A/N: I know I said that this would be in on Sunday, but that was before I received some nasty PMs. i've never experienced how nasty some people can be via internet PMs until this story. Wow. I'm honestly kind of surprised how much hate I received with the last chapter. I'm not making Olivia a drunkard, a whore, or a bitch. Calm down. I think more people are needing to go to Scandal Rehab than previously thought. It's okay, I need to go too. :) Anyway, on with the story.

I still don't own Shondaland or Ben Howard.

Olivia stood at her door stunned, but at the same time somehow was not surprised. She had been waiting for him to show up. As soon as he had yelled at her, he begged her with those bright blue eyes to stay, and when she had told him that all she had left was her job, he apologized. He called her too many times to count, the ring of her phone begging her to answer. She couldn't, she wouldn't. She needed a break, but she knew he would come to her. Somehow, she knew.

Olivia stepped between the threshold of her door, noticing Tom and Hal looking at her, awaiting her approval to let the President into her house, so they could do their perimeter sweep, but she couldn't. She didn't know how to let him into her house, when she was angry. The anger surging through her bones, as her heart broke one beat at a time. She looked up to his tall frame, feeling smaller around him.

"Fitz."

"Hi," he said giving her a small, apologetic smile.

"No." Fitz didn't have to say a word, the look on his face along with the small reflex away from her, like she smacked him, spoke more than anything they could say. A part of Olivia joyed in the frown on his face, while she wanted to grab his face and kiss him. She needed to take care of him, but she couldn't.

"Livvie," he begged her, taking a step closer to her. Olivia took another deep breath, tilting her head down, away from his gaze, before looking back at him, gaining her strength.

"Please," he begged once again, taking one step closer to her, their bodies almost touching. He reached down for her hand, as she stepped away from him, and opened the door for him to come in.

"I'm expecting company," Olivia said to Tom and Hal, while turning towards the President. They nodded, before taking their step in front of the door, as she closed it.

Olivia leaned against the door, one hand on the door knob, as she ached to be closer to Fitz, but not knowing how to. She watched as Fitz took off his suit jacket, draping it against the back of the couch followed by his tie. It looked like he was coming home from a long day at work, making himself comfortable, letting himself enjoy his home. Olivia shook her head, this wasn't his home. This was her home. He didn't belong here. He belonged at the White House with his wife.

"I've missed this place."

"You were here a few months ago," Olivia retorted.

"Yes, but that was too long ago." Fitz took a step closer to Olivia, grabbing her hand, looking down at her.

"Fitz, why are you here?" She pulled her hand away, stepping around him to sit on the couch.

"You know why I'm here."

"I really don't, there's nothing left to say," she curled her legs underneath her, as she watched him pace back and forth, slowly. Fitzs' hands switching between the pockets of his pants and his hair.

"There is everything to say," Fitz turned to look at her.

"There isn't. You found out that your wife is doing exactly what you were doing, but with your loyal best friend, and you got upset. There isn't much to say but that," Olivia closed her eyes for a moment as she thought of the look on his face when he yelled that he was talking to his wife. The look of hatred and anger that he swung at her, before his eyes panicked.

"Olivia."

"Thomas and Sally." Olivia looked at him, watching his face contort like she slapped him, and punched his gut.

"We discussed this, there is no Thomas and Sally here."

"There is. Sally's heart belonged to Thomas. She belonged to him. I belong to you, everything in me belongs to you. She gave up everything inside of her to be with him, and I gave up everything for you. I gave up my integrity, my hope, my everything. I've been given so many chances to leave you, to leave this behind, to be more than the President's mistress, but I haven't...I can't...but I need too."

Fitz's face was red. He looked sick to his stomach. He walked the short distance between couches, walking around the table. "There. Is. No. Sally. And. Thomas. Here." He said grabbing her hands hard, pulling her up to him. She jerked up into his arms, her body hard against his, looking up at him. Not afraid of him or his actions, but nervous of what he might say.

"Fitz, please." She placed her hands on his chest, ignoring the look of pleasure that overcame his face as she touched him, like he had found water after being in the desert for days.

"Olivia, you are not..."

A knock at the door was heard, and their heads turned towards the door. "You really were expecting company," Fitz looked down at her, and took a step back, letting her go.

"Yeah, Edison is here."

As the Senate Majority Leader's name was said, Fitz took a bigger step back, and his face became angry and hurt. "So, I say one wrong thing and you run back into his arms?"

"No. He was just there last night when I needed somebody, and he took care of me this morning."

"You slept with him?" Fitz said, back to pacing.

"No, and if I had, how is that any of your business?" Olivia said, her anger rising along with his, walking towards the door, needing to see Edison before he got suspicious. She stopped as she heard Fitz's next sentence.

"You are mine."

Let's see where this gets me. If I get too much more hate mail, I might end the story.