AN: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and follow. This story shows completed because it was supposed to be a one shot and it no longer is. I guess I should open it since I'm writing chapters for it. Sorry for the confusion. This chapter was brought to you by S5, episode 1, Olitz goodness, yum… Enjoy!

Olivia was standing in front of the mirror putting the finishing touches to her outfit when she felt his arms wrapped around her from behind. In the oval shaped floor length mirror she regarded him through half-lidded eyes, as he began planting soft, deliberate kisses on her erogenous points on the right side of her neck.

"Wow," he breathed, the warmth of his breath caressing her supple flesh as he took in her appearance – delicately dressed in a figure hugging cinnamon colored dress with a modest V neckline.

She smiled widely taking in their reflection in the mirror. He was standing directly behind her in black dress slacks with his white button up shirt undone. "Thanks," she said.

Fitz instinctively hugged her tighter moving his arms lower to her front, zoning in on her center. "Fitz, I'm already dressed," she complained in a playful tone of voice. He continued to kiss her neck and hug her while she tried to pull away his hands from gripping her tighter. "Be careful. I need it to stay perfect," she casually chided.

Fitz stopped then and connected their eyes in the mirror, his deep baritone voice specified, "then take it off."

Olivia grinned silently and shook her head a little, without a doubt she knew what else would follow. Slowly, she reached for her zipper at the back of her dress and began to slide it down.

Fitz took that as enough clue and consent and in one swooping motion lifted her off of her feet and carried her the two feet distance to her bed.

The yellow cab pulled up to the Bronx brownstone around 7:10 PM, they were running ten minutes late due to Fitz' seduction but Olivia wasn't complaining, not one bit. She felt lighter and happier than she'd felt in a while and it all had to due with his presence. She was already thinking how sad it's going to be when he returned to England in the next two days, she didn't even want to think about it because it would only steal her joy. Shaking her head slightly she focused on the moment.

Fitz held her hand after exiting the cab and in his other hand he held a bouquet of tulips for her mother. Olivia told him that it wasn't necessary but he had insisted. Of course he would, his chivalrous disposition wouldn't have it any other way.

Standing on the doorstep of her parents' home Olivia and Fitz turned to face each other, a final moment to check on the other. "You good?" she asked, smiling widely.

Fitz took a deep breath and exhaled before answering, "yes." His voice was confident and sure. Olivia smiled and stretched a dainty hand out and rested it on his left chest to feel his heart beat. When she first touched him it was beating a little faster than normal but then her touched did something to him because it began slowing down. At that moment she looked up and saw a look on his face that was foreign to her. His eyes were shining brightly and his mouth set in a firm line, the look was intense not one of lust, she was used to that. But, this one was different and it made her heart began to beat faster.

Their moment was abruptly broken when the heavy brown door swung wide open.

"Oh. My. God…" accompanied the interruption. Olivia turned quickly and dropped her hand from his chest, only to see her baby sister standing in the doorway.

"Dili, what are you doing here?" She asked, flummoxed, thinking that only her parents would be there. She silently hoped that the rest of her siblings weren't there as that would be entirely too much for Fitz.

Her baby sister gave her a sheepish grin and a knowing look. "This is my parents house too. Hello Fitz, I'm Odilia, the princess of the family." Ignoring her sister she stretched her hand out for Fitz to shake.

"Hi, nice meeting you, Odilia," he returned with a smile. Olivia watched with bated breath as her sister's mouth fell open. She knew then and there that she was going to say something that would embarrass the both of them, and she did.

"You're so much hotter in person and your voice is so sexy. Oh my god!" Odilia fanned herself.

Olivia rolled her eyes before burying her face in her hands for a moment of reprieve, knowing he hated when people only take him at face value. He has more to offer than that.

"Odilia, don't you have a husband to go home to?"

Olivia sighed her relief at the familiar sound of her mother's chastising voice and almost laughed that her sister had the audacity to look wounded.

"Mama, you ain't gotta do me like that in front of company," Odilia whined playfully.

Carol came to the front, a woman with a similar petite built as both of her daughters, but a little on the heavier side. Fitz could see where Olivia got her looks from, as the two seem to be mirror images of each other, while Odilia slightly resembled them.

"Hey mama," Olivia leaned forward and hugged her.

"Hey sweetheart," Carol returned her embrace before pulling apart and her eyes landed on Fitz.

"Hello Fitz," she smiled, appraising him subtly with her eyes, hand outstretched for greeting.

"Good evening, Mrs. Pope, for you." He proffered his hand holding the bouquet of tulips, returning her smile and shaking her hand.

"Thank you, they're beautiful. Come in," she moved back and so did Odilia, giving them space to enter into the foyer. "Welcome to my humble abode." She said in her gentle, soothing voice. Listening to her speak was one of the many reasons her patients opened up to her. She had a way of drawing out your innermost thoughts and feelings.

"Thank you for the invite," Fitz said absentmindedly, walking behind the ladies with his hand on the small of Olivia's back.

Fitz observed the intricate placements of art on the foyer walls as they made their way to the living room on the second floor; they were mostly of an Afrocentric theme. They were beautiful, men and women of all shapes and various hues of brown.

When they arrived in the sitting area Odilia made her way over to the couch and grabbed a black handbag.

"I'm heading home to my husband," she joked, moving over to hug her mother and then to Olivia.

Olivia only smiled and shook her head. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" She didn't want her to go even though her unfiltered mouth was bound to put her in trouble again before the night was out.

"Nah… Ryan should be home soon, I just came over to be nosy," she said unashamedly.

"Damn… Dili, it wouldn't kill you to have some decorum," Olivia whispered loudly in her ear as they hugged.

She shrugged her shoulder and smiled when they pulled apart. "Blame, mama."

Carol immediately shook her head, "not me, that's all Calvin's doing. Lord knows I tried…" she exaggerated playfully and they all laughed because it was an ongoing theory that their father spoiled her. By the time she was born her parents were well into their forties so she was their baby and all the strict rules and guidelines that was set for Olivia and brothers, Owen and Omar went out the window.

Fitz looked on with a grin on his face, something about their togetherness and playfulness and realness fascinated him. The way his Livvie lit up in their presence was also heartwarming. It was another side of her he had yet to see.

After Olivia's sister had left Carol told them that Calvin was running late, as he had an appointment with a client. He was a criminal defense lawyer, recently retired but still took on pro bono cases for people in their community. As they were served wine, a cheese platter was laid out; Fitz, Olivia and Carol engaged in a very lively conversation. Carol asked Fitz questions about his education, family, upbringing, career, hobbies and other topics without prying too deeply. Fitz answered each of her questions honestly and sensibly, reciprocating the act to get a feel of who she was.

Olivia mostly looked on from the sideline fascinated at the two as they spoke on shared passions, such as their love for antique cars. Growing up Carol was deemed the tomboy of the family so her taste and hobbies often wandered outside of what deemed "for girls." However, if you saw her, your first thought wouldn't be that she loved frequenting car shows. She was fascinated with the detailing of engines, so much so that she was on her path to be an engineer but then life happened and she ended up where she was needed, a psychiatrist.

An hour went by before they heard heavy footsteps approaching the living room. They simultaneously looked up to see the tall imposing figure of Calvin Pope. Fitz immediately stood to his feet and Olivia followed after.

"Good night," the deepness of his voice rumbled as Calvin addressed the room.

Olivia moved over quickly to where he stood and hugged him tightly. "Hey daddy," she said in a singsong voice like only a young girl would.

"Hey princess# 1." He smiled, a nickname he'd given her since Odilia entered the world.

After pulling apart from her dad Olivia gently beckoned Fitz forward with a hand. "Dad, meet Fitz, my boyfriend," she said the last part shyly, although she was 33 years old.

"Nice to meet you. Calvin Pope, Olivia's father."

"Likewise, Sir." Fitz returned, shaking his hand firmly.

The evening was going well over a well-prepared dish of curried lamb, Olivia in passing had mentioned she was of Jamaican heritage and he was reminded of it. It tasted scrumptious accompanied by the flow of good conversations ebbing from around the table. So far both of her parents seem to be down to earth in nature, polite and very kind. He saw many of Olivia's qualities in them and couldn't help but to like them more.

They were in full merriments as conversation continued flowing about the differences of growing up in England versus in America. Many shared stories of laughter and of pain, those times Fitz got to see a different side of her parents. They were both passionate individuals, modern day activists who believed that when one prospers they shouldn't leave their communities and move into ones with "greener pastures." He appreciated their transparency as they spoke so passionately about the work they do to help make their environment better and to combat gentrification. Little did the duo know that they were inspiring Fitz' philanthropic heart.

As dessert was served the conversation got lighter when Calvin asked, "So how did you two meet again?"

Fitz turned to Olivia and gave her a side smile. "We met in Barbados over a year ago."

Calvin nodded as he took a scoop of his peach cobbler. "If you don't mind me asking, how are you two going to make this work? It's hard living a few states apart," he paused to look at his wife as memories of their earlier days flooded his conscience when they had their bout of long distancing. "How are you going to handle being on separate continents?"

Just when she was able to fully forget about it and live in the moment, she was reminded of the impending gloom. Olivia knew that her father was very realistic but she hoped that he wouldn't have brought logic to the dinner table; she didn't want to be reminded about their living situations.

Fitz smiled and reached out a hand to grab Olivia's underneath the table and interlocked their fingers. "I believe that people are going to do whatever they need to do, in order to make things work despite how difficult it is."

"Sometimes people gave it their all and end up failing, then what?" Calvin challenged.

Fitz understood the entendre in which he spoke. "Sometimes, they fail. Not all times."

"Are you looking to fail?"

Fitz' eyebrow shot up. "Of course not," he answered a bit defensively.

"Then what plans are you willing to make to ensure that you don't?"

"Dad." Olivia cut in, realizing that the conversation was getting intense. Fitz squeezed her hands, silently conveying that it was ok.

Looking squarely into the older man's face, Fitz answered seriously, "Whatever I need to."

Later that night before they had gathered their stuffs to leave, Olivia and her mother was in the kitchen filling a Tupperware with food for her and Fitz to take home as they had a lot of leftover. Meanwhile, Fitz and her father were chitchatting in the living room.

"He's a good one," Carol said, filling a small Pyrex bowl with curry.

"He really is," Olivia smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter with her back.

"And, he's in love with you," Carol stopped her movements to gauge her reaction. Olivia said nothing and her poker face was on so she continued. "You're in love with him too."

She smiled faintly then. After a beat, she confessed, "it all feels so sudden. We've really only known each other for two months and out of those two months we've only been face-to-face for a total of four days. It's crazy, this is crazy," she dry chuckled to herself.

"Livia," her mother walked over from the stove to touch her arm gently.

Olivia only shook her head once before bursting into tears. Carol placed the container she had in her hand onto the nearby counter and enveloped her daughter in her arms.

"Shh… It's ok," she soothed her lovingly.

"No, it's not. How are we going to survive this?"

"It's going to be hard, but it's not impossible."

Olivia felt ridiculous crying but she felt so overwhelmed with emotions that she just had to let them out. The magnitude of what they were facing smacked her in the face tonight at the dinner table. However, her mother's words resonated with her. It wasn't impossible…

On their way back to her apartment they sat quietly in the back of the cab, both in their thoughts; intertwined fingers in between their bodies physically connected them.

"Your parents are wonderful," Fitz said, breaking the silence.

"Thanks."

Silence reigned again.

"They like you."

Fitz chuckled, "…sure about that? Your dad doesn't seem to be too inclined."

She cracked a smile in the dimly lit backseat of the cab. "He does, he's just a hard ass."

Fitz chuckled.

Olivia moved closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder before exhaling. "Promise you won't hurt me," she whispered.

Fitz looked down and saw her vulnerability and it made his heart ache. "I would never dream of doing so, Livvie."

She closed her eyes and allowed the certainty in his voice to wash over and quell her insecurities.

Later that night after they'd gotten ready for bed, Fitz lay out in a pair of yellow and dark blue plaid pajamas pants watched as Olivia milled around the room in one of his white T-shirts and a pair of panties.

"Come here," he reached out a hand and stopped her from passing him for the umpteenth time.

She obliged and allowed him to guide her to the bed. Instead of making way for her to sit next to him Fitz sat up and pulled her into his lap, enveloping her in his arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice heavy with concern.

She was sitting sideways on his lap so she kept her eyes trained on the wall. "Nothing," she answered in a small voice.

Fitz released one of his arms from around her waist and took a gentle hold of her chin and turned her face to him. "What's wrong, Livvie?"

She shook her head.

"You're not being honest with me," he stated matter-of-factly.

Olivia sighed. They stared at each other for several seconds in silence.

"What are we doing, Fitz?"

Fitz gave her a befuddled look.

She continued, "We're only kidding ourselves. How are we going to make a relationship work when we are on opposite sides of the globe, in addition to our busy schedules?"

It was a fair question. He could hear the fear and sense the inner turmoil in her voice. Even her beautiful whisky colored eyes look saddened.

A few seconds passed before he spoke. "Last night, when I told you I've already fallen for you I was serious. I want you, Olivia. I want you so badly that I would be willing to only take whatever piece you're willing to offer, even though I know I won't be fully satisfied until I have all of you, every part and square inch of you. I want us, despite of the distance making it hard, I want us."

Olivia listened but the cynical part of her couldn't be appeased, she was agitated and he sensed it.

Her chin stayed captured in his firm but pliant hand, as he continued to speak, "you know what I found to be true? We, as human beings will go the extra mile for the things that truly matter to us, whether it is our careers or our personal lives. You matter to me, Olivia, and I'm in this with you and willing to go the extra mile. I know it's hard but you have to let me know that you're going to give this…us, your best shot."

Olivia heard the underlying plea in his voice and it snapped her out of her own self-worry. In that moment she was reminded that she wasn't alone in this relationship, he was putting his heart on the line just as much as she was and even slightly more.

"I'm in, Fitz. I'm going to give us my best shot," she spoke assuredly.

He smiled his relief and brought her face closer to his in order to kiss the corners of her lips. The short kisses ended with his forehead leaning against hers.

Shortly after, Liv slid down Fitz' body and occupied the spot on the left side of the bed.

"Let's play a game," she proposed, wanting to lighten up the mood.

"What game?" Fitz asked, smiling brightly at her. Her messy curly hair piled atop her head, making her look insanely adorable.

"Truth or dare?" she grinned, propped up on an elbow.

Fitz laughed. "Wow, I haven't played that since my UNI days. Ok, deal."

"True or dare?" she asked him.

"Truth."

"At what age did you lose your virginity?"

Fitz grinned before answering, "eighteen."

"Eighteen!" Olivia shrieked.

Fitz laughed at her outburst. "Something wrong with that?" he teased.

She shook her head. "No, no, it's just so rare. Why did you wait so long?"

Fitz shrugged his shoulder, "I guess I wanted my first time to be with someone special."

Olivia's eyes widened at his confession. "And was she?"

"At the time she was," he answered truthfully before clearing his throat. "Ok, you already asked me three questions, my turn."

Olivia nodded the go ahead.

"Truth or dare?"

Olivia grinned salaciously. "Dare."

Fitz began stroking his chin absentmindedly while thinking of a suitable dare. "I dare you to get naked."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "typical man," she jibed as she did what he dared, first taking off his shirt and tossing it on the floor before doing the same with the soft pink undies she wore.

Flopping back down as naked as the day she was born, unashamedly so, she asked, "truth or dare?"

Fitz wiggled his eyebrows at her before saying, "dare."

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully already knowing where he wanted the game to end. "Get naked," she commanded, trying to hide her satisfied smile. She watched as he removed his pajamas bottom, instantly baring all. It was then that she realized he was flying commando.

Fitz sat up on his elbows, his muscles defined and bicep bulged under the straining position his body was in. He had a body of a Greek god minus the lacking in the male anatomy. He was overly blessed, duly noted by Olivia, even in its flaccid state.

"Truth or dare?" Fitz questioned and Olivia pretended to think over her answer.

"Dare…"

Fitz positioned himself to lie flat on the mattress without a pillow propping his head up.

Olivia watched as his member began stirring and guessed that his dare would more than likely be sexual.

"Sit on my face," he spoke lowly and she almost choked.

"What?" She couldn't get over how sex with Fitz was so… different than with any of her previous partners; he took her to places she didn't even know existed. The union was much more than physical; it was an intertwining of souls.

Smirking, he said, "I dare you to sit on my face."

As adventurous as she was in the bedroom she'd never done that before and was a bit apprehensive.

"What?" He cocked an eyebrow at her pensive gaze.

"Nothing." She grinned, shaking her head and got up on her knees, slowly ambling over to him. There was always a first time for everything, she mused.

Fitz helped her up and got her comfortably situated with her wet center on his mouth. She was already squirming against his hot lips. The first lick had her yelping and she almost shot to the roof but his tight grip kept her in place. The feeling was something she'd never experienced before. Fitz continued the deliberate stroke of his tongue between her wet folds, making her wetter and her moans louder. Olivia braced her hands against the bed head and was contented to slowly ride on the wave of ecstasy, but that all changed when he stiffened his tongue and thrust into her opening. Immediately, Olivia felt the burning impression of her orgasm and she lost all sense of rational thoughts and coherent words.

"Fuck…" she cried as he lifted her by the ass and thrust his tongue deeper into her when he brought her back down. His nose pressed into her swollen love button as he continued to eat her out. Olivia rode his face with a dire urgency to reach the finish line. He kept up like this and she could feel the sweet sensation building, she was almost there, her walls already beginning to flutter around his tongue – and then he began humming deeply and the vibration immediately sent her over.

"Fitzzzzzzzzzzz..." she screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips continued to buck against him.

Fitz lapped up her essence as it flowed freely out of her, reveling in her unique taste.

After regaining her regular breathing pattern Olivia climbed off of his face and returned to her spot next to him.

"Truth or dare?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse from screaming.

"Dare."

"I dare you to make love to me…"

Fitz immediately covered her body with his and said, " I thought you would never ask."

She playfully rolled her eyes before fusing their lips together.

In that moment they were together and happy and that was all that mattered.

AN: Well, what do you think? Liv and Fitz got a smack of reality. It's going to be tough but not impossible. That's my motto and hope for Olitz in S5. Yes, ladies… I'm watching back Scandal after a season of not watching and 501 was glorious, from beginning to end. Anyways, hope you like the addition of her parents and her sister. How cool, they all have names beginning with an O. I'm so corny, lol. Let me know how you find this chapter by leaving a review.

In the meantime, let me fangirl over Olitz. Episode 1 was everything my shipper heart could ever want. My favorite scene of course was with them on the Truman balcony and Liv was baring her heart to Fitz. Oh man… that's some serious progression on her part. I agreed with what she was saying, although Fitz filed for divorce they can delay their coming out. My babies needed time to clean their messes, but alas that can't happen properly when someone leaked their photos. My bet is Huck I just have this feeling that he's the culprit. Anyways, I'm somewhat back into the fandom, if you want to talk Scandal hit me up on my Scandal blog: kiki-8-escandalo (lol) my regular blog is loveremains4eva.

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Until next time,

XOXO