AN: Had some free time this afternoon and an idea came to mind for this fic, so here you have it. Enjoy! Review at the end, please…

In a moment of vulnerability, self-seeking pleasure and want, she reached out a slender hand and grabbed the battery-operated contraption from the top drawer of her nightstand. Settling against the soft fluffiness, a cocoon of crisp white sheets and down filled covers; she allowed her mind to drift to thoughts of him as she turned on the device. The deep baritone sound of his voice, crooning in her ears whenever they communicated from miles apart. She memorized how deep it sounds when he just woke or when he was trying to seduce her into a rendezvous over FaceTime. The mere thought got her juices flowing as she ran the tip of her vibrator between her sodden folds. Her mind conjured images of his face, as he would stare intently into her eyes, a tact to strip away her outer layers to get to her inner core. His eyes, a molten combination of gray and blue would study every intricate detail about her. She grew to love the way he stared at her like she was the only woman in the world, at least the only woman that he desired.

Her skillful hand pressed the vibrating contraption against the tip of her clit, jolting her forward. Her orgasm was getting closer. The warming sensation was already flowing throughout her body as the pace of her wrist increased. With her free hand she squeezed and teased her taut nipples in untimely intervals, which spurred her on and the memory of his thick lengthy member fisted within his hand carried her the rest of the way. Her hand movements jerky, combined with the winding rhythm of her hips and the image of a man that she found unbelievably, incredibly, irresistibly sexy pushed her over the precipice. Eyes shut tight, darkness only to be seen, as her body tensed at the incredible feel of her orgasm coursing through her. Her walls convulsed around themselves, her essence flowed out as her quim continue to quiver. The vibrating bullet still on and pressed into her engorged bud prolonged the sensation. In that moment she allowed herself to be audible, appreciating the self-satisfying relief. It was much needed.

When her climax had ended, she allowed her arms to fall freely to her side and released the tool of pleasure onto the bed as she tried regulating her breathing, eyes still closed. Without demanding her body fell into slumber.

Annoyance seeped through her like a cat getting wet when she heard her phone ringing on the nightstand. Blindly, she grabbed it and swiped to answer the disturbance. "Hello…" she grumbled.

"Hey Livvie," she heard his deep voice and sexy accent. One of the things she loved about him.

"Hi…" she trailed, trying to sound more alert.

"Did I wake you?" He queried.

"Fitz, what kind of stupid question is that? " she teased, squinting her eyes at the alarm clock on her nightstand that displayed the time as 6 AM in glowing lights.

He chuckled. "You're right, I guess. Do you want me to call back?"

"No, no, no." Olivia tried not to sound too eager but failed miserably. She wasn't going to allow their 5 hours time difference to prevent her from talking to him. Since coming back from England two months ago, this has been their communication. Each had to compromise a little bit of sleep at times, neither complained.

Exhaling deeply, she began pushing up her body into a seated position with her back against the bedhead when her hand accidentally pushed on her trusty sex toy. Immediately, she began blushing as memory from the previous night's activity came flooding back to her psyche.

"I miss you," she whispered, a bit absentmindedly, playing with the mauve colored toy with her right hand.

"I miss you too," he countered. Silence fell.

"So, how's your day going so far?" Olivia asked, returning to the conversation after her mind had finished wandering.

"Really good," she could hear the beam in his voice.

She smiled. "How's the weather over there?"

"Eh, not bad. A bit of sunshine and clouds."

A disruption came in the sound of her intercom buzzer.

"Hold on a sec for me, please…" she said quickly. She turned on the bedside lamp, light automatically illuminating the room as she made her way to answer the buzzing sound.

"Good morning, Roger," she spoke into the intercom with a smile, addressing the older gentleman that served as the doorman of her apartment suite overnights.

"Good morning, Ms. Pope, you have a visitor," his prim voice returned. Olivia lowly groaned, wondering who could be visiting her so early in the morning.

Before Roger could disclose who it was, she asked in a haughty tone, "Who is it?"

"A gent by the name of Fitzgerald Grant."

Flabbergasted, she murmured, "huh?" Roger repeated his name.

"One second, Roger." Olivia said before returning her cellphone to her ear.

"Fitz?"

She heard his grin coming through the phone.

Ignoring his humor, she inquired, "are you downstairs in the lobby right now?"

"I am. Surprise!"

Without addressing his revelation she pressed the talk button on the intercom and in a chipper voice requested, "You can let him up. Please."

"Ok, Ms. Pope. You have a good morning."

"You too, Roger." Cellphone still attached to her ear, she began speaking to Fitz again. "I can't believe you're here. Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would've made proper preparation. It doesn't matter though, because you're here. I'll see you when you get up."

He chuckled, "I'll see you very soon."

She sighed aloud after ending her mile a minute rambling when the call ended.

Swiftly moving through her apartment, she began picking up discarded pieces of clothing, shoes and paper that lay on various surfaces before moving to her bedroom and dragging on an olive green spaghetti strap dress without a bra and undies. She moved to the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, applied a dime size amount of toothpaste on it before making her way to the white throne to relieve herself while brushing her teeth. She had to multitask, as he would reach her high-rise apartment on the twentieth floor within a few minutes. Cleansing herself with some feminine wipes, she discarded them into the toilet before flushing. After that, she rushed to the bathroom sink and finished brushing her teeth and washing her face and hands before running towards her bedroom to pull on a pair of clean panties.

When she was just about done, the ringing of the doorbell started chiming. As she made her way in front of the closed door she tilted her body to the right of it, a final check in the half circle mirror. "Shit!" she muttered, pulling off of the forgotten headscarf that was keeping her two twists intact. With deft fingers she quickly loosened them before running her fingers through her hair to fluff out her curls. With a quick shake of her head she was ready.

Inhaling deeply, she exhaled and opened the door. There he was in the flesh. After two months of phone calls, video calls, text messages and occasional mails between the two, he was finally there. Overcome with gladness and longing, Olivia launched forward and wrapped her arm around his taut neck and his automatically circled her waist, bringing her body flushed against his. They stayed like this for several seconds, a cocoon of warmth and happiness reuniting them. The past two months were both beautiful and devastating for them, a juxtaposition of building a new relationship, and also being miles upon miles apart.

"Hi," he was the first to say, planting her naked feet on the ground but kept her wrapped in his arm.

"Hi," she returned, looking up, wearing a wide grin, wider than the one on a Cheshire cat.

"Surprise…" he sang lowly, tittering.

"Is this why you weren't available to talk to me last night?" She raised an arch eyebrow at him while still smiling, chastising him for his absence from the night prior when she had to find comfort in her own hands.

"Guilty. I wanted to surprise you."

She licked her bottom lip. "Well, count me as surprised."

Fitz grinned at her before lowering his head and capturing her mouth into a searing kiss. He missed her pretty pouty lips, the softness and fullness of them, molding perfectly against his. Summoning the self-restraint of a hundred monks he tried to not devour her in the foyer. Pulling apart, he pecked her lips twice before completely pulling out of her embrace.

Nervously speaking, he said, "Well, since I've notified you of my presence in the city I must go and check into my hotel. I have a car waiting curbside."

Olivia looked at him as if he had grown an extra head. Then it dawned on her that he didn't want to impose on her, albeit they decided to be exclusive with each other.

Boldly, she suggested, "You can stay with me."

Fitz studied her intently for a few seconds; blue gray eyes piercing into whisky colored orbs, looking to see if there was hesitancy and found none.

"Are you sure? I don't want to overstep my bounds-"

"You're not overstepping anything," she interrupted with a wide smile. "Please… stay, for me," she pouted, batting her eyelashes. He chuckled and fused their lips together in a short kiss.

"Ok, if you insist. I'll go get my luggage," he conceded, smiling.

"Don't worry, I'll have Roger send it up. Come in." And he did. In the meantime she went to the intercom secured on the wall and relayed her request for his luggage. When she was finished she and Fitz walked to her kitchen.

Fitz sat with the cup of tea she had made for him between giant palms, recalling how on impulse he had bought a four-day ticket to New York. He didn't understand what about Olivia that made him sometimes act without rational thought, sometimes the urge to be with her was so strong that it made him…made him… buy a ticket and cross the globe to see her, on a whim. One minute he was working on one of his latest projects in his home office and the next he was looking for plane tickets online. He was quite smitten by the vivacious, smart, intelligent, talented and sexy woman. He could go on and on with well-matched praising adjectives, as the past two months afforded him much inside knowledge on the Olivia Pope

Looking over the rim of his bright orange mug he studied her natural beauty, free of makeup and much else. She was as radiant as the sun, her brown skin aglow in the wake of the morning. The slinky fabric of her simple jersey styled, knee length dress hugged her curves and also showed off her braless state. His mouth ran dry. It was too soon to be feeling such strong urges so he tried to combat it.

"I can't believe you're here. In my home," her warm, friendly voice broke his reverie.

He smiled and took a sip of his hot beverage. "Get used to it for four days."

She moved around the kitchen island to come on his side. Instead of occupying the barstool next to his, she moved her body between his jean cladded legs. "I'm so glad you're here," she spoke sincerely in a soft tone. His heart constricted inside of his chest at her genuine words and inviting presence. It was refreshing that she played no games and so did he. They were both very straightforward with their thoughts and emotions, always keeping the other in loop as best as they could. It worked spectacularly for them, harmonizing them from miles away.

Wordlessly, he returned the hot mug onto the pristine white surface before enveloping her into his arms, consuming her lithe body in his much larger frame, inhaling her unique scent that was ingrained in his memory.

A moment or a lifetime passed, neither could decipher, Fitz broke their reunion when he said, "I'm tired. Can we go to bed?"

"Of course," Olivia quickly said and led him to her master bedroom.

With only a minor interruption at 8:30 when she texted Quinn, her assistant she was taking a sick day, Olivia slept contentedly uninterrupted inside of the arms of the man she was falling in love with. It wasn't until around 10 that morning that his lazy kisses trailing down her back alerted her to consciousness. Smiling, she stretched out her limbs languidly before turning around and facing him. His handsomeness took her breath away. He had stripped down from his classic black jeans and long-sleeved gray Henley shirt that he normally wore bunched around his muscular forearm. He traded those in for a white T-shirt and his black boxer brief. Delectable. It was the only word she could think of when staring at him.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" his question, more of a statement broke her daze.

She smiled reservedly.

"Especially, when you try to be modest," he detailed with humor.

"I guess you're not too bad yourself," she teased. It was at that moment she knew she fucked up. In one quick-thinking movement Fitz pounced on her and pinned her down underneath his body without applying his full weight. Instantaneously, he began a tickle fest on her. Olivia was screaming bloody Mary while laughing loudly as he continued his assault. Her body writhed beneath him, seeking reprieve without success. Eventually, he let up and stopped his assault.

Pulling completely out of his arms, she began rolling towards the edge of the bed, opposite of him. "I'm not playing with you!" she pouted, speaking in a childlike voice.

Fitz chuckled and followed her to the end of the queen-sized bed. "I'm sorry…"

"No, you're not," she threw back at him.

"I really am."

She shook her head. "I don't believe you." The closer he got to her the farther she scooted away until she was at the very end with nowhere else but the floor to go.

"Go away!" She gestured with her hands for him to pull back.

"Not before you accept me apology. I'm very sorry, Olivia." He pouted also, using his boyish charm to sway her.

"Emm mmm," she shook her head again.

Fitz made a move towards her and that was when he suddenly felt a soft thing vibrating underneath his thigh. He yelped.

Alarmed by his panic she sat upright, watching with widen eyes as Fitz retrieved the vibrating bullet and turned it off with a quick push of his thumb. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit… She mentally chided herself. In haste she had forgotten all about it and left it to hide in the ocean of sheets upon Fitz' arrival.

With bated breath she watched as Fitz studied it intently with a mischievous grin splayed across his chiseled face.

"Is this what keeps you company?" He asked suggestively and Olivia blushed. She closed her eyes and counted to ten but when she opened her eyes, he was staring at her expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"Maybe…" she confirmed after a beat.

"Mmm…" Fitz continued to study the two-speed ergonomic design, vibrating toy. "So, you were having fun without me?" He feigned offense. His tone got deeper, she observed.

A bit tongue-tied she only smiled and gulped when Fitz began crawling over to her.

The small device still wedge between his index and thumb finger of his right hand, he asked, "does it satisfy you?"

Olivia made a straggled sound between a moan and a giggle. The situation was both amusing and arousing to her.

Thrusting out his hand with the toy, he implored, "show me." Simple words. Not so simple request.

Olivia's heart skipped a beat at his invitation, nervous and aroused. Lodged between the sexually confident woman and the shy lover who hadn't been naked for a man in over a year. This man.

"For me." He used her words back on her. "I promise I won't touch. Only watch."

Her heart lunged forward in her chest, the feel of her essence already soaking her undies. A quick glance to his lap showed the telltale sign of his arousal. The atmosphere grew thicker as lust and something else filled it. Want. Need…Desire.

She licked her lips and took a steadying breath as she reached out to grab the device from him.

"For you..."

Fitz scooted back to give her space to move her body into a comfortable seating position. He stayed lying on his side as he watched her pulling her legs up to her chest, exposing the baby pink silk underwear that was already wet on the seat. Biting his lips to prevent himself from growling, he settled for an intake of air.

Olivia was beyond aroused and this time she didn't have to educe images of him to feel so. He was there in the flesh with hungry eyes feasting on her soul. Finally done with pushing her dress up to gather around her waist, she pulled her panty to the side, exposing her full lower lips. Her center pulsed, already stimulated without so much as a touch. Turning on the self-pleasing contraption - well, not so self-pleasing in that moment as she had an audience of one. She lowered it to her entrance and began massaging the area in small circles. The electrifying feel of the low vibration and Fitz' blazing eyes elicited small moans from her slightly parted lips.

He watched, unblinking and unmoving at her very careful, purposeful movements. A part of him was mad that she was having fun without him and another painfully, unbelievably aroused. He was hard, straining against the fabric of his boxer brief as he watched her grow wetter and wetter…

Now, her legs were wider apart, one hand spreading her lower lips while the other held the small gadget, the direct cause for her moans and breathy sounds as she continued to please herself. It was sensual. He watched with shallow breaths as her moans become louder and her hands moved faster overtime – the speed also increased. He knew she was getting close and he was one second away from lunging forward and latching his mouth onto her center to drink of her sweet nectar, but he couldn't. He promised that he would only watch and that was all he was going to do.

"Oh God… Oh God…" Olivia began panting. "I'm cum…ing…" she cried aloud when her orgasm hit her intensely, causing her legs to tremble in the process.

At that precise moment, Fitz watched the silky substance exit her in a gush and he bit his lip again, feeling his cock twitch simultaneously. Her scent was very potent, powerful and vigorous. And, all he wanted was to ravish her completely and wholly, not sparing a single inch of her.

Finally collecting herself Olivia reopened her eyes and saw him, like a lion with self-control, waiting to pounce on his prey after he had gotten his consent. It was at that moment she realized she would do anything for him. With an assured hand she beckoned him forward.

An: What you guys think? Hopefully, you like this assertive Liv who isn't afraid to seek her own pleasure and also is straightforward with her feeling that is also carefree. I quite like writing her. And of our course… Mr. I will cross the ocean for you Fitz. HAHA… Leave me a review, please… What's your favorite part of the chapter?

Xoxo