A/N Hello my dear Gladiators, Olitzers...First of all let me thank you all for reading and especially commenting this story. It means a lot to me since it's my first fanfic and I was scared shitless to post it! ;) I'm so far out of the English speaking countries you wouldn't believe, so I'm sorry for all my typos or grammar mistakes. I'm just a Serbian Gladiator.

I have a solid storyline for our babies. It's gonna be a romantic comedy apparently, with a bit of fluff. I have to admit I was inspired by our miserable Olitz from s3 and start of s4. It's all pretty devastating, so I wanted to bring some light and fun to them. Shonda is making them unhappy on her own pretty well. :/

I don't own Scandal or these characters, Shonda Rhimes does (if I did, you know Fitz would be divorced and making jam and babies with his boo long time ago!;)

Also, there's no freakin' Olake here! Maybe Joke as a guy from the past, but he's a non-factor (like on the show;)! Mellie is Fitz's ex wife here, but idk if I have nerves for her bs! Enjoy, my dear friends!

Dinner at Fitz's house wasn't quit what she expected. It was much worse...

Olivia prepared herself for an intimate evening. Felling completely disgusted by herself, she stormed through her closet like a tornado, trying to find what to wear. Nothing was pretty enough, sexy enough. Finally, she was satisfied choosing a tight, yellow mini dress that showed off a perfect amount of cleavage and her toned legs. Hair and makeup were changed a few times until she realized what she was doing. She was making herself pretty for Fitz! That didn't help her mood. Cursing herself in the mirror she decided to lift her hair in an elegant bun.

She almost felt sick after she entered Fitz's house and found out the true nature of his dinner call. First of all, she knew they wouldn't be alone, she invited his grandma, but she never expected more people. Apparently, she was invited to a businesses dinner with Fitz's lawyer, John and his wife, Amanda. Oh, the wife...

Amanda was sitting across Fitz and didn't stop sending him seductive glances all night long. Her husband was so engrossed in a conversation with Fitz and Linda that he didn't noticed at all.

But Olivia noticed, and every time that horny fake blond looked at Fitz she wanted to punch her in the face.

Fitz responded to Amanda's questions politely, but with distance. Olivia couldn't decide whether he was uninterested or just preparing the field for attacking later. Deep down, she couldn't really blame the woman for flirting with him. He looked perfect.

He was in a blue shirt with white stripes and black pants. She loved him in blue. The color was making his blue eyes even more beautiful and stormy, his curly hair was restless as ever, making her hands ache with want to run them through it. A sweet memory crept up upon her mind...

As a ten year old she use to hide behind her grandpa's oak tree and watch Fitzgerald Grant dance with girls at her family's famous New Year's parties. She was twirling in her long princess gown, fantasizing that she would once be that girl he hugged so tight with his strong arms.

She didn't even noticed that Fitz is looking at her with a softest expression on his face. Their eyes locked across the table and she felt her heart racing. God, she is beautiful!, he thought, wanting nothing more than to escort these people, including grandma out, so he could spend eternity looking into Olivia Pope's dove eyes.

"Time for a dessert!"-Linda Grant announced cheerfully and soon enough brought it to table. Olivia had a few bites of Linda's delicious strawberry pie and a cup of coffee, thinking in full speed of a plan how to just get her grandpa's belongings and run away. She wanted to punch Fitz in the face for not telling her what kind of dinner he had in mind. She canceled her tequila night with Abby and Quinn for this!

"Did you say something sweetie?!"-Linda asked her, enjoying her pie.

"No.-Olivia replied shooting death glares at amused Fitz and persistent, horny Amanda.

Linda looked at the lawyer's wife, then Olivia with a meaningful expression on her face. Olivia couldn't figure it out. Maybe Linda wants us to drag that fake blond outside and kill her?!, she smiled. That sounded perfect to her. And it would revive this dinner for sure.

Suddenly, Fitz stood up putting his napkin down.

"Would you please excuse Olivia and me for a few minutes. We have some urgent issues to take care of. Granny, could you please be a good host while I'm gone?"

"Of course.-Linda smiled and turned to the man on her left. "John, who's winning the Kentucky derby?!"

Amanda's bored face didn't escape Olivia while she stood up to follow Fitz.

Olivia was happy to get away, but not so happy feeling Fitz's hand on the small of her back.

"Few more minutes and I was ready to dig a tunnel out of there!", he left out a deep breath closing the door behind them.

Olivia looked at him suspiciously.

" You should've let me know that you have guests tonight. I wouldn't have come for dinner. I could've just picked up Clark's stuff."

"And let me die out of boredom on my own?! C'mon, Livvie!", Fitz smiled looking like a GQ cover model. She crossed her arms preventing him to see how she was shivering from the mere look at his torso. He took it as a sign of her anger.

"Look, Liv...To be honest, I totally forgot about this thing. It's one of those mandatory businesses dinners with no urgent themes to talk about, but they still have to happen. I enjoyed your company. Thank you for comming and saving me. I'm available to save you from your boring meetings anytime!"

He was being so cute at that moment that she couldn't fake being mad anymore.

"I'm holding you to your word!"

"I'm counting on it.", he smirked.

"Just so you know, I've dropped my tequila night for this, Grant!"

He stopped walking in a very dark hallway. The thought of Olivia taking tequila shots, in this drop dead tight dress made his pants twitch.

"I can do tequila shots with you...", he said with a low seductive voice that made her want to run for the hills. He was extremely close and she felt his body heat radiate on her breasts. He imagined himself putting salt on her thighs and licking them clean before drinking tequila and the lemon... He had few ideas about the lemon placement that made his member jump for joy in his pants.

"I think..." Olivia started talking, but all of her thoughts went out the window when he grabbed her by her hips and brought her closer.

"Don't think..."-Fitz's lips were just a few inches away.

The party at the dinning room laughed loudly and that got Olivia back to Earth.

"I think that you're not a good host. I'm keeping you away for too long."-she moved away from him with a big effort. "Where are Clark's stuff?!"

Fitz sighed deeply cursing the day he agreed to company dinners.

"In my garage."

He took her through the kitchen to his garage, hitting the light switch and shining down on his car collection.

What a snob! Olivia felt disgusted walking past Corvette, Mercedes and a BMW. The amount of pollution, dear God! She wanted to throw up. She drove a Prius and she felt responsible for unhealthy environment.

Fitz took one box from a shelf and put it on his Mercedes. Olivia's plan was to just grab that box, put it in her trunk and go, but now standing here, curiosity took over. She opened it and came across an old photograph in a frame of her grandpa and her. She was about twelve years old when that was taken.

She sighed heavily trying to control sudden wave of emotions. Fitz heard it and turned around, completely terrified to see one tear rolling down her cheek.

"Livvie!"

He was next to her putting his arm around her in no time, trying to console her, but actually really confused with what he saw. He pulled out a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it in front of her nose.

"Blow!"

"You blow!", she snapped at him, pushing his hand away and whipping her tear. "Really Fitz, it was just a tear! You don't have to call the ambulance!"

She paused looking at his hurt expression, deciding to change her tone.

"I'm sorry, Fitz. You were just being nice to me and I acted like a bitch!"

" I understand. Clark was my friend."

She smiled and he got the impression she had soften up a bit towards him. That was a pleasant change. Fitz was very much aware of her body so close to his. He felt like the air between them was pushing his chest like a hurricane. The scent of vanilla from her body lotion was feeling his nostrils. The unexplainable urge to feel her closer to him took over his mind mixed with desire to protect that tiny woman from every hurt in this world.

"I'm OK now, Fitz.", stone cold Olivia Pope was back with an iron armor around her heart. He was sick of this cat and mouse game they've played. He grabbed her tight by her waste and look deeply into her eyes with frustration and desire.

"I've only asked you once to make love to me...", his baritone voice hit her straight to her core, but she tried to break away from his hug.

"Yeah, three weeks before my wedding!", she finally found the power to move away from him.

Fitz grabbed a smaller box from the shelf and almost threw it down on his car. He was angry.

"You weren't married still."

"That doesn't mean it was OK!", she wanted to scream, but instead started to look through the box, trying to numb her frustration. "I had an obligation to fulfill."

" Well, your obligation fell apart before it even begun! That was clear to anyone with eyes!"

Olivia looked at him with an expression worthy of his grandma. He knew he was out if line with that last remark.

"Becoming one of Fitz Grant's fan girls was never high on my life achievements list!"

"Oh, you have wounded me, miss Pope!", he put a hand over his heart with a faux dramatic look. He started walking towards her in his full sexy swag until she hit his Mercedes with her back.

"And you've always were one of my fan girls, weren't you, Livvie?", there was that low baritone of his making her heart beat like crazy. Now his stormy grey eyes were locked on her browns.

"Fitz, I need to go...", Olivia was looking at his shirt only to find his chest hair even more distracting than his eyes.

"What are you so afraid of, that you'll find out you're attracted to me?"

"I am not..."

"Let's just put that theory of yours to the test then."

He reached out grabbing her face between his strong hands and shut her mouth with a kiss before she had a chance to say anything. At first she fought him, trying to play the ice queen, but then his masculine smell wrapped her in a haze and she responded with equal intensity.

The full-throttle punch of the kiss jolted his system into drive, churned in his belly, snapped through his blood. Her body fit his like a glove like he knew it would. He had a sense of that ten years ago and now he was ready to explore more . The hum of frustration in his throat came from the barrier of their clothes.

Olivia was in heaven feeling his tongue challenging hers with the taste of the scotch he had earlier. She wanted that strong body of his on her, the taste and the scent of it. Fitz's hands were getting restless going under her dress to her panties. He felt her thong was damped with her wetness and that made him devour her mouth even more aggressive. Olivia filled up a long time fantasy of hers to run her hands through his curls, making him moan in her mouth. He pulled her up on the hold of his Mercedes and the box she explored minutes ago fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Olivia jumped back on her feet, fixing her dress in panic. Fitz needed a moment to compose himself.

"There goes your theory!", he smiled trying to avoid the awkwardness that filled up the garage.

"Well...you seem sexually deprived, that's for sure!", she snapped at him feeling angry at her own lack of control. She got back to snooping around the box.

"I don't know, Livvie. My sensors could tell you a thing or two about our little make out session." His body was still on fire and Fitz wasn't even trying to hide his obvious erection.

She was silent. She just looked at the box.

"Cat got your tongue?!", asked Fitz. "Why don't you tell me what you're looking for so I could help you find it? You know, four eyes, better than two, all that jazz."

"Why don't you go back there and continue to make googly eyes with that fake blond friend? She sure would enjoy it!"

She started to throw things from the box frantically.

"It's not here! Damn it!", she yelled.

"What's not?!", he was confused.

"The annex!", she blurted out, then covered her mouth with hand. "Never mind!"

"Annex?! Olivia, what the hell are you talking about?!", he was annoyed.

She couldn't avoid it anymore. She sighed.

" The annex of my grandfather's will."

"Clark wrote an annex?!", Fitz was truly shocked.

"Yes."

"But why it isn't at his lawyer? The will was read months ago."

"I don't know Fitz, but it isn't, I've checked. Maybe he put it on a side somewhere to re-read it again."

"How do you even know it exists?", he was confused.

"Because your grandma saw it!"

"Really?!"

"Really! Fitz, enough with the 3rd degree!", she was getting anxious, "Clark had a large portion of the land in Vermont which he wanted to protect, turn it into a wildlife refuge. But, he didn't put it in his will. If I don't find that annex, that land will be turned into a land mine!"

"I know", said Fitz remembering the arguments about it, "But Clark wanted that..."

"No he didn't!"-Olivia was back in his space fuming with anger. "Family knew that he wanted to protect the land with me, but they are refusing to do so because it isn't acknowledged in a will. Pope Oil has destroyed the entire population of sea turtles in the Mexican Gulf with a oil spill. Do you remember those headlines, Fitz?! Not to mention those miles of destroyed sea coast. That accident changed my grandfather. He didn't want something like that happening ever again!"

He looked at her completely mesmerized. He loved how passionate she was about the environment, about life itself. He especially loved how good she felt in his arms. But this was not a subject to discus now. She was upset.

"I remember that accident very well. Clark insisted that Pope Oil pays for a complete cleaning of polluted areas. It cost you over ten million dollars that year."

She moved away from him disgusted. Ice was beaming through her eyes.

"Livvie?"

"Thanks for an economic disaster reminder, Fitz! I almost forgot about it."

She took her grandpa's photograph and went towards the garage door.

"I forgot things like that from time to time. Thanks for the dinner. It was delicious."

Then she walk away, leaving him speechless.