The next morning when Olivia woke up Fitz was gone from the bed but she could hear the shower running. She was in a good mood despite the mildly sour ending to their trip, it wasn't the first time people went on television and said unsavory things about her, the only difference is that she didn't expect it from the professor but it was done and so she just tried to shake it off.

She stretched and walked to the bathroom and quietly opened the door and let herself in. She undressed quickly and stepped in the shower behind Fitz.

"You showered without me, tight buns."

Fitz turned around and smiled.

"Are you ever gonna stop calling me that?"

"No, not ever."

He grabbed his ass and squeezed it.

"Don't ever go to jail, they would attack your ass."

Fitz laughed in agreement.

"Noted."

Olivia grabbed her body wash and sponge, lathered it and began bathing herself. Fitz was already done showering so he just watched her. It was almost a test, he wanted to see if he could watch her lather her entire body with soap without getting hard but he failed miserably because by the time she reached her breast, he was erect. Once Olivia saw that she decided to provoke him, her shower turned into a strip tease, only she was already naked. She massaged her breast and rubbed the soap down her torso then she turned around and smacked her ass for him see.

She was leaning up against the wall with her ass poked out when he got tired of her antics and grabbed her. He pressed his erection into her back.

"You're just begging to get fucked aren't you."

Olivia smiled.

"Maybe I am or maybe I want you to beg for it."

He kissed her neck and then down her shoulder then he brought her hand down to his erection and made her feel it.

"If that's not begging for it, I don't know what is."

"You're right but I'm fascinated by the idea of you walking around with blue balls all day thinking of all the different ways you wanted to fuck me but couldn't."

Fitz eyes opened wide.

"You wouldn't."

"It's already happening."

Olivia shimmed out of his grip and stepped under the shower head and washed herself off. She felt Fitz staring but she ignored him and hummed a tune nonchalantly as she finished showering. When they both stepped out, Fitz was still hard, it wasn't the first time Olivia played such cruel games on him so in a sense he was used to it but it didn't make it any easier. He thought about masturbating but his erection would usually come back less than half hour later and he'd have to keep doing it throughout the day and he didn't feel like it so he was going to leave it to die on it's own.

He was quiet as they got dressed and Olivia thought he might have been angry with her.

"Are you mad at me?"

Fitz chuckled.

"I don't get mad Livie, I get even, I'm gonna get you back, maybe not today or tomorrow but I gonna get you back."

His threat was thrilling and she was actually looking forward to him exacting revenge on her.

"Is it weird that I'm actually looking forward to it," she said with a shy smile.

Fitz chuckled and walked over to her and planted a kiss on her lips.

"You're adorable but seriously, it's gonna be bad."

"Still looking forward to it, in fact, I'm really horny right now."

Fitz jumped and started laughing.

"My oh my, how the tables have turned, ha!"

Olivia bit her lips and laughed.

"Please, my vagina is leaking like a rusty old pipe," Olivia laughed at herself, "worst reference ever but you get it."

"Congratulations, you played yourself," Fitz teased.

"Come on Fitz, really quick before you have to leave for work."

Fitz walked over to her and picked her up and brought her over to the small couch in his closet.

Olivia unbuckled his pants and pulled down boxers quickly, he was still semi hard. She lifted her dress and pulled down her underwear and kicked them off.

"Come on baby, I'm all yours," she said with a wicked smile.

"Beg."

"What?"

"If you want this dick, you better beg for it, especially after the shit you pull in the shower."

Olivia's mouth fell open and curved into a smile.

'No, I'm Olivia Pope, I don't beg."

Fitz smiled.

"Okay fine, then you can go to work with your wet pussy and I'll go to work with my hard dick and that'll just be that."

Fitz pulled up his pants and was about to step off when she grabbed his hand.

"Fine, you win."

Fitz smirked and turned around.

"No, no, no, I didn't ask if I won, I asked you to beg."

She sighed in defeat and relented.

'Please."

"What? I didn't hear you?"

"Please, pretty please with cherries on top come over here and have sex with me" she said almost sarcastically.

He let go of his pants and the fell to the floor once again. He kicked them off and then crawled on top of her.

"If I wasn't so hard I would have left you here to fend for yourself."

"But you can't, can you," she said with a smile.

He leaned down and kissed her waiting lips. She was eager, and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to hers.

He rubbed his tip against her clit.

"Fuck," she moaned softly.

He kissed her again and slide his tip in slowly and then pulled it out. She was hot and soaking wet and it felt amazing but he lived for the moments when she begged for him so he teased her, never fully entering her but never fully leaving.

"Baby please, I want it so so bad," she had actually started begging.

Fitz sucked in her bottom lip and slide his tip in again and then pulled out.

"You want me to give it to you."

"Yes daddy I want you to give it to me."

His resolve crumbled into nothingness and he found himself fucking her hard against the back of the couch.

"Oh yes, right there baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she screamed breathlessly.

Fitz was on the verge of his orgasm too but he needed to teach her a lesson so he waited and he watched and when he felt her insides swell around him from her impending orgasm he pulled out.

"No, Fitz don't."

He stepped back and grunted, "fuck," he cursed into the air as he tried to catch his breath and grabbed his boxer and pants from off the floor, "we'll pick up where we left off later."

Olivia sat up.

"Come on Fitz, don't be like that."

He headed to the closet door so he could get to the bathroom, he needed to jerk off and fast because he felt like his penis was going to explode.

"Get your ass back here!"

"No, fuck you, I bet you won't do that again," Fitz called over his shoulder.

Olivia couldn't believe him. It took her less than a minute of masturbating to come to an orgasm, Fitz brought her right to the edge and left her hanging so it wasn't hard for her to finish herself off.

Once she was done, she stood up and laughed, she had to admit that Fitz made his point and he did so quite hilariously.

She walked to the bathroom and knocked in the door.

"Baby open up, I'm not gonna kill you, I promise."

She heard him chuckle loudly from behind the door and a couple seconds later he opened the door. Immediately Olivia rushed in and attacked him, she jumped on him and they both tumbled to the floor. Fitz was laughing hysterically as she punched him in his rib.

"Don't you ever fucking pull that shit again if you want to live, do you understand me?"

She pinned him down and Fitz quickly overtook her and switched positions and pinned her on the floor underneath him. She struggled a little then she gave up and started giggling. Fitz stared amusingly.

"I love you," he said with a heartbreakingly charming smile.

"I love you too."

Olivia looked down at his flaccid penis.

"I take it you jerked off already?"

"It literally took me 3 seconds," he said with smile.

He got up and then helped her up then they both got cleaned up and finished getting dressed and headed down to the kitchen to grab breakfast. They sat at the table as they ate and Fitz read the new articles from his ipad.

"The sooner you can give me the notes, the better. I'll have James publish it and it should be in the news by tomorrow, later today even, if you send me the info in time for prime time."

"It's actually scanned in my dropbox, I can email it to you once I get to the lab."

"Are you excited to be going to the lab today?"

"Yep, yesterday was technically supposed to be my rest day here but we spent it in Aspen, luckily I feel even more rested than I probably would have if I spent it in D.C."

"Is it just gonna be you by yourself today?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I'm gonna stop by one of these days, I just need to get things in order here after being on almost a week vacation."

"I would really love it if you did" she said with a smile.

"I will, I promise."

They chatted for a few minutes before Fitz kissed her and headed off. She went back to his bedroom and grabbed the remote to turn on the tv to see what they were saying about her, she'd hoped they had more important thing to speak on but they didn't. The headline read: "Olivia Pope: disturbed or misunderstood."

She sighed and turned up the volume to see what the pundits were saying.

"What do you have to say about someone who is suicidal, I mean three times, really? Is that the kind of person we want as a future First Lady," one pundit said.

"First of all, we only can confirm one time and everyone has their issues, this is a personal problem and we have no business passing judgement. Really brilliant people are known to suffer from several personality or psychological disorders, depression might be hers or it might not, no one has spoken with her so we don't know."

She felt like given the circumstances it was a good time to call Savannah and vent so he dialed her and waited for her to pick up.

Around noon, after Fitz had finished several meetings, Lauren paged him

"Sir, your guest is in the lobby."

"Send him in Lauren."

"Yes sir."

Moments later Ezra walked in.

"Good morning Mr. President."

Fitz stood and met him between the sofas and shook his hand.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice Ezra, it's good to see you."

"No worries, Mr. President, when you called me yesterday and asked me to come down I was glad, I needed a change of scenery."

Fitz smiled and took a seat, gesturing for Ezra to do the same.

"What can I do for you today Mr. President?"

"I need diamond Ezra, a big, opulent, crystal clear diamond, the best you have."

"For a ring, necklace?"

"Ring, an engagement ring."

Ezra Skarsgard had been the family jeweller for years, Fitz trusted him to hold his confidence. He worked closely with Lorraine Schwartz and also designed for Cartier and Tiffany's he was one of the best in the business both in the U.S. and Europe.

"How big are we talking?"

"She has small fingers so maybe a 15 carat anything bigger would look like a ring pop but I want the diamond to be of exquisite quality, it definitely can't be a conflict diamond, she cares about stuff like that."

Ezra started taking notes.

"You want a clear D diamond, because I was thinking we could garnish the ring with some pink diamonds, instead of clear ones, make it personal, it won't look like any other ring."

"So a white diamond in the center and pink diamonds around…I don't know if she'd like that."

"Okay so just white diamonds then, what is her ring size?"

"5."

Ezra jotted it down.

"Ezra I can't stress how perfect I need this ring to be, whatever the cost and I actually changed my mind about the pink diamonds, add them but maybe around the band or something, I don't want it to look gauche."

"I already have the perfect diamond in mind, don't worry, it will be elegant, I'm not in the business of making tacky jewelry you know."

Fitz chuckled at the scolding Ezra gave him.

"I know, I just want a perfect ring for the perfect woman, you can understand why I want to be picky."

"I completely understand, I'll sketch some ideas and send them to Lauren but can you tell me what she's like, it helps to know the kind of woman I'm designing for, I can design something that fits her personality and style."

"Well she's very beautiful of course, not just outside but inside as well and you can feel it when you're near her, she smiles a lot and she's very selfless, very caring, sometimes she's shy, sometimes very expressive," Fitz paused and thought of anything else that would be helpful, "style wise she's very sexy but not by showing a lot of skin, she's not flashy, it's her confidence and her attitude that's sexy. I don't know if that helps."

Ezra smiled.

"It helps a lot."

"Great I'm glad but you're going to kill me."

"Why?"

"I need it in a week."

Ezra's mouth fell open.

"Fitz- I'm sorry I mean Mr. president."

"Ezra, I've known you since I was a kid, no need to be so formal and I know it's short notice but I was looking for a sign that this was what she wanted and I got it and we have a special date coming up so that's my chance."

"Okay, I'm gonna be working on it around the clock with Lorraine and our team."

Fitz smiled.

"Thank you, whenever you can, just send me the estimate."

"I can probably tell you right now it's gonna be around 7-8 million including our fee. I already have a diamond in mind, I viewed it a month or so ago and I think it would be perfect. It'll have to be all hands on deck but I think we'll get it done in time."

"Perfect."

Fitz stood up and Ezra did as well and they shook hands once more.

"Thank you Ezra, I can't wait to see it."

After her hour long conversation with Savannah, Olivia head to her Lab. After more than a month of work, it was complete and ready for use and she was excited to finally get to start working. Luckily, none of the reporters knew she would be showing up at her lab so there was no fuss when she arrived. She had an entire floor to herself, the 12th floor and when she stepped out of the elevator and into her lab, she silently congratulated herself on her work. It looked pristine, she had state of the art apparatus and equipment, some from her office in New york, others that she bought recently and others that came with the lab.

She immediately set up her laptop and sent Fitz her notes that professor the professor stole from her then and laid out the notes she'd been jotting down for the past few months so she could see them. She pulled the whiteboard in front of her work station, grabbed a whiteboard marker and wrote two words on the board: 'what's next?'.

She stepped back and stared at the board because she really needed to figure out what that meant. Even though it felt good to hear Fitz say that she wasn't all the things professor Confessore said she still needed to prove him wrong.

She needed to figure out what she was passionate about and what was possible and somewhere in between those two, she would find her next breakthrough.

Around 2pm, Fitz called her to let her know that James received the info and would be calling her to get some information for his story. A few minutes later James called and she detailed to him how the professor plagiarized her work.

James published the article and leaked the notes online around 6pm and it hit the news wave by the time Olivia got back to the residence from the lab. When she walked into the bedroom, Fitz was sitting on the couch working with the television on the news in front of him.

"Hey babe," she said as she took off her flats and walked over to him.

"Liv, it's about time."

She walked over and sat on his lab and kissed him.

"Look," he said as he pointed to the tv, " the publishers want to retract his book, they're reviewing your notes."

"Already?"

"Justice is swift baby."

He seemed rather cavalier about it. It was weird for her to see everything play out in real time.

"You're used to this aren't you?"

"I'm a politician, this is my life, it's much worse than this during the campaign."

"When are you gonna start campaigning, Sally and Reston are out there campaigning pretty hard."

"We're gearing up to start hosting fundraisers later this year and then we'll start campaigning December going into January and then it's non stop back until November. It's going to be a crazy year."

"Who do you think you'll face in the general, Sally or governor Reston."

"Reston, Sally hasn't really been picking up steam, she has the hard right base, that's it, I'm doing pretty well, my approval rating have been solid riding the 50's, so I'm not exactly vulnerable, at least not right now, things can always change though."

She looked over on the table, there was half eaten grilled chicken and baked potato on his plate. She took the knife and cut a piece of his chicken and ate it.

"Wait please tell me there's more of this," she said with her mouth full.

"Yeah, I told them to cover yours, it's in the kitchen."

Olivia got up and scurried to the kitchen without another word.

"I can just have them bring it up you know," he called out but she didn't hear because she was already gone.

Ten minutes later she appeared with a tray and placed it down on the coffee table in front of them. She grabbed her fork and sniffed the food before she cut a piece of her chicken off and ate it.

"This is so good, oh my god," she said in a half moaned.

Fitz watched her curiously as she ate.

"I think it's weird that you make the same sounds when you're eating that you make when we have sex."

"It's simple, I really enjoy eating and I really enjoy having sex, now if you feed me while we're having sex then I might have to tie you up and lock you in a dungeon 'cause I would not let you go, not even for a second."

"Hmm, I'm open to that."

She leaned over, Fitz thought she was going to kiss him but then she turned back and took a piece of her chicken ad ate it.

"Mhmm, mm, mm, who is the chef here Fitz, I'm gonna cheat on you with him."

"No."

"Yes," she ate another piece, "totally cheating on you with him."

"You can't ever cheat on me."

"Do you have his number, I might have to give him a call right now."

Fitz grabbed her and pulled her into his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and butt.

"No one is taking you from me, I'll get cooking lessons and cook you dinner butt naked every night if I have too."

Olivia laughed.

"You know Liv, I could get used to this," he said with a smile.

She leaned up, "well don't because I'm going home tomorrow."

"What, no!"

"Yes, I've barely been to my apartment in the past two weeks, I have to run errands and get stuff done like my eyebrows and nails, I have to clean up my apartment, I've got things to do man, I don't live here you know."

"Come on, you've been spoiling me all week, don't stop now," he said as he pulled her close and peppered kisses on her lips.

"You can always sleep by my apartment you know, like how we did things before I came over here."

"Okay but we're going out for dinner tomorrow night."

She kissed him.

"I can't wait."