Hello!

So this is an old prompt. Some of you might've seen it as one of my tumblr post, but still, I thought I'd repost it as one of the one-shots for those of y'all who haven't had the chance to read it. I've never been entirely sure when this one takes place but I know it's sometime after the Liv-nap. Anyhow, I hope y'all enjoy it.

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As the chopper landed on the green grass, Olivia furiously stomped towards the beautiful house that stood before her. The wind blew her long hair as the sound of the chopper moved into distance. Secret service agents guarded the perimeter of the house as the most powerful man in the planet was residing in it currently.

"Where is he?" Olivia stopped before the broad, serious secret agent.

"The president is waiting for you inside Ms. Pope."

With a nod, she thanked the agent and easily slid easily through the glass door that led inside the house.

Stepping in, a rush of nostalgia hit Olivia as she remembered the last time she was here. She glanced down at her feet as the episodes of their night together flashed behind her lids. It all seemed like ages ago.

But they were ever as vivid.

She scrutinized the place with her brown eyes, taking in the changes that's been made unbeknownst to her since then.

Even though the dream still felt and seemed so far away, the house was furnished and it was warm and homey and everything she knows she wants. Vermont. Jam. Kids. Fitz. The dream is always in the back of her mind. Some days, she wanted that dream- that fantasy more than anything. Some days, it's the only reason why she bothered waking up in the morning. Especially lately.

"I started buying decorations when you said there was hope. Thought I'd leave the creative part to you since women seems to know best about that kind of stuff." His smooth baritone voice startled her out of her haze and she spun around to see him looking ever so beautiful and irresistible, nursing a glass of scotch.

His blue-grey eyes dark with intensity. Olivia couldn't really tell what was behind them at the moment. Though he looked exhausted, he was still beautiful nonetheless.

"You do not summon me." She finally spoke. "How many times do I have to tell you that?"

He scoffed. "I'm the President of the free world, Olivia. I can do whatever the hell I want."

"Well, I'm not your puppy. You don't just send big scary guys to my doorsteps and expect me to just drop everything and come running. I have a life."

Fitz has heard this speech so many times before, he knew it by heart.

He started walking towards her and Olivia wasn't sure she could handle being so close to him. The last time they were together in a room like this, she barely survived, she was so heart broken.

"This stops tonight." Was his simple reply.

Olivia arched an eyebrow. "What stops tonight?"

"This." Fitz pointedly the distance between them. "This back and forth shit we seem to be quite the expert of. It's time we get off the merry-go-round. The one where I do something stupid and you punish me by distancing yourself from me, running half way across the world to God knows where. It stops tonight. You do not distance yourself from me, Olivia. There's no escaping me."

Olivia scoffed. Half a humorless chuckle escaping her lips, she was so baffled. "Does Mellie know you're here?" She asked.

It was a cheap shot, Olivia knew it. But more than upset, he looked annoyed with her uttering Mellie's name in their home at a time like this.

"Shut up." He just started circling her in that predatory way of his. Olivia never knew what he was going to do when he did that. The anticipation always gave her those mini strokes but she was dying for a simple touch from him. Anything would suffice. Anything but this cold scrutiny.

"Take off your clothes."

Déjà vu.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He said. "Take off your clothes. I'm fixing things tonight. I'm fixing us."

"Fitz..."

"Bedroom, now. And take off your clothes. All of it."

This wasn't new territory. Olivia is used to him being a commanding, moody bastard. However this new tone of his, this new coldness, that was new and as terrified as she was, she was turned on.

Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer irony of it all. Here she was, coming here just to pick a fight with him about continuously being summoned but instead, she was walking towards their bedroom, stripping out of her clothes in her wake.

The bedroom was ridiculously vast. It seemed like every time she sees it, it gets bigger. The closet occupied nearly half the room but the bed was huge. So huge but it looked so comfortable and large, it must've been custom made. The lamps on the nightstand were old and western, but they complimented the room well.

The smell of brown sugar and vanilla candle wax filled the room as the candles wavered, creating a dim light in the room.

Though what caught Olivia by surprise were the things on display on the huge mattress. A rope suspender was hanging rather securely in the ceiling. A long, leather crop, pleather handcuffs, and nipple clamps lay on the covers.

Olivia more than felt when he entered the room because he was standing right behind her. She could feel his hot breath against her neck and it sent a shiver to her core all the way down her toes.

"Did I not make myself clear when I said take off all of it?" He fingered the lacy black thong she wore and snapped the elastic, causing Olivia to gasp at the impact it made on her skin.

Gradually, she turned around to face him.

"Fitz..."

He interrupted her. "In this bedroom tonight, it's Sir, Mr. President, Mr. Grant or Master." He said. "Take your pick."

Olivia swallowed. Where's her loving Fitzgerald and who the heck is this kinky bastard?

"Okay."

She wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to.

"Okay, who?"

Olivia swallowed, looking over his head as she replied. "Okay, Mr. President."

He nodded. "Very well. Now step in front of the ropes."

He moved out of her way and Olivia took two steps in front of the ropes.

"You need a safe word." He said.

"A what?" Olivia whipped her head so fast, she swore she could've snapped her neck.

"A safe word. Tonight I want you to submit to me wholeheartedly. I need you to trust me to pleasure you and take care of you. I want to do things to you I've never really considered doing to you before so you need a safe word. In case I go too far with you tonight." He explained. "You need a safe words that helps pull me back."

This is happening. Olivia thought. He's not fucking with me. He's a fucking sadist.

That thought shocked her even more.

Since when?

Her and Fitz were no strangers to rough sex. They've been over the edge of that roof too many times to count and it's always been pleasurable but they've never treaded the waters of BDSM in such a proximity. Had he always been that way under the surface and just never really revealed what did it for him? She doubt that was it because Fitz has always been pretty open about what he likes.

Did she ever really satisfy his needs with their vanilla sexual life?

No. Olivia couldn't go there either. Their sexual life could be described as a lot of things but vanilla wasn't it. And she'd be damned if she started to second guess what's always been satisfyingly hot and pleasurable between the two of them.

This was definitely new.

And with this newness came questions that Olivia had to ask herself. If that's what turns him on now, would she be able to accept him and still love him that way? Would she still be attracted to him and love having sex with him?

Her next word would answer all those internal questions.

"Pineapple." She said.

For the first time since she stepped into the house, he gave her a hint of a smile. It didn't light up his whole face and sparkle his blue-grey eyes like diamonds but it was something and she nearly broke down into tears.

When did she become this shell of a woman?

"Pineapple?" He questioned.

Olivia nodded. "I doubt you could continue to do anything hurtful to me while I'm screaming pineapple at you."

"Point taken."

He stepped in front of her and demanded she raised up her arms.

Olivia did so with a racing heart. She watched as he fastened the rope around her wrist and began tying it.

"Pull on it and tell me if it's too tight." He said.

Olivia pulled and shook her head. It wasn't too tight.

Her hands now hung above her head and all 5'4 of her stood in front of him only in her underwear.

It wasn't anything new. Fitz has seen her naked many times before. But something about her being tied up was new. She felt vulnerable and raw and unguarded and submissive.

He had access to every inch of her.

"I haven't been sleeping." He spoke again after a few minutes of just admiring his kinky work. He began unbuttoning his dress shirt. At the first sight of his exposed, beautiful pale chest, Olivia wanted to cry.

She never thought she would miss seeing chest hair and toned muscles so much in her life.

Olivia's fingers tingled to touch him. But she was tied up.

His shirt fell lifeless on the floor and he begin circling her again.

Olivia turned her head, but the touch of leather touching her face tenderly stopped her.

"Look forward."

"Mr. President..."

"You've been putting me on this leash. Refusing to see me, to talk to me and it started way before what happened to you."

She shuttered when the long stick begun to map her beautiful chocolate skin. Down her spine, up her arms, across her ribs.

Her breathing started to elevate.

"You left but there was hope and I was happy to wait." He said, "I would've waited forever but things changed."

Fitz stopped in front of her and dropped to his knees. His hands went at the elastic of her panties and the next thing Olivia knew, they were being stripped down her legs.

She stepped out of them without being told.

He looked back up at her and for the first time since they've been here, he allowed her to read his eyes. Lust and desire filled his eyes and Olivia mirrored that exact same look back at him.

"You're withdrawn from me," He said.

Gone next was her matching lace bra. He trailed a lone finger down her spectrum, admiring her, lighting her skin on fire.

"Please..."

Olivia didn't even know what she was begging for but that touch... Oh, God. It's been so long. She needed more.

"Do you know how I've been feeling? You're the only person in the world that can drive me so insane. I went to war for you. Literally." He didn't fail to remind of the reason for the strain in their relationship. "I love you. You own my heart and I would've moved heaven and hell to get you back if that's what was necessary. You don't forgive me for that, I understand and that's perfectly fine with me. But you also do not withdraw from me Olivia."

He flicked her nipples and they stood on point at the contact. She purred his name as he begin to pull and tweak, palming the globes of her perky breasts.

When her nipples became so sensitive she thought she'd come, he picked up the clamps sitting on the large bed and clipped her nipples between them.

Olivia gasped at the contact the cold metal made with her sensitive flesh.

"You can't use sex to punish me." Olivia mumbled.

"I can." Fitz said. "I am. You've been punishing me for months. Not allowing me to be close to you and I think in the process, you've forgotten who you belong to."

Olivia's first thought was that he knew about her sex escapades with Russell The Traitor. But of course he did. The man was the most powerful person on the planet with agents highly skilled and qualified in shadowing and watching people at his beck and call twenty-four-seven.

"I didn't do it to punish you." Olivia told him. "I just needed time. I wanted to feel human again. I think once you've been a participant of a slave auction as the President of the United States' most important prize at two billion dollars, you start to have a whole new perception of the world and how it works." She explained. "I needed time."

Never having talked about the kidnapping since it happened, tears started to flood behind her brown eyes.

"And I needed you!"

As selfish as Fitz knew that sounded, he wasn't sorry. The vulnerability in his tone broke Olivia into pieces.

"I get it. You're not the girl that gets saved because you're always fine. You're Olivia Pope. You don't need a knight. And you sure as shit don't need saving. But I needed you! I needed to comfort you. Tend to your needs and wants. Run away with you, if that's what you wanted - be your person. Talk about it, don't talk about it- whatever. I just wanted to fucking be there! But instead, you completely shut me out." His voice cracked and he sounded as if his heart was shattering "You pushed me away because that's what you know how to do best."

"I'm sorry."

He stepped closer to her and dropped his lips at her ear. "And what if I told you that I don't believe you?"

The first slap of the crop made contact with her naked behind and she squealed. She registered the painful sting but the drugging pleasure that followed after almost stopped her heart in its beating track.

The next few slaps came just as unexpectedly as the first. Several on her cheeks, between her thighs, across her clit.

Olivia had never experienced anything like it. Her heart was racing, she was on the balls of her feet and wetter than she's ever been in her whole entire life.

She could feel wetness dripping down her legs.

Still behind her, Fitz pulled at the clamps on her nipples, eliciting a loud moan from her.

"Does that turn you on, Olivia? Submitting to me?"

She nodded.

"I'd like an audible answer please."

"Yes, Mr. President." Her voice trembled.

Fitz's hard arousal sat at the crack of her ass and she grind against it. Wanting to feel it pounding- tearing into her flesh and splitting her in half more than anything.

He swatted her for the action anyways even as he groaned in her ears.

"Stop moving." He ordered. "Spread your legs for me."

It was instinct. Her body just reacted without allowing her mind to process the command. Her legs just spread. But apparently, not wide enough because he kicked them open wider.

Just the touch of his talented fingers had her sobbing like a child. Her head thrown on his shoulder, his hand holding a firm grip at her throat, he parted her lips and jammed two fingers in her warm heat. He bit her collarbone when her walls clasped at his long, masculine fingers.

He never missed a beat. Rough thumb massaged her clit as his fingers fucked her, bringing her into oblivion with each stroke. She was so close. She trembled.

"Come, Olivia." His voice a rasp of lust in her ear as he laved at her earlobe.

And she did so, so blissfully. His words of encouragement was her undoing. She came so hard, she thought she'd blacked out. She rode the aftermath of her orgasm against his thick fingers as moans of pure ecstasy rolled off her tongue.

So fucking good.

Olivia watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and polished off her juice on his finger. God bless him.

She'd never seen anything more erotic.

He moaned. "Taste yourself Liv. See how wild you drive me."

Fitz claimed her lips, daring her tongue to come out and play. He demanded she sucked on his tongue as he devoured the loving hell out of her mouth; leaving her utterly breathless.

Olivia didn't even feel him release her from the suspending ropes. She fell limply in his arms as he carried her towards the bed.

She marveled at his beauty as she watched him strip for her. His erection hung hard and proud and she couldn't help but lick her lips. He was a beautiful man and for as long as she lived, Olivia didn't think she would ever get tired of looking at him.

When he climbed between her legs with the pleather handcuffs, Olivia felt both disappointed and excited.

The need to touch him was unbearable but it outweighed the need to pleasure him and obey him.

"They're pleather. They shouldn't leave any marks on your wrists." Fitz told her as he fastened the handcuffs on her wrists against the bed post.

He positioned at her entrance and slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. That felt addictively delicious.

Olivia moaned. This time, she begged and she knew why. She wanted to feel something other than that aching emptiness. She wanted to be filled with him.

She wanted him buried in her to the hilt and she wanted his orgasms. She wanted him.

She needed him.

"Please Mr. President."

"What are your begging for?" Fitz asked.

"Your cock." Olivia swallowed. "Please fuck me. I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me."

"This isn't a punishment anymore, Olivia." He informed her. "This, the anticipation, I'm simply making you wait and teasing you because I can. Although, I have to admit that it's also killing me, because I want to slide inside you so badly."

"Please do." She begged.

He flicked her nipples with a warning. "Behave and listen to me carefully." He commanded. "Jake, Russell, whoever it may be that's getting a turn while I wait out the end of my presidency, you don't belong to them, is that understood?"

Olivia simply nodded. "Yes, Mr. President."

"They may satisfy you for a night or two and that thought alone-" He turned fifty shades of red, the pained look on his face expressing his distress. Even so, he continued, "Knowing some other man has been inside you, it drives me fucking insane but I can't ask you to be faithful because that would be too hypocritical of me. Still, keep in mind, you belong to me." He clarified. "They're just a fuck. That's all. I'm okay with knowing that. They can't and don't do for you what I can because I'm the only man for you. I control you. I own you. You belong to me. Every smile on your lips in the middle of the day, every perverted thought that's ever made you wet or want to fuck, every time you think about coming, every sexual fantasies you've ever had-they're all mine."

God!

Is it possible to die from arousal and anticipation? Olivia wondered.

She nodded again like a good girl. "Yes."

"Who do you belong to?" Fitz asked.

"You." Olivia replied. "Only you, Mr. President."

"Don't you ever forget it." Then he buried himself inside her in one full thrust.

Olivia screamed his name into the night. The deliciousness of being filled with all of him, in raw flesh, God, it felt amazing.
Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, she felt so relieved.

He pulled out slowly only to slide back in just as slowly, burying his whole length and thickness inside her. Stretching her deliciously to the point of no return.

Olivia threw her head back and looked up at the ceiling. Mouth agape.

He wouldn't allow her to look away from him. He grasped her chin in a firm lock, demanding she looked at him.

"Don't ever look away from me when I'm inside you." He said.

Then he started to move, stimulating her clit in slow, controlled thrusts.

"Oh God..."

He leaned down and claimed her lips.

"Olivia..."

"Yes." She gasped heavily.

"I love you."

She didn't doubt he meant it. He's never lied about that. She felt it in his touch, in the way he looks at her all the time like she's more important than the air he needs to breathe. Like she hung the moon and set the sun. Try as she might to push it away- push him away, Olivia continued to feel his love every day in her heart.

He fucked her in earnest with a mission to shatter her into pieces. He fucked her like he owned her. He fucked her like he meant it. He's her King and she belongs to him. Every part of her with no reserve.

"I've had this fantasy about coming on your tits ever since you said there was hope." He murmured against her lips, nibbling at her lower lip, never faltering in his thrusts.

"Why don't you?"

He chuckled. His forehead pressed against hers, he kissed those beautiful pink lips of hers again before he dipped his head and laved at her nipple, giving each breast equal treatment.

"I vowed to myself that the next time I came, it would be inside you and I wouldn't let up for hours." He replied. "But as long as there's still hope, there's time to fulfill that fantasy, isn't that right?" His punishing pace never let up and Olivia watched as the need for release turned his beautiful eyes into this dark, lustful opaque black.

"Come now, Olivia."

She did. She fell apart in his arms and she thought she screamed, but all that came out was a mantra of gratefulness expressed in breathless 'thank yous' as she rode out the earth shattering wave of ecstasy.

Soon Fitz followed and as he emptied his seed inside her, his intense gaze never wavered from her face.

It empowered Olivia as much as it took breath away. She hadn't meant to do it, but she realized then that she's ruined him just as much as he's ruined her.

He freed her wrists from the handcuffs before collapsing on the bed next to her. He then tucked her at his side, holding her in a fierce possessive embrace as he stroked her arm.

When Olivia realized her hands were free, she did what she desperately longed to do to him as soon as he stepped in the same room as her.

Her hands trembled as she placed them against his chest, roaming over his soft skin.

He kissed her forehead and whispered softly, "Sweet baby."

Olivia lost it. She buried her face in his chest and just started sobbing. He rubbed her back in soothing circles, and repeatedly kissed her forehead as he whispered sweet-nothing's in her hair.

"I missed you so much." Olivia sniffled.

"I did too." Fitz told her. "You're my Livvie and I'm sorry that you felt like you were alone." He said referring back to the time she screamed that she was all alone and had no one. "You're never alone. I'm always here."

Just like that he was back. Her affectionate lover was back and it both broke and soothed Olivia. She realized that no matter how much she tries to keep him at bay, push him away, he'll always reel her back in. He'll always save her. He'll always love her. That meant more to her than she'll ever admit to him.

"Can you ever forgive me, Livvie?" He sounded so sad and vulnerable.

She didn't answer.

"Is there still hope?" He asked.

She didn't say anything for a few minutes. She just pulled the covers over them and snuggled closer against his chest.

The smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled Olivia's nose as she welcomed the sleepy feeling.

"There's hope." She finally replied.

Olivia was nearly asleep before she felt him press another kiss against her forehead. For tonight, her demons were locked away. He was her shield, her protector, her savior and she knew she'd be okay.

"As long as there's hope, we'll be alright." She heard him say through heavy lidded eyes.

And for the first night in months, Olivia looked forward to a dreamless sleep, safely tucked in his arms.

They'll be okay. And he'll make her get some help.