Well, on the plus side, I finally found some mojo to write this story! Sorry for how long I've been gone though. I find it much easier writing my other Olitz story, so if you haven't checked out My Destiny yet, you should!

"Fitz, hurry up! We're gonna be late." Olivia said as she fixed the strap on her sundress. So far, the surprise vacation had turned out to be unbelievably spectacular. The resort they were staying at upgraded them to the honeymoon suite, which Olivia couldn't tell if it was their doing or Fitz'.

She placed her sunglasses ontop of her head, as she got ready to run into their bedroom and yell at Fitz about taking too long. She watched as he blew his nose and sniffled, coughing slightly. "What's all this?" Olivia asked.

Fitz quickly hid all of the tissues and tried to look at bright and upbeat as possible. He turned around, attempting to throw one of his breathtaking smiles her way. And it would have worked, had the smile actually met his eyes.

Olivia walked over to him, brushing his hair out of his face to feel his forehead. "Oh, baby…you're sick. You have a fever and everything!" she said as she rubbed his cheek. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Well, remember last night we went out and we tried that new restaurant, and then we jumped in the freezing cold fountain outside of the restaurant?" Fitz said with a sniffle.

"Uh, no, Fitzgerald. YOU jumped in the freezing cold fountain."

"Well, that explains why you're not sick. But it's fine, let me just find a shirt, and we'll go." Fitz began to stand up, only finding himself being pushed back onto the bed by Olivia.

"You are not leaving this bed. I am going down to the lobby to see if I can get you some soup. I am taking care of my man." And with that, she gave him a kiss on the forehead, before leaving the room.

Fitz listened as her heels echoed through the suite, before the front door closed behind her. He frowned; he had really wanted to go out tonight. He laid his head down on the pillow, almost instantly falling asleep.

When he awoke again, he felt ten times better. He could finally breathe through his nose, and he didn't feel as warm. He saw a half eaten bowl of soup on the nightstand next to him. He didn't remember eating it, but could still taste it. Next to the soup was a tin of Vick's Vapor Rub, which from the smell of it, was on his chest.

"Jesus woman, how do you fix everything?" he asked, knowing somewhere that Olivia was in the room.

"Because I'm Olivia Pope, and it's what I do." She sat down next to him, stroking his hair. "I handle problems. And yours sir, you can consider it handled."

He leaned up slightly, kissing her shoulder blade. "Thank you, sweet baby. I feel better already."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. In fact," he said, placing a kiss on her neck, "I'm practically back to full health."

"Practically is not the same as cured, Fitz." She pushed him back down on the bed, but not before he grabbed her in his arms, rolling so that she was under him. She glared up at him, as he smiled down at her. She had to admit, he was looking loads better. And he definitely regained a lot of his strength.

"Fitz, I can't get sick."

"So just don't kiss me. You can't get sick then." He didn't know if what he was saying was true or not, all he knew was that he hadn't been inside her for two whole days, and he was going through withdrawals.

Olivia bit her lip, before groaning and rolling her eyes. Truthfully, she couldn't say no to Fitz even if she wanted to. Her body was craving him. She brought his neck down to her lips, licking lightly at his skin before sucking it into her mouth. He groaned lightly, his hips grinding into hers. He placed his hand under her dress, moving it up her thigh. He took the flesh in his hand, squeezing it, before wrapping her leg around his waist.

Olivia flipped them over so that she was on top. She smirked down at the love of her life whilst lifting her dress over her head. She took her heels off, throwing them on the floor, then rid herself of her panties and bra. The whole time, Fitz watched, his eyes darkening lustfully. No matter how many times he saw her naked, every time always seems like the first to him. He could never get over how stunningly perfect she was.

He pulled her down to him, attacking her lips hungrily. Olivia moaned into the kiss, her lips molding themselves perfectly around his as they moved together in perfect synchronization. Kissing Fitz was an act of foreplay in itself, with the way they made her feel. Each kiss promised her safety, security, love, warmth, and happiness. They reminded her of how far they had come, yet told her that they still had such a long way to go.

Fitz pulled away, unexpectedly, with a look of worry on his face.

"Baby, what is it? Are you okay?" Olivia asked.

"We kissed. You're gonna get sick."

Olivia smiled at the tone of his voice. He sounded like a kid who got caught stealing a cookie out of the jar and knew he was in trouble.

"I. Do. Not. Care." Olivia said, kissing him between each word. He captured her lips once again, their tongues battling for dominance over the other. His hand found its way between her legs, teasing her bundle of nerves. Olivia's breath faltered at the contact, as she bit Fitz' lower lip, tugging it lightly.

"Fitz" she breathed out. "No teasing, please. I need you now."

Fitz lifted himself up enough to tug down his boxers, kicking them onto the floor. Olivia lined him up with her entrance, before lowering herself down on his full length. She lay on his chest, kissing him as she began to ride him as fast as she could.

Fitz loved when she took control, but wanted to be in control this time around. He placed his arms around her back, holding her in place. Without warning, he began plowing into Olivia with reckless abandon. Her soft moans got louder and louder, and before long they turned into screams, begging Fitz not to stop.

Olivia could feel her orgasm building up, as somehow Fitz began to go deeper than before. "Fuck!" she screamed out. She scratched at his chest as she rode out her orgasm, her body shaking in the process. She crashed her lips down on his as he began to stand up, carrying her in his arms. They kissed blindly as Fitz put Olivia down on her feet. He pecked her lips once more before turning her around.

Olivia climbed onto the bed, on all fours, her lower body arched up in the air. She was the definition of sexy; tousled hair, thoroughly kissed lips, a gleam in her eye. It was as if looking at her made him even harder than he was before.

He stood behind her, lining himself up with her entrance, before easing himself inside of her.

"Did you miss this, Liv? Two days without sex is a long time for us." His voice oozed sex, and at first, Olivia could barely even speak between listening to him and the heavenly assault that was happening to her body.

When she didn't say anything, his thrusts became deeper and harder. "Oh!" she gasped out, her hands clutching to the sheets below her. He pressed his chest into her back, his fingers finding her bundle of nerves again. "Didn't you miss me, Liv? Huh, sweet baby?" He growled in her ear. His thrusts became wilder as he sped up, determined to make Olivia admit what they both already knew.

Olivia's senses were in overload, and she could feel yet another orgasm bulding up as she screamed into the sheets. She lifted her head up, as she shouted "Fuck, yes! I missed you Fitz, I missed you so much! Oh my god!"

As her second orgasm hit, Olivia was almost positively sure that she was seeing stars. Almost instantly after, Fitz followed her over the cliff, shouting out her name as his orgasm hit him. He collapsed next to her, opening his arms to pull her against him. They laid there in silence for a few minutes, trying to regain their strength.

Olivia, curled into his side, pouting a little. "Do we really have to go home tomorrow?"

"Well, we have to go shopping for the new place, we have lunch with Cyrus and James, we both have to get back to our jobs, so yes. We have to go back tomorrow." Fitz said, kissing her forehead. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"We both get to do so while being sick."

And with that, they both started laughing, spending their last night in paradise in each others arms and watching movies.

"Livvie, wake up. We're home." Fitz said as he parked the car in front of his building. Olivia squinted her eyes at the bright light of the sun, sliding her sunglasses down from the top of her head to her eyes. "Can we go back to sleep?" she mumbled.

"Well, I'm going for a run, but you can if you want. Hey, Tom?" Fitz called to the doorman. Tom came over to the car, helping Fitz carry the bags up to his apartment. Olivia took out her phone, looking down at the airplane mode signal. She knew that the moment she took it off, her phone would be ringing off the hook. She closed her eyes again, deciding that a few more minutes sleep was what she needed.

When Fitz came back downstairs ten minutes later, he saw Olivia sleeping with her head on the dashboard. He opened her door, and carried her out of the car. Tom took the keys out of Fitz hand, going to park the car in its spot.

While waiting for the elevator, Fitz stood next to an older man. The man took a look at Fitz, and the head of hair that was in his arms, and smiled. "I remember when I used to carry my wife to our bed."

"I can't wait to be able to call her my wife." Fitz joked.

"How long have you two been together?" the man asked.

"Almost six years. And every time I look at her, I fall more in love every single day."

Olivia yawned, having woken up in the middle of Fitz' sentence. "He's my everything. I honestly couldn't imagine life without him."

As soon as she began speaking, the man's eyes bulged out of his head. "Olivia?"

Olivia turned around in Fitz' arms, seeing for the first time who he was speaking to. She jumped out of his arms, standing up straight. "Dad?"

"Dad?" Fitz questioned, looking at Olivia. "I thought your father was dead."

"He is. He's dead to me. I'm going to my place, I'll call you later." Olivia turned around.

"Whoa, slow down a minute! I'm coming with you." Fitz followed after her, turning to look once more at his future father in law.

Olivia, Fitz thought, you have some explaining to do.

I hope that sex scene made up for my absence! And uh oh, Olivia's father has showed up in the story! Why do you guys think he's dead to her? I've not yet decided if I want him to be like Rowan in the show or not. As always, reviews are loved and appreciated! Let me know what you guys think