Saving Grace

by Da Princes and Me's

Fitzgerald Grant was about to become the first President to divorce his wife and remain in office. Olivia Pope (whom he's never met) is dealing with her own demons. She is grieving for her fallen fiancee, trying to move on with her life. Neither realizes that they are godparents to Ella Beene. This chance encounter changes them and soon they become each others Saving Grace.

19. You Are So Beautiful To Me

Well hello Loves! Yes you are really seeing a THIRD update from me this #4thOfJuly weekend. #CoveredBridges was July 1st. #MiracleOnHopeStreet was July 2nd. And now #FizzAndEmmy.

(This chapter could contain more than just sparklers. #OlitzFireworks may be on the horizon. So don't read to any little ones… please…)

So leave me some #HotCrumbs and have a great rest of your holiday weekend wherever you may be. Thank you for reading.

Me's

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Chapter 19: You Are So Beautiful – To Me…

"You know how a sunrise can be confused for a sunset? Well, sometimes just when you think your life is over, that's when the best things are truly about to begin." - Karen Salmansohn

Hope to Make me Fly…

As the sun begin to rise in the morning sky, it slowly crept into the room. Fitz was sound asleep next to Olivia with the biggest crooked grin on his face. It had been there since falling sound asleep with the most amazing woman in his arms. He'd never felt so sedated, peaceful, and utterly happy in all his life.

He promised himself he'd allow Olivia to sleep, however he dreamt about them making love all night. Fitz could not stop thinking about their bodies becoming one – in sync with the other. They waited SO LONG for this moment and it became everything and more. The connection he felt before, during and after did not falter. In fact it only increased his need to be closer.

He was sleeping fairly soundly but she had woken him up in the night. His body still tingles as the memories of her lips all over his face, down his torso, and of course taking his hardened shaft into her mouth waking him up. He barely stopped himself from emptying in her mouth before he yanked her up and sat her on his member.

He places himself inside her quickly, not giving her much time to adjust. Soon he was lifting his hips off the bed, sending her body upwards. They linked their hands, giving her more stability as he moved them up and down. In the city's lights coming in through the window, he could see her perfect chest moving.

His lips felt dry aching to touch, kiss, and suck her firm breasts. Since making love earlier, Olivia bare chest had been pressed against Fitz. He's felt them on his skin, enticing him to devour them any way she'll allow. He sits up as she leans forward hoping she'll grant him the access to pleasure her.

Before his lips latch onto her brown nubs, their hips began to gyrate up and down. His shoulders show hints of hand nail marks from Olivia gripping him as she pushes herself onto him. Each time her warmth fully took Fitz inside, his eyes roll back in his head allowing her to take the lead.

She teased him relentlessly pulling him all the way out, then hovering just outside her opening. "What's the matter Mr. President, not getting what you want," she coos just permitting his tip inside her thick heat. Fitz finally had enough, and without warning, flipped the tables and soon he was on top, on his knees pumping inside her.

"You NEVER tease The President Livy," he growled. "I am always in charge."

He pushes against her harder, deeper, proving that he'll only let her be the boss for so long in the bedroom. He AIMS to please, but right now he can only think of one thing, giving it to her hard and fast. His member is painfully rigid inside aching to loose itself in her depths. Soon his thrusts increase feeling her walls tighten around him.

"Christ," he cries out. He's so close.

"Fitz," Olivia mews. "Don't stop. Oh please don't."

"Never. I promise Livy. I'll swear I'll never stop wanting you," he rumbles feeling her walls shake then clamp around him. In one swift motion her legs are up near his head, and her bottom off the bed as he stretches over to dive into her deeper, harder and faster. His climax happens with an intensity causing Fitz collapse over her sweaty body.

He buries his nose in her neck. Her legs wrap around his hips, squeezing him tight. Her tiny soft hands wrap around his torso then trace his back muscles. Her movements relax Fitz further and soon his lips attach to her neck. She smiles as he follows the path from her neck, ear, the jawline and landing languidly on her lips.

As Fitz lifts his hooded eyes to gaze into hers, his breath catches. God she's beautiful. And she's FULLY with him. No barriers, or bridges to keep them a part. Two souls have given themselves to the other. It takes his breath away. He almost forgets to breathe getting lost into her warm, chocolate eyes.

"Do you know how much I love you Livy," he murmurs kissing her lips. She shrugs her shoulders as the happy tears begin to pool in her eyes. "You're my heart – the life force not only in my body but within my soul. My every feeling, no very-being is controlled by you."

She sighs cupping his face. Slowly he pulls out of her but refuses to move off of her. His skin pressed against hers is incredible. "Allowing me to control you could be a bad thing."

"Maybe so but I love you too much to want it any other way. I've never known that loving someone the way I love you could make me feel this way Livy. You've not only given me a new life since meeting you, but you've given me something so much more," her eyes raise at his words.

"You gave me hope. In that HOPE Livy, through you and your love I was able to fly." His words cause her heart to clench in her chest and new tears to form. He kisses them away. "I was never in love until I found you. Meeting you and Emmalynn on the side of the road was the best thing to ever happen to me. And now that I have you both in my life, I refuse to be without. This weekend changes us Livy and it's what I've wanted for so long," he murmurs.

"And YOU are what I dared to want for so long Fitz. After this weekend, you'll still have me in your life when we get back," she speaks softly pressing her cheek to his. "I am NOT going anywhere."

"Liv?"

She sees it in his eyes. Olivia knows what he wants, needs. She aches for it too but it probably isn't a good idea. Not right away at least. "Fitz, you know I can't. I have to think of Emmy."

"In the White House in MY bed is where you belong." He stops. "Can I come to you?"

"Not every night. I can't have my daughter, or your kids especially walk in on us…," she blushes as the last words come out of her mouth. "Your kids may know where babies come from but I don't want Emmalynn to see or hear us."

Fitz snickers. "Are you saying I'm loud My Lady," he quips.

"No. But you do make this bed rock an awful lot," she chastises.

"Oh yah," he grins like he's up to no good. "But you are loud – very loud. Especially when I make you scream my name," he moans into her ear. She feels him grow hard against her inner thighs. "I already know you're wet for me Livy. I can feel it."

"Stop," she croons. "We need sleep," she protests attempting to push him off her. His large hand slinks its way in between them locating her folds already dripping for his touch. She jumps as he touches her bare skin there.

His smug grin appears as her legs fall open to accommodate his large digits going further into her heat. God she wants him BAD already. If this keeps up, she'll never be able to walk straight. But her body, especially where she wants his touch the most, aches for MORE no ALL of his love.

"Fitz," she whimpers feeling his fingers moving in and out of her. "You need to stop. We-e-e sh-ou-ld … r-est." Her voice quivers intensely sending her body in a heightened state of arousal like never before.

"Sleep is HIGHLY overrated," Fitz hums into ear. "We'll be in the room, in THIS bed all weekend Olivia. I have plans for you," he moans moving his fingers out of her. He raises his hips to place the tip of his hard member just outside the ONLY place it wants to be. His head is wet from his own fluid but begins to feel Olivia's begin to travel outside her body. It is almost his undoing.

She moves her hips against him, urging him to take her fully. It increases as Olivia raises her hips, wrapping them around his torso. She slowly rubs her heated core's lips on his member, daring him to enter her again so soon.

"Liv," he croons realizing he may be winning but she is going to be the death of him. He feels every vein, curve, small bump rubbing all over him. The swirling motion of her lower half, is driving him to the point of no return. He may have started it, and intends fully on finishing it, but Olivia's body is HOT for him, calling him like a moth to a flame.

He intended to drag this out, but she pulls his head down and teases her tongue just over his lips. His mouth opens to kiss her deeply, fully but she won't permit it. "You have plans for us huh," she hums in a voice pure lust into his hear. All he can do his nod, as her hand travels between them and finds his engorged manhood. She touching him "just right" daring him to enter her the way he wants to but won't.

"Fuck," he moans as her legs fall open and she pushes his hips into her. He's restraining his passion in the fear of hurting Olivia.

"Show me your plans Fitz," she states in a hazed tone of pure lust. "I know you want…," her words catch in her throat as Fitz enters her slowly.

"I'm a man of action," he whispers in a deep voice into her ear as their bodies begin to move in sync. It's a perfect dance of give and take. She's lost in the feel of him. Her walls grip him drawing him deeper, causing Fitz's thrusts to increase. "Livy," he murmurs in a voice laced with desire and his deep love for her. "God you feel…" he stops as it almost becomes too much for him to hold out any longer.

He kisses her intensely stilling his hips. This cannot end yet. He will not permit it. If Fitz could stay buried in the depths of her walls the entire weekend he would. This weekend is NOT about how many times they can have sex, it's about showing her the love she has deserved and longed for like him, for so long.

It is NOT about two people who cannot keep their hands off each other, it's about fully giving one's self to the other with reservations. Each time Fitz is inside her, and vice versa he's complete, whole, and more in love with her than the time before. He'll NEVER stop loving her no matter the time, distance, and circumstances surrounding them.

Olivia is IT for him and he cannot wait to marry, have children and give the Nation a First Lady worthy of the title. She sees it in his eyes as he kisses her. Olivia heart flies higher as her conscious mind picks up hints of what he's thinking. She aches for it too, even though it's too soon.

"Harder. Deeper Fitz. Please," she pleads. "I love you…," she sighs. "I'm yours always." Her final words cause Fitz's movements to quicken. He empties himself in her depths. His pulsing then brings her over the edge with him quickly. Her nails dig into his shoulders as his kisses become soft and fluttery once again.

Finally he lifts himself off her and lays in front of her. His hand reaches up and cups her face. His fingers trail her face then lips. "I love you," he sighs still floating on a cloud.

"And I you…so very much," she exhales. She runs her fingers over his face. "Fitz?"

"Did you think it'd be anything like this…you know when we finally made it this far," she asks in a soft but higher tone.

He brings their bodies together, and rests both is hands on her round bottom. She grins knowing he's an ass man. His large hands begin to lightly caress her skin just under her tail bone. "At first I didn't know what to think or hope for. I knew when we got here, I'd want you forever. But I am totally unprepared for how THIS feels."

"This?"

"This Livy. I have never felt so happy in my life. I thought I had everything I ever wanted once my EX gave into the divorce. I was going to live in the White House with my kids, doing a job I love, and ruling a country I owe so much too. I look back on those moments and they do not hold a candle to anything after I met you and Emmalynn," he murmurs kissing her pouty soft lips.

She whimpers. "Yah…"

"Yes Sweetheart. And now that I have you in my life, I am not letting you go – EVER," he croaks in a hoarse voice.

"Well the feeling is mutual Handsome," she teases. He chuckles. "Now go to sleep Fitz. I promise to be here when you wake up." Olivia kisses his lips again. He groans as they touch. She nuzzles her face into his chest, breathing his "scent" then drifting off to sleep once again.

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While You Were Sleeping

Her eyes open hours later about 7:00 am – the time she's normally is awaken by Emmalynn. She shifts body in the bed and suppresses a giggle looking at a very tired President next to her. His hair is tousled on the top of his head. His curls are disarranged from her long fingers pulling at them throughout the night. At one point she remembers his head on her chest while he slept. She did her best to keep his hair out of her nose, but it failed.

She moves her body to place her hand just above his head. She attempts to pat the curls down but they "jump" up as soon as her hand shifts. Her eyes travel down to his forehead and the one "Superman" curl he can never tame surprisingly is flat against his skull. They both sweated up a storm last night in their love making, and apparently that is what it took to "calm the curl."

Her hand reaches to twirl it around her finger but she stops herself quickly. "You'll wake him up you idiot," she chastises herself. Olivia is well aware that if she does wake him up TOO soon, he'll pounce on her – not that she would mind. She blushes feeling the heat in her body as it remembers last night.

She vowed to herself to allow Fitz to sleep but having him FINALLY touch her, consume her, INSIDE her was more than anything she expected it to EVER be. Fitz was a generous man – lover but she was not prepared for the desire, passion and devotion he gave to her body before their first time.

Olivia had made love to Fitz countless times in her dreams. However it was NOTHING like she expected and so much more. He already knew her body before he began to fondle and please her in a way that was purely indescribable. She was NOW addicted to his gentle caresses from his hands, mouth and tongue ALL over her body.

IF this is what LOVE – the soul searching, blazing, fire in your stomach desire to become one with another feels like; she NEVER wants it or THEM to end. She loved Christopher with all her heart, but Fitz – CHRIST she sighs to herself – it is so much more.

This WONDERFUL man has become one with her mind – in her every thought.

He's in her veins – pumping the blood through her body keeping her alive.

Fitz is in EVERY breath she inhales and exhales – allowing her to BE who she's always meant to be. No doubts, reservations or misgivings about her choices that lead up to WHO she is and WHO she will become with him by her side.

But most of all FITZ IS HER HEART. He has become not just the life force pumping through her body but her heart itself. His hands are wrapped around it now keeping her and Emmalynn safe. Safe from a life of being alone, unloved and unwanted.

Losing Christopher, being alone all this time raising Emmalynn hardened her heart. Christopher's father shunned her and their daughter, refusing to allow anyone in the family to have contact with them. Olivia did not care about himself, but it hurt Emmalynn. Her daughter was loved by Olivia's family and now Fitz.

Fitz's love changed her daughter bringing out a side to her only a "true Daddy" could. Olivia loves him more than anything for that alone. Fitzgerald Grant came into their lives and transformed it for the better. She had no idea when her SUV broke down on the side of the road that a new dawn for her life would begin.

The sun set when she lost Christopher and the life she was supposed to have with his as his wife.

Little did she know the sun would rise on the life she was destined for when she told Fitz he didn't know the President…," but loss her words when her eyes connected with Fitz and it WAS the Leader of the Free World.

That day on the side of the road with a broken down SUV changed everything. She fell in love with Fitz at first sight as it did with Fitz. He loves her so tenderly, but bravely not giving her a chance to bolt. When she got scared he was there to SUPPORT, LOVE and encourage her.

Never had she thought after losing one man she loved and planned to marry that another would come into her life and become not only the love of her life but her Saving Grace. Olivia uses both arms and places them around Fitz's head. He sighs in his sleep feeling her closing the distance between their faces.

With tears in her eyes she murmurs, "I know after last night, we shared and gave so much to each other Fitz but I want you to know that I am more in love with you now, in this VERY moment than I EVER thought I could be. You are everything. Without you, your touch, and LOVE I am nothing.

I want you to know the day you came and saved Emmalynn and I along the side of the road, became the happiest day of my life. I hated being the damsel in distress. I NEVER permitted anyone to help when I was. I despised the thought there was a Prince Charming out there for me and my daughter waiting to come and save us both when I least expected it.

I am so happy to say, I am relieved I was wrong. Now I hate myself for keeping US apart in the beginning for as long as I did. Everyone urged me to let you in, but I was terrified you would leave me – like Chris did. Losing him changed my life but it also brought me to you. I truly understand what it's like to fully give yourself to another – because…" she hovers her lips just over his.

The next words get caught in her vocal chords. She can barely get them out but she must. "I am yours IF you want me. All you have to do is ask. I WILL no AM going to marry you Fitzgerald Grant. I cannot wait to have another baby with you, and live the life I am destined to live with YOU by my side. So yes Fitz I'll marry you one day. I promise you…" as the final words leave her mouth she kisses his lips as he sleeps.

As "if" he heard her, he smiles, then draws her closer. He exhales calling "Livy" in his sleep.

Her emotions begin to simmer to the surface. In the fear of waking him, she slowly extricates her naked body pressed against his and leaves the bed. She finds his white tux shirt and drapes it over her body. Her nose sniffs the collar. His cologne permeates in her nose then trickles down her body.

Instantly her heart flutters melting her further in his shirt. "Why does he always smell so good," she exhales buttoning it up then leaning over the bed to kiss Fitz gently. "I'll be back," she coos walking away from her man sleeping. He sighs sensing her presence. She smirks at his dimpled expression, then heads out of room.

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Morning Sunshine…

Fitz reserved a suite with a separate Living Room, kitchen which she was thankful for. It gave them plenty of space to "move" around room, and enjoy time alone without having to venture out. She waltzes into the kitchen noting a small refrigerator. "I wonder…," she voices softly as she peeks inside the door.

"Geez this man thinks of everything," she sighs looking at the contents of the refrigerator. Inside was milk, coffee creamer – her favorite, juice, fruit, veggies, and meats to create some intimate meals for them to share all weekend. Her smile grows wider when she closes the door noting the coffee pot, bread, and other non-perishable items they "could" use over the weekend.

Noting the small freezer, she peeks inside. "Damn he put ice cream in here too. He's too much," she grins running her fingers over her favorite ice cream and a container of whip cream next to it. She places it in the fridge to soften with a devilish smirk growing on her face. "This will come in handy later."

Once she leaves the kitchen she notes the time, and must call Abby and Stephen to check on Emmalynn. It's nearly 7:30 and she is sure everyone is awake. She walks to her cell phone in her purse, which has been off since arriving last night. She promised herself it would stay off for the evening so her "alone time" with Fitz would not be interrupted.

She presses the on button and to her amazement there was only one message from Abby. "All is well and Princess Sophia had a good evening. Love you and we'll talk in the morning."

Olivia smiles at the message grateful to have Abby and Stephen in her life. They love Emmalynn so much and have been there since the beginning. She slowly dials the number and after only two rings Stephen answers to her surprise. "Well good morning First Girlfriend," he teases.

"Hi Stephen," she chuckles walking around the room. "I heard you had to sleep with Sophia last night."

He groans running his fingers through his her. He walks into the other room. "Bloody Hell Liv Emmy wouldn't let me leave her bed. I didn't think I could fit in a toddler bed anymore. My neck hurts." She stifles back a laugh. "Then my legs are sore from hanging off the edge of her bed. You so need to upgrade her bed to a twin."

She snickers. "I'll consider it Stephen."

"God help The President if he ever sleeps with Emmy. He's taller than me." Olivia smiles at the thought of both of them in her daughter's tiny bed. It would definitely be a picture moment. "So how was your date? You have a good time?"

"I did Stephen. It – No Fitz thought of everything." She gave him the details on the Rainbow Room, the meal, dessert, and their gorgeous room with a view of the Manhattan skyline. "It was the perfect Valentine's Day date."

"Bloody Hell he's putting all us other men to shame. He REALLY did all that…for one date," he counters. When Olivia responds with a giggle, he's doomed. "Great I'm in trouble when Abby finds out."

"Where is Abby?"

"She's giving Emmalyn a bath. She was so tired last night, we just put her to bed," Olivia smiles not upset at all. They talk for a few more minutes until Abby realizes he is talking to Olivia. She begins to grab for the phone. "My goodness aren't you Grabby Abby."

"Oh hush you. Give it to me," she jumps and snatches the phone from Stephen. "Good Morning Sunshine," Abby chastises.

Olivia suppresses a laugh. "Hi Abby. How are things?"

"Everything is fine. Your little Princess went to bed only thirty minutes later because she refused to sleep without her Stevie," she replies in a sing-song voice. Olivia hears Stephen grumbling in the background.

"Yes I heard. But she didn't want Sadie?"

"No she wanted Stephen. She told me "he's a much better pillow," which I can agree with," Abby replies informing her once Stephen is out of ear shot that she did take a few pictures of them asleep in Emmalynn's bed and would show them to her tomorrow. Olivia chuckles. "So where you end up being flown too?"

"The Rainbow Room," Olivia sighs in delight.

"You mean THE Rainbow Room in New York City," Abby squeals like a teenage girl. "I always wanted to have dinner then dance there. Was it everything you ever dreamed," she asked knowing Fitz made Olivia's dream of going there too, without even realizing it.

"Gosh Ab's it was perfect," Olivia with a lightness in her voice Abby had not heard before. She then split the beans on every detail from Fitz's tux, the Lady in Red she played when Fitz saw her. The dinner, dessert, and of course their Epic Because You Loved Me Moment. She sounded as if she was floating on a puffy white cloud and never wanted to come down.

Abby giggled like a best friend should. "So DA-POTUS looks good in a tux huh?"

"DA-POTUS…really?"

"Oh come Liv, I know you remember what I mean," Abby jests her harshly, pretending to be hurt. She listens to Olivia release a labored breath on the line. "Delicious A…"

"Abigail don't you dare finish that especially if my daughter is around, but YES he looked delicious," Olivia begins to fan herself as she becomes overheated. "But I think I saw him in one…," she pauses. "You know what last night was the first time. It fit him so well. Brooks Brother hooked him up."

Abby snickered on the line. "So I gather he REALLY LOVED your dress."

Olivia gasps on the line remember his eyes raking over her entire body, freezing her in place. Then her mind recalls vividly on his hands caressing her all over body before and after he slipped the dress off. Her breathing became labored as she felt herself become HOT for him once again. "Yes," she breathed. "Loved it is an understatement."

"Was he able to form a coherent sentence," Abby poses the net question carefully.

"Nope."

"See I told you it was the right dress. You even had Stephen and that Tom-guy all flustered," Abby smirks. "So IS he as good as I think he is…you know in the sheets?"

"Abigail," Olivia warns as her body become warm at the memory of their night together. If she closes her eyes she can still feel his lips and hands all over her every curve. Her legs begin to rub together hoping to dull the ache that is slowly forming between them. "We are NOT talking about this. Fitz is still sleeping," she grumbles as her voice sounds as if it's in pain.

"You wore out the most powerful man in the world Liv. I'm impressed." Olivia bits her lips to prevent herself from moaning out loud. "So how many times did he have you spread eagle on the bed," Abby whispers going into the other room.

"I am NOT answering that Abby," Olivia snips before Abby can't contain her laughter to hide her arousal.

"Let me guess," Abby jests. "I know it was more than one." Olivia squeaks. "Twice." Olivia makes another noise. "THREE!" Olivia gasps. "You did the horizontal mambo THREE TIMES!"

"Abby," she scolds. "We took breaks in between," Olivia blurts out before she could stop herself. "Well except the last time…" she covers her mouth before she can speak any further.

"Oh details sister. Give them to me. How GOOD is he," Abby bits on her nails eager for every juicy tidbit of information. "He made you see stars didn't he…," Abby speaks for Olivia praying that her best friend will tell her something.

But as the words leave her mouth, Emmalynn comes into the room asking for Olivia. Olivia stifles back a laugh never being so thankful for her child's interruption. "You are saved for now but I want all the details on your first pepperoni encounter."

"Aunt Abby, Mommy don't like pepperoni," Emmalynn replies. "It gives her belly issues."

Abby bits her lips ready for Olivia to reprimand her. "Abby I will deal with you later. Now please put my baby on the phone." Abby acquiesces but in her mind she cannot wait to hear any detail Olivia is willing to give her about Fitz.

"Momma," Emmalynn squeaks into the line.

"Hi Pumpkin. Are you being good for Aunt Abby and Uncle Stephen?"

"Yes Ma'am. Did Fitz knock your socks off," Olivia's young daughter asks innocently.

"He did honey. Wait where did you hear that?"

"Aunt Abby was talking to Quinn. But how you weren't wearing any socks," she stops. "Did he make your toes curl?"

Olivia bites her lips suppressing a laugh. "Pumpkin NOW where did you hear that?"

"I heard Aunt Abby say it Uncle Stephen…oh he slept with me," she states in a high pitch voice.

"I heard" she coos now standing by the window looking outside. Olivia begins to talk Emmalynn about the rest of her weekend with Abby and Stephen. She giggles and reminds her to be a good girl for everyone.

Olivia's warm voice carries into the next room where Fitz is asleep. He is awaken by a cold spot on the bed, and reaches for her. "Liv," he mumbles turning his body to find her. His ears perk up hearing her voice in the nearby room talking to Emmalynn. She of course was going to call to speak to her little girl, and it melts his heart listening to her on the phone.

He throws his legs over the bed and finds something to put on. His hair is sticking out all over the top of his head. Fitz tip-toes quietly into the other room, and stops in his tracks seeing Olivia by the double window looking out into the city. The rays from the morning sun cause his own heart to hasten.

She looked beautiful last night, but right now, in this very moment she is stunning. The beams of light are literally causing her to glow like an angel – HIS angel. The sun's rays warm her body as does Fitz's shirt. It causes her skin to prickle underneath as she wraps her arms around herself wishing it was him.

She sighs. "Yes Emmy Fitz treated me like a Princess," she replies to her daughter as the memories flood into her mind from the night before. From the helicopter ride, dinner to dancing and their love making, he made last night the most miraculous of her life. She remembers every word, dance, touch and kiss.

God she misses him already and he's only in the other…

"I was going for a Queen," Fitz murmurs in a low whisper drawing her backwards into his naked chest. "Come back to me," he growls into her ear. He pushes his hardness into her bare bottom hiding just under his shirt. "I need you." He's ONLY in RED silk boxes pressed up behind her. His lips attach to her skin making her forget that she's on the phone with Emmalynn.

"Fitz," Olivia sighs.

"Momma FIZZ is awake," Emmy screeches into her mother's ear. It's so loud she pulls the phone away because her daughter is freaking out on the line. "FITZ. Can I talk to Fitz pretty please? Mommy!"

Her daughter's words and excitement knocks Fitz and Olivia out of their bubble. He places his head on her shoulder but does not release her. He nods then Olivia places them all on speaker phone. "Hi Sweetheart. I miss you too."

"FIZZ," she coos excited to talk to him. Fitz melts hearing her special name for him. "I miss you lots. You take care of Mommy right?"

"I am."

"Did you give her a nice dinner? Oh and Red Velvet cake," Emmalynn asks.

"Of course I did Pumpkin. I served your Mommy ALL her favorites," he whispers just above the skin below her ear. She shifts her bottom against Fitz only enticing him to tighten his hold on her body. He wants her yes, but most importantly he hated waking up without her.

"Is she still your Princess," Emmalynn inquires in a hopeful voice. Olivia smirks as Fitz smiles into her eyes.

"Oh Pumpkin your Mommy is beautiful," Olivia blushes, "Momma is SO much more than a Princess. She's my Queen. You both are." If Fitz could he would place a crown on Olivia's head proving to the world that Olivia is the Queen of his heart.

"Does that make you a King?"

"Only for you both," he whispers the words into Olivia's ears. She melts further in his arms into his broad chest. He heads falls onto his shoulder allowing them both to gaze deeply into the other's eyes. His large is over her bare stomach caressing her lightly. "If I have all your love Emmy and your Mom's I'll feel like a King."

"You do Fizz," Emmalynn confirms for him in the sweetest voice. "You're coming to see me when you bring Mommy back right?"

He hears the uncertainty in the little girl's voice. "Of course. We're doing dinner." He glances at Olivia to be sure. She nods. "We'll be in the Residence with Karen and Jerry."

"Pizza," Emmalynn squeaks. "Right Momma?"

"Yes Emmy. If FIZZ," causing Fitz to laugh, "isn't sick of me by then," she jests with a pouted lip. Soon that pout is taken off her face as Fitz spins her around, cups her face, and kisses her delicately, softly, and languidly. She almost releases the phone as his tongue tries to enter her mouth.

When he breaks away, her eyes flutter open to see him grinning like he's walking on air. "I will NEVER tire of you Livy. I promise."

"Or me," Emmy asks.

"Never darling," Fitz drawls in a Texan accent. Emmalynn giggles. They speak a few minutes more until Abby calls for her to have breakfast so they can head out for the day. "I love you Emmy very much."

"Love you too Fizz," Emmalynn sighs just like Oliva. "And Mommy to the moon, stars, Sunshine and back!"

Olivia laughs. "Yes Sweetheart that's right." She ends her conversation with her daughter. As soon as she's off the phone, Fitz presses the off button on her phone. Soon she's being lifted and carried across the room. She placed on the bar in front of the kitchen. He steps back to get a look at her.

/

"So Beautiful…"

"What?" She becomes all itchy, twitchy under his INTENSE star. His smile grows. "Stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what," he sighs glancing at the woman he loves more today than he did the day before.

"Like you want to eat me for breakfast Fitzgerald," she speaks in a giddy tone. His shirt falls open and his mouth goes dry seeing her bare, naked and exposed for his hungry eyes.

"I do," he speaks in a low, gruff tone. Her eyes widen pulling the shirt closed to hide herself from his hungry eyes and wandering hands. He is too her in four strides. Her legs open instinctually for him to step in between.

She bits her lip feeling his hands run up her legs, and settle on her hips. He brings her to him. The arousal shimmering in his eyes causes her breaths to quicken. "Fitz," her voice creeks. "We can't."

"Then you should have not gotten out of bed JUST in my shirt," he shamelessly teases. "Which you look incredibly HOT, sexy, and beautiful in." She blushes. "Especially when I came in this room and saw you standing by the window – in the morning light."

She sighs deeply. Her hands wrap around his neck and lowers his head to hers. "Are you getting Sweet on me Mister?"

"I am hoping to," he quips. "But serious Liv my shirt on you…are you trying to kill me."

"No. It was the first thing I found on the floor getting out of bed. Plus it was like having you with me when I walked away," she answers bashfully. "I felt as if your arms where still around me when I was in here. And it smells like you too."

He blushes. He bends his knees and buries his nose in the collar of his shirt. He inhales deeply. "Oh Livy MY shirt smells like you now," he teases.

"It's that a bad thing?"

"Definitely not," he murmurs. "But," he eyes raise at his tone. "You left me all alone this morning. You seriously can't do that to a guy that separation issues."

She giggles. "What's matter Mr. President, afraid the bed bugs will bite?" The sultry sound of her voice, sends shivers down his spin. He bits his lip and before she can protest, she's picked up, tossed over his shoulder and carried into the bedroom.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant YOU put me down right now," she cackles hitting his back. "Stop being a caveman!"

He laughs harder as her hands make contact with his back. "Me Fitz! I not put naked lady down," he speaks in his best caveman voice. This causes Olivia to laugh but not stop hitting him.

Of course she cannot hurt him but he's enjoying this impromptu massage he's is receiving. He walks slow as he carries her into the room to prolong his "torture." He rests his hand on her bare bottom not only because he loves her derrière but she is now flailing her legs.

"What if I don't to put you down? You are being mean to me," he protests. "First you get out of bed and LEAVE me all alone," he sniffles. "Then you insult me by telling me I'm afraid of bugs. I'm a man Livy. Guys don't fear bugs."

She scoffs with a huge grin on her face. Olivia rests her arms on his back as he stops in front of the bed. "I had to call Emmalynn Fitz. Please put me down. I promise I won't go anywhere without you."

"You promise?"

"Yes Mr. President I promise to be nothing but a good girl for you the rest of the day," she answers in the sweetest sing-song voice. Before she can gather her thoughts, she's being moved cradled in Fitz's arms. He holds her this way not placing her down on the bed. Her eyes meet his. The way he's staring at her is making her mushy all over again. "What?"

His eyes travel over her body, as he lays her gently on the bed. Her hair fans out behind her and his white shirt opens slightly exposing only a minimal amount of her naked body to him. The desire only Fitz can create within her begins as he looks at her as if it's the first time he's seen her naked.

He places himself on the side of her, knowing if he positions himself on top, he'll be making love to her again, and not be able to stop the rest of the day. He holds her face in his palm as the sun reflexes off her body. She's glowing, literally as the rays for the morning sun shimmer off skin, hair, and eyes most of all.

He literally stops breathing because she is HERE with him and not with someone else. Today is a new day – new dawn- beginning for them both. Everything is the same but as the same time it's SO different. Fitz is at a loss of words as Olivia cups his face and stares deeply into his eyes. He cannot stop staring at her.

She shifts her body to face his. "What is it?"

"You're just…," he stammers. "Beautiful Livy."

She frowns knowing she must look like a walking mess. "Okay you sweet talker. I am FAR from beautiful. My hair is a mess. I have no make-up on, and I am sure because neither one of us slept very much I have bags under my eyes."

He leans over and kisses her softly, sensually on the lips. Each quick peck on the lips, he draws her closer, until their chests are touching. He is not aroused but even the inch separation between them is too much. Fitz MUST touch her to assure her of her beauty and himself that SHE IS really there with him.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful. To – Me…" he murmurs the song in a voice turning her heart to mush. She opens her mouth to object but his lips are on hers quickly. The tips of his lips just grace hers, then more, and soon he's kissing her deeply. He rolls on top of her but quells his urge to for more.

He moves the shirt out of the way, and presses their chests together. His arms wrap underneath her neck, as he continues to kiss her. Olivia feels his tears fall on her face, as his mouth "dances" in perfect sync with hers. She does not move her hips.

He lifts his lips and he's kissing her messy hair. She grins. "You are beautiful here," he sighs as he places feather kisses on her messy, curly natural hair.

"Fitz my hair is a disaster. I need to wash it, and then flatten it. It will take a very long time," she complains.

"Maybe so but it's still beautiful. I've seen it curly before Livy and I love it. It's perfect and gorgeous like you," he speaks in a low but tender voice. Her body relaxes underneath him. She opens her mouth but his lips kiss her again derailing any objection she could have had. "Your nose, face, cheeks," he kisses them all. "I love all of you Olivia."

She whimpers. "And you do not have bags under your eyes," he quips.

She exhales deeply. "Are you always this much of a sweet talker in the morning?" He chuckles. "A girl would think you're trying awfully hard to keep her naked and in bed all day. Oh and NOT feed her." She removes her hands from his body and places them behind her head. She bats her eyelashes.

"And if I am," Fitz quips.

"Well Mr. President I'd say you'd have a higher chance of keeping me unclothed if you feed me first," she smirks.

He raises her legs and presses his now growing manhood into her warmth. Her essence is coating his red silk boxers. He begins to pull his boxers down wanting to have her now instead of waiting till after breakfast. Her hands grip the rims of them not allowing Fitz to pull his boxers off. He is amazed by her strength. "And what if I want to EAT first?"

"Well you better make me breakfast Mr. President," she shifts her legs to wrap them around his waist. His eyes raise as her hips move against him, daring him to challenge her. She wants him but she is hungry for some real food. His lips begin to close the distance between them, but her stomach growls loudly.

His eyes widen lifting himself off her body. "What the heck was that," he boasts now kissing her stomach.

"I told you I was hungry silly," she chastises.

"Okay," he chuckles. Fitz sits in front of her as she begins to button up his white shirt. Once she is "mostly" covered he helps her stand up. His hands travel to her hips and he draws her closer. "So what are you hungry for Little Lady," he asks with a hint if mischief in her voice.

"Well," she bits her lip. "I did see the ingredients to make pancakes Handsome," her fingers walk up his chest, then wrap around his neck. "You know how much I LOVE pancakes. And if I remember you DID promise to make them for me one day."

Fitz grins wickedly. "Pancakes huh," he grins as his mind brings him Ella's Baptism, meeting Olivia and Emmalynn. She left Sadie in his motorcade and he snuck out of the White House bring it back to her. After Emmalynn went to bed, Olivia made him pancakes but he teased her stating that his were better.

"I did say that my pancake recipe was the bomb," he teases.

She kisses his lips, then sucks his tongue into her mouth, garnering a deep moan from him. Olivia breaks the heated kiss leaving him in a haze of arousal once again. "You always said you have superpowers."

His smile grows wider. His hands slither down to her bare bottom and pull her into his hard member. "I do Livy."

"Well you could always show me THOSE superpowers of yours over some pancakes, with powered-sugar and syrup. I have some things in mind…," she trails off in a voice of nothing of lust for him. It's dancing in her eyes and Fitz can barely keep it together.

"Do you now," he growls.

"I do."

"Care to tell me or are you going to leave me hanging," he quips aching to kiss her lips once again. She pulls out of his arms. "HEY!"

"I rather show you…," she raises her eyes. "There are other uses for powered-sugar and syrup." He gulps watching her saunter away from him shaking her bare bottom to entice him. "Well are you coming or…," she's halted in her words when Fitz rushes to her scooping her off and carries her into the kitchen.

"Fitz," she cackles knowing this is one pancake breakfast she won't forget…

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TBC…

And neither have I nor you especially if you have read one of my other stories. I won't say which one, but trust me it left a lasting #MRatedHotSugar impression.

I hope this story along with the other two help make this 4th of July weekend one to remember giving you the Olitz we crave and miss. I hope this fairly HOT chapter of Saving Grace did that. I don't normally write M rated but couldn't seem to help myself. (Not that anyone minds.)

So please leave me your thoughts and ideas on what should happen next for our two love birds. Finally being together is everything they thought it would be and more. But who knows once will happen when they come back from their weekend away.

I hope you all have a safe and happy July 4th. Take care, be safe, and TY for reading.

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