Any italicized in this chapter is a flashback. Hope you guys enjoy this, I tried to update as quickly as I could. As always, I love hearing your thoughts and reviews, so please, keep em' coming!

Olivia looked at Fitz, speechless. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Olivia Pope was never at a loss for words. Fitz' eyes read the emotion in her face. His heart began to sink. He tried to feign a smile. "I think I should go."

Olivia finally found her voice. "No! Don't go. Let me say something. I'm not saying no, it's just. Fitz, we just started talking again for the first time in 5 years. And as much as I love you, and I do, with all of my heart, we need to take this slow. I still need to end things with Jake, you've got to get things situated with Mellie, we've got to do this the right way. I don't want to rush things, not with you. Never with you. We have the rest of our lives to spend together, why not wait a little while longer?"

Fitz relaxed at her words, fully understanding. He pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead. "You're right sweet baby, you're absolutely right. We have all the time in the world. Can we just, lay here for a little bit? Just one minute. It's been such a whirlwind of a day."

Olivia smiled, laying on his chest. "One minute."

They laid on the couch in silence, Olivia on his chest and Fitz wrapping his arms around her. He couldn't help but notice how perfectly she fit in his arms. They were made for each other. She lifted his hand to her lips, kissing each one of his fingers. After all of this time, he was finally back in her life. And just like Fitz, she wasn't planning on letting him go. She needed to end things with Jake, and it couldn't wait until tonight.

Jake Ballard checked the time on his watch. 1:23 p.m. His meeting was set for three minutes ago, and his employer was never late. He sat at the table of the crowded restaurant, sipping his water and looking around. Finally, he saw the man walk in, and they exchanged eye contact. Jake nodded to him and the man made his way over to the table. Jake stood up and shook his hand. "Sir," he said, "we have a problem. It seems that Olivia ran into Fitzgerald today. They're having lunch as we speak."

"This is a problem, Jake. Especially since I hired you to keep this sort of thing from happening."

"Yes sir, I understand. I don't know how they got in contact, I try to spend as much time as possible with her. I checked her cellphone logs, his number isn't there. Maybe it really is just a coincidence."

"I don't believe in coincidences, Jake. My son has not talked to or seen that woman for five years, and it should have been for the rest of his life. Mellie's meeting us here in a few minutes; she says Fitz broke up with her this morning before his run in with Olivia.

And speak of the devil, Melody Windsor walked into the restaurant, taking off her tannish sunglasses, and walking right up to the gentlemen's table. She did a quick smile to them both, sitting down with a sigh. "Well, I've got to say, he was pretty ballsy this morning. I don't think I've ever seen him yell at me or fully tell me it was over."

"But I don't understand, he just ended things, like that?" Jake asked. Mellie nodded and shrugged. She wasn't hurt over the situation, hell, she wasn't even in love with Fitz. But when Big Jerry asks you to do something, there's really no way of saying no. Fitz' and Mellie's families have known each other since the two were children, so Big Jerry arranged the relationship between them.

"Let me explain something to you both," Big Jerry started, putting both palms down on the table." My son will be running for President of the United States. And he will win. But not with that-that hussie at his side! Mellie is the perfect choice. Harvard Law School, perfect family background, it all makes sense. And if he doesn't see it, we'll make him see it. I expect this to be fixed by our next meeting."

And with that, Big Jerry put two bills down on the table, and walked away. Jake and Mellie looked at each other, unsure of how they were going to get Olivia and Fitz away from each other again.

Olivia opened her eyes, to find herself still in Fitz' arms. They fell asleep on her couch, their bodies intertwined. She smiled a little bit, nuzzling into his chest. As she did, he wrapped his arms more securely around her. "Fitz, my love," Olivia whispered. Fitz mumbled in return. "Fitz," she sang.

"Five more minutes, Livvie."

"Baby, it's time to get up."

"Hmph." He pouted, keeping his eyes closed. Olivia smiled up at him, stroking his cheek. His wavy brown hair, fell into his face a little bit, and reached up to push it back. She leaned up, kissing his lips. He smiled, so she kissed him again, this time receiving a kiss in return, one of his hands going to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. The kiss was deep, a reuniting one which set Olivia's every fiber on fire. She wanted him, in more ways than one. But she made a promise to herself that they wouldn't be together that way until she ended things with Jake.

Fitz' hand trailed down her back, his hand sliding up her tank top. The kiss became more passionately, more determined, as they began to become breathless. His hand cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple lightly in small, circular motions, reaching around to unhook her bra. It was there, that she stopped him.

"Wait," she breathed. She tried to catch her breath, having not broken the kiss the entire time. "We need to wait. Just until I call things off with Jake." Her chest heaved slightly, but she knew she was making the right choice. He nodded in agreement, removing his hand from her shirt. "That's well and good, I just wish you would have said that a little sooner."

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked. Fitz averted his eyes down, and Olivia's followed his, to the quite apparent bulge in his crotch. Olivia giggled her apologies, and Fitz wrapped her in his arms, tickling her. "So funny, right Liv?"

She screamed and laughed in protest, trying to slap his hands away and squirm away. "Fitzgerald, cut it out!" she tried to sound serious, but the whole sentence came out in a laugh. He stopped, and she sat up in his lap, facing him. Her eyes were bright with excitement, and she had a huge smile on her face. They had both never been at such peace in the last five years.

"Hey Fitz? What's something you haven't done in a long time?"

"Taken a bath with the woman I'm in love with." Olivia smiled, remembered when every Friday night they would sit at home in Fitz' apartment, order takeout, take a bath together, and watch old movies. Usually, Audrey Hepburn's. Those were Liv's favorites.

Fitz began to run the bath water, testing the temperature on his hand, before allowing the tub to fill up. He added bath salts and bubble bath, before dropping in the rose petals. He lit candles all around the bathroom, and any minute now, his Livvie would be home from classes. They weren't living together, but Olivia was basically at his apartment every night.

After their five-month anniversary, they began to have weekly Friday night couples nights. They would take a bath, and Olivia would read him a book, then they would order take out, sit in their robes, and eat and watch movies. Tonight's movie was Roman Holiday.

He closed the bathroom door behind him, going into the living room, making sure everything was ready for tonight. As he got to the living room, he heard Olivia's key in the door. She walked in, and instantly smiled. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

He winked at her, before kissing her lightly. "How was your class?"

She rolled her eyes, sighing a little bit. "It was okay, I guess. I might sort of have to stay after with my professor tomorrow."

Fitz narrowed his eyes at her, skeptical. "Olivia, what did you do?"

"I might, possibly, could have told him that he was an idiot."

"Olivia Carolyn Pope!"

"Oh, please! You can't sit there and teach a class and classify Charles Manson as a serial killer when he has never physically killed anyone! It's not my fault I proved him wrong in front of the entire class…..and his advisor."

Fitz laughed, shaking his head. There was never any proving Olivia wrong. He took her jacket off, massaging her shoulders. She smiled, lifting her shirt up, revealing a pink laced bra. She turned around, lifting his sweater over his head, and dropping it to the floor. Little by little, they undressed each other, making their way to the bathroom.

He opened the door, and she let out a small gasp at the romantic scene in front of her. She turned around and kissed him, pulling him into the bathroom with her. He sat in the tub as she walked over to the shelf, grabbing the book they've been reading. She walked over to the tub, and sat in between his legs, laying back against his chest. She opened the book up to the page they left off at, and began to read aloud.

"We haven't taken a bath together in awhile, Mr. Grant." Olivia agreed. She went in for a kiss, and as soon as she did, her phone rang. She muttered a string of profanities under her breath, walking to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm downstairs, can you give your doorman the okay to let me up?" Jake asked.

Olivia inwardly cursed. "Actually, I'm gonna come downstairs, okay? I'll see you in a few minutes." She hung up the phone, walking back to Fitz in the living room.

"Is everything okay, Liv?"

"Everything's fine. Jake is downstairs, and I'm going to break up with him now. It won't take long, just stay up here."

Olivia walked to the elevator, preparing herself to break Jake's heart. He was a nice guy, but he wasn't Fitz. And when it comes down to it, all roads lead to Fitz.