"Ah!" Olivia screamed as Fitzgerald picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, taking her upstairs.

Camp David was a dream. There was nothing but oak paneling, chintzy furniture and space, quiet and nothing but space around the two of them. They had arrived just after six in the evening, spending a romantic interlude in Marine One, cuddled and catching up. Fitzgerald vented his frustration about the legislative battles, Thump and a very uncomfortable interaction with Gen. Clark Ross. Olivia relayed her meeting with Stephen, work and how frustrating it was to lobby a bill without offering anything in return. But after a smooth and quiet trip, Olivia was looking forward to nothing but a noisy and very active evening. So much so that as soon as they had gotten in the house, they dropped their bags and had gotten to it.

"Yup, Ms. Pope, make as much noise as you want." Fitzgerald said laughing as he carried her up the last stair and into the expansive master bedroom. From her vantage point, all Olivia could see was the deep red carpeting, but when Fitz with surprising strength, tossed her onto the bed playfully, she took a moment to take it all in. The bed was large, king size, with soft pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets. There was a lovely fire place, a few leather chairs, and a flat screen television over the mantel.

"Wow, it's beautiful." Olivia said softly, looking around. Fitzgerald climbed onto the bed, kicking off his shoes.

"I know, but you do wonders yourself." He said, smiling at her. Olivia turned to look at him, her smiling expanding so wide, she did not think she could smile anymore. He looked so good.

"Well, Mr. President, you get an A for ambiance, A for charm…" She climbed on top of him, pushing him back on the bed. She sat on top of him, straddling him and feeling his ever growing excitement as she pulled off her white cashmere pullover. She could see Fitzgerald's eyes darken, almost the color of stone with lust. They shimmered, hungry for her.

His big expansive hands slowly began caressing her leggings clad thighs, firmly, yet lovingly. They took a minute to stare deeply in each other's eyes. Olivia felt lush warmth, an indescribable warmth take over her body. Her skin was fizzing with longing.

"…and A plus, plus for looking so goddamn sexy." Olivia finished huskily, leaning over and kissing him deeply. His lips were like soft, pink clouds of solace, comfort and desire. He moaned deeply as she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore the silky inner chamber of her mouth. Dear heavens.

His touch was undeniable, as his hands traveled down to her rear, grabbing each cheek firmly. She ground her hips slowly into him as she ran her antsy fingers through his hair…

The noise Olivia made when she exploded with pleasure for what had to be the millionth time was not one she was even sure humans were capable of producing. It was primal, very much like Fitzgerald's hold on her hips, which he held onto like he was gripping on with dear life.

Round for round, every single motion felt as if their lives depended on it. Her grip on the headboard was so severe, her hands were numb. Her body was dripping sweat onto the sheets as if rain was descending from the heavens.

"Oh my god…I…don't…think…" She choked out as Fitzgerald pounded into her from behind. With an almost athletic swiftness, he grabbed and turned her over onto her back, where she laid spread eagle. Her eyes had been closed the entire time. But the shock of him turning her over opened her eyes. The sight of him, naked, muscled and covered in sweat had triggered a reaction. Her stomach flipped with excitement. She felt herself gush with longing….

"You ready to give in? Have you had enough?" he asked huskily, cocking an eyebrow.

She smiled a lazy smile. A few minutes ago, sure. When she had reached climax for the infinite time. But for some reason, like a moth to the flame, she could not resist. The hunger in his eye, the heaving of his muscular chest was what she needed. She grabbed his neck aggressively, wrapped her legs around his waist, and flipped him over until she was on top.

He smirked as she straddled him. "Right back to where we started." He said breathlessly.

"Oh, believe me, baby, I'm going to finish you." Olivia said cockily as she lifted her hips and playfully rubbed her warmth against his tip, triggering him to breathe a haggard breath. His eyes rolled back into his head.

"Oh Yea-oh…God!" he grunted as she lowered herself slowly onto him, wrapping him in her silky tightness. Olivia felt herself shake slightly at the overwhelming feeling of having him fill her up again. She began pumping her hips, clenching her muscles as tightly as she could, which triggered a straggled moan from Fitz's lips. He tried to reach out and grab her hips to control the motions, but Olivia was too quick for him.

She grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the soft bed. But he would not go down without a fight. They struggled like that Olivia's teeth bared as they fought for dominance. But before he could push back any further, his body went haywire. His mouth fell open, as his brow furrowed. She rode him, hard, long and fast, generating a loud slapping noise…

"Ahh…fuuuuck!" Fitz yelled as he emptied himself into Olivia, finally giving her what she wanted. The rush of adrenaline that came with watching him climax as loudly and hard as he did built up in her own veins, building slowly from the small of her back and spreading to her lower loins, allotting her the same pleasure. She was drunk with lust, doing the only thing she could do when Fitz released.

She smacked him, hard across the face, before falling off him and onto the softness of the bed. Olivia was out of breath, but she laughed. A joyous laugh. One that Fitz joined her in.

"God!" Fitz said his voice hoarse. Olivia turned over laughing. He looked so peaceful, his face aglow with peace and satisfaction.

"I told you, it doesn't get any better, honey. I'm the best you will ever have." She said smugly through her laughter.

He shook his head, as though amazed by her. "Oh, I don't doubt that. I don't doubt that for a second."

Olivia knew. She was in love. Not the superficial kind. Not the "I love you" you said to any boyfriend after the six month benchmark when you were supposed to say it. She was head over heels, over the moon in love with Fitzgerald Grant. So much so that after an hour of the most core shaking sex she had ever had, she was still up, feeding her lover strawberries and talking.

"Mm…" He said as he bit into the succulent fruit. Olivia smiled.

"Urgh, you're such a fatso." She said playfully. But Fitz smiled at her. She knew she sounded like crap. Her voice was hoarse and was cracking with every other word.

She rolled her eyes. "Look, stop smiling at me."

"Why?"

"Because I can't scold you if you smile at me. That's the third bowl!" She said, but her voice cracked so bad, Fitz began laughing hysterically at her. Endorphins from sex had a tendency of making people act ridiculous. Because she joined in the laugher."

"Why…are. We…laughing?" She asked as she put the empty bowl on the night stand. He sat up, leaning his back against the headboard, trying to contain himself, but one look at Olivia, and he fell apart again. Olivia grabbed a pillow and hit him with it.

"Stop!" She shrieked with laughter, but on the fifth hit, he grabbed the pillow and her arm, bring her close to him. The hysterics died down. The horse play was over. She sat on his lap, leaning against his firm chest. His strong arms wrapped around her tiny frame.

"Liv."

"Mm…"

"I love you."

There it was. The three words that had popped in her head merely minutes ago. She turned to look him in the face.

"I know this is sudden, and it's only been a few weeks but I love you. I love you crazy. It doesn't make sense but I do. After tonight, I can't go back to just being the guy you date and have sex with. I can't even see myself waking up in the morning without you by my side. I love you, and I can't stop it. It feels like-"

"It all made sense? " Olivia finished, looking deep into his eyes, stroking his square jaw with her fingers. Her heart knew her head knew….

"I get it Fitz. Because, I love you too."

The morning greeted them quietly. Peacefully, they went for a jog, took a glorious shower together. They had tried to work, Olivia on her laptop, Fitz on policy through conference calls. But they were too distracted, lavishing each other with those three little words.

But the sight of Fitz shirtless, in his reading glasses being authoritative over the phone did something to Olivia that went beyond the rational. She was beyond redemption.

"Yes, but the clause about-"He stopped talking as Olivia buried her head in his neck, laying fluttering kisses on his neck. She heard him moan softly.

"Babe, I need-"

"No. I need you. Now."

"Right now? Look, I promise-"

"The country can wait." She said hungrily, pulling the phone from his ear and tossing it on the other side of the bed. She grabbed his face, locking him in a consuming kiss. But he broke away.

"Liv, that was Cyrus I was talking to, he's going to-"But she cut him off again, as they became tangled in a frenzied dance. She had to have him. The rational Olivia would have left him alone, going into the study. But the new, love junkie that had captured her soul, could not care less.

He felt so right, in between her legs, taking off his shirt from her body. She turned her head so he could kiss on her neck.

"What has gotten into you?" He asked bemused, his face flushed red from their bruising kiss.

"You."