Thanks for the lovely reviews! I just want to make sure people understand that I do not hate Mellie by any means. I think she is a beautiful, very intelligent woman, but she should not be married to Fitz and she needs to see that. They are not good for each other and I think they both deserve more. That being said... only one chapter and an epilogue to go after this one!

"I can't do this anymore. I just… can't."

Fitz looked into the eyes of the woman he loved and realized that she was telling the truth – she really could not take much more.

"You're just going to give in that easily?", he questioned.

"Fitz…", Olivia whined.

Her body was sprawled out on the couch, and Fitz was on his knees on the floor in front of her. His head was buried between Olivia's quivering thighs, and the smirk on his face was proof of the delicious control he had over her body at that moment. After nearly two weeks of their busy schedules keeping them apart, Fitz had finally shown up at her door that night. They never even made it to the bedroom. He had tossed her on the couch, and her hearty laugh had been cut off the moment Fitz had lowered himself on top of her.

"I haven't seen you in weeks, I want to take my time.", the President smirked.

He was fully clothed while Olivia was completely naked in front of him. Her pajamas and underwear formed a trail from the door to the couch and her expensive cushions had been thrown on the floor, but Olivia could not have cared less. All she was focused on in that moment was the man between her thighs, giving her more pleasure than she knew how to handle.

"Fitz this is torture.", she moaned as he nipped on her bare thigh slowly.

"I love to torture you.", he growled in response.

Fitz licked his way up her thigh to her center ever so slowly, and Olivia threw her head back, readying herself for more of his sweet torture. She had been at his mercy for what seemed like forever, and he would take her to the edge but never let her fall over. Olivia squirmed, pushing herself closer to his mouth. The tip of his tongue met her swollen clit again, and she cried out loudly.

"Fitz, please… just… please…"

"What is it that you want, sweet baby.", he teased. "You'll have to tell me."

"You know what I want.", Olivia groaned, fisting both hands in his unruly curls. "Just… make it happen."

The vibrations of his laugh against her sex made Olivia's hips buck, and Fitz loved the way she was unable to control her body. He sucked on her gently, enough to drive her wild, but never quite enough for her to actually cum.

"You'll just have to come and get what you want.", he breathed against her hotly.

With a low moan, Olivia began to rub herself against his eager mouth. She felt so wanton and naughty – almost dirty – but it didn't matter anymore. Fitz met her every thrust with a sensual lick, and he knew he would have to allow her release soon because he could barely hold back himself. She was so incredibly gorgeous at that moment, and so lost in the love and lust they shared for one another, that she was truly letting go. He gripped her hips tighter and let Olivia throw her thighs over his shoulders. Fitz lifted his eyes to be able to see her face when she would finally come undone, only to find Olivia looking down at him, panting. Painfully slowly, he pushed his tongue into her sex and she cried out, cumming around it immediately. Fitz didn't slow down until he was sure she was completely spent.

"You taste so delicious, Livy."

"God…", Olivia breathed, watching him as he carefully moved her wobbly legs from around his neck.

Fitz kissed his way up her body until they were face-to-face. He kissed her thoroughly, letting Olivia taste herself on his lips. The kissed languidly until Olivia became impatient. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirts and she began undoing them one by one, until she was able to push the fabric off his broad shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him into her body, and Fitz groaned against her lips.

"Couch or bed?", he mumbled absentmindedly.

"Bed. This couch was expensive.", Olivia replied and bit his bottom lip gently.

He laughed at the implication, but stood up anyway. She felt cold and exposed immediately, but Fitz didn't let her dwell on it. He hoisted her up into his arms, and Olivia wrapped herself around him with a squeal. They made their way into the bedroom quickly, and Olivia sprawled out on the large bed while Fitz quickly undressed. He looked like a starving animal when he strutted over to her, and Olivia quickly scooted up the bed when he pounced on her. Fitz attacked her body with wild kisses, making her squirm and laugh.

"This is why you're not allowed on the couch!", Olivia squealed, getting on her hands and knees to crawl away from him.

Grabbing her waist quickly, Fitz groaned in appreciation: "I like this…"

Olivia turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. It still amazed him how someone this gorgeous and sensual could look so bashful sometimes. She was biting her bottom lip, but never made an effort to move out of the more than compromising situation. So Fitz moved closer, until she could feel his lower body pressed against her ass. He watched her fist the sheets in her hands, her entire body heaving with the breaths she took. Bending over her body, Fitz kissed a trail from the base of Olivia's neck to her sweet behind, giving the soft skin there a playful nip.

"You okay with this?", he whispered against her skin.

Olivia didn't reply, but pushed herself back into him. He didn't warn her before pushing himself deep inside of her, and she moaned loudly. Olivia buried her face in the pillow and let him pound into her over and over again. He was big and strong and his thrusts were powerful and absolutely all-consuming. There was something so arousing and sensual about the fact that she couldn't see him or touch him, and she reveled in the feeling of giving this man complete control over her body. Fitz bent down to bite her shoulder lightly, and she could feel his harsh breaths bouncing off her neck.

"You feel so good.", he groaned.

He wrapped on hand around her stomach and pulled her body up so she was on her knees, sitting backwards on his straining erection. Olivia's head dropped to his shoulder and she reached behind him to push her hand into his sweaty hair.

"Hold on to the headboard, Livy."

She did as she was told, watching her knuckles go white at the tight hold. Fitz began to move again, harder and faster this time, and she knew she would be deliciously bruised and sore the next morning. Suddenly, he grabbed her right hand and pulled it off the headboard. He brought both of their hands between her legs and allowed her to feel their connection.

"Fitz…", she cried, letting him guide her own fingers over her clit. "Baby… more…"

He did as he was told immediately, knowing that Olivia felt too good and too tight for him to hold on much longer.

"Come on, sweet baby.", he growled into her ear. "Let go."

He pushed their entwined hands against her sex roughly, feeling her fingers against his member every time he pulled out of her. Finally, Fitz felt her release. Olivia's entire body stiffened before shuddering violently, and she cried out his name over and over again. She didn't get a chance to calm herself down before she could feel Fitz spill himself deeply inside of her.

"I love you.", she mumbled as he gave her a final, tired thrust. "I love you."

He barely had the strength to lower them into the sheets, so she turned onto her back and let him fall against her. Fitz's head came to rest on her heaving chest, and Olivia stroked his scalp lovingly, calming them both.

"I'm too old for this.", he breathed against her breasts, his head bobbing up and down when she laughed. "I can't go two weeks without you and then do this."

"You are getting kind of old.", Olivia teased.

He pinched her side lightly and snuggled deeper into her body. They were quiet for a long time, and Olivia thought he might have fallen asleep on top of her. Then, she felt his lips move against her sensitive skin.

"I want to do this every day for the rest of my life."

"Do me from behind?", she asked cheekily.

His laugh was deep and hearty and oh-so-sexy. He lifted his head to look at her.

"That too.", he winked. "But I meant being with you, just… together."

"I know.", Olivia smiled sadly. "I do, too. We just need to be patient, Fitz. Just a little longer and we can start our life together, okay?"

"It's going to get harder before it gets better."

"It will, but we'll get through it."

"When did you become the one that's confident about our future?", Fitz asked, amused.

"When I had my head injured in this damn accident, I think.", she replied with a laugh. "There's something I need to tell you, by the way."

Her face fell slightly, and Fitz knew she didn't have to tell him anything positive. He scooted off her body and onto his side so they could look each other in the eyes.

"Mellie came to see me after she saw us in the Oval with Teddy."

"I am so sorry.", Fitz groaned in annoyance, smiling at her apologetically. "I'm going to talk to her. If she has an issue, she needs to come to me and leave you alone. Did she ask you to stop the divorce?"

"She did.", Olivia confirmed. "But I told her that there is nothing I can or want to do about it."

"Wow. How angry did she get?"

"I don't know if angry is the right word to describe it. I think she just… honestly doesn't know how to turn this around in her favor. I don't know if she will ever give in, Fitz."

"Let me worry about that, Liv. I'm sorry she came here, but I will make sure it doesn't happen again.", Fitz assured her. "I wish Mellie would just see that – political future or not – this marriage is not good for either one of us. I just want to be able to begin a normal life with you, Livy."

"Me too, Fitz. Me too."