Hello everyone. A comment that was left on this story actually alerted me to a typo I made earlier on in chapter 4. It seems I went from Mellie and Fitz going through divorce proceedings in one paragraph, to a finalized divorce in the very next paragraph due to an editing mistake. I've fought on which route I wanted to take it and decided to just say screw it. I want them divorced, you want them so I'm just going to roll with it. It's too late for me to go back and edit it now, so for future reference, Mellie and Fitz are divorced, but the public has YET to find out.

S/N - my muse for this Time Magazine photo shoot was a picture that was created by Beliskner with Olitz on the cover. The next chapter will not be based on that picture, but it was definitely inspired by it.

"Livvie you are so beautiful."

"You're just saying that because I'm naked and soaking wet, in more ways than one."

Kiss

" maybe I should do something about both of those situations."

Kiss

"What are you going to do?"

Kiss

"Any and everything under the sun."

Kiss

"Actions speak louder than words Mr. President."

Kiss

"Really? Because right now your vagina is screaming my name."

Kiss

"I guess we can tell Cy it's definitely not apolitical."

Kiss

"After he caught us going at it in this very room last year, I think he knows."

Kiss

"You know you still owe me sex on the resolute desk."

Kiss

"I know."

"Wait, you do?"

"I missed inauguration. Don't worry, I'll definitely make it up to you."

"Well in that case there's ranch sex, Camp David sex, more hotel sex because we had A LOT of that, Air Force One sex."

"We didn't have sex on Air Force One."

"That doesn't mean we can't start. We need to create new memories and defile the fuck out of every surface that is designated for the POTUS."

"Fitz, stop talking."

"Why?"

"I need you in me... Right now"

The events of the morning were constantly running through both of their minds. After Fitz had spent all night, and well into the morning professing and demonstrating his love for Liv, eating breakfast, and showering and resuming their lovemaking, they showered together, this time managing to keep it casual. They tossed on sweats and t-shirts before collapsing on the couch. Fitz had chosen Harlem Nights for them to watch and both were asleep before the infamous shooting of the pinky toe.

Fitz was the first to wake. He stood up and noticed the home was completely unpacked. He figured Abby and Quinn would have made noise, but they did say they would be there the next day. With all of the commotion with Jake, and with Liv preoccupying his time, he had forgotten to call and have someone come and unpack. Thankfully for all involved they were clothed. Fitz stood up and walked towards the kitchen. The closer he got, the more he could smell the aroma of cake batter.

"Good morning ladies." Fitz smiled as he saw Quinn and Abby busy baking everything they could think of. There were pies, cookies, strudel, apple turnovers, and now Abby was making a red velvet cake. Fitz walked over and dipped his finger in the cake batter and laughed when Abby slapped his hand.

"This is for after the interview." Abby spat jokingly.

Fitz looked around and was amazed at all of the treats the women had made.

"How long have you two been here?"

"About 6 hours." Quinn replied looking down at her watch. Apparently Liv and Fitz had been so exhausted from the extensive exercise that they didn't even here the two women enter.

"You got everything unpacked AND baked all of this in 6 hours?!"

"We're gladiators. Go hard or go home... Ew, not like that!" Abby yelled noticing the look on Fitz's face.

"Well he does go hard. Hopefully he doesn't have to go home, at least not yet." Liv added as she joined the crowd in the kitchen. Liv walked over to the counter and said nothing. She stuck her finger in the cake batter and looked at Fitz as she pressed her finger against her tongue and seductively allowed it to glide between her lips. Her eyes never left his as she savored the flavor of the batter, all while looking as if she were in the throes of passion. Fitz instantly felt himself becoming aroused and tried to think of anything to take his mind off of the sight before him.

"Why didn't you smack her hand?" Fitz asked feeling slightly neglected.

"You may be the POTUS but she is Olivia Fucking Pope. I'd rather take my chances with you. I may be her best friend and all, but even I don't want to piss off the most powerful woman in the world."

There it was again...

Liv looked at Abby who simply shrugged before shooing them out of the kitchen.

"Go, I'm sure you two can find something to occupy an hour of your time." Abby said with a wink.

They most certain can...

The interview went smoothly as the only questions that were asked mainly revolved around the campaign. There were a few questions asking how they managed to get along so well, but they were both able to keep their answers vague. Once the interview was wrapped up, and Abby and Quinn helped Liv pick out their clothes for the photo shoot the following day. After that, the women said their goodbyes, and Liv and Fitz were left alone to their own devices.

Fitz had decided once he and Liv began spending more time together, that he would purchase the flat across the hall. That way the agents could rest and he wouldn't feel so bad about keeping them out for so long. It was Tom's turn to sleep, and Liv took the chance to bring up something that had been bothering her.

"Fitz, I can talk to you about anything right?"

"Right."

"And if it's possible you'd do anything for me, right?"

"Livvie, what's going on?"

Liv took a deep breath and embraced for what could quickly become a really bad argument.

"Fitz... I... I want Tom off of your detail." Liv said. Fitz was shocked that Liv flinched as if he were going to hurt her. He was surprised at her request at first, but then realization finally set in.

"Is this about Jerry?" Fitz asked. The look on Liv's face told him he was right.

"You knew?"

"I had my suspicions, but no concrete proof. At least not until Tom came to me himself. He dropped to his knees and confessed everything in spite of what it would cost him if Rowan found out. The man is destroyed. Rowan destroyed him. I can't say I forgive him, but I can say that I understand. Tom would have never hurt Jerry if he weren't B6-13. Which is why, I decided to let him stay. He's a good man that made the same mistakes that Jake, Huck, and I made. We committed ourselves to serving this great nation and fell under the command of Rowan Pope."

Fitz watched Liv's facial expression change from one of shock, to one of anger, to one of sadness, then finally acceptance. The entire time they had been together Tom went out of his way to keep their secret except for the one time she and Fitz asked him to leak her name.

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok Fitz. I trust your judgment."

They laid down on the sofa and finished watching their movie before Fitz left for the evening. Even though they had to separate for the night, Fitz saw it as an opportunity to prepare for the next day. His plans to pamper his Livvie had been dampened by the change in the Time magazine schedule, but they weren't ruined.

Fitz thought about the way Liv would cower everytime someone mentioned Jerry's name. He realized that Liv never had the closure she needed when it came to his son. The funeral was for immediate family only, which was Liv's doing.

Friends held vigils, but because of the nature of the situation, and the united front Mellie and Fitz were trying to deliver to the public, Liv and Andrew did not attend. Fitz had a feeling that maybe if she had some sort of closure, the nightmares would cease. Only time would tell.

As the movie came to an end, both had trouble finding the right words as neither of them wanted to part ways. They engaged in a seemingly long make out session until Liv finally pulled away.

"You should go."

"I should go.

They kissed once more, and Liv walked Fitz out. She waited until the elevator doors closed to make her way back inside. Liv realized in that moment just how lucky she was to have Fitz in her life. She wasn't walking away from him ever again.

Fitz entered his bedroom and immediately stripped off his clothing. He climbed into bed and began reflecting on how he had gotten to this point.

Flashback

Fitz was finally able to return to the residence after an overwhelming day of meetings. He had Marta bring over Teddy as he hadn't seen his son in two days. It wasn't because of Mellie or Liv, but his third wife, the nation managed to take 40 of the past 48 hours away from him.

Marta entered the residence with Teddy who was over joyed to see his father. They began talking about Teddy, and Marta was even getting Fitz caught up with how Karen was doing the past two days when Marta let it slip.

"I hope you don't go too hard on Karen when she comes down to visit in a few weeks."

"Why would I? Marta, what is going on? What did I miss in just a few days?"

Marta began to tremble as she realized Fitz had no idea. She decided she had stepped in enough shit for the time being and opted to be honest with Fitz. She was one of the few White House employees that actually acted as if they valued their job.

"The headmaster called two days ago. It appears Karen was caught making out with a boy named Jeremy in his dorm room. The boy's dorms are off campus, but are under the same rules as the girl's dorms. The chaperone for the house walked in on them during bed check. A non disclosure was signed when the kids enrolled in the school so it has all been kept quiet, but the headmaster wants to meet with either you or Mrs. Grant. Of course we both know she isn't going to go. I asked her if she wanted me to go and she simply replied no. To let you deal with the mess, seeing as how Karen is the child you wanted."

Marta bowed her head, unable to face the sheer look of rage and hatred that filled Fitz's facial features.

"Can you keep an eye on Teddy for a moment?" Fitz asked. Marta nodded her head and Fitz took off running through the tunnels and over to Blair House.

Not caring about the moans and cries of pleasure coming from the room, Fitz flung the door open, separating the lovers.

"Now Fitz, we're friends and all but I'm not into threesomes." Andrew said jokingly. He decided to quiet down as he finally noticed the look on Fitz's face.

"Andrew, I need to talk to Mellie right now!"

Andrew nodded and quickly threw on a pair of pants and headed into the other room.

"Fitz what on God's green earth is so important? What did Olivia leave again? I swear that girl takes flight more than a bald eagle."

"What happened with Karen Mellie and why didn't you handle it!?"

From there Mellie and Fitz managed to call each other every name under the sun, Fitz even invented a few new phrases along the way. Finally as they both had enough, the final words spoken by both sent them spiraling back into the present.

"I WANT A DIVORCE!"

The rest of the evening planning how things would go. Mellie would remain First Lady for a year, giving Liv and Fitz time to enter a proper courtship. Mellie would retain property in Tennessee and Texas, both of which were purchased during their union as well as cars registered to her. All Grant properties including Big Gerry's mansion and the Santa Barbara Ranch would stay with Fitz as they were both in Fitz's name before they married.

Their inheritances would remain their own, with them only dividing their joint accounts. Mellie had no choice but to agree to the terms as Fitz was being more than fair. She knew he could have pulled the affair card and left her with nothing. Unfortunately for her, there was no clause about Fitz having an affair. It was after all a political arrangement. They finished sorting out the details and went their separate ways.

Even though divorces normally take months, sometimes even years to come to an end, Fitz was confident it wouldn't take that long. He always thought it was amazing what a back scratcher in the form of $50,000 could do to speed things up. There was also the POTUS factor. No judge in their right mind would ever say no to the POTUS. Especially if they have dreams of one day sitting as a Supreme Court Justice. Now all that was left was figuring out the perfect time to address the nation with the news.

Fitz smiled as he thought of how everything was beginning to work itself out. He had the woman of his dreams and pretty soon he'd be able to proclaim his love for her to the world. Fitz closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep as thoughts of his Livvie filled his head.

The Time Magazine photo shoot was finally here and Fitz was running way later than normal. As the President, he knew he could make up some excuse and people would buy it, that is everyone except Liv.

Technically, if he wanted to point fingers as to the reason behind his tardiness, he could full out blame Liv. She had filled his dreams once again, that left him with a raging hard on. It took three cold showers and a call from Mellie to calm it to the point of being able to walk straight.

"You're late."

"I brought you a banana muffin latte to make up for it."

"Fitzgerald..."

"And a an apple cinnamon danish" Fitz said as he held the pastry up as if it were a peace offering.

"Fitz, you were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago. How are you late to a photo shoot in the White House and you live here?"

"I can't help it that the woman that plagues my dreams is so damn sexy."

"Fitz..."

"The real life version is way sexier though." Fitz whispered into Liv's ear as he pulled her in for a hug.

"Fitz honey, you need to stop being so inappropriate, and you need to stop right now."

"Fine. But only if I get to be extremely inappropriate later."

"I'll tell you what. Be a good boy now, and you can be as inappropriate as you wish later. Anything you want is yours."

"Anything?"

"A-nee-thing" Liv replied as she bit her lower lip. Liv was thankful they were the only two in the room as the sexual tension that was building up couldn't be cut with a knife.

Liv and Fitz spent the next few minutes talking and "catching up" with one another. To everyone in the room it seemed like two friends laughing it up, but to Preston Anderson the photographer, there was so much more.

Preston stood off to the side, pretending to finishing setting up. In reality he was absorbing everything he could about the dynamic duo. He noticed they tried to keep some distance in between them, however they seemed more relaxed with less space between them. Liv always leaned in to Fitz when he spoke, and, leaning into her every time she opened her mouth for any reason. When they sat down he noticed how Liv's body turned into Fitz's and his did the same.

There was definitely more to these two and Preston was determined to figure out what it was. Preston walked over to the duo and introduced himself.

"Mr. President, Ms. Pope, it is truly an honor to be in the presence of you both." Preston gushed as he lifted Liv's hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. Out of the corner of his eye, Preston could see Fitz's jaw clenching up.

"My fiancé Jessie will be here momentarily and then we can begin. He is going to die when he sees this suit you are wearing Ms. Pope! GORG!" Preston noticed Liv shoot Fitz a glance and Fitz visibly relaxed after realizing Preston was gay.

Preston gave them a rundown of the locations where they would be taking pictures, and Preston was so taken by Liv's fashion sense, he decided to use her clothing instead of the wardrobe they provided. They would however be using accenting pieces from wardrobe as certain things had to match, mainly Fitz's ties and Liv's shoes.

"Ok, so if you two don't have any questions, let's get started shall we?" Liv and Fitz nodded, and Preston's eyes lit up like sparklers on the Fourth of July

Let the fun begin...