the fun. Sneaking him in and doing whatever the hell you want," Abby says. "And you have an entrance down there."

"That entrance was done for if I do decide to move my practice there. That was the idea before."

"Maybe it is time to re-evaluate," Abby says.

"Well, I haven't heard from him so maybe the dust has settled and he's over it."

"Men don't stop chasing a woman they want. They formulate ways to chase her. He's gone get inside your britches before you have a chance to stop him," Sonja answers.

"And it's been a year since you've had sex. The dust between your legs needs to be swept away and that man is gonna do it," Abby answers.

"Nothing like a good chimney sweep," Sonja agrees.

"I forgot how absolutely ridiculous you two are together. But, I love you," Liv laughs.

"We love you too and we want you to be happy Puppy," Sonja answers.

"I know, it's just so complicated. Maybe I feel guilt about the abortion and not telling him and a lot of it was relief he didn't die. I wanted out of this marriage but I didn't want him to die. I'm just hoping I won't regret this decision."

"Listen Liv, I applaud you for just trying to do the right thing when he needed you before the end but I don't want this to bite you in the ass."

"That's what i am afraid of….and then there's Fitz. I don't know what to do. I would rather we divorce our spouses. I don't want to do the same thing that Jake did to me. I'm a fucking marriage therapist. And I dream about sleeping with this married man who was my patient," Liv admits.

"You've dreamed about fucking him. How good is it?" Abby asks.

"She looks like she's gonna short circuit right now. It must have been damn good," Sonja concludes.

"If I sleep with him, I might as well fix my marriage and stay with my husband," Liv says sadly.

"No, you and Fitz have dead marriages. There's a difference. Don't talk yourself out of it," Abby responds.

"Abby's right! This man might be your future. Don't let the past take that from you. You've been hurt enough. It's time for happiness," Sonja says.

Liv shakes her head, "Btw, we almost kissed,"she admits.

Abby squeals, "Details!"

"And don't leave anything out…" Sonja adds.

They continue to gossip and catch up and it's a much needed break that Liv needs to get her through the night.


Mellie ended up staying with her parents for 2 weeks. Fitz was completely okay with it. It gave him more time with Gerry and more time together and more time for Fitz to go over his affairs and business with his lawyer. His Uncle Cyrus has been advising him. He's a monster in the courtroom but was forced into early retirement because of a heart attack but he still consults.

"So what's going on Nephew? And, where is Gerry?"

"Gerry wanted to stay with his friends and Mellie and Karen will be back tomorrow."

"You look so relaxed and calm. I hate to say it's because your wife is away," Cyrus says.

"Dad is all over my ass about what's going with Mellie. He thinks this project with GE, I am going to lose it if I can't get things right with Mellie. I honestly don't know what he's so concerned about."

"You know your father. He's all about appearance. He's my brother and I love him but he can be a jackass. When I came out to him, he told me that wasn't good for the Grant name. I told him my mother named me Beene. I reminded him that I was the product of an affair so me having a dirty secret like being gay was perfectly fine," Cyrus laughs.

"I am sure he didn't like that," Fitz says.

"No, he didn't."

"There's just no good time to tell your wife you want a divorce. If we didn't have kids, this would be so easy but it's not."

"You have well rounded children. Your kids will be fine if you approach this right. I'm the least person to be judgemental and I am not being judgemental here. When I had my midlife crisis, I finally stopped faking like I liked girls. I don't want your midlife crisis to be something that you may regret."

"That's just it Uncle Cy! The only thing I'm scared of right now or feeling like I'll regret is not going after what I want."

"Have you figured that out? What do you want?"

"I want this GE deal. I've worked hard for it. And I want the woman that I know should be my wife, to be my wife."

"Have you been having an affair?" Again, no judgement."

"No, I haven't been having an affair. I met her and I knew she was the one and now I am in position to go after her."

"And Mellie," Cyrus asks.

"I will know where we are when she gets back tomorrow. She's had time to think and I've had time to think. I just don't want to put the kids through anything. It would hurt me to know I made my kids therapy candidates because their dad left their mom for another woman."

"You wouldn't be heartless that way Fitz. You are not that guy."

"I will be if my kids are left with a perception of me that they can never forgive me for. I think Mellie wants out. That would make it easier."

"And if Mellie doesn't want out?" Cyrus asks.

"Then I feel like I can't do that to the kids. I love my children Uncle Cy."

"I know that but does your marriage stand a chance if you lie to yourself. Your marriage will fall and then your kids will watch that happen. That's therapy waiting to happen."

Fitz sighs, "You are right."

"Speaking of therapy, how's that going? I mean, is it good that you want to get a divorce?"

"Therapy just made me be honest about things I hadn't been honest about for a while."

"And this woman you've fallen for, how did you cross paths?"

Fitz just stares at him, as if he doesn't understand the question. "What?"

"How did you cross paths?"

Fitz takes a sip of his scotch, "In therapy," he answers.

"In therapy. I am not sure I understand."

"Come on Cyrus," he says frustratingly.

"You met her in therapy. Were you flirting with someone's wife while waiting?"

"No, I didn't flirt with a wife who's in therapy too."

"Okay, so you met her in therapy. What's left?," he asks looking at Fitz. Fitz has that look that he used to see when he was kid and he'd steal tools and build random things. "Jesus Fitz, you fell for your therapist."

"I didn't go to therapy hoping to fall for my therapist. I went to try and see if I could fix my marriage."

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Olivia Pope! She's gorgeous. She's smart! She gets me Cyrus. In those sessions it's like she sees through me and then she speaks for me and it's always exactly what I want to say. And there are these moments we connect with our eyes and our words and we forget Mellie is there. Then I feel like schmuck cause I'm not listening to my wife explain what's wrong with us. Instead, I'm watching the way my therapist licks her lips or crosses her legs or how she bats her eyelashes when she knows I'm imagining her in stages of undress."

Cyrus is studying his nephew. He's never seen him quite like this. There's a twinkle in his eye. There's a pitch in his tone when he talks about her. Most of all there's red in his cheeks that's darkening with each sentence. "You've got it bad. You two haven't done anything have you."

"No, we haven't! She referred us to a new therapist."

"Well, that was smart. Mellie is not happy about it. She was very comfortable with her. I feel bad that I took that from her."

"Imagine your wife finding out you are sleeping with someone else, who happened to be you all's therapist."

Fitz laughs, "Good point!"

"So, what's next?"

"I am trying to work out business as far as what I can offer her. I am not going to hit her with this as soon as she gets back, but I feel like I can't put it off too long."

"Listen, have your offers ready when you do. And what about this Olivia Pope?"

"I'm not going to give up until I catch her," he says, finishing his scotch.


Liv makes it home. She stopped drinking long before Sonja and Abby did so she's not drunk but she's a bit buzzed. She walks in the door only to be met by Negative Nancy who is awake having a glass of tea at the island.

"Welcome home," she says to Liv as she looks at her wife.

"Nancy, what are you doing up? Is everything okay?"

"Well, you only called twice to check in today."

"How many times should I call Nancy? I called at lunch and called before I left for dinner. The medicine makes him really groggy."

"Well, how was your dinner?"

"It was great," Liv answers with some hesitation. She knows Nancy is investigating.

"Well, I needed to talk to you about this weekend."

Liv has decided to get her a glass of tea. She's rummaging through the cabinet for her favorite flavor, "What about this weekend?"

"I need to go home on Friday and come back on Monday. So.."

"That's fine if that's what you need to do. That's why Josephine for situations like that."

"Well, I was thinking you could give Josephine the weekend off."

"And who's going to take care of Jake with Josephine off?"

"Well, you would be here."

Liv tries not to slam her spoon down. She takes a deep breath. "Nancy, I know why you insisted Jake stay here but I don't want to fight about that. You asked for me to open my home for this. I am not doing it for you. I'm doing it for Jake and for me. For reasons you wouldn't understand. But at the end of this, Jake and I are getting a divorce."

"That's what you say now Olivia. Maybe this accident was a sign."

"How Nancy? How was this a sign?"

"You've both made some mistakes. His accident is going to give you all a chance to make this right to start over."

"It's not fair to throw that in my face."

"You got rid of my grandchild, his child. You know how much he wanted that. I think you both did things that weren't good for your marriage."

"He wanted something that I didn't want. That wouldn't have been fair to that child. I didn't cheat on him Nancy. I made a decision about my body that belongs to me."

"You lied to him," Nancy says bitterly.

"And he cheated on me and you are right, it wasn't good for our marriage what either of us did. That's why we shouldn't be married."

"Are you cheating on him now?"

Liv looks at her amazed at the audacity this woman has. But she's always had to deal with it. "Excuse me," Liv says.

"Is there someone else?"

"I don't have to answer that. Jake and I are separated," she answers.

"I want my son to heal," Nancy says as she gets up to go upstairs. "Goodnight Olivia!"

"I want the same thing," Liv answers. She looks at Nancy, not wanting this conversation to go any further down the rabbit hole than it has. "Goodnight Nancy!" Nancy goes up the stairs and goes to her room.

Liv goes up the stairs and decides what would make this day end on a sweet note would be to take a long soak in her tub, a little soft music, and some wine. Nancy has taken away her buzz which she desperately needs back now. She goes upstairs to her room with a bottle of wine and glass in hand. She sits it by the little table that sits by her large clawfoot tub. She starts the water and goes down the hall and slowly slides Jake's door open. He appears to be asleep so she turns to leave.

"You are home," Jake says.

Liv turns back to him, "You are awake."

"Yeah, I feel like a baby having to pee in this damn bag. It's uncomfortable."

"Well, you know it's easier right now with your knee."

"Yeah, I don't like being an invalid."

"Well, you had a stupid accident Jake."

"Is my mom gone to bed?"

Liv lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Yes, she just went to bed."

"Are you two getting along?"

"Of course we are. Why wouldn't we?" Liv covers.

"Babe, thanks for agreeing to this. I appreciate it."

She doesn't want to chastise him, "No problem. You should rest. I am going to go take a bath and get some sleep."

"Oh, your skin is always so soft after a soak. Do you still use that oil?" Jake asks. "It smelled like, what was it?"

Liv doesn't want to have this memory with him. She doesn't want to open a crack in that door for him to walk in, "I don't remember. I always change it up."

"Oh, well it was always nice to hold you at night with your scent next to me."

"Jake," she shakes her head.

"I know. I know. Have a good bath," he finishes.

"Sleep well," she responds as she goes to her room.

She gets in the tub and sinks her body into it. She didn't have stress in her day until she came home. She wants to soak it all off. She knows this won't work in the long run and she's going to have to change her mind. But she also can't put him out after letting him come in. She feels stuck. She soaks for the longest, drinking the entire half of the bottle of wine. The Beaujolais was just what was needed. She is lying in bed drinking the rest of the bottle. She shouldn't be drinking. After all, that's why her ex-husband is back living in her house, drinking. She's pretty sure she's tipsy now when her cell phone rings.

She answers, "Hi," she says.

"You knew it was me," Fitz says.

"It's 11:30. It could only be you. I'm not dating anyone else," she says with a bit of a slur.

Fitz laughs, "Well this is a newsflash if I ever saw one. I didn't know we were dating but that's music to my ears."

"Well, talk on the phone almost every night. That's boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Well, some boyfriends and girlfriends do more than that but we haven't gotten that far yet. Hell, I haven't even gotten past first base yet."

Liv hasn't quite let on yet that she's drunk, "If you were here now you could get to 3rd base, you know, Sweet Baby."

"Is that an invitation? I could be there in 20 minutes if I really put my mind to it and ignore traffic laws," he takes a new sip of his fresh scotch. "For a taste of you, I would take that chance."

"You want to taste me," she slurs and it's starting to make sense to Fitz, "Or, do you want fuck me?"

Fitz chokes on his scotch, which he has to put down. "Olivia, are you drunk?"

She takes a breath, "Maybe a little. I had words with my mother in law."

"I am sorry. But to answer your question, I want to taste you but most of all I want to make love to you."

"That's what you said to me in my dream. Why do you want to make love to me?"

Fitz wastes no time answering, "Because that's what you deserve and that's what you need."

"I am drunk Fitz. I am sure of it," she laughs.

"I think you are Livvie. Why don't you get some sleep baby and when I call you tonight we can finish this much needed conversation."

"Wait," she says in a high pitch that surprises even her.

"Why didn't you kiss me that night in the kitchen? You teased me. Why?"

"Because I wouldn't have let you go. I would have kissed you all night. And I want you to want it. I want you to crave it, so when I do, we are both in that moment."

"How do you know I don't want it?"

Fitz smiles, "I'm a man who's very confident in his abilities. I believe you want it."

"Fitz, what are we doing? Where is this going?"

"We are going wherever you want us to go? Where do you want us to go?"

She drinks her last sip of wine, "I want us to go past first base.."

Fitz shakes his head up and down. "Is that a challenge Dr. Pope?"

"Maybe it is! Let's see how competitive you are."

"Challenge accepted," Fitz answers.

"Well, I should go to sleep. I am lying here wrapped in a silk robe with the smell of lavender around me, all alone. Sweet dreams!"

Fitz closes his eyes, trying to photograph that visual in his head. He wants to ask the burning question. Is she wearing something under that robe? But he won't ask, "Sweet dreams, sweet baby."

Before he can hang up, Liv utters into the phone half sleep as she hangs up, "To answer your question, I'm not." There's that connection. She knows how to pull the thoughts from his head.

Fitz smiles into the phone. He bites his bottom lip. This game of catch is going to be fun and it's going to be sexy and it's going to be right. He goes to sleep now dreaming about her in a silk robe with nothing underneath. He knows she was drunk, but he's always believed that's when people are their most honest when they are. And she just let him in to a few of her secret thoughts and they are naughty and nice. He now knows that the feelings are the same. They just have to figure out how to explore those feelings.


It's the next night and it's Mellie's first night home back. She's been awfully quiet and just deep in thought. Karen is so happy to her daddy that she's been talking his ear off. Fitz can hardly keep up with the script she's running verbally. Mellie is watching in delight. It's a picture she's always loved, the way he is with the kids.

"So what did you do at Grandma and Grandpas?" Fitz asks.

"Grandma took me shopping for a new winter drobe," Karen answers.

Fitz and Mellie look at each other and both laugh, "She bought you a winter wardrobe," Mellie corrects.

"Well, she's your grandma. She's supposed to spoil you that way," Fitz says. "What else did you do?"

"Grandpa told me how to throw rocks in the backyard," she answers.

Fitz looks at Mellie and she shakes her head as if to say, don't ask. "What were you throwing rocks at?"

"He said to throw it in the lake because Grandma wouldn't like it," she answers.

"Grandpa taught you how to be a troublemaker," Fitz shakes his head.

"Daddy did you miss us?"

Fitz kisses her on the forehead, "Of course I missed you. I didn't have anyone to sneak in the kitchen with me to eat ice cream."

Mellie is surprised, she didn't know that was happening, "How long have you been doing that?"

"It's our daddy and daughter time."

Gerry comes into the room, naturally playing a game on his phone. "Gerry what did you and your dad do while we were gone?"

"We ate pizza every night and a box of cereal for breakfast every morning. It was awesome," Gerry jokes.

"Pizza and cereal, Fitz that's…" Mellie stops realizing that Fitz and Gerry are laughing.

"No, we did some more fishing. He showed me how to play some of those video games and we just hung out."

"Dad bought me a bunch of games for my box," Gerry says.

"I'm glad you had a great time honey," Mellie answers.

"What should we have for dinner tonight?" Fitz says.

"Sushi," Karen answers.

"Sushi," Fitz says shocked.

"My mother is a very bad influence but she loved it."

"Raw fish is nasty," Gerry says.

"Let's do Hibachi!" Fitz compromises.

"Okay," Mellie answers as they leave to go and have dinner as a family.


Liv has facetimed Abby and Sonja. She has to talk to them. Most of the night before finally came back to her and she is now mortified. She's sitting on her bathroom floor talking to them. They notice her surroundings and immediately have questions.

"Liv, why are you sitting on the floor of your bathroom?" Abby asks.

"Because it's safe," Liv says.

"Safe," Sonja repeats.

"Yes, I am pretty sure someone puts her ear to the door to see if and when I am on the phone with someone," Liv says.

"What the hell? She's spying on you," Abby says.

"Well, I think she assumes the only reason I want a divorce is because I have someone else."

"What business is it of hers if you do?" Sonja asks.

"I don't know. We had words. It really stressed me out, then I went upstairs and checked on Jake and he wanted to go down memory lane."

"Well of course, he's gotten back in your bed. Not your bed but you know what i mean," Abby reminds her.

"I drank a whole bottle of wine and then Fitz called."

"You drank a whole bottle of wine on top of what we drank," Sonja says cautiously.

"I didn't drink what you two skanks drank. I had two glasses of wine," Liv reminds them.

"And then a bottle when you got home. What happened with Fitz?" Sonja asks.

Abby and Sonja are anxiously looking at the screen. Waiting for her answer but carefully studying her face. "Would you two stop looking at me like that?" Liv says.

"Like what?" They ask simultaneously.

"You know how unfiltered I get when I am drunk. It's exactly why I try to limit my drinking," Liv starts to ramble.

"Says the red wine aficionado," Abby rolls her eyes.

"What did you do Liv?" Sonja asks.

Liv covers her face, as her words are muffled but audible enough, "I called him my boyfriend and I asked him if he wanted to fuck me."

Sonja spits her water out, "Oh my god Liv you didn't."

"That's my girl," Abby says. "I am sure his answer was a resounding yes."

"Yes I did Sonja! I am so freaking embarrassed." Liv stops, "And Abby no, he answered me just like my dream."

"Your sex dream," Abby says.

"Yes," Liv says and they can both see the hearts in her eyes.

"What did he say?" Sonja presses.

"He said he wanted to make love to me," she answers.

"He's a prince," Abby says with the same hearts in her eyes that Liv has.

"Can I marry him?" Sonja says.

"But I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I asked him that."

"Calm down! You just spoke your truth through alcohol. It's no biggie," Abby dismisses.

"He must not think I'm a lady now," Liv says

"He knows you are a lady and he you have a scratch that needs to be itched," Abby adds.

"Have you talked to him since?" Sonja asks.

"No, I but I think she's back," Liv answers.

"I want to know what was in your dreams like when you asked that question," Abby's curiosity has gotten the best of her.

Liv stops, and thinks some more, "Oh my god...I told him I was naked, I think."

"What?" Abby screeches.

"I think I told him I was going to bed naked," Liv throws her head back on the wall.

"I guess that's one way to wake a man's beast," Sonja says.

"I need to apologize to him. I don't know what to say," Liv panics.

"No, you need to wait for him. I guarantee things are about to change," Abby says.

"What do you mean?" Liv asks.

They both laugh at her and leave thinking and rethinking all the thoughts in her head.


Liv is in her office. She's seeing her 11 o'clock, the Porters, before lunch. They are a couple whose marriage got better after she cheated on him. Now, they are trying to hold it together at the death of their child. Liv knows they need a grief counselor, but she has to talk them through some other things.

"Amanda, you have to tell him why you are angry with him?" Liv says.

"He knows why I am angry. He had no right to make that decision without me."

"I donated our child's organs. It was a good thing to do."

"I didn't agree to it," she yells back.

Liv tries to take control of the tone. "Ted, when the doctor asked you what you wanted to do, you didn't have time to wait, right?"

"Right, everything happened so fast. I knew our son wouldn't need it….so…"

"So in that moment you made the decision that you thought would honor your son in some way," Liv tries to walk them through their emotions.

"It was the only thing that made me feel better about what was happening. I had to find something positive in it."

"Amanda, you understand it wasn't to hurt you. It was a way to find…"

Before Liv can finish her words, Amanda responds, "Peace, I understand. I've had no peace since this has happened and I'm afraid I never will."

"Okay, next week...let's talk about the things you want peace with and we will go from there," Liv says. They both agree. Liv helps lead them out. "My secretary is taking a 2 hour lunch today so give her a call to set up next week's appointment," and before she can finish, he's sitting there. There he is with his legs crossed looking confident and cocky but sexy and charming, all rolled into one. "Mr. Grant," she covers.

"Thank you so much Dr. Pope," Amanda answers.

"We will see you next week," Ted finishes as Liv walks them to the door.

She rests her head on the door and then turns to Fitz, "I assume you are my 12pm and 1pm. Are you the reason why my sneaky little secretary asked for a long lunch today?" She starts to walk away from the door.

Through his cocky smile he says, "I would lock that if I were you."

Liv looks at him, "Why?"

"We wouldn't want anything to interrupt our lunch break," he says.

She locks the door. Her heart is beating so fast she can barely catch her break. He smiles seeing that she locks the door. "I didn't know we were having lunch."

"It's a work day and you have to have lunch and so do I," he says innocently.

She studies his face, "Is this a date? I see a bag there."

He gets up from his seat. "This is not a date. What I consider a date doesn't involve sandwiches and chips."

"Sandwiches and chips," she says, raising an eyebrow.

He holds up a bag from Conte Di Savoia, "I heard that you like the Contessa and I thought I would try the turkey pastrami," He says as he walks into her office.

"I won't ask how you know that," Liv says.

He lays the bags on the desk. He looks around the room and pulls one of her chairs up for him to sit. She sits in her chair. "I had a little help. I am sure you don't pay her enough," Fitz laughs.

"Why? Because she tells you all my secrets," Liv answers.

"Well, I don't think you can blame April for letting me know you slept naked under your robe the other night. Although I wonder if you even bothered with the robe after I hung up."

Liv drops her head, "I am mortified. I am so sorry about the other night. I don't usually drink like that but I was so upset ."

"Upset about what?" He asks as he opens her food and pushes it to her. He opens her bag chips and opens her soda. It doesn't go unnoticed how attentive he is being to her.

"Telling you I was naked….," her face is flushed just thinking about what else she said. "That other thing I asked you."

"What other thing?" He says coyly.

"You know what other thing?"

"I don't! What was it?"

Liv laughs, "I am not repeating that."

"Why not? I thought therapy was all about full transparency."

"That was hardly therapy last night," she says.

He takes a bite of his sandwich, "I think it was. You finally unloaded what's on your heart."

She is eating but looks at him. He's right, it's all about transparency at this point, "Did you mean what you said?"

He smiles, "About wanting to make love to you instead, yes I meant it. Did you actually dream about me asking that question and my answer?"

She places the palm of her hand under her chin looking, "I did and I shouldn't have."

"Why not?"

"You know why," Liv says. He's not buying her reason. "Dreaming about my patient. I should have stopped it then."

"Well, I'm no longer your patient. I can assure you, it's okay now."

"Dreaming about having sex with your patient, I am pretty sure is wrong."

"You dreamed that you asked me if I wanted to fuck you and that I told you I wanted to make love. Anyone can have sex. Anyone can jump into bed together. But only two people who are in love can make love," Fitz finishes.

"We are not in love," she plays.

"No, but we are falling hard for each other. I know I'm falling hard for you and I will make love to you soon. I am planning for it and on it. They'll be days for raw wild sex. Some days we won't have a choice. But I want to love you."

Liv is all flushed. Her body is flushed. Her body is internally screaming for him to throw her on the desk and do exactly what he plans. Then she shakes some sense into herself, "In my dream I was asking if all you wanted from me was sex."

"I want more than that. You just have to give it to me."

"You shouldn't have come here. What if someone had seen you?"

"Why would anyone see me here?"

"I don't know your friends. I don't know Mellie's friends. What if your friends were patients of mine and they ran into you here?"

Fitz takes a beat, "Okay, I didn't think about that."

"We have to find a structure for whatever this is," Liv pleads.

He can see the fear in her face. He understands she's as scared as he is but for different reasons. "Olivia, I would never do anything to hurt your business or your career. That's why I told you how I felt. I knew it was all a conflict of interests."

"That's the least of it," Liv nervously laughs.

"We will figure it out. I think the risk is worth it. But I don't want you to run because of that risk. We will figure it out."

She gets up from her desk. She's nervous. She goes to get a water bottle from her. He turns to watch her. "Would you like some water?"

"Olivia," he says.

She's starting to ramble, "It's not cold. They are lukewarm. I like my water lukewarm," she rambles on.

"Olivia," he repeats again. She gets the water. She doesn't have to turn. She can feel him. She can smell him. He's right there and there's no escaping it. "Livvie," he says with a tone that could burn her clothes off.

"I don't think I'm ready," Liv says breathlessly.

"For what?" He asks as he brings his hands around her hips.

She drops her head on his chest. She wants to escape but there is no way of getting around him. She thinks to herself, Why does his hands fit so perfectly around me? "I'm not ready for you to kiss me."

He turns her around. She drops the water on the floor, "And why not?"

"Because if I do, you have me and I'm stuck," she breathes as her lips are dangerously close to his while their foreheads are joined.

"I've been practicing how to slide into first base for quite some time," he says slyly.

Liv is breathing so heavy, she can't catch her breath. He stops her by pressing his lips next to hers. He doesn't kiss her, he just leaves it there to linger. She's finally able to speak, "Do it already," she whispers.

He gently pins her hands behind her back. His body completely covers her now. He releases his tongue to part her lips. It's gentle, it's sensual, and most of all it's everything. He licks the shape of the inside of her lips as she moans in pleasure.

She opens her mouth letting his tongue take residence on top of hers as they begin to kiss. At first it's slow. It is perfect. This is the first time their lips and mouth have met. They want to savor the feel of the first introduction. They begin to kiss and the sensation of not being able to touch him or feel the curls in his hair, those curls she's dreamed of running her hands through makes her more receptive. They begin to have the last tango in each other's mouth. Their tongues are chasing and lips are fighting to tug the other first. The kiss grows and grows in passion as Fitz has her pressed against her wet bar. He's pressing into her core with his length, as she can feel it. The bulge is large and pressing against the fabric of her clothes that feel so thin at this moment. Their breathing is heavy. They can't get enough as she can't remember why she didn't want to kiss him. She just knows she never wants him to stop.

He gently lets go of her hands as she wraps her hands around his neck as her nails combs through his curls. Before she knows their tongues are dueling again as they hold each other tighter and tighter. He breaks away, "I can't stop."

"I didn't ask you to," she answers heavily.

She crashes into his lips as she bites his lip in passion as now it's sloppy and messy and all they ever wanted out of this moment. He slowly moves from her lips and down her neck. She's so wet with desire. During sex, her breast have always been easy to arouse her. She knows his lips latch around her nipple; they will pass second and third base and just go home. He lifts her and brings her to her desk perching her on top.

All of a sudden they hear the door open outside. "Boss, I am back."

"Damn," Fitz says.

"God," Liv breathes.

"Well, I won't argue with you there, this was spiritual," Fitz laughs as she slaps his chest.

"I'll be right out," Liv says.

"Is he still here?" April yells.

"I am," Fitz answers. Liv drops her head in embarrassment.

"Shut up," Liv says.

"Well she knows," Fitz says as he straightens his close.

Liv runs to her mirror, "I can't look like this in front of my patients."

"Why not? You were kissed and kissed well. They should be happy for you."

Liv is fumbling in her purse looking for compact and lipstick, "You have to go."

"I will! I'll call you tonight," Fitz finishes.

She's fixing her skirt that's turned counterclockwise in the wrong direction, "Okay," is all she can say.

He walks over, he takes her hand and kisses the top, "I can't wait to see what else those lips can do," Fitz says as he opens her door and leaves.

"Thanks April," He says as he leaves.

"Nice to see you ," she laughs as she runs into Liv's office. "Are you okay?"

Liv turns around as she buttons her shirt up. She can't figure out how he undid the buttons to begin with, "I am fine. Make sure the Keurig is ready for Mr. Johnson. You know how he is when he gets nervous."

April laughs, "Yes ma'am," as she leaves.

Liv sits down in her seat, she whispers to herself. "I need a drink and a shower," she breathes.

Fitz is sitting and biting his index finger, thinking about it all. "This is just the beginning Olivia Pope. Just the beginning," he says as he drives away.


They've kissed...there's no turning back now.

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