"Today, after weeks of speculation, President Grant has rescinded support for House Bill 1637. He issued a threat to Congress, promising to return the bill should it pass. Unsigned. This would be the first veto of President Grant's career."

Olivia sat behind her desk at the former OPA. After publicly announcing her relationship, she had taken a step back from OPA and passed the reins of power to Quinn. It was a quick, painless transition and QPA was thriving. Even with a new name, though, Olivia's blood ran deep in the company.

"I would like to believe this threat was against the advice of his longstanding advisors. CNN is praising the president's decision. The liberals are praising a Republican president. This is ridiculous!"

Olivia rolled her eyes at the old man's ranting. Chris Davison was about as far right as they came. It really wasn't a surprise that he was practically attacking Fitz for this about-face. The Republican answer would always be more guns.

"I wonder how much of this decision was the president's and how much was the doing of Olivia Pope."

"Ah yes. The gladiator of DC," Kelly Reims snorted, rolling her eyes. "The woman now publicly linked to President Grant."

"She definitely made a spectacle of herself last weekend. Hanging onto the President and wearing a dress that I'm not even sure a woman on a street corner would be comfortable wear —"

The television went black, silencing Chris Davison mid-rant. Olivia swivelled around in her desk chair, her black flats sliding uselessly against the smooth mat beneath the leather chair. Huck stood in the open doorway with a remote control in his hand and a disgruntled look on his face. Water slid down the sides of his face, pooling on the shoulders of his leather jacket.

"Please don't watch that." His warm eyes darted around the room - landing anywhere but Olivia.

"Huck?" Olivia called, trying to draw his attention to her. Huck was stubborn though.

"They're saying mean things. Please don't listen." Huck's voice was low and when his hazel gaze finally met Olivia's, the intense worry there had Olivia bowing her head. Huck, ever her protector, was operating in hyperdrive. That alone only fuelled Olivia's desire to power the television make on. Fox must have had some pretty nasty things to say and she wanted to hear them. No matter how bad it might hurt, she couldn't defend herself if she didn't know what she was up against.

"Just…let Quinn handle it, Olivia. Please."

That request, even when Huck was the one making it, was hard for Olivia to agree to. She was the fixer. When something needed handled, she handled it. As much as she respected Quinn - as much as she trusted Quinn, Olivia couldn't imagine letting anyone else take control of the situation.

"I'll talk to Quinn, Huck." Olivia lifted her head, meeting Huck's gaze. He still looked upset - a thick crease on his forehead and his brows downturned. He clutched the black remote in his hands, holding it close to his body as if he worried Olivia would suddenly fight him for it.

With a slight inclination of his head, Huck turned on his heel and walked away. Olivia's gaze fell to her desk. The barren surface stared back. The large, desktop calendar was blank and a few months behind. Her computer hadn't been powered on in weeks and the blank screen reflected her every move. Even her favourite pens were no longer locked away in the top, lefthand drawer - safely hidden from the office pen thief, Marcus. They had long since found a new home at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Gaze falling to the black telephone on her desk, Olivia wrapped her fingers around the receiver.

The dial tone that reached her ear was a relief. At least one thing in the office still worked. Frowning at the dial pad, Olivia tried to remember Quinn's extension. It had been too long since she had called anyone from this office.

"8…1…3…0…" Olivia mumbled to herself, her finger moving across the dial pad and pressing each number.

"What's up, buttercup?" Quinn's voice came floating through the receiver, pulling a laugh from Olivia.

"Alright. Where's the real Quinn and what have you done with her?"

"Ha!" Quinn chuckled. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Have you seen the news?" Olivia sighed, her joyful expression falling from her face. She twisted the black, curly cord of the phone around her pointer finger. Her silver nail polish shimmered each time the light hit it.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring that to us." The playful tone in Quinn's voice was long gone.

"That bad, huh?"

"You haven't heard everything?"

"I watched a little just now. Huck turned my television off and stole my remote."

"He's trying to protect you."

"Without a doubt. He wants me to sit this one out and let you handle everything."

"Is that what you want? We handle this however you say to handle this."

"I appreciate that Huck is trying to protect me, but I have to do this."

"Not alone."

Olivia smiled. Quinn wasn't going to argue that point and Olivia didn't expect any else. They were family. Always there for each other.

"I'll try to sneak a few broadcasts in and then we can discuss how to proceed." She'd have to go back to the White House for that. It would be impossible to watch anything as long as Huck was nearby. The man would find some way to thwart her plans.

"It's — not pretty, Liv." Quinn's concern didn't make her feel any better. They all expected Olivia to be able to handle whatever was thrown her way so for Quinn to be concerned…Olivia sighed.

"Do you think we're going to be able to spin it?"

The line went silent for a few moments after that question and Olivia found herself nervously tapping the wooden surface of her desk. Her heart beat loudly in her chest. Nervousness. It was still a new emotion for her and she wasn't quite sure she was going to get used to it.

"No. We can't spin what they're saying, Liv. We're going to have to call them out and we're going to have to prove that they're lying."

"That's even easier, Quinn." Olivia tried for a smile - tried to convince herself that what she was saying held any semblance of truth. She knew better.

"This is Fox News we're talking about. The far right. They aren't going to believe the truth."

"I know," Olivia sighed. Her gaze drifted to her cellphone as the screen lit up. Suddenly, the nervous ball of energy present in the pit of her stomach disappeared. Her background on her phone - a photo of her and Fitz from the state dinner, reminded her what she had to do. "We're on damage control. We help Fitz. This is going to affect him more than it will me."

"Olivia —"

"Quinn," Olivia shook her head, tightening her grip around the phone in her hand, "My reputation is on the line. I can fix that - I can save that. His career can take a hit from this and…Fitz's career is everything to him."

"It might be time to call in the heavy hitters."

Olivia exhaled sharply. She didn't like the idea of that - she tried not to use those "heavy-hitters" if she didn't have to. If Quinn was suggesting it though…Well, it might not be so bad to have an extra ace up their sleeves.

"I'll think about it," Olivia agreed.

"We'll meet later. When Huck isn't lurking. If you need anything, Liv, anything —"

"You're not afraid to kick some ass, I know."

"Exactly." Quinn's laughter floated through the headset. "I'll talk to you later."

"You bet." Olivia placed the phone back into its cradle. Glancing down at her own cellphone, she tapped the screen and waited for it to light up once again. There was a text banner across the screen - a plea from Abby.

"What?" Olivia whispered to herself, standing from her desk chair and looking around for her bag. Locating the black, Chanel handbag, she was out of the office before Abby had a chance to respond to her text.

You need to convince your boyfriend that yelling at a bunch of old, grumpy representatives and senators isn't going to change what Fox is saying.

Cyrus is losing.

He needs reinforcements.

Shaking her head at the triple text she had just received, Olivia stormed out of the building and toward her car. There never was a dull moment in D.C.

"You can't storm down to the Capitol and chastise them!" Cyrus stood in the doorway, arms crossed, and glowering at Fitz. His greying hair stood on end - as though he had been tugging at the short strands.

The president, for his part, was pacing before his Chief of Staff. His dark curls stood on end, sticking up in every direction. One more pass of his large hand through those curls only made things worse. Loosening the tie around his neck, Fitz sighed.

"You've seen what they're saying, Cy!" Fitz's cheeks were red, frown lines etched deep.

"And you still can't march down to the Capitol and chew them out just because they ran to Fox the moment you told them no." Cyrus wagged his finger, hands flying as he spoke - attempting to help emphasise his point.

"They're like fucking children," Fitz exhaled, stopping in front of his desk and leaning against it.

"They're pissed off that daddy told them no. They'll come around."

Fitz shuddered, his face scrunching, as he took in Cyrus's words. Shaking his head, he raised a brow in Cyrus's direction. The older man was already frowning, his cheeks a bright red.

"That's the analogy you're going with?"

"Look: I already said it. I'm trying to move on and forget it, okay? Trying real hard to push the image of that being a kink you and Liv are into out of my head."

"On that note…" Fitz scratched the side of his head. "I still have to do something."

"Liv's a big girl, Fitz. She can take care of herself."

"That doesn't mean that she should."

Cyrus jumped back from the door as the doorknob began to rattle, turning. When the door opened, Olivia stood on the other side. She was dressed down - or at least down for her, in a loose grey skirt, blue ruffled top, and black flats. With little makeup and her hair pulled back into a sleek bun, she looked years younger.

"Liv!" Cyrus exclaimed, putting on a smile, "I wasn't expecting you here today."

Tilting her head to the side, she fully entered the Oval and shut the door behind her. The resulting slam echoed throughout the office.

"I'm here everyday, Cy." Her gaze met Fitz, silently questioning Cyrus's odd behaviour. "Why are you two acting like kids who were just caught with their hands in the cookie jar?"

"Let's not do that analogy." Cyrus shuddered, closing his eyes for just a moment as he shook his head. The reaction was enough to prompt a chuckle from Olivia.

"What's wrong with that analogy?"

"Apparently Cyrus has been envisioning us with a daddy kink."

"Ack!" Cyrus waved at the air, chocking.

"Not a daddy kink, but Fitz does like when I call him Mr. President," Olivia winked, moving out of Cyrus's way as he edged toward the door.

"With that in mind…I'll talk to you guys later. I'm going to go try to wipe all these truly disturbing images from my mind."

Olivia waited until Cyrus was well out of the room before turning her attention to Fitz. Counting to ten, she brought her hand to the doorknob and clicked the button in the centre, locking the door. Judging from the look on Fitz's face, masked only momentarily by the jokes at Cyrus's expense, they needed to talk.

"What's wrong?" Olivia probed, hands on her hips crinkling the blue fabric of her blouse. She had goosebumps on her forearms courtesy of the too cool air-conditioning in the room.

"You haven't seen the news?" Fitz tilted his head, fingers gripping the edge of the desk he was leaning against. He looked like an absolute mess. Those curls she loved so much were in a bigger mess than she had ever left them. The red tie she had picked out for him just that morning was hanging low on his neck, half undone. His pale blue dress shirt was undone halfway down his sternum - exposing the dark hair covering his chest. He was a mess.

"The things they're saying? I've heard." She inched further into the room, stopping in front of him. Seeing him with worry lines etched upon his face and those blue eyes clouded with emotion made her chest hurt.

"And that doesn't bother you?" His eyes met hers, a crease in his forehead. Holding her hand out, she shook her head as he slipped his large hand into hers. Wrapping her fingers around his, she tugged until he was following her to the sofas in the middle of the room. Tugging her hand free, she pointed at the sofa until he sat.

"Fox can lie all they want. No matter what they say: they're still just lies. All that matters to me is that you know the truth. And you do. Because honestly, Fitz, I can handle them saying those things about me. I don't think I could handle it from you." While she spoke, Olivia padded around the sofa until she was standing directly behind Fitz. Placing her hands upon his shoulders, the blue cotton wrinkling beneath her fingers, she dug her fingers into his skin. Boy was he tense. His head tilted back and a moan fell from his lips as she hit a particularly tough knot right above his shoulder blade.

"I would never believe what they are saying, Liv. But it pisses me off that they're even saying it. It pisses me off that they're saying it about you. Above all, I'm pissed because you and I both know that if you were a white woman, they wouldn't be saying these things." He opened his eyes to stare straight up at her. Gone was the pain she had seen earlier and in its place, was fiery anger. President Grant was on a warpath and God help anyone who stood in his way.

"Fitz, I'm grateful that you feel that way, but this is my fight. I don't need the White House to stand up for me. I have QPA…and other resources."

"Other resources?" He raised a brow, reaching behind him to grab her hands.

"Quinn and I will handle this," Olivia asserted. She had to be careful - Fitz wasn't ready to hear about B613. From experience, she knew that was something she would have to ease him into. Learning that there was a secret organisation, hiding just under his nose, with quite possibly more power than the presidency, would be a shock. "And Huck's already on overdrive."

"I need to meet him." The smile was finally back on his face, the worry lines starting to fade away. She had mentioned Huck to him and Fitz was a fan.

Walking around the sofa, Olivia kneeled in front of Fitz. The carpet was rough against her knees, but wasn't anything too uncomfortable. Her shoes though…those had to go. Kicking the black flats off, she rested her hands on Fitz's knees and gazed up at him.

"You will," She promised, her thumbs rubbing circles on the sides of his knees. Shuffling so that she was sitting on the floor, she rested her cheek against his thigh. "At least you're smiling now."

"It's a lot of bullshit, Liv."

"I know," she agreed. It was bullshit. But she was a big girl and she could handle it. She'd handled things just as bad before she had met him. This wouldn't be any different.

The silence that filled the room was calming - as was Fitz's hand at the nape of her neck, fingers gently scratching against her skull. It had almost lulled Olivia into a nap before she remembered just why she had assumed this position in the first place. Placing her hands on his thighs, she shook his hand free and pushed herself into a kneeling position once more.

"Still stressed?" A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she looked up at him.

"When am I ever not stressed?" He wondered.

"Oh I can think of a few times…" Olivia shrugged, fingers trailing up his thighs and skimming over the already growing bulge in his charcoal slacks.

"Now Miss Pope, are you sure this is a good idea?" Fitz tilted his head, brows raised and blue eyes twinkling when her hands reached his zipper.

"And why wouldn't it be, Mr. President?" She wrapped her fingers around the silver zipper, yanking on the small metal piece. The sound of his zipper being yanked down filled the room, followed by Olivia unbuttoning his pants.

"Presidents don't have the best track record doing these sort of things in the Oval." Fitz winked, digging his feet into the carpet and lifting his butt just enough to help Olivia pull his pants and boxers down to puddle at his feet. Immediately, Olivia's hands were on his dick.

"Just shut up and let me suck your dick, Mr. President."

Her eyes twinkled as she pumped her hand up and down his thick length. Fitz watched her with hooded eyes and his hands found their way into her hair. Gaze locked with his, Olivia's tongue darted out between her lips, swirling around his already sensitive tip. Wrapping her lips around his hard, velvety flesh, Olivia slowly took him into her warm mouth.

"Livvie," he gasped, fingers painfully twisting in her hair to hold her in place as his hips thrust upward. His hips began moving back and forth, slowly, as he held her head still - just fucking her face. More and more of him was being pushed into her mouth with each thrust. Every time he pushed close to her gag reflex, she swallowed around him. Once he finally reached the back of her throat, he held her there - pressing her nose firmly into his groin as a low groan rumbled from his chest. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to spill over, as he hit the back of her throat.

Olivia swallowed around him again as her nails dug into his hip, dragging downward toward his thigh. She pulled back, letting him slide free from her mouth. Strings of saliva connected his cock to her lips as she gasped for air. Fitz's clouded, blue orbs watched as her tongue darted out - licking her lips. Olivia wrapped her fingers around him, stroking his dick while the wet sound from her saliva was apparent. Rather than taking his cock back into her mouth, though, she went straight for his balls and sucked the tender flesh between her cherry lips. Immediately, Fitz pushed his hips forward and let out a low moan, releasing a heavy exhale right after.

"How did you get so good at this, hm?"

Olivia rolled her eyes before pulling away from his balls with a pop.

"Maybe having a boyfriend who makes me suck his dick all the time has increased my skill."

"Oh, really? So, I make you suck my dick all the time?"

A mischievous grin crossed Olivia's lips and she pulled her hand away from his dick.

"Yeah. All the fucking time. There's hardly ever a moment where it's not in my mou —"

She should have known better. Before she could utter another word, her mouth was soon full - nose pressed against his groin. Her throat constricted around the head of his dick as she was forced to deepthroat him without getting a chance to swallow.

"I suppose I should —mmm — make that true, then, shouldn't I? Make you suck — shit — suck my dick all the time?"

Her nails were digging into his hip and thigh as she was gagging around him, but the moment he felt her tap his thigh, he pulled away. Olivia was grateful that he had listened to the one gesture they had agreed upon weeks ago - when they had realised that neither was into a traditional sex-life.

He kept his hands in her hair while she coughed and inhaled, deeply. After a few brief moments of regaining herself, she looked up at him. He was back in her mouth quickly, hips moving back and forth as he fucked her face while letting out low moans. Olivia knew what she was doing - sucking just hard enough that it would have been on the verge of being nearly painful. He was getting close, she could tell.

"Fuck, baby," Fitz growled. "I'm close."

Olivia moaned around him, her hands flying to the buttons of her silky blouse. Her eyes burned into his as she quickly undid the pearl buttons, tossing her blouse on the floor behind her and undoing her bra as well. He was stressed and this was a fantasy of his - she was going to give it to him. With a pop, she pulled her mouth from him.

"Come on my tits."

Fitz moaned as Olivia shifted until she was holding herself up as high as she could. Her arms moved inward and pushed her breasts together while she tipped her head backward, eyes still locked on his. He was busy stroking himself, his hand moving nearly as fast as her mouth had up and down his dick.

It didn't take long. Fitz groaned when he came, watching as he released himself on her chest - even getting a string of his thick, hot cum on her throat. When he finished, he released his cock and raised his hand in front of her face. Olivia's eyes immediately dropped to it - wandering over the cum that had gotten onto his fist. The message was loud and clear.

"Shit," Fitz whispered, just holding his hand out and keeping his fingers spread for her to work on cleaning his fist. Olivia dragged her tongue between his thumb and index fingers. She even sucked his thumb into her mouth to make sure she cleaned every last drop. When he pulled his hand back; however, her eyes dropped to her chest and she went to hip his cum off her. Instead, Fitz pushed her wrist away and dragged his finger from the base of her throat upward - collecting his cum on his finger. Olivia was quick to pop his finger in her mouth afterward, lolling her tongue around until the thick digit was clean.

Clasping her hands behind her back, Olivia pushed her chest out and batted her lashes up at Fitz. An innocent smile crossed her face as she asked: "All good, Mr. President?"

"Woman, you're going to be the death of me," Fitz chuckled.

A/N - So I'm going to be completely honest here: this story takes me forever to update because you guys have me terrified that it isn't going to live up to expectations. I seriously never thought this would have been as well received as it has been.

Until next time,

Gabi