Fitz had not felt this good in, well, forever. His muscles were completely relaxed and his mind was clear. For the first time in a long while, he was waking up not feeling wound up with a hard-on….

He opened his eyes to a bedroom soaking in warm sunlight. It felt nice. Normally he would be hopping out of bed, getting ready for a day's work but it was Saturday. He normally went into the West Wing a little later. He turned his head toward his vintage alarm clock. It was 7:30am. Wow. He had actually slept for more than six hours. He then rolled over onto his side to see the source of his sudden Zen. Olivia was fast asleep, lying on her stomach, the white cotton sheets wrapped around her waist. Her top half remained uncovered, revealing a lovely cocoa brown back with that deep arch he loved so much.

Fitz could not help but smile. Her hair, which had been up in a tight bun last night was now a cascading waterfall of ebony waves, masking any trace of her face. He scooted over and began softly caressing her back, his fingers gliding between her silky smooth shoulder blades, putting him in a place of pure euphoria. It was strange. He normally would not do this kind of thing. He was President after all. And a part of him had been nervous last night to jump into a sexual situation with a woman who was younger than him. Particularly after Mellie. But any feelings of doubts, regrets or worry had long since left him. They had been erased with her kisses. And then there was last night.

Last night had not been about just sex, or too much wine. Last night had been lovemaking at its finest. It had been slow, intense and thorough. Neither of them had anything left to give when it was all said and done. Come to think of it, he did not even remember when he had fallen asleep.

Her skin was so soft, and too tempting. He leaned and began placing kisses on her back. She stirred slightly as he did this, a soft moan escaping from her. But when he placed a firm hand on her bottom, she sprung out of bed, kicking Fitz square in his crotch and causing him to scream in pain and tumble off the bed, landing onto his back clumsily.

His eyes began to water. The pain was incredible. He could barely breathe, let alone respond when a very sorry Olivia came running around the bed wrapped in a sheet apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know-"

"Just…stop." Fitz said through gritted teeth, trying to block out the pain.

"Can you sit up?" Fitz would laugh but it would hurt too much. She had kicked him in the nuts, not paralyzed him.

"You pack one hell of a punch. Next time, I'll wear a cup protector." He said, gingerly sitting up. He looked up at Olivia. For a brief second, his pain did not matter. Because the sight of her with wild hair, swollen lips and big round eyes, filled with horror was too much of a sight to behold.

"Um…this is really awkward, but do you want me to like, you know look at it?" Olivia said hesitantly, placing a small warm arm on his bicep. He smiled as he rubbed the water out of his eye. His loins were still throbbing with a dull pain but he could still feel the heat of potential arousal at the thought of what was under that sheets.

"Liv, I'm fine. Really." He said awkwardly. But before he could move, Olivia shoved his boxers into his arm.

"Here, if you need to get dress I can turn around?" Olivia asked, standing up as Fitz took them from her. Fitz stared at her for a second. She was very different from the strong confident woman he had met a few days ago. Or the sexy seductress who had made his night worthwhile. This woman was now an incredibly gawky bag of nerves, whose eyes were darting around the room a mile a minute.

"Liv, for the sake of all things holy, can you please calm down. And besides, there is not like there's anything you haven't seen already." He smiled as he tentatively stood up. Her mouth fell open as she looked down at him. She began looking at the ceiling to avoid looking at his privates.

"Really, Olivia? Come on!" He said amused as he put on his boxers. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, I'm new at this. I haven't sleep with many men like you before. And I would understand if you would feel some type of regret?" She said unsure, sitting on the bed. Fitz was confused. What did she mean?

"Men like what?" he asked, sitting down softly next to her.

"You know da da da-dum." She said looking at him, humming out the "Hail to the Chief" tune.

So that's why she was nervous? Because he was the President?

"Liv, you have a lot of reasons to be uncomfortable around me. Number one, you slapped me, number two, you kicked me in the nuts and number three, you have the tattoo of a star on you left butt cheek." At this she smiled, blushing slightly.

"But me being President should not be a reason for you to be nervous." He finished, placing a kind hand on her thigh. She smiled widely, pushing hair out of her face and sighed.

"I know, but come on! I just had sex with-"

"…the most powerful man in the world" Fitz finished humored. She laughed.

"That's just a political distinction, you said so yourself." She said playfully wagging her eyebrows at him.

He could not help but laugh. They stared at each other for a moment. He loved staring at her beautiful face. Every time he did, he discovered something new. Like how long her eyelashes were or how delicate her chin was. She was perfection.

"You are radiant in the morning." He said softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair out of her face. She smiled brightly and shrugged.

"Maybe, it has to do with having sex with the most powerful man in the world."

Fitz raised his eyebrows. Speaking of which, there was something that had been on his mind.

"Remember last night, I told you I had not done this in a while-"But she interrupted him by placing a loving kiss on his cheek. She gently rubbed the hand he had placed on her thigh.

"Don't worry, you're still 'leader of the free world' in that department." She said flirtatiously. He breathed a sigh of relief. Good, at least things were off to a good start. But before he could respond, a knock came at the door.

"Coming." Fitz said, but Olivia gasped.

"Don't worry; it's probably just one of my agents. They probably heard screaming and are going to check on me." Fitz got up and walked toward the door. The knock continued to get louder.

"Maybe I should get dressed?" Olivia offered. Fitz smiled back at her.

"Don't worry, it's not like they are going to come in. They are just going to ask questions, and be on their merry-"But as Fitz opened the door, he was pushed to the side. Olivia could not look any more embarrassed. Cyrus, Bill and Joyce Armstrong, his Press Secretary was filling into the room. It took a minute for his staffers to really gage how embarrassing this whole thing had been. An awkward silence had befallen the room when they saw Olivia, wrapped in nothing but a sheet, sitting on his bed. Cyrus looked from Fitz, who was clad in nothing but his boxers to Olivia horrified. Billy was doing a terrible job trying to swallow his laugher and Joyce looked as though she had seen a ghost.

"So, the rumor is true." Billy said, his handsome face breaking into a smile. Fitz rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his messy hair.

"What rumors?" Fitz asked annoyed. He really did not feel like holding a meeting with his staffers in his bedroom. He'd rather be under the sheets with Olivia right now.

Joyce looked from Fitz to Olivia and said in a halting voice. "The press is running with a story based on an anonymous tip. Apparently an African-American woman, petite, mid-thirties was seen being escorted to the White House last night, and someone who has access to the White House logs, let it loose that an Olivia Pope arrived at 6:37pm and never logged back out? People have put two and two together."

Fitz felt the blood drain from his face. He had an idea of what potential might have happened. But he was hopping for the best.

"So?" Olivia asked, standing up. Billy's eyes were bugging out of his head at the sight of Olivia in the sheets. Fitz wanted to smack the little prick.

"So this means that there is press parked outside every potential pathway out, waiting to see the president's new girlfriend taking the walk of shame." Cyrus said sardonically. Fitz could tell Cyrus was upset. His eyes were darkening and his mouth was downturned.

Olivia looked horrified. "So-So…how do I get out of here?"

Joyce ran a hand through her dark bob and readjusted her wire-rimmed glasses. "You don't. Not yet."

Fitz's brain was in overdrive. This was awful. Her first night over and already, the media had a tip.

"Okay, this is what we are going to do." Fitz said firmly. "She stays here until tonight, and then she leaves when it's really late. This time, we do it discreetly, with a decoy car. Joyce releases a press statement, saying that nothing out of the ordinary occurred last night, and the President does not choose to comment on any speculation regarding his private life. I go on about work today, and you guys get the hell out of my bedroom."

Joyce and Billy nodded approvingly, heading for the door, but Cyrus looked outraged.

"Are you kidding me?" He said through gritted teeth, pointing at Fitz menacingly. "The first night!"

Fitz closed his eyes and counted to five. He did not need this right now. "Cy, I would really appreciate this lecture when I'm fully dress. And I'm sure you could afford Olivia the same respect?" He finished. He opened his eyes and looked over at Olivia who was twiddling her thumbs with an anxious grin on her face. This whole thing must be so awful for her.

Cyrus huffed, and made his way out of the room with the two other staffers. Fitz hung his head and shook it as the door slammed closed behind them. This morning had not started the way he hoped.

"So much for being 'leader of the free world'. " She said jovially. Fitz looked up at her and smiled.

"I swear it has its perks." Fitz joked, walking over to the bed and praying to God he was right.