Olivia walked up to the gates of the white house. She had been invited there years before to receive a Presidential hero medal after her first successful stem cell implant but she declined in protest of the Iraq war. Now she stood outside the gates, waiting on line, as nervous as ever. She had never really been a nervous person, not since she was younger. When she learned what her mind was capable of, she developed a sureness in herself. She was always sure of what she said and did but around him she always second guessed herself, not in a bad way, in a way that excited her because she had never felt like that around anyone else.

She stood on the line waiting to get up to the security gate. Once she reached the window, she smiled politely and began.

"Hi, I'm Olivia Pope, I'm here to see the -"

"Olivia Pope, the president is expecting you. I have a guard here to escort you up."

"Really?" she said with a smile.

"Yes, I have your clearance pass right here - here you go."

Morris handed her the security pass.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome Ms. Pope."

Once she finished speaking with Morris, an agent walked over and escorted her up. She walked through the halls of the white house until she reached the oval. Tom met her right at Lauren's desk.

"He is an a meeting right now but he'd really appreciate it if you could wait in his office for a few minutes until he can join you."

"Uhm okay."

She leaned in so only Tom could hear her.

"Am I allowed to be in his office alone?"

"No, but I'm just following orders."

She smiled.

"Okay."

He walked over and held the door open as she walked in, then gave her a nod and excused himself.

She took a moment to take in the office. She dropped her bag on the couch and walked over to his desk and picked up the framed picture of him and Gerry on what seemed to be a ski trip. Gerry looked about 7 years old in the picture and Fitz was in his late 30's. She walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the walls, trying to kill time.

Sometimes she mentally kept time in her head whenever she waited, it was exactly 4 minutes and 22 seconds before she heard Fitz's voice in the hallway.

"Lauren, is she in?" she could hear him ask.

"Yes, sir."

"Great! Make sure no one disturbs me Lauren. My food will be here shortly, have Gustav knock."

He headed straight for the door in long strides, he opened the doors and walked in. She was on the far side of the room. He saw her from behind, he was pleasantly surprised.

"Olivia?"

She turned around to face him and chuckled.

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Nothing, you look … different."

"Not very."

He took her in carefully, he noticed things about her that he'd never notice on any other woman. She had heels on, black suede pointy toed ones, they looked expensive. She wore navy blue skinny chinos that she cuffed at the ankle, they fit like a second pair of skin. Her legs were toned, she had a small gap in between her thighs, something he'd never noticed before, maybe because the scrubs she usually wore her so huge. She wore a white crew neck t-shirt with just the front slightly tucked into her pants while the rest hung loosely. She had the slightest cleavage but even then he could tell that she was well endowed, more than he had expected in his wildest dreams. Her hair was different, it wasn't in the natural curly state that she had worn it in before, it was straight with soft curls at the end and it passed her shoulders but he could tell that she cut it. Her skin glowed, her lips were soft and pink and her lashes went on for days.

"Are you done staring?"

She said breaking him from his haze.

"I was staring?"

"Yes," she said with a chuckled.

"Sorry."

"Don't be, neurologist remember, your behavior is natural and I'm pretty sure I can tell you everything you just thought about."

Fitz took that as a challenge.

"Oh yea, what was I thinking," he said as he walked closer.

She walked over and sat in the couch, he did the same thing.

"You just looked me over and compared what my body is to what you thought it was."

"Wow, it's really scary how good you are at your job."

She blushed at his compliment.

"I didn't mean to look you over like that, must've been awkward for you.."

"It wasn't that bad," she flirted.

Fitz smiled.

"Are you hungry? I can have the chef bring something up."

"Oooh chef - fancy," she teased.

He rolled his eyes.

"No, I just ate with Stephen."

Fitz nodded, he was going to leave it alone but then he decided to just be honest about his thoughts.

"What's the deal with Stephen? Are you guys just friends or is it something more?"

One evening when Olivia came to check on Fitz back at the hospital, Stephen accompanied her. He watched how Stephen hung on to her every move and every word. He had the look in his eye that told Fitz he had the hope that their relationship would evolve into more that a friendship, Olivia at the time seemed oblivious to it, but now that Fitz new how intuitive she was, he knew that she was definitely aware of Stephen's feeling towards her.

"No, Stephen and I are just friends? Why would you think we were more?"

"He wants more than a friendship with you, you know that right?"

"He doesn't," she lied.

"Olivia," he scolded, like a parent demanding their child tell the truth.

"Fine, I know of Stephen's feelings towards me," she admitted.

"You guys have been friends for a long time, why didn't it turn into something else?"

"I could never genuinely reciprocate the romantic feelings Stephen had towards me. I let him know that, I thought it was better to be honest and hoped he would understand and well, he did."

"He might have a agreed to just being friends but he still wants more."

"Okay love guru, you want to talk about my love life? Let's talk about yours. What's the deal with you and your wife?"

"What do you mean?"

"Now who's acting clueless?" she teased.

Fitz sighed.

"Me and Mellie don't see eye to eye, we never did."

"So why did you get married?"

"Ah yes, the infamous question 'why did I get married?' I was 27 when we got married, it wasn't the traditional, boy meets girl, they fall in love get married and have children sorta story."

"I have no plans, I'm all ears."

Fitz settled in his seat.

"It was a political marriage, one day I was home and big Gerry called me downstairs and there she was. We stood beside each other for all of 5 seconds before Gerry started making wedding arrangements."

"So you too never dated or anything?"

"No never, we married 6 months after we met."

"Obviously you two must've had some attraction to each other, you two have a child."

"I paid her."

"You what?"

"I paid her for Gerry."

"Don't just say that and not explain."

"I was guaranteed one child in the prenup, one child and she got a couple million."

"Wow, so you are really in an arranged marriage?"

"There was a time when we sort of accepted what it was, we tried to get along, tried to make it work. I think she loved me at one point but I never loved her back and she ended up resenting me for it then eventually just down right hating my guts and now here we are."

Someone knocked the door.

"Who?" Fitz asked.

"It's the server sir…" Lauren said loudly.

"Come in."

The server came in with a tray of food and placed it on the coffee table in front of Fitz.

"Thank you Gustav."

Gustav gave him a nod and a smile.

Fitz pulled the cover off the plate revealing a huge t bone sirloin steak and glass of scotch beside it.

"Uhm what is that?" Olivia asked.

"It's steak, do you want me to have them bring you one?"

"Uhm you're not eating that, you were going to drink scotch for lunch?"

Gustav was about to walk out when she stopped him.

"Gustav can you please take this steak and bring a salad instead."

"Uhm-" Gustav nervously looked at Fitz.

Fitz shook his head trying to tell him not to do it.

Olivia realized what he was going and stepped in the line of vision between the two.

"Gustav look at me, take this steak back and bring a salad instead, have the chef add spinach, romaine lettuce, grilled chicken, hard boiled eggs, carrots, avocado and mozzarella cheese and a glass of cranberry juice."

Gustav tried to look back at Fitz for approval but Olivia stopped him again.

"Thank you Gustav."

Gustav turned around and hurried with the tray of steak.

"Is that what you've been eating the past few days? Steak and scotch?" she said as she took a seat in the couch.

Fitz was annoyed at her for taking his food, he had no intentions of eating whatever salad they brought up.

"It's a free country isn't it?"

Olivia chuckled and crossed her legs waiting for the food to come back. They were silent for the 18 and a half minutes it took Gustav to come back with the salad, awkward was an understatement.

Gustav walked in nervously with the new tray of food, we quickly placed it on the table and walked out. Olivia removed the cover from the tray.

"This looks great, dig in."

Fitz folded his arms and leaned back.

"I'm not eating this."

"Why not?"

"Well I'm not a rabbit so I'm not sure why I'm eating a whole bunch of leaves."

Olivia smiled at him.

"I'm not arguing with you about this, you are going to eat this. You got shot less than a month ago and you need a healthy, all inclusive diet, not steak and scotch."

"I'm not eating this."

"Eat it now or when you knock on my door tonight, I'll ignore it."

Fitz unfolded his arms and grabbed the forked and jammed it into a bunch of spinach and then jammed it into his mouth. He eyed her angrily the entire time.

"Mmmmm yummy," she teased.

She made him eat the entire thing.

"Wow you are alive after eating a salad, who would've thought…" she sarcastically.

"Whatever."

She laughed, she was having a little too much fun watching him behave like a brat over eating vegetables.

"All the steak and scotch would've done was make you lethargic. Is that all you eat?"

Fitz smiled.

"Yep steak, bacon, ribs, chicken, I'm not really a rice person, I'll eat baked potatoes though,"

"That's not very diverse."

"But it is absolutely delicious."

"I bet."

"Since I ate all my vegetables, I get to come over tonight right?"

"Yes, I always keep my word but if you want to keep coming over, you'll have to keep eating vegetables."

"Seriously?"

"Yep but we can talk about this later, I have a conference call at 5, I have to join in an hour so I want to get back to my apartment."

Fitz pouted.

"Okay I'll see you later then."

She got up and walked over to him. She pulled the sleeve down his wrist and placed two fingers on his radial artery.

As she stood in front of him Fitz held his breath, he was afraid that if he took one whiff of her, he was going to devour here right there in the oval.

"Fitz are you breathing?"

He pulling in a breath.

"Yes."

And then her scent hit him.

She was standing over him. He tried not to be that guy and looked everywhere except at her but her couldn't help himself, he had to take another peek.

'One quick peek,' he thought to himself.

He looked up and there her breast were, huge, supple and perky and even though he tried to look away, he couldn't.

"What bra size are you?" he thought it and then said it, almost as I there was no filter.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I said that."

She smiled.

"Because you thought it, that's the impulse control I told you about. Be careful, you have to try and work on that, if you said that to an intern or someone else, that could have been a big story."

"I don't think these things about the interns, so it would never happen," he flirted.

She let go of his hand.

"You're heartbeat is a little fast, I want you to start walking in the mornings, for about a half hour, a nice normal paced walk and please no more steak, for the next couple of weeks, you need salads, you can have steak maybe once a week, you can have chicken everyday but it has to be grilled okay."

He could hear her concern.

"Okay, I promise."

He had planned on calling Gustav and telling him to bring back the steak the minute she walked out but no there was no way he could do that, not after she asked him not to.

She smiled at him.

"Perfect."

She walked over to the couch and grabbed her Saint Laurent bag and headed to the door.

"I'm a 32DD," she said and then made her exit.

Fitz turned over on the couch as she walked out.

Olivia got to her apartment with 30 minutes to spare before her conference calls thanks to Fitz instructing his guard to drop her home. She used the time to quickly shower and change into something more comfortable.

She sat on the couch and counted down the minutes till her phone rang. Exactly on the minute the call was to begin, her phone rang.

"Olivia Pope."

"What's up Liv, hold on let me connect the other doctor," Harrison said through the phone.

She heard a beep and then Dr. Manu greeted her.

"Hello Dr. Pope, thank you for agreeing to speak with me."

"Hello Dr. Manu, thank you for reaching out to me."

"The case I'm dealing with is a special one, the patient it 9 years old and a female. She has been battling schizophrenia and had a chip implanted into her brain in an experimental trial to gauge how well the chip could control the neurotransmitters in her brain and even out her brain chemistry."

"I can't imagine this being done in the U.S.?"

"It was done in China, her case was exceptionally rare, her form of schizophrenia caused her to be in a constant state of paranoia and self harm, her parents got desperate."

"I'm not judging Dr. Manu."

"The chip ruptured, causing a severe imbalance in the neurotransmitters in the brain, I can send her CT scans and MRI images over if you'd like. "

"Please do."

"Okay, I'll have my assistant send them momentarily.

"The chip broke apart in many sharp pieces that lodge into brain tissue and I'm afraid one wrong move and I'd give this kid permanent brain damage, I had hoped you'd be willing to operate on her. The lodge pieces are causing her severe pain and we've been able to control it this far by keeping her sedated and on pain killers but we won't be able to for very long."

There was no way anyone could pull out that many pieces of sharp objects from a brain and leave it intact, she knew he wanted her to do the pope procedure.

"Where is she?"

"She's at the UCSF hospital in California."

"I'll look over her scans and let you know by tomorrow."

"Thank you Dr. Pope, I look forward to hearing from you."

"I'll be in touch Dr. Manu."

Dr. Manu hung up but Harrison was still on the line, quietly listening.

"What do you think Harry?"

"I think we should take it, you haven't done the procedure in a long time."

"Yea, I'm leaning that way but let me examine her scans and her medical information, I'll call you when I've made my decision."

"Alright Liv, I have a couple more cases for you but one involves traveling to Japan, I'm still talking with the doctor."

"I've always loved Japan, keep in touch Harrypoo."

"Hey, I hate that name."

She hung up.

An hour later Dr. Manu sent her the images of the patients CT and MRI scans. He also sent her medical history so Olivia could see all the types of surgeries and medications she'd been on before. She decided to wait a little while to review the images.

She had read about a new Thai place that wasn't very far from her apartment. She mapped out the directions and threw on some shorts and a t shirt and head out to brace the August evening heat.

She followed the directions and arrived a little earlier than she thought she would. It took them a little while to prepare her food so she walked over to the park opposite the restaurant and waited for them to call her when her food was ready. Once she picked up her food and headed back to her apartment it was just after 8. She ate her crunchy seafood salad and chicken wings in its entirety and then showered again. While her apartment was cool, her trip outside left her feeling sticky. It was her third shower of the day, as a doctor she knew it wasn't good to take that many showers because of how it could dry out the skin but she couldn't help it, she hated feeling hot and sticky. Her upcoming trip to Africa would be unforgiving in its hot and humid temperatures but she was willing to put up with it for a good cause.

She began reviewing the images and videos, she must've lost track of time because when she look up it was almost 10 when Fitz knocked.

She smiled and got up to open the door. She still couldn't figure out why he excited her so much, just the thought of him sent shivers down her spine.

She opened the door and was a little surprised by his very casual appearance. He was wearing navy t shirt and grey sweatpants.

He looked down at her, she was wearing shorts and a tank top. He had perfect view of her breast, she had no bra on and he briefly wondered if she did it on purpose.

She stepped aside so he could come in. He was about to walk over to the couch but she stopped him.

"Shoes-" she reminded.

He sighed and took them off.

He walked behind her as she headed to the couch, he watched her ass as she walked in front of him. Her shirt rode up and revealed the small of her back. He could see the two dimples in her lower back.

She sat on the couch and folded her legs, he sat at the far end of the couch. He didn't trust himself around her. He tucked one of his legs up just in case he had an accidental erection, he didn't want to freak her out.

"Why are you all the way over there?" she asked.

"No reason," he said a little too quickly.

She grabbed her laptop and went back to reviews the images.

"What are you doing?"

"I have a new case, I'm just going over her brain scans, wanna see?"

He was a hesitant to be so close to her.

She realized.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea I'm fine."

She scooted over closer to him so he could see he laptop. Fitz could smell her scent, she smelled like vanilla.

He stiffened.

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

She looked at him skeptically.

"Okay, so this is a picture of a normal brain, the red and yellow color that you is the activity in the brain. Electric impulses, signals, etcetera."

He nodded.

"Okay now this is what I'm working with."

She switched the image of the normal brain to the image of her soon to be patients brain.

"Whoa."

"Yea, it's about 3 times the activity of a normal brain."

"Why is that?" he asked.

"She had a chip implanted in China into her brain to control her schizophrenia, the chip ruptured and disrupted the entire chemical structure of her brain, causing increased amounts of dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin."

"So why do they need you to operate?"

"Well, when the chip ruptured, it shattered and the pieces spread further and further apart into her brain which as you can imagine, is extremely painful. I would have to cut her open and remove the pieces with a magnet."

"Wouldn't that rip her brain apart?"

"Not if I accelerate her stem cells and inject them into her brain to heal it, that's if I can keep her alive long enough to actually get the stem cells in her. When the doctor called he didn't say it right away but after seeing how bad it was, I knew that the only reason he asked me to do this was because he wanted me to do the procedure."

"The Pope procedure?"

"I hate what they have named it but yes."

Fitz chuckled.

"You should be proud, your procedure has done impossible things."

"It did but there is a reason I haven't done it in years."

He didn't know how she was doing it but somehow she was taking his mind off of her body and back to her.

"Yeah, why haven't you done it?"

"I had a migraine in the middle of surgery, if it was a regular one I could've recovered but that was the worst one I'd ever had, I felt paralyzed, I couldn't move or think or speak, I had this little girl's brain open in front of me and I couldn't help her."

"Is that the girl would've been a vegetable? If you couldn't operate, who did?"

"My friend Harrison, I had finished the implant, all that I had left to do what sew her back up, Harrison did that for me."

"The nurse?"

"Don't say it like that, he's a nurse but he's also very smart, he pays attention and after watching me perform 10 previous stem cell procedures, he was able to finish."

"Wow."

"Yeah, Harry's great."

"So when would this procedure happen?"

"A couple days, I told them I'd give them an answer tomorrow. It would be an extensive procedure I'd be gone for at least a week."

"Wait no you're not - a week? I only had 7 weeks with you to begin with," Fitz was getting a little flustered.

"That was the deal, I stay here with you but I still leave for my surgeries, remember."

"Yeah but I didn't know that they'd last a week, I thought it'd be a day tops."

"It's a little more complicated than that most times. I work with a lab particle accelerator lab in France, I'd have to do a bone marrow transfer, then send it to the lab, wait for it to be finished and sent back then I'd have to operate on her brain and it's just a whole lot."

Fitz sighed.

"Are you gonna do it."

"She's in pain, I can't imagine not helping her, if I can manipulate the brain chemistry with the stem cells and stop the over activity in her amygdala, I can cure her schizophrenia."

"Damnit, thanks for making me feel like a complete asshole for wanting to keep you here."

"You're welcome," she smiled.

He finally let himself relax.

"So if I were to be around when you had a migraine, what should I do to help?"

She changed her position and sat facing him with her legs folded.

He was rigid again.

"Fitz why are you acting so unusually?"

"Nothing, tell me."

"Well, it's fairly simple, just turn off whatever light and sound is on. I usually have a little pail beside me in case I need to throw up and that's really it."

"Noted," he said with a dashing smile.

She playfully slapped his leg but inadvertently ended up too close to his groin.

Fitz looked at her carefully.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"I can't tell if you are doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?"

Now she was confused.

"Everything, you have no bra on so I get to see those perky little breasts bounce up and down everytime you move, plus I'm guessing you're cold because your nipples are hard, which is gonna make something I have get hard..." he paused, "those tiny shorts, don't help either, I mean I'm trying to control myself here but you have to help me, maybe wear a snuggie next time," he suggested.

She smiled.

"One sec."

She got up and headed to her bathroom. She was back in couple of minutes fully dressed in a long sleeve red Christmas bodysuit pajama.

"It's not a snuggie but I think it'll do."

Fitz smiled widely, she still looked sexy as hell but he decided to let her live.

"Why do you even have that?"

"It's my favorite pajama plus sometimes the a/c is really cold at night so I brought it for that too."

She walked over and sat beside him.

"Can I ask you something wildly inappropriate?" he asked.

"You've been on a roll all week, don't stop now."

"You're boobs-"

"Here we go."

Fitz chuckled.

"How are you so small with such nice boobs and a DD cup, you look smaller than that, not that hey aren't perfectly supple and round but aren't D's huge?"

Fitz didn't know what he was talking about he just wanted to say anything to get her talk about her breasts.

"Small women can have boobs too not just tall leggy blondes and this is what real d cups look like, not what you see in porn those are h's and j's. I don't like wearing bras, especially at home and I'm not gonna start now. I love my breast, they are perfect for me-"

"That makes two of us."

She hit his arm, he didn't react, he just stared.

She had a thought, more like an urge, a crazy one and she knew she was horrible for even wanting to do it but she decided to go for it.

"Do you want to see them?"

Fitz head snapped back to her eyes.

"Huh?" he wasn't sure he heard her correctly.

"Do you want to see them?"

He stood up and began pacing.

"I wasn't prepared for this, I feel like it's my first time."

He walked over to her and stopped in front of her, he held her hand in his.

"Be gentle with me okay."

She erupted into a fit of laughter, he was being so dramatic, she loved it.

"Are you ready?" she asked still laughing.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his palms together.

"I'm ready."

She slowly unbuttoned the first few buttons down the middle of her onesie and pull it down her arms. She still had the tank top on from earlier, she slowly pulled the delicate straps over her shoulder and pull it down to her waist. She saw Fitz's eyes, they were low and hungry.

Her nipples hardened. They way that he looked at her, aroused her in ways she never thought possible.

Fitz sat in front of her, minutes had passed, his cock was as hard as a rock.

His face was so close to her breast that she could feel his breath on her nipples.

He licked his lips, the urge to taste her skin was overwhelming.

Olivia practically sat in a puddle of her own fluid. She could feel it slowly seeping out of her and unto her tiny thongs and escaping down her thighs.

Fitz inched closer and closer to her breast, she watched him, her breath became short and choppy. He placed his hands around her waist and pulled her up so she was leaning over him.

His hands were huge around her waist, she bit her lip at the tingle she felt when his skin touched hers. He kissed the spot just under her breast and he heard a breathy moan escape her lips.

That was when they knew that if the continued in that moment, there was no turning back, at least not tonight.

They were both still for a moment until she took a deep breath and pulled her tank slowly up her body.

All her life she'd never understood how people could make reckless decisions when it came to sex, until now. She didn't care about the consequences, how unethical it was to sleep with a patient, let alone a married one who happens to be the president all she knew was that she really wanted to do it. She wanted him to suck her nipples until she came. She wanted his fingers inside her and his tongue in between her slit. She wanted to taste his cock and suck him off until he came, but most of all, she wanted him inside her. She never told him how she heard the nurses discussing his size. At the time, she tried to be professional and not listen in but she couldn't help but notice that they were all too excited about what he under his pants.

He could still see her erect nipples under tank and this time, it wasn't because she was cold, it was because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, all he could see were her breasts which wasn't exactly helping his cock get soft.

She pulled her sleeve back and then snuggled under his arm.

She leaned her head gently against his chest.

"I think that might have been a bad idea," she said softly against his chest.

He chuckled.

"You think?"

She sighed.

"Everything is going to change now, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."