Hello again everyone. I just want to say WOW! I never thought this story would get such great feedback. I have decided to continue it and see where this leads. The other stories aren't finished, but this will hopefully help me clear my head enough to be able to focus on them. I do want to explain my reasoning for this setup and it's simple. I AM SICK OF THE WEAK OLIVIA POPE! To me having a story that requires so much vulnerability wouldn't allow for me to break away from the OP we are currently experiencing. I thought of having Liv as POTUS and Fitz being the "bodyguard" but I thought this spin would be more interesting. It is a little slow now in the beginning but it will change up hence the M rating. Thank you all so much for reading!

"OMG Fitz, don't stop... Oh my.. Yessss... Right there..."

"You like that don't you Liv? Do you want me to keep going baby?"

"Mmmhmmm"

"Say it for me baby."

"Yes.. Mr.. President!"

"Let go Ms. Pope, let me feel that delicious nectar."

"Ms. Pope... Ms. Pope... Olivia." Liv snapped out of her daydream and looked at Lauren who was standing in front of her.

"Liv, are you ok? I've been calling you for a few minutes now." Lauren said looking at Liv suspiciously.

"Um, I'm fine Lauren. What can I do for you?"

"The president wants to see you in the oval."

"Shit!" Liv thought to herself. From the moment she walked into the oval and her eyes locked with Fitz's Liv knew she was in trouble. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was definitely the type of man she wanted to know more about. But that would be inappropriate, and Olivia Pope did not do well with inappropriate situations.

"Thank you Lauren." Liv said as she adjusted her white Donna Karan pants suit and made her way into the oval office.

"Close the door behind you... Please." Fitz said as he saw her enter the room.

"Mr... President, don't you think we should leave the door open... Sir?"

"Door closed Olivia."

"Yes sir." Liv said as she did as she was asked, but stayed close to the door. The door was safe.

Liv held onto to the comfort the door provided her. Staying close to the door meant she couldn't smell his delicious cologne. Staying close to the door meant she couldn't examine how well his shirt covered what appeared to be rock hard abs. Staying close to the door meant she could fight the urge to kiss him right then and there. Staying close to the door meant she was safe from anything inappropriate.

"Liv why don't you have a seat." Fitz offered motioning towards the sofa. Liv sat as she was told but her wall raised as she found herself further away from the door. Liv looked up and noticed Fitz looking her over.

"What can I do for your Mr. President?" Liv asked feeling an aching stir between her thighs.

This man was delicious. Liv took in his hands. He had nice strong hands. Instantly she imagined them massaging her neck after a hard days work. His eyes were a perfect shade of blue with a hint of gray. Liv pictured herself being lost in those eyes for hours.

Fitz rolled up his sleeves and Liv found herself staring at his arms. His long strong muscular arms, and instantly envisioned those arms holding her after a long night of love making.

Liv looked up and noticed his hair. It was perfect. Liv knew that one touch would make her body melt. The curl, her curl, God how she wanted that to be her curl. She imagined wrapping his perfect defiant curl around her finger as they lay in beg together, their legs intertwined. This man was made for her. If loving this man wasn't considered inappropriate she'd be all over him right now. But at last it was inappropriate, and Liv fought to push the thoughts far away from her mind.

Fitz looked at her a few seconds more then stood and walked over to sit on the sofa across from her. He stood almost as quickly as he sat, and walked over to pour a glass of scotch. Truth be told he didn't want the liquor so early in the morning, he just wanted a reason, any reason to be close to her. Fitz needed to have her scent filling his nostrils once more.

As Fitz reached across Liv to pour the scotch, her head began to spin as his cologne started filling her nostrils. "God this man smells so good." Liv thought to herself as she sank back into the sofa.

"You know it's funny. You don't look like a bodyguard or a secret service agent." Fitz said as he flashed Liv a charming smile.

"No, you look like the woman of my dreams. The woman I want to raise a family and grow old with." Fitz thought and quickly pushed the thought away.

"And how does a bodyguard or secret service agent normally look?" Liv asked not wanting to become offended too quickly. Tom had warned her that Fitz often spoke before thinking when there was something that sparked his curiosity. She smiled at the fact that she sparked his curiosity.

"I don't know. Tall, male, dark sunglasses and an earpiece. Like Tom."

"Hmmm I see." Liv said. "So tell me Mr. President, would you rather I dress like my agents, or would you prefer I maintain my usual dress? You know since my role as head SSA is to keep you safe. Because for me, keeping you safe means that no one knows I am an SSA, hence the unconventional wardrobe."

"They're only secrets if no one knows about them." Fitz said putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Exactly. Now is there anything else you needed from me Mr.. President? I really should be at my post." Liv said rather uncomfortably. Maybe she was wrong for signing up for this. This man definitely didn't want her here. That thought tugged at Liv's heart and she found herself becoming unexplainably saddened at the thought. Fitz notices the shift in her mood and began to tense up.

"Wait, she cant leave!" Fitz thought to himself growing anxious at the thought of his time with her being over. "Think Fitz, think!" ran through his mind as he thought of ways to keep her close.

"Ms. Pope-"

"Liv... sir..."

"Liv, what would it take for me to be able to get out of this place for a little while?"

"Sir..."

"Just for an half hour, no more."

Liv looked at Fitz and knew he was definitely going to be trouble.

"I'm sorry sir, but you are not allowed to leave without a full security detail, bullet proof car, armed guards, two ambulances, and the press corps."

"What if I said I wanted a burger? Do I really have to go through all that?"

"Yes sir.. You do."

"You're kidding me right? What if I said I didn't want to go through all of that? Then what?" Fitz asked with a challenging look on his face.

"Then I'd suggest you order take out. Mr... President." Liv said before turning to leave the room.

Last chance Fitz!

"You don't approve of me, do you?" Fitz asked, his tone cold and judgmental.

"Disapproval's a luxury I can't afford." Liv said, trying to make her voice sound just as cold. She failed. As soon as the words left her mouth, she heard nothing but desperation. The longing, urging to just be in this man's arms.

Pull it together Liv! You need this job! Fitz stepped closer to Liv, backing her against a door.

"All gets in the way right? Don't like your emotions getting to you? Never mix business with pleasure." Fitz said. His tone wasn't cold, it was full of angst, longing to just hold this woman in his arms. Liv caught the tone in his voice and her heart sank.

Maybe she was just imagining this. Maybe she wanted this man too badly and she was hearing things in ways they weren't meant to be heard. He couldn't possibly want her. Could he? Either way it didn't matter. He was the commander-in-chief, and she was his bodyguard. Liv pushed all thoughts from her mind and opened the door, a move that flooded Fitz with sadness.

"That's right. Me keeping my emotions separate from my job keeps you alive... sir. Now, you will behave yourself. No attempting to sneak out, and no risking the welfare of the republic with your selfish desires, understood?" Liv said as she walked out the door not even giving Fitz a chance to respond.

Fitz stood there speechless. He would have fired Tom for speaking to him that way. But the orders coming from her lips sounded as if God himself had whispered them in his ear.

Feeling slightly defeated Fitz returned to his desk and continued sorting through the piles of paper work that lay in wait for him.

"This is going to be a challenge getting this woman into my arms. Well Ms. Pope, challenge accepted." Fitz thought to himself as he resumed his work day.

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"Oh Fitz that feels so good." Liv said as she wrapped her hands into Fitz's hair.

"Livvie, you taste so good." Fitz replied as he pushed Liv back down onto the resolute desk and hurried his head between her thighs once again. How he managed to get Olivia Pope naked in front of him was something he couldn't understand. He was just happy she was there.

"Say it for me Livvie. Say it just the way I like."

"Mr... President." Liv moaned as she reached her climax. "Mr... President."

"Mr. President... Mr. President... Fitz!" Lauren yelled finally snapping Fitz out of his daydream. It was clear by the tone in Lauren's voice she had been there a while.

"Sorry I was thinking." Fitz said clearing his voice and his mind.

"What is it with you people and your daydreaming today?" Lauren snapped irritated by the odd behavior she had been witnessing through the day.

"What do you need Lauren?" Fitz asked as he gathered his thoughts.

"Agent Pope asked me to deliver a message, why she couldn't do it herself is beyond me." Lauren snapped immediately apologetic for her tone. Fitz's eyes brightened at the sound of Liv's name. But why couldn't she deliver the message herself? The brightness faded as the first thought that came to his mind was he scared her away.

"What's the message Lauren?" Fitz asked not really caring at this point.

"Agent Pope said to get ready if you still want that burger. The two of you leave in five."

Maybe all hope had not been lost. Fitz jumped up and reached for his coat. Immediately he felt life returning to him once again. He decided then that he would continue this mission.

"Operation Olivia Grant is officially back." Fitz thought to himself as he walked out the door.

Fitz walked to the door and saw Liv waiting for him. She seemed tense, but he vowed to get her to relax. This would be the closest thing to a date he has had in a while, and he wanted to make a great first impression. Suddenly a burger didn't seem so special.

"Five agents, two armed guards, an ambulance, and the press secretary is my final offer." Liv said, her voice void of emotion.

"I'll take it as long as you are one of the agents." Fitz said with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Me.. Sir?"

"You are the best aren't you?" Fitz responded, his smile growing wider by the second. Liv looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity that lay there. She saw warmth, curiosity and loneliness. Liv wanted so badly to ease the loneliness, but he was after all off limits. Or was he? Liv broke eye contact and cleared her throat.

"So Mr... President, have you decided where you want this burger from sir?"

"I've changed my mind. We aren't going for burgers, you are joining me for sushi."

"Joining... You?"

"Yes, since you are supposed to be the "secret, secret service agent" you can't possibly stand with the rest of the agents. So, you will join me for lunch."

"People will talk of us dating sir."

"So?"

"Mr. President, that would be inappropriate..."

"Then let's be inappropriate." Fitz whispered into her ear and began making his way to the car that was waiting. Liv swallowed hard and prayed this wasn't a dream.