"Good morning." Fitz said as he rolled over and pulled Liv to him.

"A very good morning in deed." Liv replied as she snuggled further into Fitz's frame. Liv still couldn't believe that she was laying in the arms of the leader of the free world.

Liv couldn't believe that she had given something as special as her virginity to this man. It wasn't something she took lightly. For 29 years Liv had guarded it, only vowing to give herself to the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She took the vows when she was 13 during her purity ceremony, and she took that vow very seriously.

Part of Liv regretted the decision, blaming the heavy amounts of wine they consumed the night before. She wanted to wait until she was married. She believed in it with all of her heart. The other part of her however, couldn't think of man more deserving of her most sacred of gifts than the man she was falling for hard.

Liv snapped out of her thoughts as she felt Fitz's mouth kissing it's way up her body. She gasped as he parted her folds, and began another slow assault on her clit.

"Fitz... I don't know if I can go... I'm still sore from... Ooh" Liv lost her train of thought as she slid her hands into Fitz's curls. The things this man had done, was doing to her body made her feel ways she never thought possible.

Fitz looked up and Liv and smiled. Between last night and this morning's love making sessions Fitz was sure she was sore, and wanted to just take care of her. He wanted to show her that he truly cared that she felt good. Fitz went back to work as his tongue continued the slow assault on her nub. He felt Liv's body tense up, and he knew she was close.

"Relax Livvie. Let me take care of you." Fitz said as Liv tried to push his head away. Fitz grabbed on to Liv's hips and hurried his head further between her thighs as she cried out, allowing her body to give in to him fully. Liv looked stunned as Fitz got off the bed and headed into the bathroom to run a bath. She tried to stand up and follow him in, buy her legs were too weak to walk. Liv sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Fitz to come back into the room.

"What are you doing?" Liv asked as she noticed his erection still standing proudly. The fact that he wasn't try to make love to her confused and frustrated her. "Did she do something wrong? Was she really that bad in bed?" Liv wondered to herself as Fitz smiled and headed towards the closet. Fitz returned a few moments later with his clothing and set it on the bed. Liv shrieked as Fitz picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

"Fitz, what are you doing? Why did you stop?" Liv asked as Fitz began nipping at her neck. He set her down just long enough to step into the oversized jacuzzi and held out his hand, helping her into the tub.

"Livvie, what just happened wasn't about me, it was about you. I know how to restrain myself. Granted it's harder with you, but I don't want to hurt you physically or emotionally, and right now you are sore, so we soak." Fitz said as he sat and pulled Liv down with him. Liv closed her eyes and rested her head on Fitz's chest as she allowed the warmth from the water to soothe her body.

Liv gasped as she felt Fitz's hands massaging her body. She moaned as she smelled the Japanese Cherry Blossom body wash as Fitz began to wash every part of her. Fitz rinsed her clean, and they stayed there in the tub for a few moments more until the water began to cool. Fitz stood and grabbed a towel, and helped Liv out of the tub. He proceeded to dry her off before carrying her into the bedroom and laying her on the bed.

"Fitz, I love you." Liv said as she pulled him down for a kiss. "I think I'm in love with you."

"I love you too Livvie. I'm in love with you too." Fitz said as he pinned Liv on the bed beneath him. He kissed her passionately, but the kiss was tender. It was as if he was allowing his tongue to speak for him as it danced around inside of her mouth. Fitz broke the kiss after a few moments and stood up.

"Get dressed. We're going for a walk." Fitz said as he kissed Liv's lips and returned into the bathroom to hop in the shower.

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"It's so beautiful out here." Liv said as they walked down a trail Fitz had wandered down more times than he could count.

Liv loved the beauty and the seclusion of the camp, and part of her wished their time there wouldn't come to an end. Liv knew once they were in DC they couldn't carry on how they were now. They would have to remain strictly professional. It was the only way she could focus on her job and keep him safe.

"I come down this path to think. Tom showed it to me when I first took office. Not many people know about it because of the way the trees hide the opening which makes it more peaceful."

"It's beautiful." Liv said as she looked at the wildflowers that surrounded them.

"Look over there and keep perfectly still." Fitz said pointing to a family of deer grazing not too far away. She had seen deer grazing before, but never before had Liv seen a buck with his family.

"Fitz this is amazing."

"Nowhere is anything in all of Cantocin Mountain Park nearly as amazingly beautiful as you are." Fitz said, his ears turning bright red. Liv looked up at Fitz and saw pure love in his eyes. She wondered if she should talk to him now or later about their relationship and how they needed to behave once they returned to the White House.

Now, she would talk to him now.

"Fitz..." Liv said trying to muster up the courage to say what needed to be said.

"Yes sweet baby?" Fitz said as he turned and wrapped his arms around her waist. Liv stood there inhaling his masculine scent and found herself growing weak at the knees.

"I was wondering if we could watch the sun set by the river." Liv said cowering out of the moment.

"We can do anything and everything you want sweet baby." Fitz said as he began kissing Liv's neck.

Later, I'll definitely talk to him later.

They sat by the water and Liv's eyes brightened at the sight of the sun's rays dancing across the water. Fitz was too busy studying to way the sun's rays caressed Liv's skin. His heart began to swell until he felt like he was about to burst, all from looking t the woman sitting by his side. Liv looked over and saw Fitz staring at her.

"What?" Liv asked with a nervous laugh. Liv looked into Fitz's eyes and couldn't believe how gorgeous the man sitting next to her was. The way the sun was hitting him made him look far younger than his 47 years.

"Oh nothing. Only this..." Fitz said as he leaned in and began kissing Liv passionately. Liv gasped as Fitz's hand crept it's way under her shirt.

"Fitz, staaahp. What if one of the guards sees us?" Liv asked not really wanting Fitz to stop.

"Then let them watch." Fitz said as he laid Liv down and began to undress her slowly.

"Fitz..." Liv moaned, her breathing heavy with desire.

"Quiet. I want to make love to you right here and now."

"Fitz, that would be inappropriate."

"Then once again my sweet, sweet baby, we shall be inappropriate." Fitz replied as he removed Liv's shoes followed by her pants and panties and proceeded to make love to her right there by the river.

It was their last morning at Camp David and Liv woke up just before dawn. She crept around the bedroom and gathered all of her belongings trying her hardest to not wake up Fitz.

It had been a wonderful week of them talking and enjoying the grounds. They got to know more about one another, and they both found themselves falling more and more in love. Over the past week, Liv discovered that she was beginning to enjoy her love making sessions with Fitz, and her heart sank when she realized this was the end. She still hadn't had "the talk" with him, and the week passed by before she she realized what was happening.

Before we leave I'll talk to him.

Liv gathered her toiletries from the bathroom and checked the closets to make sure all of her things were packed. When she had everything, Liv closed her suitcase and tiptoed shoeless down the stairs and into the adjoining cabin to place her suitcases by the door. When Liv had everything outside, she crept up to the bedroom and tied her hair in a bun before placing her brush inside of her purse. Once her hair was finished, Liv sat at the foot of the bed and proceeded to put on her shoes.

"What are you doing? Come back to bed." Fitz said stirring out of his sleep. He sat up when he noticed Liv was fully clothed. Liv looked at Fitz trying to hide all emotions.

"Livvie, what's wrong?" Fitz asked becoming more alarmed when she failed to respond.

"Fitz, we cant do this."

"Is it something I said? Whatever it was Livvie I'm sorry. Just please come back to bed." Fitz said as he felt the air leaving his body.

"No. I can't do this Fitz. I can't protect you like... like this. I'm sorry." Liv said as she stood and turned to leave the room.

"WELL I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Fitz said feeling his heart begin to break one piece at a time. She could not be doing this. Not after what they shared this week.

"Well Fitz, you can live with it or you can fire me."

"But I can't fuck you." Fitz spat, the anger, hurt, and confusion all clear in his voice. Liv ignored Fitz's outburst and turned to walk downstairs.

Liv headed to the adjoining cabin and went inside closing the door behind her. The moment Liv hear the door latch shut, she fell to the floor crying. Never in her life had she ever hurt anyone the way she had just hurt Fitz. The look on his face made her instantly want to run back to bed and tell him she would never leave but she knew she couldn't. She couldn't protect him if her head was just as high in the clouds as his.

Fitz sat on the bed stone faced. He couldn't believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Did this week mean nothing to her at all? Was she just using him? Was this all some sick game to her? The questions were flying around in Fitz's head faster than he could keep up. Did she really just walk out on him after the week they just shared? Fitz felt the anger rising and tried his best to fight back the tears. Reaching for the closest thing he could find, Fitz grabbed the television remote and hurled it across the room where it embedded itself inside of the tv. Fitz jumped off of the bed and began tearing the room apart. Within minutes the floor was littered with broken glass from vases and sculptures that had at one point decorates the shelves of the room.

Fitz ran downstairs and headed straight for the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch. He downed the first glass, then a second, third and fourth but none of them helped.

None of the drinks returned the oxygen that was knocked out of him with her words. None of them could remove the knife that was shoved through his heart at the indifferent loom she wore as she uttered those words. None of them could un-break his heart.

Fitz threw the glass across the room and slid to the floor with the bottle in hand. Fitz nursed the bottle until it was empty, and that bottle joined the glass, a shattered pile on the floor.

Fitz stood to go after Liv, but decided against it. If this is what she wanted then he'd respect it. He wasn't happy and he planned on making that clear, but he already loved her enough to give her whatever made her happy. Fitz just wished he was what made her happy.

Fitz walked into the oval and headed straight for his bottle of scotch. The ride back to DC had been quiet. Neither he or Liv spoke a word. When they returned to the White House, they headed towards his office where Fitz said his hellos to his staff before slamming the door in Liv's face. Liv sighed and took her position at her post and remained there for her shift.

As the day went on, Liv began thinking of the week they spent together. Her heart sank as she realized the mistake she had made. She knew it was the right thing to do, and as much as she hated it, she needed to keep her distance from Fitzgerald Grant. No more laughing and joking. No more tickle wars that spawned an all night love making session, and apparently no one civil conversations. Every question she asked Fitz was answered in monosyllabic responses or asshole comments.

Fitz sat behind his desk nursing his drink trying to focus on the days tasks. He was set to host a party on a few which he appointed James in charge of overseeing since he was without a first lady.

She was supposed to become my first lady.

Fitz refilled his glass as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Fitz yelled and immediately regretted his words as he saw Liv entering the room.

Why of all people did it have to be her?

"What do you want Agent Pope?" Fitz asked, his voice full of venom.

Because it certainly isn't me.

"Fi... Mr... Preside... Sir, I am taking the, afternoon off so I can prepare for your gala tonight... Sir."

"Whatever, you can leave now." Fitz said refusing to look at her.

"Fitz..."

"You are dismissed Agent Pope!" Fitz spat before turning his chair to face the window.

Liv nodded and walked out of the oval. She kept herself together long enough to get past her men an into her car. Liv pushed the button to start her car and all of her tears came flooding out.

What have I done?

Inside of the White House Fitz was throwing tantrums left and right. Unable to take it anymore she called Cyrus. He was at her desk in record time.

"What's wrong? Who's in there?" Cyrus asked as he heard cursing coming from the other side of the oval doors.

"No one. He's in there alone."

"Get me agent Pope. I want to know what happened this week."

"I can't sir. She left already and from the looks of it, I'd say she's feeling about the same way the president sounds." Lauren said motioning towards the oval.

"Trouble in lover's paradise?" Cyrus asked as he pieced as much of the puzzle he could together on his own. There was no way he was stepping into the oval with Fitz ranting and carrying on the way he was. Especially since Fitz has been known to throw any and everything in his path.

"Trouble in lover's paradise." Lauren sighed. "Do you think we can fix this Mr. Beene?"

"I don't know Lauren but we have to try. The safety of the nation depends on it." Cyrus said rubbing the pain that was fast growing in his temples. He suddenly wondered if hiring an agent as gorgeous as Olivia Pope was in fact a smart move. He already knew the answer; it wasn't. But she was the best. Damnit, why of all people dis the one person Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III would fall in love with have to be the best?

Liv only had a few hours before she was due back at the White House and needed a friend if she was going to deal with a drunken Fitz all night. She suddenly regretted the gown that she had chosen for the event, and wondered if she should just go dressed like her men. She knew she couldn't. If she did, it would be clear she was one of his agents. Liv had bought the gold strapless floor length gown prior to them leaving for Camp David hoping to catch Fitz's attention. Big Mistake.

"So, how was your weekend at Camp David with Prince Grant?" Abby asked as she sat across from Liv at a nearby restaurant. Liv sighed and Abby saw the tears forming and knew it was bad.

Abby was the one friend she had in the world that would tell her when she was wrong and wouldn't hesitate to hurt her feelings doing so. Abby was also a friend that kept all of her deepest, darkest secrets and right now she was feeling pretty deep and dark.

"That bad huh?" Abby asked when Liv failed to reply.

"No. No Abby, this week was actually perfect." Liv said barely above a whisper. Liv hesitated a few moments and Abby sat patiently waiting for her to continue.

"This week was amazing. We talked, we laughed... We made love continuously."

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Abby asked as Liv's voice had drifted off at the end.

"We laughed..."

"Keep going."

"We talked..."

"More."

"We... made... love... continuously..."

"Holy shit! Olivia Pope is no holding her V card!" Abby yelled causing a few heads to turn.

"Shhh! Abby, I don't need the entire establishment knowing what happened." Liv spat at her friend while trying to remain as quiet as possible.

"So how was it?" Abby asked. She noticed Liv's face scrunch up and felt bad for her.

"That bad? Well he is old. Don't feel bad, most people's first time sucks. You'll find the right man and he will turn hour ass out."

"Abby, it wasn't bad. In fact he is far better... Equipped than I expected. He took his time and catered to me. He did things to my body and made me feel things I didn't know were possible."

"So what's the problem? You love him, the sex is apparently great, he's single, AND he's the leader of the free world."

"Who is also my boss. Because of that I broke it off with him this morning. I told him I couldn't protect him while lying on my back, legs spread for him and now he hates me."

"He does not."

"I hurt him Abby. He said he was in live with me. I told him I would never leave him.. But I can't, I cant keep him alive when we are both to blind to see the world evolving around us."

Abby reached out and held Liv's hand. She hurt for her friend. Clearly Liv was in and she honestly thought she couldn't have her cake and eat it too.

"So quit." Abby offered.

"Abby, I cant afford to lose this job. I just bought the penthouse, I can't quit my job to see what may or may not be. What will I do for money?"

"Re-open the OPA. I'd gladly come work with you. I'm sure Stephen and Harrison would too."

"I don't know Abby. I feel like I should at least see this through. At least until the present threat is eliminated."

"Liv, you can't beat yourself up over what happened that day. You have to forgive yourself."

Liv nodded as she stood to hug her friend before leaving.

"Thanks Abby. You're a great friend."

"And don't you forget it when you're first lady with a White House full of brats." Abby said causing Liv to laugh.

"I doubt he'll ever talk to me again, but for now things have to be this way." Liv said as she turned as walked out the door.

Liv looked at her watch and realized she only had three hours to get ready for the gala, and only three hours before she had to suffer the coldness of Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. Liv walked into her apartment and grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass as she made her way back to her bedroom to start getting ready.

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Two hours later Liv was dressed and ready to go. She did a once over in the mirror checking her hair and her makeup and said a quick prayer before walking out the door to the car that was waiting.

The entire ride to the White House, Liv came up with ways to avoid Fitz, and to easily slip out if things became too uncomfortable.

"We're here agent Pope." One of her men stated as he came around and opened the door for her. The evening was set up so Liv looked as if she was anything but secret service. The agent ushered Liv in through the double doors and joined the other agents around the perimeter of the room as Liv prepared to go inside.

Liv was deliberately late and had fortunately missed the welcome line. She slipped in virtually unnoticed and looked for her seat.

Of course. Front and center. Mental note: thank Lauren for this seating arrangement. Liv thought as she took her seat.

She hadn't been sitting more than five minutes when she felt Fitz's eyes burning a hole through her skin. She turned and saw him glaring at her. If looks could kill she'd be a dead woman. Then Liv watched as Fitz crossed the room and began flirting with a wan in the corner. Liv watched at the woman brushed her hand across Fitz's chest, how she laughed at all of his jokes, and Liv found herself growing mad. It took everything in her to not fly across the room when she saw Fitz sneaking out into a secluded hallway with the woman. Liv sat there fuming buy had no one to blame but herself. She called it off. She rejected him. She forfeited her claim to his heart, his soul, his mind, and his body.

Liv prayed for something, anything to give her an excuse to get up and make her way around the room. No sooner than she finished the thought did her reason appear. Liv looked across the room and saw the man from the sushi restaurant staring at Fitz. Liv got up and made her way through the room and was immediately stopped by none other than the most annoying woman in the world - The Vice President herself Sally Langston. Liv entertained her for a moment then excused herself as she went to look for the man. Just as she went to radio her men, a voice came over her earpiece.

"Agent Pope, we need you at the entrance. Now."

Liv raced out of the doors and down the hall and saw her men holding no other than the man from the restaurant. When Liv approached the men, one of the agents was searching the man and pulled a letter out of his coat pocket. The letter was addressed to Fitz. Liv opened the letter and saw yet another threatening note inside.

"What is your name?" Liv asked as she grabbed the man by his throat.

"Billy... Billy Chambers."

"Well Billy, it seems we need to have a little talk." Liv said before giving Billy a wind stealing blow to the gut.

"I'm not telling you anything." Billy spat at Liv. Liv laughed and gripped Billy by the balls causing him to fall to his knees.

"You will talk Billy or you can say goodbye to your nuts. Believe me, I will take great pleasure in chopping them off myself." Liv said and continued moving down the corridor.

"Whether he's an asshole or not, no one, and I mean no one messes with my Fitz." Liv mumbled to herself as she walked down the hall with the agents towing Billy close behind.