A/N: So… me and a few pals on Tumblr (I won't name names, they know themselves hehe) have an addiction to David Gandy, a British supermodel. I mean this guy is so hot. If you don't know him then you need to go look him up before you read this chapter. Anyways, this chapter was inspired by this dude. I swear I get inspiration from anywhere. LOL. Please enjoy this chapter in the meantime I finish up on the chapters for my other stories. They're coming. Slowly but surely. :)

It was 3 PM local time when Olivia landed in the tropical paradise island of Barbados. Unfortunately for her this was not a vacation trip. At the age of 32 Olivia was a well-known fashion photographer, specializing from high editorial shoots to Covergirls commercials. This weekend she was shooting one of her most interesting subject to date, Fitzgerald Grant, a British supermodel. At the age of 35 he was taking the fashion world by storm, he was the first male model to be of athletic build rather than the usual anemic slender look. To say that she was thrilled to meet the man in question would be a huge understatement. She was also grateful and lucky to shoot the eminent bombshell supermodel Abigail Whelan who's mostly known as Abby Red.

Heading out of the Grantley Adams international airport, Olivia pushed the straps of her tote bag back onto her slender shoulders. Thankfully she didn't have to walk with much luggage other than her carryon and multicolored tote which was all the rave for the upcoming summer season. She was lucky to be gifted the designer bag before its official release date which was a month away. Olivia exited the airport and was glad that she didn't take long to recognize her assistant, Quinn. Quinn and the other members of her elite team arrived the day before her; Olivia unfortunately couldn't have travelled with them due to a personal engagement. Her baby sister was hosting an engagement celebration the night before and of course she had to be there. Family was very important to Olivia. She'd grown up in a loving home with parents that loved each other. She was blessed with one sister and two brothers. She was the second child and her sister was the youngest of the bunch. Even though they no longer lived together they still saw each other regularly.

Olivia greeted Quinn with a hug and the two hopped into the small range rover that she rented to move around the small island. As they made their way to the luxurious resort Olivia went over work related questions with her. Confident with her assistant's ability to work independently she relaxed in the passenger side of the vehicle, and soaked in the sunny weather which was a change from the cold weather New York was having.

Twenty minutes later, she checked into her suite at the Crystal Cove, one of Barbados' all-inclusive resorts. Olivia took a shower to wash off the exhaustion of the five hours flight. When she was finished she slipped on one of three maxi dresses that she brought with her. She fixed her hair, rubbed a coral lip tint on her full lips, and slipped on a pair of thong sandals before leaving her room.

Olivia walked the grounds of the resort, scoping out potential spots for the photo-shoot tomorrow. This was part of her artistic process that she normally did by herself. As a photographer she works keenly to have her subjects and background complement each other. She looked at the infinity pool that was on the northern side of the resort where the suites were. There was also a private beach in the area which would work superbly for the Dolce & Gabbana 2015 summer shoot. When she was content with the locations she will mostly be occupying tomorrow; she made sure to relay it to the resort's manager for proper protocol.

Later that evening, Olivia met up with the rest of the gang in the hotel's restaurant sampling some of the delicious local cuisines while discussing the work plan for tomorrow. Her team of four was busily talking and eating that they didn't notice the Brit walking towards the table until he was actually there.

"Good evening, Olivia and company," his English accent greeted in the most perfect baritone voice.

Olivia almost choked on her food from the sound of her name being called in the sexiest voice ever.

All of the ladies at the table were rendered speechless so Stephen, Olivia's assistant camera guy, did the talking. "Hi, Mr. Grant, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Stephen Finch, this is Quinn Perkins, Harrison Wrights and of course you know our boss, Olivia Pope." Stephen pointed in their directions as he rattled off their names.

Fitz gave them all a polite smile, "it's a pleasure to be working with you all." He spoke humbly and for that everyone was grateful. Many of the celebrities they'd worked for in the past were snobbish.

"Do you care if I join you for the evening?" He asked before anyone could reply to his previous statement. His normal travel entourage was too jetlagged to be of company. His entourage comprised of his assistant, Lauren, and his good friend Cyrus Beene, the guy who was responsible for him being a model. He was the one that entered him into a model contest without his knowledge. Fitz entered it to humor him and ended up winning. Now he was here, and he owed a majority of his success to his friend that obviously believed in his physical features to consider him for such a contest.

Before anyone else answered him, Quinn did. "Of course," her cheery voice said.

Fitz looked at the beautiful woman in the yellow and red print dress, with the most beautiful shade of brown skin he'd seen for affirmation before sitting down. Her small head nod did it for him and he occupied the empty chair that the table fortunately carried.

Olivia, ever the efficient professional, collected herself and properly greeted Fitz with a handshake. His hands were large dwarfing her petite one, and smooth, cheers to his manicurist. The waiter collected his drink of choice which was a shot of whisky. She didn't expect less from him, Fitz give off an appearance of sophistication and class. His mannerisms and words were gentlemanly.

All through the evening they got to know each other, Olivia couldn't help but hang onto every single word Fitz spoke. His deep voice and accent left her astounded. Her employees probably wondered why she was so quiet when she was normally outspoken, but she couldn't tell them that it was the effect cast upon her by the virile man seated beside her.

Olivia had seen him in magazines and on TV, she knew that he was gorgeous but she didn't realize that he was this gorgeous. His scent enveloped her nostrils, she was spellbound.

When the check was delivered they were a small quarrel on who should pay it, in the end Olivia sneakily slipped her card to the server and paid their bill. One by one her team thanked her before leaving the restaurant promising to meet up before sunrise. The best times to take pictures were when the sun wasn't fully in the sky. The light was too hard then, and it would require many manmade tools to manipulate the light and soften it. Everyone left the table except for Fitz and Olivia.

Olivia sat nervously at the table while Fitz stared at her. By now she thought he would leave. She was actually hoping he would've left with the others.

"You don't chitchat much, Olivia?" His thick accent made the O extra prominent in her name.

"I do," she replied simply with a smile.

"Oh, all evening I wondered if I did something that distressed you." He admitted, he seriously thought that he made the wrong move to interrupt their private dinner. Maybe she didn't mix work with pleasure? His worried mind questioned.

"No, of course not, you didn't do anything," she rushed to lift the worrisome burden he placed upon his shoulders where she was concerned.

He gave her a wide smile of relief, showing off his perfectly white and straight teeth. In that moment Olivia realized that he was a very down to earth guy, and with that thought she was able to relax in his presence. Olivia didn't understand why his presence was affecting her so much, after all this wasn't her first trip to the rodeo. She'd photographed many A list celebrities and she was never this anxious, but here she was with her nerves in a bundle.

They spent a few minutes talking; Olivia realized that he was quite a conversationalist. He wasn't the stereotypical airhead model that people believed to be dominant in the modeling industry. She encouraged the conversation by inputting meaningful dialogue. Her words count subtly increased when they ventured on the topic of tomorrow's shoot. She was surprised that he wanted to be in on the vision of the shoot. She provided her projections of what the shoot will look like and was glad that it was positively accepted.

The enjoyable conversation went on for a while; both parties were unaware by the time lapse until a server asked them if they needed something else to drink. Realizing that they stayed beyond their welcome, the duo got up, but not before Fitz left a few bills on the table. They made their way out of the restaurant and into the cool tropical atmosphere.

"Would you like to take a walk on the beach?" Fitz asked charmingly, not ready to end the night with his new acquainted friend, who so happened to be visually appealing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed simply talking with the opposite sex. Most of the women that flocked around him saw him as a handsome face only. While he was aware of his blessed genes he was more than his appearance. He held a Master's Degree in Humanities and a Bachelor's Degree in Social Sciences. He was an educated individual that enjoyed conversations of substance. And so far he was enjoying such conversations with the beautiful, Olivia Pope.

"Why do you think I would accept your invitation to walk with you on the beach at night?" Her voice asked boldly.

"Because I can be trusted, but you don't have to if you don't want to." His voice was low as his cerulean blue eyes bore into her chocolate brown orbs.

Olivia gave him a small smile. She weighed her options and decided to take him up on his offer. "Fine, I'll go with you. But, just so you know, I know taekwondo and I'm not afraid to use some moves on you."

Fitz laughed heartily at her threat before he countered, "I'll be sure to recall your impressive self-defense skills even though you have no need to use it around me." He lifted a long elegant finger to his temple while he said, "my mind has secured this bit of information."

Olivia gave him another smile of acceptance. She'd never come across a more impressive man in her life. He made her want to settle down and have kids, something she never desired. It wasn't that she was too career driven to care, but for as long as she'd known herself she'd never seen herself as the one to have kids and be married. She was a free spirit; she enjoyed the spontaneity of her job. She loved to travel and it was easier doing those things unattached. To her it was her life calling. She was happy and contented with whom she was, and the people in her life were also happy for her. Her parents and siblings were her source of support and they shielded her from relatives who think that her life choices were unorthodox. She didn't care what anyone had to say, but was tremendously grateful that they were people who spoke on her behalf.

Her thoughts were broken, when the charming Brit commanded her to loop her arms through his. Olivia did his bidding and together they walked down the sandy bank of Barbados.

"This is my first time visiting this tropical paradise," Fitz admitted during their stroll.

"Hmmm, I find that unbelievable for a world renowned traveler like yourself."

Fitz chuckled before he retorted, "Nevertheless, I'm grateful to be here. It's dubious sometimes that I'm even classified as a world traveler when there were days I thought I would never leave Billericay."

His humility for someone so successful was beyond invigorating. The gratitude for life can be heard in his voice. She mentally stored it away before she asked, "So what was life like before supermodel stardom?"

Fitz stopped walking and Olivia eventually did. He gestured towards the light beige grains of sand, Olivia wordlessly sat on the sand and he joined her. He was pleasantly surprised that she sat with what he assumed was her designer dress on without any beach blankets. So far they were unknowingly surprising each other by beating the stereotypes of how they should behave.

He resumed their conversation by answering her question. "I was 21 working as a waiter while putting myself through UNI. Life was tough and I worked hard, Sunday thru Sunday."

"Impressive," Olivia voiced while writing in the sand with an index finger.

Fitz let her praise float through the air for a few seconds before he asked, "What about you? Why did you get into photography?"

Olivia stopped playing in the sand and turned her attention towards him, her eyes grew starry as she replied. "I was always fascinated with fashion as a young girl. As you can tell by my height I was too short to be a model, a high fashion model in particular so I did the next best thing I could. I became a fashion photographer." Her voice was light and carefree.

"Bloody height be damned, you would've made a damn good model." Fitz quipped with a huge smile on his face.

Olivia laughed at his choice of curse word; she found it endearing but funny.

Their laughter quieted and they resumed their conversation. They talked liked old friends who hadn't seen each other in quite a bit instead of newly acquainted strangers.. Realizing that time was slowly getting by they both decided to return to their different suites.

At the door of her suite, Fitz placed a sweet kiss on her cheek before he said, "good night, Olivia."

Olivia was almost floored by the surprise kiss. She reciprocated the same sentiments with a smile instead as she was muted from his action. Slowly she retreated to the safe haven of her suite; she left the charming suitor standing outside her door.

The next morning Olivia met with her team at the pool area where they began setup for the shoot. Dolce & Gabbana's hair and makeup people were also getting themselves ready. A full complimentary breakfast spread with fruits and other breakfast foods were available for them.

"Good morning, Olivia," her new friend's voice greeted. She would be able to recognize his voice anywhere even if a hundred others were speaking at the same time.

Olivia dropped the cable wire she was working on back onto the ground before turning around. "Whoa," was the first thing that came out of her mouth. Her body involuntarily reacted at the glorious male specimen that stood before her. He was only adorned in a small white swim trunk that hid little and showed off too much. Her mouth ran dry from the sight of his sinewy muscles that covered his neck all the way down to his toes. He was the definition of a work of art. Broad expansive shoulders, slender waist, defined abs and tree trunk legs. She couldn't see his behind but she guaranteed that it was no less glorious than his other physical attributes. She silently thanked the heavens for her darker hue that hid the redness of her flushed face.

She found her tongue and cheerfully responded to him. "Good morning to you, Fitz."

Fitz internally chuckled at her obvious attempt to smooth over her earlier moment of blunder. He found her even cuter when she was flushed.

They stood awkwardly for a moment before he was called over to hair and makeup. He kept his eyes on her all the way over to the chair at the side of the pool.

Olivia shook her head and resumed her work.

"He likes you," Quinn whispered quickly as she powered walk pass her boss. She'd seen Grant staring at Olivia all morning. Whether Olivia knew it or not, she picked up that he liked her.

Olivia turned her attention to the sound of her voice but she was already gone. She shook her head and pretended like she'd never heard her.

By 9 in the morning the shoot was in full swing. Olivia and Stephen were the main photographers while Harrison and Quinn did all the background tech stuffs. They started with Abby Red shooting her around the pool lounging. While she went off for wardrobe change they shot Fitz also lounging around the pool.

Olivia had to concentrate on breathing as she hid behind the camera. His blue eyes were smoldering, intently gazing at her. He wore his signature smirk that made her heart skipped a beat.

"I think we have enough of this frame," Olivia called, and everyone broke apart and moved to setup for the next set.

Fitz made sure to give Olivia his signature smirk when he walked passed her for wardrobe change.

Olivia gave him a small eye roll while she fought the smile that was threating to emerge from her lips.

With fun music blaring in the background they continued the shoot, this time in the pool. When she thought he couldn't get any hotter, he did. Wet Fitz was a thing out of this world. His focus was on her and not the camera lens, he was making her undone. This went on for another three hours; they moved from the pool and went down to the same breathtaking beach that they walked on the night before. They took as many frames needed to properly catalogue the twenty pieces of swimwear for the Dolce & Gabbana Summer collection.

By noon, they all toasted with champagne filled flutes to a successful shoot.

"You were great today," Fitz complimented when most of the workers had packed up and left. He admired her ability to smoothly direct them throughout the entire process.

"Thank you. You and Abby did a great job too. It was easy working with veterans." She teased while she packed the last of her camera equipment up.

"Aren't you a funny one?" He rhetorically questioned.

Olivia smiled and gave him a small head tilt.

Never one for not speaking his mind, Fitz decided to bite the bullet and ask her out. They were all leaving tomorrow and he hoped he would get to spend his last night in paradise with great company.

"What are your plans for the evening?"

Olivia arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.

"Why?" She curiously inquired.

"I would love to take you out on a date."

She was moved by his boldness. She liked that he knew what he wanted and went after it head on. She believed in carpe diem, it was actually her life's motto. She seized every glorious moment that was set before her. And she had a feeling that she would do the same again.

"What time?" Her questioned surprised him. He admired her assertiveness, it made things refreshing and interesting for a change.

"Is eight ok?"

Olivia nodded her head yes. Fitz closed the gap between them and kissed her cheek softly before he muttered, "I'll pick you up at eight." He smirked as he walked away; he left her with her eyes closed.

8 PM sharp he picked her up from her suite. All afternoon Olivia tried to play it cool but internally she was freaking out. And Quinn's "I told you so's" weren't helping. Nevertheless, she was able to finish off her work and got ready by eight.

Olivia had learned a long time ago that when you're in the Caribbean your style had to be effortlessly chic. She wore another signature collection halter maxi dress in a brown and yellow color with red and brown strappy wedges. Her hair was let down her back in waves of natural curls. Fitz appreciated her look and complimented her on how beautiful she was when she stepped out the door.

The night started off at a local seafood restaurant where the most succulent flying fish and cou cou was served. They ate unhurriedly feeding each other off their plates. When they were finished eating Fitz suggested that they head to a beach party that was recommended to him by one of the resort's concierge. Olivia obliged and their driver took them to Harbour Lights.

"What are you drinking?" Fitz asked as they stood at the outdoor bar.

"I'll take a shot of Patrón."

"Two shots of Patrón please," Fitz ordered.

Olivia still felt shivers run up her spine when he spoke. She couldn't fathom how one man could have it all; the looks, the walk and the voice. God was being extremely generous the day he was born.

Shortly after, their bartender brought two shots of the tequila with two sides of limes.

"To carpe diem," Fitz raised the small shot glass in the air to make a toast.

"Carpe diem." Pleasantly surprised by his choice of words Olivia also raised her glass. They both knocked back their shots followed by the lime juice.

"One more?" Fitz asked with a boyish grin on his face. She didn't see anything wrong with having another shot, because at the restaurant they indulged in red wine so they were nowhere inebriated.

She raised one of her index fingers to him and said, "One more."

Fitz ordered another round of shot and when it arrived they downed it quickly.

"Would you care to dance?" He asked, he noticed her feet tapping in time to the music.

Olivia wasn't the world greatest dancer but she never refused the opportunity to dancer. Her mother always told her to dance like no one was watching.

"Sure," she acquiesced.

Fitz held onto her hand and led her onto the dance floor that was already flooded with tourists alike.

At first they danced with space in between their bodies, but as the minutes to Rupee's song, Tempted to Touch went by they got closer.

When the effects of the alcohol hit her it embolden her movements. Olivia wrapped both of her arms around his muscular neck and encouraged him to gyrate his hips against hers.

Fitz accepted the invitation and brought her in closer by holding onto her waist. They kept up with the rhythm of the reggae songs all night.

"From the many faces I've seen thus far, you my Olivia are by far the most beautiful."

Olivia chuckled incredulously. She thought the alcohol was getting to him like it was her.

"I'm serious," he spoke above the music. "You're quite divine. And I would be lucky to have you." The last part of his sentence was spoken close to her ears.

Goosebumps immediately filled her skin as she felt the heat rise from within. What was this man doing to me? She asked herself. Heady from his words and tipsy from the alcohol, Olivia surprised herself by tiptoeing in the middle of a dance floor to kiss a perfect stranger.

Fitz was taken aback at first but he quickly grew comfortable. He removed his hands from her waist and brought it to her head, where his fingers were tangled in her soft curls. He deepened their kiss when her mouth opened invitingly.

Olivia's hand also made their way into the curls at the nape of his neck. His tongue dueled with hers for dominance as they kissed deeply. Oxygen deprived, they both pulled apart out of breath.

She stood staring at him through glazed eyes. Her lips were bee stung; he aroused a hunger in her that she'd never experienced with past lovers. It was her turn to seize the moment.

"What do you say, carpe diem?" She asked in a seductive tone.

Fitz smiled wickedly at her before he responded, "carpe diem."

They made it back to his suite undetected by neither of their friends. Everyone else also took the time to enjoy their last night in paradise.

"Would you like something to drink?" Fitz asked Olivia from the complimentary bar.

Olivia shook her head no. "No thank you," she eventually voiced.

Fitz acknowledged her with a head nod before he moved to the iHome dock where he rested his iPhone onto the port. The minute his phone was connected to the device the classical voice of Sade's filled the room.

You're ruling the way that I move

And I breathe your air

You only can rescue me

This is my prayer

If you were mine

If you were mine

I wouldn't want to go to heaven

Fitz moved over to where she was seated on the sofa. He proffered his right hand and she placed hers in his. Sade's Cherish the Day song continued to play in the background while they indulged in another steamy kiss.

I cherish the day

I won't go astray

I won't be afraid

You won't catch me running

You're ruling the way that I move

You take my air

Olivia didn't know when it all happened but she was completely naked under Fitz. He was still fully dressed as he laid her on top the bed. Olivia's breathing was labored when he descended down her body.

Fitz inhaled the intoxicating smell of her sex; he couldn't wait to taste her.

"So beautiful," he murmured as he took in her curvaceous body. Her beautiful mocha skin contrasted beautifully against the white linen sheets.

Olivia was all moans and cries as Fitz gave her the best orgasm of her life with just his mouth. He was an experienced lover knowing his way around a woman's intimate treasure. She crooned and pealed as her hands clench and unclenched the bed sheets as he took her to heights she didn't know existed.

His mouth glistened with her essence as he found his way back up her body. He fused their lips together allowing her to taste her sweet nectar on his tongue. Fitz' hand was everywhere, from her perk round breasts to her firm ass.

She pulled away her mouth from his in frustration, and in a ragged voice she demanded, "Take off your clothes." She was fueled with lust and needed to feel all of him.

Fitz stepped back from the bed and slowly undid the buttons on his casual linen shirt, he then moved to the drawstring linen pants that he wore.

Olivia admired him in just a pair of white boxer brief. She felt like she was floating on a pillow of clouds. The entire night felt surreal. Her eyes widen when Fitz tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs freeing his erect manhood, he was impressive in both length and width.

Fitz was unbelievably hard from the night's event, to relieve some of the pressure he fisted his erection and pumped twice. Olivia watched on in a trance, her mouth slightly agape.

"Protection?"

She nodded her head yes. She watched as he moved to the adjoined bathroom, a few seconds later he came out wearing a condom.

He rejoined her on the bed lying next to her. Taking one of his hands, he cupped her face and kissed her softly. "If you don't wish to go any further, please know that tonight was probably the most magical night of my life."

Olivia batted her eyes at the sincerity of his words. In a strained voice, she replied, "me too. I...do want to go further, please, Fitz."

Her plead was all the encouragement he needed to resume their earlier escapade. On his side, he caressed her face while worshipping her mouth. He kissed her like a man holding onto life, hungrily, fiercely, longingly. Olivia met him with equal fervor. They were lost in a sea of passion that was only bequeathed to those that were brave enough to enter.

With two thick digits he tested her wetness, satisfied with the river that flowed between her lower lips, Fitz entered her from behind in one smooth, fluid motion.

"Ahhh," the sound of completion and satisfaction of having him filled her to the hilt.

Fitz allowed her time, a few seconds, minutes, to adjust to his length. From behind he cupped her breasts that were perfectly proportioned to the size of his palm. He moved in and out of her tight canal in smooth rhythmic waves. His teeth never failed to place small nips and bite on her long elegant neck. He murmured her praises as he took her to her second orgasm of the night.

If she was to die tonight, she wanted her love ones to know that she did so a happy woman, that was her thoughts as she came down from her second high. She wasn't given time to recuperate when she was thrust onto her back, and Fitz reentered her forcefully. He lifted both of her legs and placed them over his broad shoulders. He was so deep that she felt him in her lower stomach. With each thrust he made his abdomen muscles undulated.

"You're so good," she pealed as he hit her sweet spot again and then again.

Fitz' breathing was tortured as he continued to ram into her, his balls slapped against the outside of her pussy.

"So tight," he murmured in between gritted teeth. Sweat pooled on his top lip as he continued his assault on her.

Olivia's back arched off the bed as his index and thumb finger applied pressure to her engorged clit. Her walls involuntarily clamped around him indicating her impending orgasm.

"I'm about to..." She never finished her sentence; her orgasm silenced her as she came long and hard thrashing against him.

The vise like grip she held around his cock pushed him over the precipice. His body shuddered on top of her as he empty his seed into the protective barrier.

They stayed connected for a long moment before Fitz realized that he was squishing her. Olivia didn't complain as she was simply content to feel his weight pressing her into the mattress.

After they were both cleaned up, Olivia threw on his discarded shirt over her naked form and he slipped into a fresh set of underwear. Both hungry from their excursion raided the snacks bar that was available for them. They settled for locally manufactured sweet plantain chips and sparkling water before they returned to bed. Seated contentedly with their backs against the bedhead, they reveled in each other's presence.

"Tonight was pretty magnificent," Fitz voiced in between munching on the chips.

"It really was." She added dreamily.

"Will you carpe diem if we ever meet again?" Fitz asked cheekily.

"I will always seize the moment with you." She answered confidently.

Just like the first time they met each other their conversation continued to flow effortlessly. They talked and talked, and when they didn't have anything to say they expressed the unspoken with their bodies as they indulged in each other. After their third round of passionate sex their bodies drifted to sleep.

Olivia was seated in first class next to a bubbly Quinn as the airplane soared through the cerulean sky. The sky reminded her of a certain Brit supermodel that she'd photographed over a year ago in Barbados. This time she was headed on his turf, London. Olivia was secretly giddy with excitement. She wondered if the same magic would sprinkle on them like it did in Barbados. She never knows if it would. However, if it did, she won't hesitate to seize the day. Carpe diem…

A/N: Hope you wonderful readers enjoyed this! How hot is an English accent speaking Fitz? Like out of this world hot! Whoa mama! Anyways, please let me know what you thought of this one shot. And now I'm off to finish up the chapters for my other three stories. Yikes…