Sated; that was the only way to describe how I felt. Every wrinkle and kink maneuvered its way out of my body with every kiss that Fitz planted on me. Relaxation had once again become my friend, bringing sleep with it as a companion. However, my awakening was not filled with such delightful peace; rather with distant cousins known as cold and loneliness.

I stretched my arm out feeling with my fingers for his warm body and instead felt frigid and desolate sheets. I opened my eyes and quickly searched my hotel room looking for any sign that Fitz had been in my room. No socks or jeans were lying dirty on the floor. No notes were tucked under the standard hotel coffee cups. H e had just left with no goodbyes' or we'll talk later's. The only remote trace he had left was the lingering smell of his Chanel cologne. Bzzzz. I looked over at the nightstand and noticed a new phone; apparently Fitz did have the decency to leave me a replacement phone. Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.

"Pope."

"Hi dirty mistress. How was the sexed up rendezvous? According to Thorngate, I could only catch the first half, it was pretty good."

"Cyrus I am not discussing this with you. What's the situation with David?"

"James has been off with his father for the week; help a poor gay man out Livvie. The idiotic wannabe attorney general lawyer Rosen, is not behaving himself. He has made some interesting choices of company however. Your ginger BFF has also been having sexed up rendezvous with old men."

"Abby is mine… I will deal with it. When is the soonest you can get me back to DC?"

"No. You're not coming home until you and Big Fitz work things out…little Fitz doesn't count. I'll deal with bad ginger."

"Cyrus, she's a friend. I know we need to keep Defiance locked down, but enough people have been damaged beyond repair because of the choices we've made to protect what we all did. We can't keep destroying lives like this...just handle it the right way. I know she has to get hurt but try to nibble and not bite. Please Cyrus."

"Fine. Fitz has meetings until six today. Use your time wisely please and fix it already. I'll call you when I have it handled."

"I don't care what the situation is, I am leaving tomorrow Cyrus. I can't put my life on hold until he decides to forgive me. Life doesn't work that way."

"So touchy. I'll speak to Tom and makes sure a plane is on standby for tomorrow."

"No, I want it ready for tonight. I have other cases that need my attention. I doubt much will be solved tonight anyway." Click.

*Flashback*

"What the fuck did I just do…?" I thought as I frantically tiptoed around the room trying to gather my clothing as quietly as possible so I didn't wake Fitz. I did it. I slept with the Republican married presidential candidate two months before elections. I have become the other woman… oh my god…I'm a whore. I'm a slut. I'm such an evil person.

"Liv?" Fitz mumbled as he slowly woke up from his sleep.

"Hey… I was just getting dressed and about to head to my room before anyone woke up.. um but…uh…thanks…for uh…last night. It was great…exactly what I needed to uh…relieve the campaign stress. So…uh…yeah see you around…" I awkwardly stuttered as I fled from the room. Sprinting as my life depended on it I slipped into my room as threw myself on the bed. I'm a whore. I am going straight to hell. How did I get here? When did I become the person who sleeps with married men? That's not me…what am I doing? Knock, Knock, Knock.

Oh shit. I slowly walked over to my door and looked through the peep hole. There was Fitz in all of his glory with his just-fucked hair and dreamy gray eyes. If I let him in here I'm bound to jump his bones. Pretend to be in the shower Liv… I sprinted to the bathroom and turned the water on full blast. HA.

"You know Liv… If your going to pretend to be in the shower you should have it turned on before the person gets to the door."

Smart ass… Hastily I went to the door and slowly opened it.

"Hi sorry I was just about to hop in the shower. Did I leave something in your room?" Fitz pushed me aside and let himself in. "Governor Grant I don't think it would be wise for you to be found fornicating in my room at this hour, so unless I left something I think it would be best if you leave."

"Olivia Pope for the last time, while its just me and you, stop calling me Governor Grant. I'm Fitz to you. And last night wasn't a, what did you call it… campaign stress reliever? Last night was the beginning of us, you and me together." The last sentence he spoke with a wispy rasp that almost made my pants drop by themselves. "It wasn't a one night stand or a "quick fuck". Last night was real and earth shatteringly good, so please don't treat it like it was a onetime thing. Because I want more… more one minutes, more one nights, and more of me on top of one of you."

And with that last sentiment I launched myself at him throwing us both back on the bed where I immediately began stripping us both…

*End Flashback*

No. I wasn't going to go back there. Happy memories and passionate nights were gone from our relationship. Last night was a punish fuck, in which Fitz unleashed the wolf inside of him and took every bit of his anger out on my body. There was no talking or love exchanged…just pure fury and lust.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was already one. Picking up my phone I quickly called Huck.

"What did you find on David?"

"Him and Abby starting sleeping together about a week ago, it looks like he had his assistant dig up back ground checks on all of us except you. He has a detailed file on Quinn and Abby with only miniscule facts on me and Harrison. I planted a bug so I have audio and visual. He has a wall of pictures in his apartment dedicated to pictures of you, Quinn, and all or pending facts relevant to the case. He seems to be adding a little more every day. Abby has just of yesterday become involved in helping him."

"Okay. Thanks Huck. Cyrus is going to handle this but I want to know what he plans on doing. Make sure Abby doesn't get irrevocably damaged by his plan. I should be back tomorrow morning or night. Keep me posted. Also can you have a laptop sent to my room as soon as possible? I have some time to kill and I want to work. Also can you email the president's schedule for today and tomorrow?"

"Consider it handled. Also, Quinn came to my office earlier today. She was asking questions about her kidnapping and I think she should have it put together in about two and a half hours max. Do you want me to plant a bunny trail or let her find out?"

"Let her figure it out. She will come back to you with the information she finds. Tell her how you and I did it, but explain to her the why can't come right now. I'll let you decide how you want to explain that. We can't tell her about defiance ever, but this will buy us some time to come up with a different story."

"Understood." Click.