I apologize for the lack of updates for a month. Life, as you know it, gets extremely busy. Between two jobs, and full time classes for college, I hardly have time to think. But here is your chapter. I sincerely promise to update quicker than a month next time. Last we left off, Fitz convinced Liv to let him buy her an apartment. Let's see how that works out. Enjoy!

Chapter 12

Olivia sighed, slightly annoyed. She knew the look on her face was that of a child who was told that they can't have candy, but she didn't care. She kept her arms at her sides, her hands balled up into fists in frustration. She walked slowly, allowing Fitz to guide her by the waist as where to go. Her eyesight was completely rendered inadmissible, as her eyes were covered by a silky black blindfold.

"This is completely ridiculous, Fitzgerald", she huffed.

Since his meeting with a realtor two weeks prior, he planned on showing the apartment to Olivia in the most theatrical way he could think of. He wouldn't let her know where they were going, he didn't let her drive; he wanted everything to be a surprise.

"Deal with it, Olivia." He teased, kissing her cheek lightly. She smiled, quickly trying to cover it up with a scowl. "I saw that smile Livvie, and I'll accept that as your gratitude."

She had to admit, she was rather excited to see the apartment that they would live in to start their long awaited lives together. Even though he wouldn't let her pay a dime for it, and she hated to have him spend money on her, the point was that they were officially taking the next step in their relationship with this apartment.

She wondered if Ingrid was apart of this surprise as well. Fitz and his old nanny/housekeeper had lunch a few times a week since the fight at Big Jerry's estate. She left the residence, and when Olivia asked if she had a place to stay, Fitz said it was already taken care of, but wouldn't elaborate on the subject.

"Okay, take two steps forward, then stop."

She sighed softly, following his directions. She started jumping up and down slightly, nervously feeling around for Fitz. "Damn it, Fitz, let me see already."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She felt him untie the blindfold, and whisper surprise as he dropped the blindfold. Olivia's mouth dropped open as a gasp made its way out.

Standing in front of Olivia was not an apartment, but a two story house. The house was painted creamy baby blue, Olivia's favorite color, and had white shutters. There was a giant yard, the green grass blowing slightly with the wind. Around the entire house, was a white picket fence, with a little latch gate right in front of where Olivia was standing. Her eyes prickled with tears at the sheer beauty of it all. She turned around to face Fitz, whose eyes met hers with complete admiration.

"I didn't want to get an apartment, when I already know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you, Olivia Carolyn Pope. I'm going to marry you. And we're going to have four kids, and we're going to move to Vermont. I've already got something in the works out there. But for now, here is our out of the city, nice suburban, pre-Vermont house."

She kissed him with such force that he had to take a step or two back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, breaking the kiss to rest her head on his chest. "I love it. I love you. Thank you."

He chuckled a little, bending to scoop her up into his arms. She screamed laughing, as he opened the gate, walking up to their front door. He held the key out, putting it into the lock, before swinging the door open.

He placed her down on her feet, and she walked around the downstairs area. "There's 4 bedrooms, 2 ½ bathrooms, a basement, a fireplace in the living room and the master bedroom, and a swimming pool out back."

She turned around to look at him at the mention of a swimming pool. He chuckled lightly before speaking. "Did you think I forgot about your obsession with swimming?"

She had never met a more thoughtful person until she met Fitz. Her entire heart swelled with pride at the realization that he was going to be hers for the remainder of their lives.

Olivia walked towards him, running her hands up his chest. His maroon button up accented his chiseled frame perfectly. Fitz exhaled as he closed his eyes at her touch. Suddenly, she pulled him by his belt buckle. He opened his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Liv, what are you doing?"

"We're gonna go christen the kitchen." She bit her lip, walking backwards, as Fitz began to unbutton his shirt. He was willing to accept Olivia's gratitude anyway she wanted to give it.

"Oh my god", Olivia said as she and Fitz finally regulated their breathing. They were lying on the kitchen floor, with no recollection of how they had gotten there. Fitz could have sworn that he had taken her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, but things turned animalistic, and the feeling of Olivia taking all of him inside her blocked his mind from thinking about anything else.

He stood up, picking up his shirt, as he extended a hand out to help Olivia up. The surge of electricity that went through him every time they touched never ceased to amaze him. He knew Olivia still felt it too, because almost instantly, their eyes locked. They stayed like that for a moment, his eyes on hers and her hand in his. He smiled at her, one of his "make a girl go weak in the knees" smiles, and her heart fluttered. She walked into him, leaning up to kiss him. He met her halfway, pressing his lips to hers, softly. The tenderness of the kiss set every one of Olivia's fibers on fire. She brought her hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer to her.

He was her drug that she could never get enough of.

Fitz pulled out of the kiss quicker than Olivia wanted, causing her to whine in protest. He chuckled, his hands still on her waist, before kissing her forehead.

"I love you so much, you know that?" he murmured.

"I'm starting to get that feeling, yeah." Olivia joked. He watched as she refastened her bra, and put on her sweater dress, followed by her panties. "Fitz, stop watching me, I can feel your eyes on my ass." She said as she bent down to put on her boots. He smiled, walking out of the room. He took out his phone, checking his emails. For the past week he had been so wrapped up with getting the house situated, that he wasn't paying much attention to his work. He had four cases to work on, all that were going to trial. He had to figure out someway to make a plea bargain with the DA for at least one of those cases, or else he wasn't going to be able to see Olivia much over the next few months.

All of a sudden, he felt Olivia leap onto his back. He laughed loudly, the sound sending flutters right to Olivia's heart. His laugh was easily one of her favorite sounds in the world, she would never tire of hearing it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he held onto her thighs. "We're getting a little old for piggy back rides, wouldn't you say, Carolyn?" Olivia bit her lip at the sound of him using her middle name. She loved the way it rolled off her tongue, as if it were a delicacy. He could read the dictionary to her for all she cared and his voice would still make her wet for him. She tried to squeeze her legs together to restrain herself, but forgot momentarily that they were wrapped around him, and he felt her squeeze him.

"Are you alright, Carolyn?" his voice oozed sex. He smirked slightly, knowing what he was doing to her. He felt a twitch below the belt, as his dick began to spring to life.

He walked out of the house, locking it behind him, making his way over to his car. He went to the trunk, Olivia still on his back, and put the seats of the back seat down, causing a floor like surface in the back of the car.

He turned around, bending so that she could sit herself in the back of the car. Once she was situated, he crawled towards her, his knee nudging her leg, causing her to open them. He smirked, turning around to lift his hand up to the trunk door. He looked around briefly, making sure they didn't have an audience, and closed the trunk door behind him.

He turned back to Olivia, and the sight before was enough to almost make him go over the edge right then and there. Olivia, his Livvie, was looking up at him with lustful eyes. Her panties were pushed to the side, as her fingers made circular motions over her bundle of nerves. Fitz groaned as he felt tingles shoot straight to his manhood, as he crawled towards her. He placed light kisses along her right knee, down her inner thigh, until he finally got to the area that desired him most at the moment. He moved her hand, sucking her essence of off each of her fingers, before placing her hand at her side.

He blew on her clit, earning himself a moan from Olivia. She yearned for some kind of contact; she needed his mouth or his fingers but was at a loss of words at how to get that through to him. Her hips arched up, trying to make contact. Fitz placed his hands on her upper thighs, holding her in place as he flattened tongue against her, licking the excess of her juices off of her outer lips. His mouth watered at the taste. Olivia produced the sweetest nectar, and he couldn't help but want more. She was his sweet baby, and he could never get enough if he tried.

He spread her apart, sucking on her bundle of nerves lightly. She arched her back as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. The pleasure he was sending through her body was taking its toll on her. She found herself unable to speak, something that never happened to Olivia Pope. She ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair, tugging it lightly. As his tongue made his way inside of her she gasped, pushing his face further in between her legs. She knew she wouldn't last much longer with the way his mouth was moving on her.

"Fitz" she managed to breathe out. She pulled his head up to her eye level. His lips glistened with her essence on them, which he eagerly licked off.

"Yes, sweet baby?"

"I need you. Inside of me." She reached down for his belt buckle, unfastening it before sliding his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Her eyes widened in amazement as she realized that Fitz was already ready for round two. He lined himself up with her entrance, kissing her deeply as he entered her. She moaned at the feeling of him filling her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he began to move.

The feeling of Olivia's walls squeezing him was too good to describe. He growled, plowing into her again and again, as he felt her teeth graze his neck. The entire car rocked with their movements, and was filled with the music of their moans.

Olivia felt herself getting close, and could tell by the look in his eyes that Fitz was right there with her. He swiveled his hips, hitting the spot that he knew she loved the most. Her toes curled as she arched her body up, succumbing to her orgasm. His name escaped her lips with a yell, and the moment it did Fitz' orgasm shot through him. The car filled with the shouts of "oh god" as the couple rode out their orgasms.

Fitz rolled over, bringing Olivia on top of him. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead, saving her plump lips for last. His tongue outlined her lips as he awaited her lips to allow him entrance. Once they did, he massaged his tongue with hers, deepening the kiss while holding her close to him.

Olivia was the first to break the kiss, laying her head on his chest. "Let's stop before you spring back to life." She joked.

She sat up and climbed off of him, fixing her hair and dress as Fitz pulled up his pants. Their very appearance screamed sex, but Olivia couldn't find it in herself to care. She was a woman in love, with the greatest man in the world.

She looked over at him while he fixed himself, her eyes landing on the superman curl he wore, that she loved so much. She smiled to herself, fully realizing all of the little things he did for her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, come whatever may.

"I love you, Fitz. So much. Thank you for the house, it's amazing."

He held his hand out for hers, kissing it lightly when their fingers intertwined. "Come on, let's go have dinner at my place."

The rest of the night went perfectly, the couple laughing over spaghetti and wine. They discussed future names for children, as well as names for a dog. They made prank calls to their old professor Cyrus, laughing hysterically when he realized it was them.

"Oh good lord, you two are still at it, huh?"

"That's right, Cy. I found her again and I love her more than I did in college. When we get married, you're going to be invited. And when I run for President, I want you as my right hand man."

Cyrus laughed, shaking his head while on the phone. "I don't know if that'll fly well with my spouse. I don't know if you guys heard, but me and James finally tied the knot."

"Oh my gosh, that's amazing!" Olivia exclaimed. "We should all get lunch next week. Fitz and I won't take no for an answer."

They set a time and date for the luncheon, before hanging up.

Olivia ran a bath for her and Fitz' adding in bubble bath and rose petals. She lit all the candles, and put on music, when the doorbell rang. Fitz called out that he would get it, as Olivia changed into her robe. She put on a touch of lip gloss and mascara, planning for the bath together to end up providing a round three of sex.

She rolled her eyes, preparing a smart comment to say to her boyfriend.

"Geez, Fitzgerald did you get lost on your way bac-" she stopped, stunned into silence, for the second time today. Only this time, it wasn't sexually.

Standing at the door, was a sobbing 5-month old pregnant Mellie Windsor. Fitz looked back at Olivia, his mouth opened.

Olivia straightened up, addressing the woman. "Melody, what are you doing here?"

"I need your help," Mellie hiccupped between sobs. "Jake has been missing for a week and I think I'm next. There's been a black sedan following me for weeks now, I know it. I think it's Big Jerry's doing. You guys have to help me, please."

Every bone in Olivia's body wanted her to tell Mellie to shove it. But she knew that she wouldn't be at their doorstep if she hadn't really needed their help. She was at a lost for what to do. She groaned inwardly and cursed herself, knowing what she had to do.

"Come in Mellie. I'll hear you out, and I'll make my choice based on what you tell me. But don't think this means in any way that you are forgiven for what you did to me or Fitz."

It was going to be a long night.

Now personally, I give absolutely no fucks about Joke. But this is where my fingers and my mind led me, and I feel like I can do something with this plot. I wanted your quick opinion on something though. I have another idea for a different story, however it would be like Scandal behind the Scenes. It would be a Terry relationship, and about how Kerry and Tony have to hide their actual relationship.

Would you guys be interested in anything like that? Leave your opinions with your reviews of this chapter. As always, reviews are loved and appreciated. They're the reason I continue writing!