Can I just say WOOOOW, last night was off the chain! Fitz angry and horny is a deadly combo and I know there is more juiciness to come in the future if the previews are any indication.

Now this chapter will be a little longer but hey that's the point of one shots and stand alones right? Lol , enjoy!

This was becoming ridiculous, downright stupid and overall reckless.

Here she was in yet another compromising position with none other than Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. It never failed for something explosive to happen when the two were around each other and tonight was no exception.

Earlier that day

Since learning Fitz knew about Defiance and after the whole electrical room closet hate sex Olivia had been keeping her distance from him and the White House as much as possible but it turned out luck wasn't on her side that day. Cyrus had called wanting to discuss a possible problem and wouldn't tell her specifics over the phone, thus prompting her visit to the White House.

Upon arrival she went straight to Cyrus' office as quickly as possible.

"Hello, hi how are you?" She took a seat in one of the chairs that occupied the space in front of his desk.

Cyrus got up and perched himself on the edge of his desk before facing Olivia. This conversation was long overdue and since Fitz was out of the White House and on some overnight trip he felt it was safe to have her come to him.

"Look I know everyone has been on edge for the past year but Liv something has to give and I think it's time you patched things up with him."

She couldn't believe he'd asked her to come so they could talk about Fi... him. No she was not doing this.

"Cyrus I don't work here anymore, don't have any ties to this place or him so whatever is wrong with him you and his wife need to deal with it because we're over and done/"

Shaking his head Cyrus tried to get her to see reason and help him out one last time, yet again.

"Hell I don't think he'll listen to me anymore and Mellie well that witch has his ear but she's telling him all kinds of bullshit. I think she's going to make this whole mess fall on anyone else but herself, namely me just to get me further away from Fitz."

If you paid close enough attention you could see Olivia visibly bristle with the mention of Fitz's name. She'd been trying so hard close to a year not to mention him, think about him, or watch him but he was the President after all so the last one was a little hard to manage.

"Has he said anything to you yet about Defiance?"

Shifting a little Cyrus turned to face Liv head on.

"No, every time I try to bring it up he just gets more annoyed and quite frankly in a pissy mood like some damn toddler. I'm sick of this Liv I can't do my job because he feels the need to drink all the time and face this like a freaking grown up. I don't know what else to do and I thought calling you in was at least worth a shot."

Cyrus was at his wits end and couldn't deal with this attitude Fitz was emoting. Why couldn't he just deal with it and move on like everyone else had? It wasn't that difficult really he'd done it and so had Mellie.

He looked at Olivia who was too quiet.

"What's wrong Olivia? You're a statue right now and I don't like it."

The room was getting stuffy and there wasn't enough air. All this talk about Fitz was making her sick and she just had to leave.

"I'm sorry Cyrus I can't help you with this one but best of luck on finding a way. Are you sure he won't know I was here today? I don't need any more ammo thrown his way."

At Cyrus' short nod, Olivia stood up readjusted her jacket and picked up her Birkin from the seat next to her. She placed her small hand on Cyrus' arm as a show of comfort and support.

"Just give it time and don't push him. Give Ella a kiss for me daddy." She leaned down and gave Cyrus a kiss on the cheek before departing his office and the White House.

After the conversation with Cyrus and returning to her office she gave input on a few cases here and there and then after staring at the same sentence for 20 minutes Olivia gave up and went home to unwind with a glass of her favorite red wine and a bowl of popcorn. At least that was the plan until knock sounded at her door.

Present time

"How did this happen again?" Olivia barely got the words out before her back was hitting the wall and a pair of strong and familiar hands was gripping her waist.

"Well let's see, you worked with four other people to rig the election that got me "voted" into the White House thus betraying me and our trust." Fitz answered as he buried his head between her neck and shoulder blade biting a little roughly on her exposed shoulder.

"Not what I meant Fitzgerald. Stop avoiding the question." Olivia winced at the sudden pain and pleasure shooting through her as Fitz bit her shoulder.

Fitz looked up at her but kept his grip on her hips. When he'd gotten back from New York to congratulate another war torn hero for their efforts he was none too happy to overhear that Olivia had been to the White House. Although he was still upset with her and felt ashamed about how he treated her after the christening he still loved her and that was never going to change.

"I've found a way to channel my anger and work out my issues. I didn't think you'd have a problem with that given you're quite receptive of the idea." Fitz smirked as he'd reached a hand into her yoga pants and slipped a couple of fingers into her panties to find her wet as a river.

Olivia shivered and tried to gather her thoughts because as much as this was bound to get enjoyable she knew that it was also the time to finally hash out what happened with Defiance. She worked hard to untangle herself from around Fitz because he refused to let her go.

"Put me down now, Mr. President."

"Oooo its Mr. President now? Ok I can play this game too." Fitz grinned.

"No I'm serious put me down. There's too much to be said and I'm done holding all this shit inside." Olivia was over the bullshit and wanted her man back.

With a defeated look Fitz released his hold on her waist and set her feet down on the floor.

"You want to talk, let's talk."