A/N: Wow, you guys have definitely been letting me know how you feel and I am so grateful! I can't possibly address you all individually, but I'll just touch on a few points. Most of you understand my motivations, and for those of you that don't, I'm glad you're sticking around anyway waiting for my intentions to be made clear. So let me take a moment to offer some clarity—I am FOREVER TEAM OLITZ. I don't ever want to watch or see or write any other endgame. Somebody asked if it was fair that Fitz and Liv punish each other? Well, I would argue that they're not doing that now in my story, but my story is a reaction to what is and has been happening on Scandal. Is Fitz angry with Liv? Yep. Does he feel hurt that she abandoned him? For sure. Whether or not any characters' feelings are FAIR is totally irrelevant to me. Because they're FEELINGS and feelings aren't rational, fair, or captive. They are also changeable. Fitz and Liv's relationship is pretty complex and there's been lots of imbalance on both sides at different stages of their relationship.

One reviewer also asked if Liv should stay and wait for Fitz who is still married in canon. I don't think she should. But that doesn't mean that Fitz would reach some Zen acceptance about that, either. OF course he would be hurt-of course he would be bothered, and of course more than likely he would express that to Olivia, and it would be up to her what she did about those feelings, including doing nothing.

We saw a much different reaction from Fitz with Olivia's relationship with Edison-he didn't like it, but I think he (and we, hello?) knew that that was not a threat. We also didn't have to watch, thank GOD, a whole bunch of graphic sex scenes with Edison. Jake is different on MULTIPLE levels. I won't go into why that is, because I trust if you have any feelings at all about Jake, good or bad, then you know what the laundry list is of why Olitz fans have a problem with him and more importantly why FITZ has a problem with him.

You'll never see me write a version of Fitz that asks Olivia not to be with Jake. But he's not going to throw them a parade for being together, and he might not even have enough grace to give her his blessing. But what he can do and what he will do is let being with Jake or not being with him completely up to Olivia.

Chapter 5

"What do you want, Olivia?"

"I want to touch you."

Fitz chuckled, deep, throaty, and sexy, "Not yet, sweet baby." He touched her instead, his index finger going from her lips, down her chest, and over the tender flesh of her belly. He observed her muscles tighten and quiver at his ministrations. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Fitz leaned down and blew gently on her nipples, kissing everywhere but exactly where she wanted him. When he sat back on the bed, he rested in between her legs. His large hands ran up and down her thighs, massaging deeply.

It was then that Olivia struggled against the bindings provided by his tie and her sheer stockings. She kept her eyes closed at his instruction. She licked her lips in anticipation and growled when he spread her legs apart and pushed them back towards her chest. He nibbled gently at the tender flesh behind her left knee and smiled when she squirmed and let out a tiny giggle followed by an extremely satisfied sigh. Her hands were in tight fists as she fought not to cum before he had really even got things started. Eager, but unwilling to let her hurt herself; Fitz reached up and kissed each of her wrists at the pulse points and loosened the garments slightly.

"Oh my god, Fitz," Olivia groaned and angled her body to get closer to him. He'd straddled her to get closer to the binds and she felt the evidence of his arousal lightly brush against her skin. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips, his tongue diving into her mouth. She pushed back, her tongue intertwining with his. She let out a frustrated moan when he backed off again, this time moving off the bed completely. "What are you doing? Where are you going? Her eyes flashed open and her hands unconsciously tugged forward as she tried to sit further up on the bed.

Fitz reached for the ice bucket which held a bottle of celebratory champagne purchased by the Grant Campaign. Her eyes grew wider as she realized his intention. She smiled, laughed a little, and then shook her head, trying to sound serious and stern, "Fitz, no."

"Come on," he said, setting the bucket on the nightstand and taking out a piece of ice. "Haven't you ever done this before?" He brought the ice close to her and she flinched away, eyeing him warily, but with desire.

"No, I haven't, because it's cheesy."

"Liv, do you trust me?" he asked earnestly. He leaned down closer to her and kissed her again, this time with more desperation than before; with a promise that she would enjoy this. When he pulled back this time, Olivia's eyes locked on him, following his movements. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation and nodded her answer. "All right then, shut your eyes." He kissed her briefly once more and then dragged the ice cube across her lips, letting her suck the tip just slightly.

The ice made its way down Olivia's neck, and across one nipple, then the other, the coolness of the ice immediately soothed by Fitz's warm mouth. Olivia was speechless but made every indication of how pleased she was with various moans and mumbles of approval. Fitz continued dragging the ice cube down her navel and across her abdomen.

"Fuck, Fitz," Olivia trembled and bucked her hips. "Are you—? Oh my god!"

He answered her question as he pushed the quickly melting cube home and followed with his mouth.

Olivia woke with a start from her dream, her heart racing and her body covered in sweat. She'd been on her back but immediately rolled over, tucking her knees up to her chest as pleasure so profound still rippled through her. She closed her eyes again, relieved that she was alone in bed. Her hips unconsciously undulated as she recalled her dream with remarkable clarity. She could still feel his hands on her body, still feel the urge she had to break away from her binds and touch his heated flesh. She remembered how good it felt when he finally released her and rolled her tired body on top of his. They had made love again and this time it was long, slow, and delicious.

Olivia's dreams of Fitz were usually pleasant and typically only caused good feelings, but this now she was surprised by her own tears. An overwhelming need came over her to talk to Fitz. It was late, she knew, but he was always awake at this time, so she took a chance and called.

Prepared to hear the digital recording that there was no answer, she was surprised when he picked up.

"Hello?"

Olivia sprang up in bed. "Fitz? Fitz. Hi. You answered. Hi."

He didn't say anything for a long time, but finally, "Hi."

"I shouldn't have called, I know, but I just, wanted to hear your voice. I just needed a minute."

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have thrown Jake in your face like that."

"I don't want to talk about Jake. Forget it, its fine. How are you?"

He sighed deeply. "I'm good. Better than expected, actually. Cyrus stopped yelling, finally. I'm having some productivity in my meetings again. Everything's going to be all right. You?"

Olivia nodded, listening so hard to what he was saying that she didn't respond.

"Hmm? Oh, I know things got a little emotional earlier, but I'm okay. I think I understand now what you meant before. I know things between us have to … change."

The timbre of his voice in her ear in the otherwise dark room combined with the effects of her dream made heat pool once again between her legs. He chuckled the same way he had done that night, knowing how she sounded when she was in the mood.

"I'm glad you understand. Are you sure you're all right?"

A wave of sadness washed over her again and she wished to God that he was in the same room with her. She still wanted to put her hands on him more than she wanted her next breath.

"I'm okay. Thanks for picking up. Are you going to bed soon? You have to be in Denver late tomorrow."

"Yes thank you, as soon as I hang up. Good night, Olivia."

"Night, Fitz-bye."

A/N: This little scene just popped in my head and I thought I would share it with you before we return to our regularly scheduled programming. And also before this week's tomfoolery and shenanigans on Scandal make me need another therapy session (which Fitz and Liv are totally getting in this story, btw). Hope you liked it.