(I'm not a writer, but I think it's fun to get my ideas out there. I run a Fitz roleplay account on Tumblr and twitter. So thank you for reading and commenting. I always check to see what you guys are saying daily, and I do accept prompts.)

I've decided to explore their relationship in the trail. This is something. This will not follow how it actuall went. I'm just drabbling. If people like this, I could turn it into a story.

There she was.. Olivia Pope. She was so incredibly beautiful, and Fitz was enamored. His eyes follow her everywhere she went, and he knew what it was. Fitz wasn't stupid. He could feel his pants tightening when he watched her ass sway from side to side. She was leaning against the printer, barking ordrs at one of the staffers, and she looked so good.

He confidently stalked over to her. "Someone's alittle angry," he teased. She looked away from the staffer to turn to Fitz. "I'm not angry, Governor Grant." Fitz shot her a playful smile as the staffer used this opportunity to scurry away. He leaned against the wall just as people were filing out. "It's lunch time, Ms.Pope. Why don't you join me?" He was internally crossing his fingers that she'd agree. He knew how uptight she could be, but she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever saw. "Well Governor Grant, I- I don't," she stammered. Fitz knew she could see he that was attracted to her, and maybe that was the reason for her hesitation, but a man could dream, right? He looked at her, his sapphire eyes pleading, and filled with hope. "Okay, but only this once," she scolded. He lifted his hands in a surrendering manner. "Okay."

After walking Olivia to her office, they headed to his car. He had alot of nice cars, but he chose not to be too flashy, opting for one of his simple jeeps. He slid in the driver's seat after opening the passanger side for her.

After he switched the car into drive, and pulled away from the campaign headquarters. After driving for about 5 minutes, he decided to break the silence.

"Soooo How are you doing today?" She looked over at him with a strang expression. She looked like she was surprised he was talking to her, but also relieved.

"Things are going great, Governor. Everyone did what they needed to do today, and we made alot of headway planning-" she stopped when Fitz cleared his throat.

"Excuse me?," she asked. He chuckled at her indignant gasp. "I'm sorry for interupting," he soothed. "It's just that I'd like to talk about you," he purred. "As much as I enjoy talking about the campaign, I'd like to talk about you. We never get to spend any time together," he pouted.

Shocked, She eyed him from the passenger side. She was still trying to figure this man out. First, he fired her. After firing her, he stared at her longingly, whilst saying he'd be lucky to have her in a tone that was anything but friendly. Then, he asks her to join him for lunch alone, and is now asking to get to know her. After getting her bearings, she said: "Well, what would you like to know?" Fitz thought for a while before finally responding. "What's your favorite color?" Chuckling, she responsed: "I don't have a favorite color. I like them all." Fitz gave a small smile. He didn't know why, but her answer was adorable. "Well alright Mrs.Indecisive, we're here." The small woman playfully rolled her eyes before hopping out of her boss's sleek vehicle. "Come on Mr.Rainbow, lets go eat."

Walking next to her into the diner, he thought about how he would feel if it were a date. He knew he liked her alot, and he had to tell her before the day was over.

After taking pictures with adoring fans and giggling women, Fitz finally slid himself into the seat across from Olivia. "I'm so sorry anout that," he soothed. Peeking over her menu, she gave him a shrug. "All in a day's work, Governor Grant." Picking up his menu, he sighed "Call me Fitz." After choosing her meal, she looked up at him. "That would be inappropriate." Flashing his panty-dropping smile, he purred: "Lets be inappropriate." Raising a brow, she scoffed and waved over the the waiter. Fitz looked her up and down as she blew him off. He thought she was so hot, and he knew he was flirting, but he couldn't help it. After ordering thier food, they ate with a comfortable silence. The lunch meeting wasnt all fun, Olivia made sure of that. They went over poll numbers new approaches on the pressing issues in his campaign. By the time they got done working, it had gotten fark. "Oh my gosh," Olivia gasped. "It's so late." Fitz looked away from her lips to follow her gaze outside. "Yes it is. We'd better get out of here."

Fitz drove them back to the campaign headquarters, waited for her to gather her belongings and walked back outside with her. "How dis you get here today," he asked. "Cyrus gave me a ride. My car is in the shop," she sighed. "Let me take you home!" He jumped. "Uhhhh I mean I'll take you if you want."

As much as she'd like to deny him the opportunity to see where she lived, she was tired, and ahe didn't want to bother Cyrus. "Okay." He fist-pumped the air behind her as she walked back to his car, slung her bag inthe back seat and buckled up. The ride was comfortably silent until they got to her door. Despite her protests, He walked her to her door, atanding behind her as she fumbled with the lock. Being alone with him always took alot out of her, and ahe could feel the heat and electricity between them more than ever. "Wait," he pleaded. "Before you go inside.. can we talk?" Sighing, she dropped her hands from the door and turned to him. She gaspd as she was pulled into a tight hug. "Olivia.. you ans I both know what is going on here," he purred. "Excuse me?" "You know how I feel about you," he locked his eyes with her as he stepped back. "Since I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. I know I'm mareied, but we're unhappy. Please.. Just." He scrambled to articulate what he wanted to say into one coherent sentence. Olivia couldntbelieve what she was hearing. Of corse she noticed the longing stares and flirting, but she never thought anythinf would come of it. "Governor Grant, I," she stammered. "Call me Fitz," he begged. Lookig at the pitiful look on his face, she couldn't deny him. "Fitz.. I think it's been a long day.. maybe you need to go home and-," he kissed her, stopping her mid-sentence. After standing there in shock, she began to hiss her boss in front of her apartment door. After stepping back, slapping him, and gasping sheturned to unlock her door, pulling him inside and into another kiss.

After making out for a while, She fixed her hair and sighed. "We have to talk about this, Olivia." He begged. Wiping her lipstick off of his face, he pulled her into his arms. "Be mine, Olivia." Turning to face him, she rubbed his cheek tenderly. "We'll talk about this another time." He protested for a while before relenting. With one final kiss and a hug goodbye, she sent Governor Grant on his way. Leaning against her door she replayed her day in her head. Oh boy, was she in trouble. Her boyfriend was about to be the President.