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"What in the fuck has you so happy?" Harrison snarled as Olivia came whistling down the stairs with pep in her step the following more. It was extremely unlike his sister to be smiling, let alone whistling a joyous tune. Harrison's eyebrows were immediately raised at the sight.

She ignored him, opting to pour herself a glass of orange juice. Last night she had had the best sex of her life with the most amazing man. It still continued to amaze her just how well Fitz knew her body. He knew what she liked, what she didn't like, what she needed, when she was close... Olivia Pope was one happy woman indeed.

Bringing the glass of OJ to her lips Olivia tried her best to rid herself of all sexual thoughts. Although that became increasingly harder as Fitz came in from his morning run.

He was drenched in sweat, his hair of mess of wet curls, his body glistening. Olivia quickly took another gulp of her juice, trying to distract herself from the body that made her cum over and over again. It was as if Fitz was trying to get her to jump his bones in front of Harrison. The least he could have done was put on a shirt.

"I asked you a question." Harrison huffed angrily, unhappy with Olivia's nonchalant response.

"Sorry what?" Olivia said, giving him sparse attention.

"What has you in such a good mood?"

"Mind your own beeswax." She hissed causing Fitz to chuckle in the background as he took off his running shoes.

Beeswax, Fitz thought to himself with a smirk.

Harrison glared at her before picking up his breakfast and moving to the couch. "Oh and by the way the Liv, I invited girls over today, so make yourself scarce. I'm having a pool party."

"What in the hell does that mean?"

"It means go to the mall and buy yourself something nice until I say you can come back." And with that Harrison trotted off to his bedroom for a nap.

Olivia wouldn't have it, she wouldn't leave the house so half naked girls could prance around Fitz. Over her dead body a situation like that would ever occur. Harrison would have to forcibly remove her from the house, and even then she'd simply phone her parents.

"I hate him." She muttered once they were alone.

"I know." He smiled at her sweetly. "Cute pyjamas."

"I'd rather wear yours." She said lowly. Before Fitz could even manage to respond, Stephen's bedroom door flew open and he came plonking down the stairs.

"Harrison's having a pool party, wanna do a beer run with me?" Stephen asked Fitz after a glass of water.

Fitz could feel Olivia's heated gaze upon him, but he knew he couldn't continue distancing himself from them without raising any flags. "Uh sure." Fitz answered with a weak smile.

"Cool." Stephen nodded to Olivia before fixing himself some breakfast. "Man I can't believe you missed out on Miami..." Stephen said in between bites of his cereal.

"I know, such a bummer." Fitz said with a false groan as they all made their way into the living room to sit on the couch.

"The girls there..." Stephen shook his head in disbelief. "We met this chick, Alena... Fitz you would have died."

He could feel the tension in the room growing as with every passing second he knew Olivia was getting angrier and angrier. "Oh you don't say?" Fitz chuckled while giving a clearly displeased Olivia a hopeless look. He was between a rock and hard place at this point in time.

"You would have loved her, completely your type. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, flat stomach, tight little body, an ass you could bounce a penny—"

"AHEM." Olivia growled, now scowling at Stephen angrily. "Are you done?" She couldn't believe Stephen had to nerve to sit there and degrade a female in front of her.

"Sorry." Stephen said meekly. Feeling more than awkward he grabbed his bowl and quickly went to finish his cereal outside by the pool.

Once Olivia was sure both Harrison and Stephen were out of sight and hearing distance, she began. She practically pounced over to space next to him and growled. "So you like blondes?"

"What?! No?!" Fitz yelped.

"Well thats what Stephen said. You like blondes with big tits and flat stomachs and—"

"HE LIKES THAT!" Fitz shook his head. "I don't."

"So you don't like blondes?" She was now glaring at him.

"I mean... They're okay I guess."

"You guess?!"

"I don't know what you want me to say!" He spat out nervously, throwing his hands up in the air. Not even 10 am and it seemed Olivia was hungry for an early morning fight.

"Are you even attracted to me?!"

He felt like the wind had been kicked out of him. Never in his life had he felt such a strong attraction to a woman right off the bat. "Are you fucking kidding me Liv?!"

"Well are you?!" She hissed. "I'm not blonde. I'm don't have big tits. I don't have blue eyes!"

"Oh shut up." Fitz rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. This was not a discussion they were about to have.

"Where in the hell do you think you're going?!" Olivia snarled in a hushed tone due to the fact that Harrison was still inside. She followed Fitz up the stairs, into his bedroom and then closed the door behind them. "Fitz!"

"I need a shower." He said before stripping completely nude.

"This conversation isn't over!" Olivia hissed grabbing his arms before yanking him towards her, causing them both to topple onto the bed. "Fitz I want to know—"

"For the love of god Olivia shut up." He growled pinning her arms above her head. "I love you, you idiot."

Her eyes widened and for the second time in her life at the hands of this man, Olivia Pope was speechless.

"You are by far the most stunning thing I've ever seen in my entire life. You're gorgeous and you know it. You know I'm completely and totally whipped for you. So if you ever bring up that are you even attracted to me garbage again, we're not having sex for a month."

"A month?!"

"A full month Olivia. 31 days."

She nodded her head.

"Now say you're sorry for acting like a crazy person." He chuckled, releasing his hold on her arms.

"I'm sorry for acting like a crazy person.", she giggled as they both sat up straight.

"Good." He smirked.

Several flirtatious looks and bashful smiles later, Olivia caved in, "I love you too."

"I was starting to wonder if you were going to say it back."

"Well you didn't exactly romanticize the moment now did you?" She smirked playfully. "I mean I have no problem with you pinning me down or restraining me..."

"Is that so?" He said lowly, stroking a few hairs off her face. "Well in that case... How would you feel about—"

"No butt sex Fitz." Olivia shook her head before smoothing herself out and hopping off the bed.

"Olivia..." He whined, tossing himself back onto the bed. "God didn't give you that ass for you not to—"

"Go take your shower you nasty old pervert." She said charmingly before blowing him a kiss and stealthily exiting his room. A giddy smile crept across her face as she closed her own bedroom door behind her. Fitz had just said he loved her, and she was thoroughly certain that she loved him too.

Originally Olivia had casted the ginger; Eva as the dumbest one in the group. But as she sat back in a lounge chair and watched as Harrison's pool party unfolded, it was clear Kristine, was the airhead.

"So like... Do you read like... A lot of like... Books and stuff?" Kristine twirled her long brown hair around her index finger while making googley eyes at Fitz. She floated about in the shallow end while Fitz sat by the end of the pool with Harrison.

"I guess." Fitz replied with a shrug.

"What kind of books?"

"I took a decent amount of Elizabethan era literature courses, so basically Shakespeare." Fitz said with a forced smile. The mere sound of this girls voice was melting his brain. He could see Olivia smirking to herself out of the corner of his eye.

"I loooooove Shakespeare." Kristine said in a sing songey voice before taking a huge gulp out of her beer. It was obvious this girl could get drunk off a sniff of alcohol as she was now halfway done her first beer and slurring her words.

"Me too." Fitz replied before rolling his eyes and turning to Harrison who shrugged and smirked.

"So Kristine, Eva says you're a model." Harrison said charmingly.

Kristine nodded her head whilst giggling. "I model in Miami, I'm only here for a week."

"Well we'd better make the most of your time here then." Harrison gave her a sly wink which nearly brought up Olivia's lunch.

"Can someone pass me a beer?" Olivia boomed to no one in particular.

"No beer." Harrison hissed venomously. "You're underage."

She rolled her eyes, "screw you Harrison it's one beer."

"Are you 21?"

"No but—"

"Then NO BEER." Harrison turned back to Kristine, effectively shutting down the conversation.

"Fuck you." Olivia muttered before storming into house and flopping herself onto the couch.

She was in a bad mood. After seeing several drunk girls try their best to flirt with Fitz, Olivia was in a very very bad mood. She folded her arms and tuned into the TV alone. Although she couldn't blame any of them for flirting with him, it still hurt. With the TV remote in hand, Olivia decided to get lost in some cheesy and overly dramatic soap opera.

"Hey you." Fitz crept inside quietly after half an hour. He made to make sure no eyebrows would be raised about his impromptu "nap", so he waited a decent amount of time.

"Hi." She huffed and the two of them secretly made their way up to his room. "How did you get away from them?", she asked as Fitz closed the the door.

"I lied." He said a moment later his lips were on hers, hungrily fiending for her. He kissed her so hard she moaned into his mouth, making the descent backwards towards his bed. Once her legs hit the frame Fitz savagely lifted her up and tossed her on the bed.

"Someone's ansty." She teased as he climbed on top of her like a wildebeest.

"Well someone made me crazy with this little bikini they decided to wear."

When she had come outside in the most jaw dropping white bikini, he nearly exploded in his pants right then and there. If it wasn't for Harrison he would have dragged her into the pool house and ravished her for the entire neighbourhood to hear.

"I'm glad you like it." Olivia purred, biting her bottom lip.

With a second his hand had cupped her core which he could feel through the fabric of her bottoms was already wet.

"Mhm Liv." He groaned, cupping her even harder. "Are you wet for me baby?"

She nodded desperately and mewed as he finally rid her of her bottoms, flinging them to the side somewhere. Without a word he slid two fingers inside of her, watching as her face exploded with pleasure. It always amazed him just how in tune she was with his body, how she met him thrust for thrust as he pumped his digits in and out of her wet heat.

"Livvie baby." He groaned against the skin of her back, biting and kissing the skin there with all his might. The thought that she might have to go out and face people, particularly her brother slipped his mind. "So fucking tight babe oh my god. Your pussy's so fucking tight Liv."

"Fitz..." She moaned his name with the sweetest of prayers whilst slamming her head back on the pillow. Each and every time he touched her, he managed to take her on a full express train to brink of insanity. To refrain from alerting her brother and the rest of the party Olivia bit her bottom lip until she could taste blood.

Her greedy hands reached for the enormous bulge at the front of his pants, massaging and caressing him through the barrier of his trunks. It gave her great satisfaction to give him even a quarter of the pleasure he so willingly provided her with. So when her dainty hand slipped inside of his shorts, Fitz immediately growled.

"We need to stop." He said huskily, although he wanted nothing more than to continue.

"No we don't." Olivia said adamantly and flipped him over, so she was now on top. "Just be quiet."

"Liv wait what are you—" Fitz could barely get his sentence out before his trunks were disposed of and the lips he adored so much were around his throbbing member.

She moaned, knowing he watching her intently as she took him deep into the depths of her mouth, inch by inch. Running her hands up his ridiculously toned chest, her fingers locked with the chest hair she loved so much. Fitz watched in rapture as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock, only to release him to utter the eight sexiest words he'd ever heard in his life.

"I want you to cum in my mouth."

Shocked at the sheer bluntness of her words he jerked up. "OLIVIA!" Fitz fired out.

"What?" She giggled coyly, climbing up his body like a minx. Before he could get another word out she pushed him flat on his back and pressed a finger to his lips. "Stop treating me like the virgin we both know I'm not... Anymore that is." Olivia said with a sly wink.

He was speechless, her new found confidence both shocking and arousing. One thing was for sure, he liked it. Fitz closed his eyes, mumbling incoherently as she kissed her way back down his chest before wrapping her mouth back around him and bringing him to the release they both craved.

"I'm getting out of here."

He watched her as she packed her bag furiously, throwing her mountains of clothes into a few duffle bags. She moved like a hurricane, spiralling around the room with urgency and panic.

"Can you just calm down? Just for one second please?" Huck tried his best to reason with her but it was to no avail.

"CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HUCK? HE'S DRIVING AROUND THE CITY LOOKING FOR A GLIMPSE OF HER. HE'S A PSYCHOPATH."

Huck nodded his head. Charlie's obsession with Olivia had gone from worrisome to full on scary. He was now scoping the streets eyeing out for her face. He was no longer desperate, but delusional and dangerous. There was no more reasoning with him. Charlie had now gotten into his head that him and Olivia were meant to be, whether or not it was consensual.

"Quinn can you just..."

"He's a ticking time bomb. This house is stuff with powder and pills, and we've got a drug dealer who's a full on stalker psychopath soon to be rapist!"

Enough was enough, and Quinn had reached her limit. She was being to question her own safety, and that was not okay.

"Babe he's not going to hurt you."

"How long do you think we can keep saying no when he asks for her number? Or for her last name? Or your facebook account? Or your phone? Or my phone? Or her high school? Huh? The gig is up Huck. I'm getting the fuck out of here and I'm not coming back."

"Don't leave me." Huck said, for the first time admitting out loud that the two of them were in real danger.

"Come with me." Quinn said finally filling up her second duffle bag. Whatever she couldn't take, she'd have to leave. At this point her leftover clothes and shoes were the last of her worries. She had much bigger and pressing issues to deal with. She felt as if she were slowly being suffocated. She needed to get out. "Let's save ourselves while we still can."

Huck gulped as she slipped her hand in his, gripping his tightly. "Okay."

"Get your shit now. Whatever you can't take we have to leave. If we take a cab now, we can make the 11:45 train out."

Huck nodded his head before following the instructions set for him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

1:48 am

Fitz: Pool house?

Olivia: No.

Fitz: NO?! What on earth do you mean no?!

Olivia: I mean no, go away.

Fitz: What did I do?

Olivia: Nothing...

Fitz: Olivia Carolyn Pope.

Olivia: I got my period. I'm grumpy. I'm hungry. My back is killing and I can't move. My stomach is cramping up because my hot water bottle has gone cold.

Fitz: Oh.

Olivia: Oh?

She waited a full five minutes before assuming that he had just read her text message and ignored her. She hated her menstraul cycle. All this pain for not getting pregnant, she felt as if she were being punished.

Huffing and puffing to herself Olivia failed to hear the faint knock at her door only to see Fitz creep in and tip toe his way inside with a sandwich on a plate. "Hi." He chuckled, coming up to her bedside.

"Hi." Olivia gruffed out with a pout.

He kissed her forehead, placing the plate on her bedside table before gently slipping his arms around her and pulling out the hot water wedged between her and the mattress.

"What are you do think you're doing!?" She snarled at him.

"Relax." He told her. "You said it's cold, I'm going to refill it.", and with that Fitz quietly made his way into her bathroom, thankful for the en suite. He filled it up, using hot water and gauging it himself, careful not to use scolding water. A few minutes later he made his way back to a mewing Olivia where he slipped the bottle right between her again.

"Lie with your stomach on the bottle and face me." He said before crouching and down and sitting by her bed side.

She did as instructed and giggled sweetly as he fed her bites of a PB&J sandwich.

"Thank you." She murmured in between bites.

"Mhm." He smirked playfully. Within a few minutes, Fitz had fed her the entire sandwich and could see she was visibly happier. "Better?"

She was. Within the few minutes he's been in her presence, Olivia couldn't wipe the giddy smile from her face. "Cuddle me.", she replied with a nod.

Not needing any more encourage, Fitz hopped across the bed, slid in beside her and did just that. Rubbing small circles on the back he knew was aching her, he smiled. "Better now?"

"Much better." Olivia shifted her body to face him. "You make everything better."

They stayed in that embrace for hours, simply enjoying one another's company. She allowed his finger tips to massage her throbbing back, while she simply looked at him with the most adoring of eyes.

"I might actually love you." He mumbled sleepily. The realization hit him like a freight train. "Like really, genuinely, whole heartedly love you Liv."

"I might actually love you too." She replied softly. "I'm pretty certain I do."

He leaned in, tenderly pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was slow, as he slipped his tongue into the warmth of her mouth, causing her to moan and respond immediately. With her fingers in his hair, Olivia kept him as close as possible before they were both gasping for air.

"Goodnight Livvie." He chuckled lightly, kissing her forehead. Knowing he couldn't really sleep with her in that bed, he reluctantly got up. There would be a time where the two of them went to bed and woke up together, he was sure of it.

"Goodnight Fitz."

XXXXX

The vibration of her cellphone against her wooden bedside table woke Olivia shook out of her sleep. Turning her iPhone over she accepted a call from an unfamiliar number at what read 3:36 am.

"Hello?" Olivia mumbled groggily.

"Olivia? It's Quinn."

"Quinn?" Her eyebrows nearly kissed her forehead. Why on earth was Quinn calling her new cellphone at nearly 4 am. "What the hell—"

"Listen I'm calling you from a pay phone. Huck and I left, we skipped town."

"What?! Why?! Did something happen?"

"You're not safe Olivia. Charlie... He's fucking obsessed with you. It's becoming his life Olivia, you've become his life."

"Charlie? Wait what? I'm confused I haven't spoken to him in weeks—"

"He's disturbed Olivia; deeply, deeply disturbed. Huck and I weren't safe and you sure as hell aren't Olivia. He could... He could really hurt you."

She felt to throw up. Sure, Charlie had come off as creepy and overbearing. But hearing this threatened to bring up her lunch. "What... What has he said?" Olivia asked shakily.

"You're not safe Olivia. I don't have time to get into the spefifics. Huck mentioned your parents are vacationing in France, go stay with them."

"But—"

"Charlie isn't the type of person you want to make an enemy out of Olivia... He has friends. He has... You need to get out. You messed around with the wrong crowd and got in far too deep. Go to France, go shopping. Go get your hair done and do what rich girls do; this isn't for you. You call the police, his friends will come for you."

Olivia nodded her head, as much as she hated to admit it, Quinn was right. She had gone too far; she'd been stupid enough to cold drugs for Charlie, and that itself was a felony.

"What do I do?"

"You get your ass on the first flight to France. You don't tell anyone. He doesn't know your brother, he'll be fine. You leave town Olivia, and you don't come back."

Tears were now uncontrollably falling from her eyes as the thought of leaving Fitz prematurely was heart wrenching. It physically hurt even to think of it.

"Okay." Olivia replied with a broken voice as she wiped her tear covered face.

"Get out Olivia. I don't need to tell you what could happen to you if he—"

"I get it." She replied. "I understand."

"Although I never liked nor cared for you. I don't want you to get hurt, not when I can do something to stop it." Quinn said honestly. She turned to Huck who had just flagged down a taxi from the deserted train station. "Huck just got us a taxi. I have to go."

"Thank you Quinn." Olivia managed to choke out. "Thank you."

Quinn managed to crack a curt smile on the other end. "I'm hanging up now."

"Take care of yourself." The next thing Olivia heard was was a dial tone, signalling Quinn had done just that.

So this chapter may have been slightly all over the place. But its time I got this story moving! Taking a break from this story actually helped quite a bit! So shit got kinda real pretty fast. But I've been developing this Charlie storyline pretty much since the start, so it shouldn't be too shocking!

This is the last we will be seeing of Huck and Quinn so I thought to let them redeem themselves in some way and warn our girl Liv.

And yes they said I love you.

So as always leave reviews and predictions? How do we all feel about Quinn now? Like her a little bit more haha? How do we think Fitz will react to the news?

And for anyone who has something to say, I did warn that there would be angst in this story. As well as the fact that the genre clearly reads: Romance & Angst. Just to clarify :)

Until next time! x