Fitz was standing at the plate glass living room window of his hotel suite, glass of scotch in hand, looking out into the night. He'd left the Caldwell estate more than an hour ago, coming back to the hotel and his most secure communication detail to coordinate his decisions with Cyrus back in DC. Only after that was done, did Fitz allow himself to relax and allowed a sense of satisfaction to fill him. Fitz smiled to himself at all that he'd accomplished today. He'd more than earned it, he thought.

He had every reason to be pleased with the day's events; on the presidential side, he was confident that the decisions that had been made today - and the people who had willingly chosen to stand by him would leave a positive mark on not just the country, but the world. This was history in the making; it's what every president before him dreamed of, leaving an indelible mark on the world. Fitz took a deep swallow of his drink and let that knowledge curl around his insides.

The warmth that followed reminded him that through it all, Olivia had been right there by his side. That was the cherry on top; there was something special about being out in public and having Olivia there with him. For a little while, he had been able to pretend that his most cherished fantasy was real, that all the BS was behind them and he was finally openly living his life with the love of his life by his side. Fitz couldn't remember the last time when the day's events had worked out so perfectly - and they had the rest of the night to look forward to, just the two of them.

As if the universe had heard him, Fitz heard a quiet click as the door behind him opened. He smiled without turning around. "Remind me to authorize you to oversee my travel arrangements from here on out."

Fitz heard Olivia settle her belongings on the nearest couch and a few seconds later she was behind him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He could hear the smile in her voice.

"So you approve of the arrangements?"

He let one hand cover hers, their fingers twining themselves together. "I most definitely approve."

That was putting it lightly; Fitz more than approved; from the moment he'd arrived he'd found himself pleased by the understated but rich decor of the suite. It was all warm browns and ivory tones, and every detail of his needs had been seen to, from his favorite scotch waiting him in the mini-bar to the rain forest shower that had been awaiting him - it all had been exactly what he'd needed to lose the tenseness in him - a fact that Olivia had obviously anticipated.

Was there any reason to doubt why he loved this woman so much? She knew what he wanted, what he needed - on so many levels it was almost scary. But Fitz knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.

And now, with the work of the day done, here they were. Together.

He felt her sigh softly with pleasure as Olivia let her body lean into his. As if she'd read his thoughts, he felt her satisfaction match his own, felt the realization of the day's accomplishment seep from him into her along with the knowledge that they'd done this together.

As his hand tightened on hers, Fitz closed his eyes and let himself savor this moment; it was everything he'd dreamed of from the day he'd met this amazing woman. This was his future - their future - and every day they were coming closer to it becoming that much more of a reality.

"Thank you." He said aloud.

"For what?"

"Where do I begin?" Fitz set his drink down on the nearest table before turning her around to face her. He took her into his arms. " For everything. There aren't enough words to thank you for everything you've done for me today."

"Right back at you, Mister." Olivia smiled up at him. "But you know that I was just doing my job - speaking of which, have you talked to Cyrus? I know you've talked to Cyrus…"

Fitz lifted her up until they were eye to eye. "Stand down, Livvie. The work day is done and I think we've both earned a little R and R."

"But I just -" Her eyes softened, then her voice. "Fine."

But he could read her as well as she could read him. Fitz grinned. "Good. I know how hard that was for you."

"This is me standing down, Fitz."

"I can see that." Fitz relented. "I can't blame you for wanting to discuss the day,but since we both know your mind isn't going to let go of it until you do, can I at least suggest a change of venue?"

"Just what exactly did you have in mind?"

What Fitz had in mind was lying back in that deep soaking tub that he'd quickly filled with warm water, soft lights overhead and Olivia in his arms, her back to his front.

The scent one of her favorite body washes - a relaxing soft vanilla-lavender scent - rose up around them as he let his hands take the place of the loofah he'd scrubbed her back with, fingers drawing lazy patterns on her shoulders and upper arms.

Fitz smiled to himself; Olivia just couldn't help herself; even now, her mind couldn't quite turn itself off, couldn't help analyzing the meeting. He, however, had other things on his mind…

It didn't take Olivia long to realize it. She paused in mid-sentence. "Fitz - you're not even listening to me!"

She would have turned around in his arms to face him, but Fitz reached out and tightened his own around her, holding her gently but firmly in place.

She was mostly right, but Fitz was not in the least bit sorry about it either. "I was, Livvie, but can you blame me for being just a little distracted?"

"We have all night, Fitz…"

"And we're wasting it talking, Livvie…" His heated gaze settled on a single droplet of water that trembled just below her hairline at the back of her neck for a moment, watching intently as it made its way slowly down until it reached the sweet curve of her shoulder.

Fitz leaned forward until his lips brushed the drop of water into nothingness and he felt Olivia shiver as he let his mouth trail upward.

"You can't blame me, can you?" he murmured purposefully, wickedly against her wet skin. His lips trailed upward in a series of open-mouthed kisses, curving into a smile as he felt her response, a quiver that ran along the length of her body as she leaned back into him.

His mouth found its way to her ear; he nibbled at the edge, then bit down softly on the lobe. "But - you were saying?…"

Olivia tried to remember what she'd been saying, but she couldn't - and suddenly, as Fitz's lips began to play along the curves and dips of her earlobe, it no longer seemed all that important. One hand reached up without thinking to curve around the back of Fitz's head, fingers sliding into the thick waves, urging him on with a gentle tug. "I was - was just saying…" whatever it was that had been on the tip of her tongue dissolved a breathy moan as his tongue did a brief swirl around her ear before returning to the path he'd already made, this time, pausing to press his mouth softly against her throat, then let his tongue slide against her skin, slowly, sweetly tasting her.

"Mmmhmm?" Fitz breathed the wordless question against her skin, smiling as she answered him with another shiver and a moan.

His hands move, having first found her waist to settle her body against his, just the way he wanted it. Now they slid up to cup her breasts. Fitz's fingers found her nipples and began teasing them with slow caresses, then rolling and stroking their tips until her hips, her glorious ass, is arching back against him, Olivia moaning again as his stiffness presses against her, letting her know that yes, he is as turned on as she is. He doesn't think that there will ever be a time when he is not aroused when he's around her, whether they are in public or in their most private moments, like now.

The only sounds is the water as it ebbs and flows in response to their slow movements; with time to spare - the still rare enough to be savored - entire night left to themselves, they indulge themselves in the slow grind, with hands sliding over wet skin with tongue-tangling kisses tracing water-trails and it's a slow dance to heaven.

Olivia turns in his arms to face him. Their eyes lock and then she's sinking her body down upon him. In spite of the warmth of the water, she's both hotter and wetter and Fitz can't help the groan that escapes his lips as she takes him in to the very last, thick, throbbing inch. Then she's moaning too, leaning down to capture his lips with hers.

"See what you get when you behave…" she whispers against his mouth, swirling her tongue against his before he has a chance to answer.

They're mindful of the water; it keeps their movement slow and careful until they aren't. Until Olivia is arching upwards, losing herself in pleasure, Fitz urging her on…

"That's it, Livvie…" his voice is a harsh whisper. "Ride me good baby…"

His words create a sweet havoc in her, her head falling back as her eyes close in a sweet ecstasy and her moans turn to helpless cries as his mouth finds her, lips ghosting across her skin until he finds one sweet dark hard nipple and then the other, lips and tongue latching onto her fiercely, sucking and licking until she explodes around him again and again as Fitz's arms tighten around her, hands locking themselves onto her shoulders as he drives himself into her endlessly.

And even later, when they've finally made it from the bath to the bed and she's lying beneath him, when it's his turn to ride her with hard, deliberately measured thrusts, his thoughts are heated, hazy, filled with the most exquisite emotions and even more exquisite sensations, the kind that shiver down his spine and electrify every nerve ending he has, but he can't really think, not when her hands are tangling in his hair, not when she's pulling his mouth down onto hers, not when they're kissing like this, as if their lips were like molten fire, electric, magnetic, unable to pull themselves apart from one another for more than a second before they're melting one kiss into another endlessly and he's swallowing her desperate moans just as surely as she was devouring his.

He loves that there are only the sounds of them in the room, the soft echoes of kisses and a soft gasping for oxygen, of skin sliding against skin, the contrast in hues another intoxication. Her skin reminds him of rich spices, of soft silk and satin and his senses are filled with her and it's all so deep and intimate that Fitz feels himself drunk with it all.

And then there's the look in her eyes; dazed by his passion, Olivia is on such an exquisite high right now; an mind-blowing multi-orgasmic release hovering just beyond the edge of her senses, but she doesn't want it - not yet. All she wants is what Fitz is giving her, these endless waves of pleasure that are crashing over her, she could drown right now and if the last thing she saw was the look on his face, the love and the awe and the focus of his love, she could die tonight happy.

But instead he was giving her life.

The way he's moving inside her, it's short-circuiting all of her senses in the best way. Every stroke of his body inside her sends her higher, outside herself. His lips are heaven, his kisses - eternity. There is no here or there, no him or her. There's only them and an eternal now and she doesn't want that to ever stop.

And it doesn't stop; not until they are left quivering and exhausted on the edges of reality once again and she's looking up at him as he raises himself on one elbow to hover over her as she tries to catch her breath but she can't. Her heart can't still itself when he's looking at her with everything in him, when that one stubborn curl falls down over his forehead the way that it always does, he's her man of steel, able to leap over all of their obstacles and bring her so much joy in a single bound.

She's laughing at herself and the silliness of her thoughts but it's okay, it's more than okay, because Fitz is smiling down at her and his laughter is mingling softly with hers and the reason why is everything. He's laughing simply because she is. He's happy simply because she is. And as Olivia reaches up with still-trembling fingers to run them down the outlines of his face, she realizes how incredibly, impossibly happy she is, just because they are. It's simple and at the same time, it's her entire world and the truth of it is in her voice. It's never easy for her, but she can do it here, now - and so she does.

"I love you." Olivia whispered.