Saving Grace Chapter 18: Because You Loved Me, a scandal fanfic

Happy Saturday Gladiators. I finally had the time to finish this EPIC first Olitz Date. Fitz is going to continue to go ALL out for his Livy and have many surprises for her along the way. This date is FAR from over.

*This to this FanFic Service Announcement: Please Keep tissues handy for major swooning, sighing, Fluffy tears, and MAJOR Mushy Gushies. Trust me this update is SO needed and I think will feed our OLITZ needs perfectly.

So enjoy the rest of their date in this #OlitzCentric chapter in the Rainbow Room and more. Leave me #CandyHearts and Rainbows…

Thanks for reading….ME's

Chapter 18: Because You Loved Me...

"The Lady in Red's Spell.."

"Christ I love you," Fitz murmurs as he holds her close. His large hands are over her tailbone, just above the ruffles of her gorgeous RED gown. He's utterly lost in her eyes, the smell of her sweet perfume, her bare shoulders, and neck. Her plump rosy lips are calling him like honey bee to a perfect flower.

"I love you too," she sighs. Her hands rest at the apex of his shoulder blades. His muscles are tight as he fights his remaining will power to kiss her – the way he's been aching to since seeing her only moment ago. She feels them flex as her hands wander up his back. She leans up on her tip-toes, lightly brushing her lips just millimeters from his own.

He wants to kiss her.

HELL she wants no NEEDS him to kiss her. Lip stick be damned.

"Fitz," she shudders as his hands move from her back to her face. His thumbs lightly grace her lips. She bits them wanting him to make the first move.

"Livy," his voice shakes. He wants more than just to KISS, no devour her. He aches for them to become one. He's waited ALL HIS LIFE for this beautiful woman in his arms. But he's planned this romantic evening, to SHOWER her with ALL his love and beyond.

Fitz wants her to have no reservations that she's his past, present and future. He will NEVER love another woman in the manner that he loves her. After tonight, he wants her to have no more doubts of that or them. Fitz wishes for another term as President, with Olivia, Emmalynn, Karen and Jerry by his side.

She knows what he's thinking – it's dancing in his eyes like a fire burning out of control. They are still moving to some "imaginary" song in their minds. The music may have stopped but THEIR music hasn't. Their song. Their music – THE LIGHT has been playing since the moment Fitz went to her car challenging him that he didn't know The President.

Their song began to play the moment she turned to face him, speechless. He's been lost in HER LIGHT – HER SAVING GRACE ever since. If this is what LOVE – TRUE LOVE feels like, he never wants to be saved or freed. This is the happiest he's ever felt, and the gorgeous LADY IN RED in his arms is the cause.

He bends his knees and holds her gaze. "What are you waiting for MISTER," chastising in a seductive tone. "I KNOW what you want," daring him further, running her fingers through his hair. He moans as her long fingers and nails course through his curls.

"Livy I'll ruin your make-up," he protests friskily. He just doesn't want to kiss her – he craves the warmth of her mouth, the taste of her lips. He aches to experience the feeling of utter pleasure of kissing her coursing through his body. If he kisses her the way he's been longing to, he may not be able to stop. Fitz has desired beautiful woman. But every single one of those women's beauty failed in comparison to Olivia's.

From the moment Fitz gazed into Olivia's alluring eyes, he was lost. From her eye-catching body, charming personality, striking brown eyes that melt him in the spot, he's felt like the captain of the Football team all over again. Fitz is drawn to her every waking moment they are in each other's orbit.

Tonight, on THIS NIGHT it's only heightened. From the fit of the gown, her soft makeup, to the beautiful curls in her hair, she's a vision of beauty. She enticing him to ravage her, and their night has ONLY just begun. He's feel his will power dwindling as her hands leave his hair and cascade down his body, finding themselves under his tux's jacket.

The electricity between them TONIGHT is beyond ANYTHING he's ever felt in his entire life. Her head falls backwards, allowing her hair to brush across his hands. Her open neck is calling to be kissed. "Christ," he groans in the middle of the dance floor. "You're killing me woman."

"Well we can't have that," she begins to pull away. "If you were to die now, then you can't see me only in my black lace thong after this dress comes off. Such a waist," she tantalizes in a voice of pure hunger.

"But if that's what you really want then who am I to deny…," stating as she walks away. She not even arm's length, when Fitz hauls her back, transporting her up in the air. Her feet are now dangling in the air, as his arms coil tightly around her torso.

"Fitz," she barely finishes as Fitz's lips press against her own. She melts against him as the Rainbow Room fades, their dinner is put on hold, with the New York skyline twinkling in the background. His head begins to spin as images of what he plans on doing to her naked body, writhing beneath flood into his mind. She quivers in his hands, as his mouth opens and his tongue finds her own.

As their tongues connect, she's feels as warm as silk in his arms. The way she slithers her tongue against his only makes his body burn with lust for her. She bits his bottom lip then sucks it into her mouth. It provokes him to draw her closer – as close as humanly possible. But he can't – not here. He cannot hold her any tighter even though he wants to.

All Fitz wants it to be SKIN to SKIN – FINALLY. Beneath this beautiful RED dress is her velvety mocha skin he desires NO YEARNS to be all over and inside – ALL AT ONCE. She is here tonight with him – FOR THEM. To hold and kiss her like this – he feels as if he's flying. He's the luckiest man in the world, yearning to show her why.

His missed her more than anything on this earth since seeing her last. He's dreamt of nothing but this night, and how he'll shower her with undying love, kisses and devotion.

She whispers and moans, as Fitz's large hands ghost down her body, and land on the ruffles directly over her bottom. She feels his fingers playing with them, as he kisses her. His arousal is pressed against her pelvis. As he grinds himself to her, she whimpers. Her seductive exhales, and cries cause his hips to flex uncontrollably, pushing his rock hard member further into her body.

"Fitz," she sighs feeling herself ready to explode in the middle of the room. She shivers from head to toe as her fingernails now begin to ding into his shoulder blades. He intensifies their kiss making her knees buckle. Her body caves against his massive frame, as their tongues duel for control not allowing the other to declare a winner.

His nose is crushed against her cheek, as one hand travels behind her hair, to hold her neck. They are a close as two people can possibly be with clothes on. He understands when he makes loves to her later, it will NEVER to be close enough from that moment on.

Finally they part needing a break for air. Her eyes flutter open the same time his do. Now she's dipped over, and Fitz cradling her in his embrace. His face is millimeters from her skin. He dips his head and trails light – featherlike kisses from her jaw down to the open exposed skin on her neck. He grins feeling her quiver in his arms.

"Fitz," she murmurs as his peppered kisses move from her neck to her ear lobe. He munches on it softly then sucks it into his mouth. "Oh God," she whimpers grateful he's has a vice grip on her because she's be on the floor. She giving herself to him "very" publically and now more than ever she's thankful they are the only ones in the room.

He trails his kisses to the other side of her face doing the same. He moves his lips up to her face hovering just above her lips. He pecks her lightly, and begins to stand them upright. She exhales, as he pulls away allowing her arms to drape across his massive shoulders. She rests her hands on them, as he cradles her face in his hands.

"I. Love. You," he creeks. "Do you have any idea how much Olivia?" She blushes as his voice vibrates through her body. All she and do his nod. She is utterly and hopelessly speechless. There are words in her brain but they are refusing to come out. All she can do is allow happy tears to fall down her face.

Fitz takes the handkerchief from his tux pocket wiping them away. He raises his eyes as each tear is wiped off her perfect face. As he begins to pull his hands away, she grasps them with her own. "I do," she whimpers.

Her words shoot through Fitz's body like a flame – a fire that's burned all the dead and dying things in his life and brought him life – A LIGHT of pure and utter love. "Livy," allowing his eyes to bore into her soul. "I can never let you go. Even if NOTHING happens tonight, I want you to know…. Even if you want to wait…,"

But he's stopped when she kisses him with every fiber in her heart. His knees bend as he catches himself before falling. By the time she pulls away, he's standing there in a daze. "I don't want to wait Fitz. I want to be with you."

He raises his eyes. "But dinner," his voice breaks, looking behind him. He knows the servers are waiting outside the room to come in.

Wining and Dining Her...

"Oh trust me Mister," teasing him. "You are going to wine and dine me. Then I am going to fix my makeup. After that I want to dance. Then…," she pauses.

"Then what," lifting her off the ground.

"Then I am going to take a shower and go to bed," she giggles.

"Oh not alone you're not," wiggling his eye brows and then growling into her ear, "I have to "EAT" my dessert first."

She squints. "What's for dessert?" She could only imagine what he had in store for her.

"You," he growls. Her mouths falls open. "I am a HUNGRY man and I can't wait to devour you. Inch by inch I plan on showing you how much of an appetite I have." She feels parched. "And then when I done I am going to make you beg me to kiss you…on the mouth."

"Fitz," she croaks. "And then?"

He lowers his voice down an octave she's never heard from him before. "And I'll let you taste yourself."

She exhales out of her mouth a few times to calm herself. "What happens after that," she runs her hands down to the front of his pants and grabs him – HARD. She begins to caress him through his tux pants.

"Then," his voice wobbles. "I am going to keep you in bed ALL weekend. Well if that's what you…,"

"Yes," she answers without a second thought.

Fitz mouth goes dry at the mere thought of keeping her to himself all weekend, in bed. It is taking every ounce of his willpower not to do it now. He begins to walks her backwards to their table. "I love you. Do you have any idea how much," his voice breaks.

"And I love you," cradling his face in her hands. "Can we have dinner now," she pouts.

"Yes Mademoiselle First girlfriend," he winks as he helps her to her chair at the table.

As Fitz walks Olivia to their table, he places his large hand on her back. The material of her gown crinkles on his touch, sending shivers down Olivia's spine. She cannot help but grin, but as she reaches her chair, Fitz wraps himself around her from behind. He's unable to stop touching, caressing, and inhaling her sweet scent.

"God Livy," nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Fitz," she murmurs encasing his hands under her own.

She giggles softly as he draws her backwards into his body. Soon his mouth finds her neck. His hot breath sends goose bumps down her to her toes. She gasps feeling his lips attach to her neck just under her ear. "Hmmm," she pushes her bottom into him.

One is his large hands gravitates from her waist, down to her bottom. He moves it painstakingly slow allowing his fingers to ghost over her rib cage, hip resting on her bottom. He just cannot seem to stop touching her right now. They need to eat dinner but ALL he can think about eating her instead.

"Are you sure you want to eat Livy," he growls into her exposed neck. His low baritone voice causes her knees to buckle. "Because if you say no. We can be out of here right now."

She turns her face to his. "I am kind of hungry Fitz. Are you willing to let this romantic dinner planned for me go to waste just to get me naked?"

"Yup," he answers without a second thought or care in the world. Olivia mouth falls open, as she stares at HER MAN behind her. "What," Fitz asks shrugging his shoulders.

"You're a mess," she scolds in a southern voice.

Now Fitz totally loses it and begins to laugh. His body's vibrations rock through her body only to make her laugh along with him. She throws her head back on his shoulder as they relax, and giggle together like two teenagers on their first date. Soon it subsides and he cradles her face in his large palm.

"But I'm your mess," he pouts.

"Yes you are," leaning to meet his lips in a sweet romantic kiss. As he pulls away, their eye met losing herself in their blue depths. It's amazing to Olivia how much she truly loves THIS MAN baffling her at times that he wants her as much as he does. The feeling is most certainly mutual.

"You're perfection," he presses his lips to hers in a short, but sensual kiss. His lips do not linger. He pulls back, and watches her eyes flutter open. Her cheeks heat up attempting

to hide from him. "No hiding from me Livy. Tonight is OUR new beginning. Okay," he softly suggests.

"Okay," she whispers.

He leans his face close to hers allowing his nose to rub against her soft skin. She notices the hint of arousal dancing in his eyes and between them again. "Go sit Fitz. Or we'll never eat," pushing him in the other direction from his seat.

Fitz chuckles as he sits down only a few feet away from her. "Aren't you supposed to sit over there," pointing to a spot directly across from where she's sitting.

"Nope," he smirks, and then winks. "If I do, then how can I do this," and his hands reaches under the table and begins to caress her legs under her dress. She can feel the heat from his hand, and swats his hand away. "Ouch," he gripes pretending to be hurt.

"Such a baby," she teases picking his hand up and kissing it gently. He moves closer.

"Oh no," dropping it. "Stay put Fitz or we'll NEVER eat."

He laughs out loud. Finally he motions for the servers to beginning bringing out their meal. To say the least she is beyond impressed. Besides red wine, Fitz has pulled out all the stops. A pecan and strawberry salad is brought out to start their meal with delicious bread. Then steamed lobster tails, with four cheese ravioli in a garlic truffle cream sauce and prosciutto wrapped asparagus were the main course.

Olivia's mouth waters and moans as she eats the meal. She has never tasted anything so delicious and couldn't help stealing food from Fitz's plate. He of course allowed her but made her feed him kisses in between bites of food she'd steal. Their hands were constantly touching and caressing the other through the entire meal.

Red Velvet…

Finally once their dinner dishes were taken away, the staff brings out the most delicious red velvet cake had ever seen or tasted. It is seven layers, covered in the most luxurious white whipped icing she had ever tasted. It wasn't too sweet and literally melts in her mouth.

"Fitz doesn't red velvet cake normally have cream cheese icing," she asks in between bites.

"It does but I know my girlfriend does not like it," he winks, stealing a bite of cake from her.

"You're a smart man," she leans over to him.

He wiggles his eye brows, placing his finger in the icing on her piece of cake. More than willing in indulge him, she steals his hand and sucks the icing off fingers. She swirls her tongue around his long finger, causing Fitz to moan in desire.

Once she releases his finger, instantly he draws them together. He places his finger again in the icing and then trails it over her lips. "Fitz," she moans as he leans closer.

"Livy," raising her chin so their eyes can meet. His eyes darken with desire for her and he cannot help himself.

"What are you…," but she's halted in her words when he trails the delicious icing down her neck. Her breath hitches, as she gazes around the room praying to God they are alone. "Are we…," is all she can speak before he attaches his lips to her neck. "Oh God," she moans feeling his tongue then lips on her skin.

"I told you dessert was going to be so good," he dips his voice, and kisses up soft skin. His free hand reaches around her stomach and draws her closer to him. She cannot help but reach for him in return. Each kiss he places on her skin, sends fireworks coursing through her body. God she wants this man.

"Fitz," stopping him before he can attack her neck again. "Kiss me," she utters in pure lust licking the frosting off her corners of her mouth.

Before she can register what is happening, Fitz attaches his lips to hers, and they begin the sensual dance. Open mouth kisses then turn into deep passionate ones, allowing their tongues to find and coil around the other. Both moan out loud and then she feels herself being lifted and she cradled in his arms.

He continues to kiss her, thoroughly making to taste every place the frosting on her lips could have moved to. By time he releases her lips, she's in a blissful haze of serenity and love. He nuzzles his nose against her as he whispers, "Open your eyes, Livy."

A small smile creeps on her face as her eye lids flutter open. Her hands cup his face, cocooning it against her palms. The moment their eyes zone into the other, their heart rates slow. Fitz continues to cradle her in his embrace, keeping one hand securely wrapped behind her head. "Hi," he murmurs as he exhales.

"Hi Handsome," she answers in a tone of utter contentment. "Remind me to have you put frosting on my lips more often."

"Count on it beautiful," he musters in a husky tone.

"Good. Because, I'll never share you with another woman. EVER! Can you handle that Mr. President?"

"I guess. Unless some hot actress comes along. I am the most eligible bachelor in the world," Fitz quips.

She elbows him in the stomach. "Urgh…," he groans. She pushes herself away free of his grasp. "HEY," he booms loudly. "Come back here," he commands.

"Nope," walking backwards away from him, she teases. "If you want me MISTER come and get me." His eyes rise at her challenging tone but he does not move. "What's the matter handsome," she teases. "Afraid you can't keep UP with little ole me," chastising him in sing-song voice.

An impish grin appears on his face as she continues to move away. "Did you JUST SERIOUSLY call me old Miss Pope," he challenges in a flirtatious tone. He begins to move in her direction. She is keeping the large round table in between them, in order to separate him from her.

"I did Mr. President. You are half a century. I know men YOUR AGE have issues keeping up with young, HOT, SEXY women like me," waving her hands over her face to cool her off. "I wouldn't want to wear you out. You need to be able to keep up with me ALL weekend."

Fitz stops dead in movements. He's lost in the LUST in her voice and seductive movements of her body. She gyrates her hips from side to side, moving the red sash over her shoulder. She waves it in his direction in the hopes that she can entice him to move closer. He grips the chair to restrain himself.

He LOVES Olivia's playful and sexy side. But she's teased him enough this evening all ready and he's about to explode in his trousers. "Fuck it," he speaks lurching for her.

"Shit," she squeals seeing him basically come flying in her direction. She bolts from the place she's standing. Olivia only gets two feet away from Fitz, before his large his on her stomach drawing her backwards. She squeaks his name as her back slams into her hard chest behind her. She instantly feels his rapid breathing, and now his hardness pressed against her behind.

"Oh God," she cries out as her head falls back against his shoulder. She feels Fitz grin against her skin as his lips begin to lavish her neck in small but sweet kisses.

"Because You Loved Me…"

"Dance with me Sweetheart," he whispers into her ear. She turns her head to gaze into his eyes. They are shimmering with excitement to quench his insatiable thirst to make this the most romantic night of her life.

"Yes," she sighs.

He grins like he just stole the last piece of chocolate cake when no one was looking. "Good. Now don't move," releasing her body. "Stand right here," kissing her hands as he backs away.

"Okay," she murmurs biting her lip in pure nervousness.

As Fitz walks backwards, he cannot help but look at her. He steps are slow and steady afraid he miss something of her beauty. The longer he "gawks," the more her nerves begin to kick in. His eyes bore into her soul, causing a wave of uninhibited love to course through her veins. Fitz lifts his hand and moves it in a circle.

"Spin for me beautiful," he calls out. She rolls her eyes but acquiesces.

"Shameless," she mouths and begins to turn around in her gown. As she twirls, the material on the dress fans out around her body. She raises her hand with the sash and brings it over her head. Fitz stops dead in his tracks as he's lost in her movements. Everything about Olivia captivates but in this moment, gazing upon the woman he loves looking so happy, and free, it's something he'll never forget.

"God you're stunning," he speaks to himself.

She stops at the words leave his mouth and winks. "Satisfied now," she chastises. "Got enough yet," she teases, placing her hands on her hips.

"Never," he coos.

He walks over to the side room and motions for the music to play. The Maître D waits until Fitz is standing in front of Olivia. They are inches apart and the anticipation of the song choice and him not touching her is killing her.

"Fitz what are we dancing...," she utters but is lost in her words as Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me," begins to play over the loud speakers. Before the first words are even sung she can feel the tears in her eyes threatening to spill like water over Niagara Falls. She bows her head unable to keep eye contact. Fitz gently holds her hands and places them on his shoulders. Once her hands grasp his tux jacket, he raises her face with both hands.

"Look at me Sweetheart," he whispers.

"Ah huh," she whimpers, just before Celine's voice is heard. "I can't." He presses his forehead to hers, and begins to move them slowly around the dance floor. Olivia allows her body to succumb to Fitz's movements on the floor. They are gentle, so Olivia can continue to feel safe in his embrace.

"Livy," he murmurs, seeing a single tear escape. He leans forward placing is nose next to hers, kissing it away. She sniffles, as he removes his hands from her face and places them on her back. He's holding her so close, afraid that she'll slip away. "Open your eyes," he pleads, but she squeezes them only tighter.

It is when she ONLY hears Fitz's voice singing THESE words to her do they finally open;

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through it all

He slowly moves her with ease around the dance floor as his singing voice warms her heart. He's never sung to her before. She cannot believe how incredible he's sounds. She cannot help but melt further in his arms as he begins to sing the chorus;

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

She grins like a love-sick teenager, as he bellows out the chorus. His eye contact never wavers, and voice does not crack, even as his voice reaches higher octaves. As the song takes hold in his own body, his movements around the dance floor change into a waltz. Her hand is outstretched in his own, with his other hand placed firmly on her lower back.

Effortlessly he glides her across the dance floor, while singing into her eyes. He'll not only is HER man the President of the United States but he can SING and Dance. He raises his eye brows watching her smile continue to grow as he waltzes her around the ballroom.

Just as the next verse of the song begins she stops him, and withdraws from his hand. He squints not sure of what his happening. She places her hand over his lips to quiet him. It's not until he hears this next verse out of Olivia's mouth singing TO him – FOR him does he understand;

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
(Olivia holds Fitz's Hands)

I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
(Olivia now holds a teary-eyed Fitz's face in her hands.)

I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

She wraps her around Fitz's waist and gazes lovingly into his eyes as she begins to sing the chorus to him.

He swallows hard as the last words leave her mouth. He's only heard her sing a few times prior to this moment. Never did he dream – that in this very moment she'd be singing to him instead. Her voice washes through him like a wave – cleaning him of all the heartache and turmoil that's occurred in his life prior to meeting Olivia.

Since meeting her in September – almost six months ago, his life has drastically changed for the better. There was only darkness prior to Olivia and Emmalynn appearing. Karen and Jerry were his only joy, he lived for his children – his greatest loves – until that faithful day Olivia came into his life and turned it upside down. He craved for song long, to find someone that understood him in a way no other person could.

He found that with Olivia. And now that he had her fully, he planned on never letting her go.

"Livy," he murmurs closing the distance between them.

"Shhh," she sighs cradling his face. Fitz bends his knees, so Olivia can rest her head on his shoulders. Into his ears she sings the final verse of the song, along with chorus;

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

Before Olivia attempts the final two lines of the song, Fitz kisses of her softly. She lost in the feeling of his soft kiss - as if he feels she may melt away and disappear before he eyes. As his lips withdrawn from hers, he murmurs the final portion inches above her lips.

I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

"I love you Olivia Carolyn Pope," he states with conviction as the song finishes. "You are everything and I am nothing without you."

"I love you Fitz," she holds his face in her hands. She raises herself on her tip-toes and begins to kiss him ever so softly. Her lips "just" grace against his, and then back away. She moves forward again allowing them to linger on Fitz's even longer. When she goes in for the third kiss, Fitz draws her closer, cupping her face, not granting her permission to move away.

He opens his mouth, snaking his tongue inside her warmth. The moment they touch, the intensity of the kiss then changes to a more passionate one. She grips his shoulders for stability, as she gets lost in warmth and heat of his kiss. Her toes begin to curl, as he deepens even more. Soon she's panting with want into his mouth, bringing their desire for each other to a whole new level.

It's All About the Roses…

"Take me to bed Mr. President," she whimpers in a sexual haze.

"Christ," he growls, feeling her hand now squeezing him through his trousers. He knees almost buckle as her grip on his shaft tightens. "Livy," he musters in a haze of arousal.

She removes her hand, as he lifts her off the ground. "Make love to me Fitz," she pleads in a voice of utter lust for him. Fitz swallows hard, and scoops her up in his arms. He walks over to their table, grabbing her purse. He places it in her lap and carries her out of the Rainbow Room.

"Fitz I can walk you know," she giggles as they leave the room. His Secret Service detail notices him coming and clears the way to the elevator.

"Nope," he winks, kissing her quickly.

"But," she protests, as he walks down the hallway towards an elevator.

"Olivia this way is faster, trust me," he groans in frustration. "And I am not waiting any longer to have you."

She stifles a laugh as they enter the elevator. The agents stand to their sides, as Fitz still refuses to put her down. As it stops, the doors open, and steps out with her in his arms. The agents follow him and when they make it to their room for the weekend he gives them a look that he'll call when they are ready to go anywhere.

"Yes Sir," they smirk.

Fitz stumbles for his key. Tom helps him out, and unlocks the door. Fitz blushes profusely while going through the door, backwards. Olivia gives him a strange look, not understanding why. Once Fitz is fulling inside, Tom places their key on a safe spot, and bids them goodnight.

"That was embarrassing," Fitz groans while glancing down at his beautiful girlfriend in his arms. The room is dimly lit. She asks him what is going on, and once he turns them around, she gasps.

"Oh Fitz," she exhales placing her hand over her heart. She raises her eyes and he finally places her on the floor. His hand is on her back, steading her for balance. Olivia slowly walks away from him, as her eyes focus on bouquets of roses of every color in the room. In front of each arrangement, is a note with what each flower means.

Fitz follows her closely but when she stops at the purple roses, he wraps his arms around her from behind, nestling his head on her bare shoulder. "Enchanting," she turns her head to ask him.

"Yes," kissing her lips. "The day we met, you were enchanting Livy. I felt this uninhibited attraction the day we met, and you have been irresistible since. I have been totally unable to stay away from you, and not want you in my life. I simply couldn't resist you and obviously that hasn't changed," giving her an impish grin.

She slightly giggles. "So you couldn't get me out of your mind huh," turning to face him. He blushes. "Well I couldn't get you out of my mind either. It was…," she stops when he kisses her again.

"Love at first sight," he murmurs inches away from her pouty lips. Her arms wrap around his neck as she raises herself on her tip toes. She buries her head into his neck and breathes him in. Slowly she feels his lips on her shoulder, her neck, cheeks, and finally as she raises her face, he's on her lips. He begins to walk her backwards until she's against the wall.

Her hands are behind her body, to keep her against the wall. Her breathing is labored as Fitz shrugs off his tux jacket tossing it on a nearby couch. The pure lust in his eyes, sends shivers down her spine. His blue eyes are nearly black as he takes her in against the wall. His eyes travel down her body of the gown, he aching to FINALLY peel of her body.

His eyes linger on her chest as her cleavage peeks out from the top of the gown. Fitz rolls his sleeves of his shirt up as he begins to approach her slowly. He licks his lips as he closes the distance stalking her like prey. Right now she is his prey and he's eager to devour her in every way. There are no interruptions, phone calls, meetings, or children coming to disturb them tonight.

Tonight. Is. Theirs.

He will wait NO LONGER to have her.

To touch her, caress her body, feeling it's every curve, softness underneath his hands.

To kiss her anywhere, everywhere he pleases, using his lips and tongue.

He wants to taste her, eat her, devour her body in every way so when they leave, both will crave the other so desperately, they'll find any means necessary to be together.

Most of all he wants to be inside her – to feel her walls close in around him, swallowing him whole, meshing their two bodies – no souls together, never to be parted again. He's been lost without love for his entire life, never feeling this way about anyone. In truth he's never made love to anyone and tonight Olivia Carolyn Pope will be his first.

Yes he's loved women, but he's NEVER BEEN in love before. Olivia loved Christopher, but she herself had never loved anyone the way she loves Fitz. Her heart – like his, calls to the other like a beacon in the night in a desperate search for the other calling it home. Now that "home" is before the other's eyes, they are never letting go because it would destroy them both.

This woman before his eyes is everything he's ever wanted and dreamt about.

"Mr. President," she moans, as he slowly steps towards her.

"Mhmmm," he growls. "I like that say it again," he teases closing the distance between them.

She bits her bottom lip, making Fitz want to kiss her- hard. She scurries away from him but doesn't make it far. Just before she can escape him, she grabs her hand, pulling her backwards into his hard – chiseled frame. One hand is placed on her stomach while the other cups her breast. Her head falls backwards onto his shoulder, as his lips attack her neck just under her ear. He continues to kiss her, making her legs grow weak.

He walks them forward, and tightens his grip on her body. Her backside pressed against his hardened shaft straining to be released from his pants and boxers. In her ear he speaks in a hoarseness she's never heard before, "I want you Olivia. All of you – forever. Are you sure this (tonight) with me is what you want…"

The apprehension in his voice breaks her heart. Fitz is the most powerful man in the world but tonight standing before her he's just a man in love with an incredible woman, begging her not to push him away and deny him – no them their chance at true happiness.

The pull she feels towards him, is uncanny. There is no other man for her, no other choice. She's meant to be with this man, and after tonight, this very moment, she needs Fitz to understand. She is CHOOSING him for not only herself but for Emmalynn. They both need him to survive. Without his love – HIS LIGHT both will return to the darkness.

Fitz is the light in their lives and SHE IS NEVER giving him up – for anything or anyone – not anymore.

Fitz waits on baited breaths for her to make her choice. If she does not want their relationship to take this step, he's fine with it. Yes he'll need a cold shower from all their teasing, but he'll survive because in the end she's worth it. Olivia has ALWAYS been worth it. To Fitz her love, has been worth everything. From the moment Emmalynn and Olivia came into his life – there was no choice after that moment. He was hers from that moment on and no one could change that fact.

He wanted to hate himself for falling so HARD and FAST but he couldn't. They are meant to be and tonight will FINALLY be an affirmation of that. All the loneliness, heartache, and fear of losing the love of your life, will be washed away when they become one. A part of him feels as if this is their wedding night, and he's about to be with his wife for the first time.

He is GOING TO marry her one day. If it was possible he would marry this weekend in a private ceremony, and then shout to the world that he's a happily married man. Realistically his kids, and her family would shoot them both, but in the end it would be worth it. Without a doubt he wants Olivia, and Emmalynn by his side, to make them one family – forever.

Olivia sees the inner turmoil in his eyes. She reaches out and pulls him to her and braces him against the wall. He shivers as her hands run up his chest, and then cup his face. Her beautiful brown orbs are scanning his face, searching to heal his pain. She raises herself to her tip-toes and brushes her nose softly against his. Slowly his arms coil around her back, like a cocoon, unwilling to release her.

Her darken eyes, travel down his lips and so slowly presses her mouth to his. It's tender but then Fitz's grasp on her tightens, and his large hands travel down to her bottom, pulling their lower halves together. He moans as her body molds against his perfectly. She takes control of his mouth, kissing him harder, deeper and desperately.

His passion for her is just below the surface straining to break free. He squeezes her bottom causing a raspy to escape her lungs into his mouth. His hand travels to the front of her gown, and places it on her chest. Her nipple is already taut from her own desire, and as his hand massages her mound, she begins to move her hips against his own arousal.

"Livy," he growls, as his willpower evaporates. Her hand slides in front of pants and grabs him hard through the material. "Oh God," he sighs against into her neck.

Two Hearts Become One…

"I am so HUNGRY for you Fitz," she exhales against his lips as her hand massages and grabs his shaft. She kisses his chin, cheeks, and then the corner of his lips. "You are SO delicious," purring against him like a cat in heat. He gasps. "I want you to…" she pauses and holds his face with both hands so he cannot look away, "show me how powerful you are."

"Fuck Livy," feeling the last of his willpower leaving his body.

Finally she takes both his hands and pushes them against his chest. He stares at her breathless, unsure of why she stopped. His mouth falls open when she drops her voice to a tone he's never heard before, "Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Mr. President," licking her lips as the last words leave her mouth.

His mouth falls open as she moves away from him. He enrolls his sleeves and begin to unbutton his dress shirt. Little by little she can see his chest hairs, and then the white undershirt he's wearing. When the shirt is fully unbuttoned it's only then does she walk back to him and help him slip the shirt off. Her eyes never leave his as his shirt falls off his body.

She then steps back again, watching him pull his undershirt off his body. As the flies across the room, they hear a crash. Both glance to the side and notice a lamp on the floor. He shrugs his shoulders, and makes a mental note to have it replaced.

Her eyes devour his toned chest, perfectly shaped 8 pack abs, and massive broad shoulders. She has seen him shirtless before, but the way he looks tonight makes her eager to have him now more than ever before. As his chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes take all of his muscles in as they move on his body. Fitz is in his fifties and he's in better shape than most men half his age.

He kicks his shoes off while his hands then go to his belt unfastening it quickly. He makes quick work of the button and zipper as his pants then fall to the floor. Slowly he steps out of them, and is in NOTHING but his red boxer briefs that are clinging to EVERY PART of his tone calves, buttocks, hips, and hard member.

Her eyes linger at its size. Fitz begins to walk to her while she's distracted, and before she realizes it, he's standing inches away from her. Quickly he pulls her into his arms, crashing their bodies into each other. She gasps and whimpers as he pushes himself against her gown. She raises her head, as his hand cups her jaw, gently to look deep into her eyes.

"GET NAKED NOW," he commands in a voice so low she whimpers. His hands fly to the back of her gown and the zipper is down to her tailbone. He unhooks the top button, allowing the dress's back to fall open. His large hand palms her back, pushing their bodies together. Fitz slowly removes his hand from her face, trailing it down her neck, over her cleavage, and finally resting it on her hip.

He presses his lips to hers, as he slides the gown down her body. The skin on her sides is ticklish. She giggles in his hands rub against her, making Fitz only love her more. Soon her dress is pooled at her feet and she steps out of it. He steps back from her just enough to take in her gorgeous body.

Her round breasts are firm and round, eager for his lips. Her stomach is firm and soft. His mouth falls open at her beauty and in moments she's back in his arms. Her arms go around his neck as their lips crash in a fiery kiss. Her chest pressed against his own, feels too good for words. He moves her backwards slowly until she is pressed against the back of a couch.

"Fitz," she squeals as she's quickly she is hoisted in the air. His hands are cupping her bare backside, as he carries her across the room to their bed for the weekend. Soon she's spread across the bed, with him on top of her already nestled between her legs. She spreads them making room for his body to be nestled against her as close as possible.

Both are only in their underwear, never feeling more open, safe and exposed. He's grinning widely down upon her just before she reaches up and yanks their lips together for a heated but sensual kiss. She thrusts her tongue into his mouth only lasting a few seconds. Fitz swears his toes curls as she tugs his bottom lip into her teeth, and grinds herself into his now wet boxer briefs.

He's HOT for her. The entire time he was married, he's never felt as frustrated as he does right now. She grabs his bottom hard, pushing him almost through his briefs and through her black lace thong. The contact make his blood boil almost to the point of combustion. "These are coming off now," he pants, lifting himself from her gorgeous body. Slowly his mouth trails kisses down her neck, upper chest and when he stops at her chest, he freezes.

"Fitz," she coos in a shaky voice. His lips are just hovering above her round mounds and his hot breath is only making her squirm beneath him. She struggles to keep from screaming as his mouth latches on to one side and the other. His hand massages one breast while his mouth skillfully nips, sucks, and swirls his tongue around the other.

All semblance of control practically leave her mind, as Fitz feasts on her chest. She swears she's about to see stars before he stops and latches onto her other side. She grinds herself into him further, attempting to find the release her body has craved for so long. Fitz grins wickedly as he lifts his mouth and kisses around her nipples, then under each breast.

"Livy," he sighs as his trails his mouth down to her stomach. He stops briefly noting her caesarian section scar from Emmalynn's birth. He pauses briefly nuzzles his face there, holding her close. Yes the procedure is safe, but anything could have happened. He could have lost her, and never found the love he's been missing for so long.

"Fitz," feeling his arms tighten around her body. Soon she feels wetness as Fitz cannot hold back his tears. "I could have lost you Livy," murmuring in her abdomen.

"Hey," running her fingers through his curls. "Look at me," she pleads as Fitz lifts his head with sad eyes. "I'm here with you Fitz. Emmy and I are safe. If I EVER have another child, everything will be fine."

In one swift motion he's perched above her, staring stare into her eyes. She shifts under his gaze unsure of what to say or do. His arms snake underneath her neck and upper back. "I CANNOT lose you Livy."

"You won't," she sighs. "I promise. I am not going anywhere."

Fitz smiles. "Good," he kisses her lips. He begins to move down her body again, but stops. "Oh for the record you WILL have another baby," he growls as his lips touch her skin.

She swallows hard. "Is that so," she teases. "And how do you Mister," feeling his hands on the waistband of her thong. His hot lips trail kisses along the band as he slowly removes them. She's rendered practically mute as Fitz's begins to kiss her shaved, smooth skin. In this very moment she's never been so grateful for shaving before tonight.

Soon her legs are spread wider than ever before. He's hovering just above her exposed warmth. "I know Livy," lowering his head. She can feel his lips just above her lower lips. "I am going to get you pregnant," she gasps feeling his mouth on her and tongue go inside her. Soon her back is lifting off the bed and her feet are on his shoulders.

"Fitz," she moans out in pleasure.

"But FIRST," he challenges in a low growl, eyeing her from his position. She raises her head and she locks eyes with his. "I AM going to make you a Grant." As the words leave his mouth, he French kisses her softness. He sucks her hard, circling his mouth on her as many times as her body allows.

"Fitz," she cries out lifting herself off the bed. The realization that he DOES want to marry her, causes a strong, powerful wave of arousal to shoot through her body like never before. Fitz is the first man to bring her to this state of utter bliss in this manner. She shaking as he stays nestled UP and between her legs through her peak.

Soon her nails begin to dig and pull into his curls in an attempt to move him away. He grins wickedly not, willing to budge. She falls back on the bed practically spent, closing her eyes to relax. Her breathing calms but her senses are in overdrive once again feeling Fitz moving back up her body pulling the silk sheet with him to covering their bodies. Her eyes grow wide, as he's now naked in between her legs, with his tip just touching her intimate parts.

His hardened member throbs against her softness, eager to dive into the depths of her slick walls. "Livy," he whimpers restraining himself. He holds her face with both hands and gazes deep into her eyes. He's lost in her. Their bodies are "almost one" and he comprehends once he's IN her, making love to her, he is NEVER going to be able to let her go – not that he can already.

She rubs her nose against his and then her cheek against his. Her arms wrap around his bare back taking in all his glorious muscles. His skin prickles under her soft touch. She smiles up at him, getting lost in his eyes. "I love you Fitz," whispering directly into his ear. Her soft voice causes goose-bumps on his skin to appear.

"Liv," he murmurs as she moves her hips and waist higher, pushing her wetness against his member. She's coating him with her essence, and he's holding back any restraint he has within him.

"Fitz," she coos. "I want you. Please," positioning her legs opening them further. Her knees are nestled next to his ribs, her feet in the air. Her hand slides between them going for her desired target. Soon he's in her small hand and she's stroking him, coaxing him to push inside her. She understands why he refuses to push her into this moment. Their passion has been simmering since they met, but boiling since New Year's Eve.

She's wanted Fitz since the day the met by her car. At the time she wasn't ready for his love – to allow Fitz to truly have ALL of her but she's never been so sure of anything in her life. Fitz IS the love of her life, and she aches for him to have ALL of her from this moment on.

"I love you Fitz," increasing her ministrations. He begins to move in her hand "almost" sending him over the edge. She places him at her entrance and stops. "Make love to me," she whispers softly with hooded, hazy eyes. He swallows hard. It's been so long since he's been with a woman. And for a woman like HIS Livy to want him, need him, and desire him in every way, is a sensation he never wants to end.

"I love you Olivia Carolyn Pope," he mutters as he slowly pushes inside her. He takes his time, allowing both their bodies to adjust to the other. Their eyes meet when he's fully inside and it's the most open either of them have ever been with another. He stills and holds himself fully sheathed inside her warmth.

"Oh," she lazily moans. Her hips lilt as Fitz's begins to thrust slowly in and out of her. She takes even more of him inside, letting out a delectable sound making Fitz's ears turn beet red. He kisses her hard as he begins to increase his movements. Their tongue match perfectly as he thrusts into her. He swallows every coo, sigh, growl, and exhale she makes into his mouth.

Soon her nails begin to dig into his large shoulder blades, only spurring him on further. "Christ," he exclaims in a voice breaking apart. There is absolutely nothing in his mind except how utterly perfect she feels wrapped around him. It's a sensation he never wants to end. His hot mouth leaves hers, trailing kisses down her neck.

Fitz begins to whisper, "I love you Livy," over and over again as his own peak approaches. He's dangerously close to exploding inside her, but won't allow it to happen not yet.

"I love you too Fitz," meeting his thrusts easily. Her legs grip him tightly angling her pelvis just right. Soon her moans become louder. "Harder," she commands. "Please God don't stop," she is now begging him.

"Livy," he growls, terrified he could hurt her.

"Harder. Deeper Fitz. God Please," she is clawing at the sheets, afraid of making him bleed. Her hips have taken out a mind of their own, pushing, sucking, and grinding against him. "I LOVE YOU," she begins to cry out, as her walls begin to tighten and convulse around his member.

He's deep inside her as she begins to loose herself, Fitz's own movements quicken. He's pounding into her capturing their sounds between their lips. Another few hard thrusts, he let's go HARD. It's the strongest, most satisfying moment on his life. He gives all he has to her, and then some. As they both begin to calm down, all he can hear is their heartbeats beating in sync and as one

They hold each other's trembling bodies as close as possible, until all they hear in the background is their inhales and exhales. He lifts his head. When their eyes connect she melts burying her head in his neck. "Livy," he sighs into the top of her head.

"Yah," lifting her eyes to meet his, and kissing him softly.

He rolls off and places himself on her side. She cuddles up to him wrapping her arms around his torso. Their both utterly deliriously happy. Soon tears appear in her eyes. "Hey," moving down so he can look directly into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Don't ever leave me or die okay," she stammers.

"Livy," cradling her face.

"If you ever left me Fitz. I wouldn't know how to go on…," she barely manages to states before Fitz is clinging to her. Her head is over his heart and its sound calms her. "Don't let me go."

"Never. I promise," rolling her on her back to perch himself over her. "I'm yours Livy. Forever. If that's…"

"Yes."

He's almost afraid to breathe, as a lone tear escapes his eye. "Why?"

"Because you love me," she softly sings to him. "You gave me wings to make me fly."

"Oh Livy," he kisses her pouty lips. "And you are my Saving Grace," he utters. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day Mr. President," she sighs as her eyes close and she falls asleep in his arms, taking Fitz with her soon after.

TBC… (yes I promise)

And there you have it. Olitz's first time (I know about time right) and hopefully most romantic Valentine's Day date ever. I wanted this moment to be beyond anything not only Olivia could have ever dreamt but for all of you as well. I wanted this entire date to be EVERYTHING. Fitz in all my fics is beyond romantic and I hope he went beyond your expectations.

I have also been working on his chapter for quite a while. I wanted it done for Valentine's Day but #ShizHappens. Plus my other stories kind of took over including one fic you all know I'm ending soon.

So leave me some HOT CRUMBS for this update. I'm eager to hear your thoughts on the #MratedHotSugars you know I normally don't write.

Take care and be on the lookout for a Yes POTUS update this week.

Thanks for reading and have a good weekend,

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