Hey everybody, y'all all right? As you can see, I'm enjoying writing this story just as much as you're enjoying reading it. That is why the chapters are coming quicker. They're also quite long because I can't just stop at a certain point. There's so much I want to say.

Was anyone surprised that Joey and Julian are in a relationship, and in love? I know how a lot of readers feel about Scandal FF including anyone outside of Olivia and Fitz, but I wanted to explore Joey and Julian's "dislike" for each other, and, it's my story, so... Many of you thought something might have been going on, well now you know. I wonder if Olivia will be happy about them being together. Only time will tell.

I love reading all of your reviews and PMs, so keep them coming.

This chapter continues with the second part of Fitz's and Olivia's date, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you.

TBOT

Saturday night...

Olivia stood looking at herself in the full length mirror in her closet. She liked what reflected back to her. The dress fit perfectly and the leather, silver-tone, wrap around four-inch Zanotti sandals were a perfect match. Her only jewelry was the diamond studs she'd worn earlier. She'd shampooed, conditioned, blow dried, and then flat-ironed her hair straight, past her shoulders, down her back, and perfected a sleek center part, before tucking the hair behind each ear.

Though she didn't wear a lot of make-up, tonight she'd decided to go big. She applied heavy eyeliner, and the bold black eye shadow was highlighted in the inner corners of her eyes with a smoky steel primer to create perfect smoky, smoldering eyes. The look was completed with a mocha matte lipstick. Her make-up looked fierce, classy and dramatic, with an edge.

With a slight turn, left and then right, she nodded in approval. Figuring there wasn't much more she could do, Olivia walked out of her closet and grabbed her silver clutch from her bed, on her way to the living room. Just as she dropped the purse on a chair, the intercom rang. She smiled and walked to foyer to answer.

"Yes, Anderson?"

"Miss Pope, Mr. Grant is here to see you."

"Thank you, Anderson. You can let him up."

Olivia watched the security feed on her tablet as Fitz exited the elevator. She then went and opened the door, and stood waiting. As he walked toward her, her breath hitched. Wowza! He was resplendent in a Tom Ford Windsor Three-Piece Suit in dark grey with peak lapels, a light grey shirt with turnback cuffs, smoky grey, silver and black tie and black Crockett & Jones Norwich shoes. The suit was a slim fit to compliment his muscular body. His blonde locks were brushed and styled immaculately, and his strong jaw fresh shaven. He was a man on the prowl, and his single focus was on her. Only her. Nothing else mattered.

Fitz stopped when he saw her up close, and his hand went to his chest.

He released the long breath he hadn't realize he'd been holding until now. "You are absolutely stunning," he said, his tone filled with awe.

They walked into her foyer, and he closed and locked the door. Stepping closer to her, took her hands in his. "Oh, Olivia," he said just above a whisper. "You look incredible." He held her hands, spread her arms wide, and gave her a long look. The hair, the dress, her face. He could also smell the fragrant sweetness of her perfume. Her eye makeup was smoky, bringing that much more definition to her doe eyes. Fitz's breath caught in his throat.

"You're not too bad yourself, Fitz," she said smiling up at him.

He grinned. "Thank you."

He still couldn't take his eyes off her. "I didn't think you could improve upon perfection, yet you have." Everything about her screamed sexiness personified.

"Thank you," she said, gazing at him under thick, lowered lashes.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes. I just need to get my bag." Olivia turned to walk further into her condo. She heard his swift intake of breath and smiled. Joey had been correct about his reaction, and he didn't disappoint.

"You are killing me, woman."

"I take it you like the dress?" she said as she returned with her small bag.

"I love the dress," he said nodding, eyeing her up and down with a lusty grin on his face.

Olivia read his thoughts and moved toward the door. Let's go, mister," she said, chuckling.

She set the alarm and Fitz opened the door and allowed her to step out first, just to get another look at her from behind. He waited for her to lock the door, and then took her hand, walking to the elevator.

When the elevator opened in the lobby, the couple stepped off and the eyes of the three or four people standing at the lobby desk stared at them. One, because the Fitz Grant was in their building, and two, he had their beautiful neighbor on his arm. Anderson nodded to Fitz and smiled at Olivia.

Fitz noticed two of the men at the desk checking Olivia out. He couldn't blame them. She was stunning, and even if she didn't know it yet, she was also his.

X

The doorman opened the door for the beautiful couple and they walked to the large black SUV where the driver stood waiting with both doors open.

"Olivia this is our driver, Daniel. Daniel, this is Olivia Pope."

"Hello, Daniel," she said.

He tipped his cap. "Hello, Miss Pope."

Fitz assisted her onto the seat of the vehicle, and Daniel closed the door. He walked around and climbed in on the other side, and closed the door. As Daniel pulled out of the drive and into traffic, Fitz watched Olivia lean back into the soft leather seat. Sitting beside her, he waited for her reaction to the luxury SUV, which was equipped with a flat screen, fridge, reclining seats and other amenities.. He'd been with several women who'd never been inside a limo, and showed it by their inability to leave things alone. They always wanted a drink, played with the television or suggested they use the ample space to have sex.

Olivia was the complete opposite, which shouldn't have surprised him. Either she didn't care or none of this was new to her. He was going with the latter.

That's when he began to think about her financial situation. Her condo in Logan Circle, the sleek luxury vehicle, and since he was familiar with quality fabrics and designer clothes, he knew that everything he'd seen her wear had designer written all over it. And that included the dress she was currently wearing.

He also thought back to the information David had received when he thought he was going to have to defend T.C. Going back over it all, he began to see Olivia in a new light. Her father was a founding partner in a major law firm, and her mother was a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon. The vacation home, the best schools, the fancy dinner parties, the wealthy clients her father and her brother represented. Olivia had grown up in a life of affluence and privilege.

Shaking his head, Fitz chuckled softly.

"What's so funny?" she asked, looking up at him. "Do I have something on my dress or something in my teeth?"

He lifted her hand to his lips, and gently kissed it. "Now I understand why none of this, he gestured with his other hand, impressed you."

"You lost me."

He looked at her. "You could've bought your own jewelry."

It wasn't a question and Olivia remained silent.

"And judging by what I've seen of your wardrobe, the shopping spree would've also been a miss. You've obviously had a few of those, haven't you?"

Olivia turned her body and looked at him. "What makes you say that?" They'd never discussed her finances, but he seemed to be catching on.

"You probably have just as much money as me," Fitz said.

She shook her head. "I've read about your net worth, and the last thing I have is more money than you, Mr. Grant."

"But…" he said, waiting for her to admit what he'd figure out.

She sighed deeply. "Okay, you're right. I have a trust fund," she said. Yes, I could have bought the jewelry and the clothes, but I wouldn't have. Don't get me wrong, I like nice things, especially shoes. Shoes are my weakness."

Fitz saw the sparkle in her eyes at her mention of shoes, and laughed.

"I don't like a lot of flash, and I don't like the spotlight. Having money doesn't mean you have to go around flaunting it for all to see. It's so gauche. There's nothing wrong with being understated."

"Nothing at all," he agreed. Wait until his father heard this. JR had been so busy thinking Olivia was after his money, when she didn't need anything from him.

X

A few minutes later, the SUV came to a stop at Nationals Park. Olivia sat up and looked around, curious as to why they were at the stadium. She spotted a group of photographers, a red carpet and several people making their way down it to the entrance. Some stopped to take pictures and speak with the local media.

Her head snapped back in his direction. "This is not understated, Fitz."

"The event tonight is a…"

"This is what I meant when I said that something between us wouldn't work," she said, cutting him off. "I am not interested in this world, or the spotlight. If being in front of cameras and partying is your thing, then have at it, but don't expect me to…"

Whatever she was about to say would never be known as Fitz resorted to the only tactic that worked at shutting her up. The kiss did two things. It stopped her from talking, and it made him rethink his decision to attend. They could be doing this back at his house, in the comfort of his favorite room, complete with drinks and music.

"You can't keep doing that" she said, when he finally pulled away.

"I can't keep kissing you?" he asked, amusement on his face.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean…" Olivia didn't know what she meant. The touch of his lips always spun her thoughts out of control.

Signaling to Daniel to open the door, Fitz turned to her to say something but was stopped when she reached out and wiped her lipstick from his mouth.

"Thank you."

She nodded.

He took her chin in his hand and raised it so they were eye to eye. "After all the time we've spent getting to know one another, you're still making assumptions about me. I guess I still have a little more chasing to do," he said, giving her that lopsided smile.

Daniel opened the door and held out his hand to her.

"Take his hand Olivia, and step out gracefully. I wouldn't want you to faceplant on the red carpet."

She glared at him. "Being in the spotlight has never been my thing, and not even a superstar athlete like you will change that." After saying her peace, she smiled at Daniel and took his hand. There was no turning back now, and she did as Fitz said all the while planning to give him another piece of her mind later.

Olivia stepped out onto the carpet and waited for Fitz. He walked around the SUV and joined her. Placing his large hand at the small of her bare back, they walked toward the entrance. There were a few people being kept behind steel barricades, and some were calling his name.

"One second," he said, guiding her over to a group of kids, and a few adults. "I need to do this first."

Removing a sharpie from his pocket, Fitz signed pieces of paper, magazines, cards, footballs and whatever else they shoved at him. Olivia stood back and watched him joke and laugh with the kids, and their faces lit up when he spoke to them. Even the adults seemed to be awestruck. She noticed the kids taking pictures of Fitz and volunteered to play photographer, taking pictures of them all. After almost twenty minutes, he shook a few more hands, and then placed his arm around her waist, leading her back to the carpet. They quickly bypassed the media and photographers, and walked directly to the entrance.

"Thank you for doing that, Olivia."

"It was no problem, and that was very sweet of you," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Fitz smiled down at her, pleased that she could see how much he appreciated his fans. "I never enter an event unless I've signed a few autographs, taken a few selfies and pictures, and talked to a few people. And kids are always the exception, even when I'm in a hurry, spending time with family or someone special." He squeezed her closer against his tall, hard body.

X

When they walked inside, Olivia noticed a few people taking pictures in front of a step and repeat banner, with the name of the event: The Washington Nationals Baseball Team Annual Fundraising Gala. Once she realized what was going on, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I guess my assumptions have gotten me in trouble…again. This isn't some celeb party."

"Nope," Fitz said with a confident smirk on his face. "For such a brilliant and top-notch attorney, I'm surprised you presume so much about me without having all the facts."

He didn't give her a chance to respond before guiding her to an elevator, which they took to the Champions Club. When they stepped off, Fitz led her to one of the bars strategically set up around the room, stopping to speak to a few people along the way. The couple received a few curious stares, but they ignored them. After ordering wine for Olivia, and scotch for himself, they went to a table in a quiet corner.

Fitz picked up his glass and took a sip of his Scotch before he spoke. "The Nationals team has been one of the biggest supporters and donors to my foundation. A few of the guys usually attend the pool party, but this year they were on a six game road trip, so they all sent checks instead. I always return the favor, and attend their fundraising gala, donating financially, and a few items for the silent auction."

"I think I read somewhere that they award several grants, annually, to non-profits."

He nodded. "Yes. They provide youth clinics, academic support and meals as well, which is why I can never say no when they ask for my support."

"Okay, okay," Olivia said, throwing up her hands. "I give up."

"What?" Fitz asked, puzzled.

"I have tried, over and over again, to put you in this little box I created for you. But you refuse to go in. You are not self-centered, egotistical, full of yourself or spoiled."

"I'm not?" he asked in mock shock.

"No," she said, playfully nudging him in the arm.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close and spoke in a low voice. "Then what am I?"

She looked at him. "Please don't make me say it," she pleaded.

"After all the chasing I've done?" he said with a huge smile on his handsome face. "Oh, yes, sweetheart, you're going to say it."

Olivia began to pout, hoping that would save her. But Fitz ignored her.

"Come on. Out with it. I'm all ears."

She sighed deeply. "You're…"

He nodded. "That's it. Let it out. Don't hold back."

"You're nice," she gritted out.

He raised a brow. "And?"

"Kind."

"And?"

"Generous."

"Keep going," he urged, trying not to laugh.

"Modest, unpretentious and humble," she said in one breath. "There. I said it. That's it. Don't ask for anything more." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Fitz threw back his head and laughed, and then looked at her. "I can definitely see how difficult that was for you."

"Let's just say that I've eaten more crow in the last month than I have in my entire life."

"Then I'm sure you've been choking on all you've had to consume because of me. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her temple, while she remained silent.

X

For the next two hours they mingled with the other guests, and Fitz introduced her to a few players, their wives and girlfriends, and personnel from the Nationals organization. There were also others in attendance whose names and faces would never be recognized but who had money they were willing to share for a good cause, including Fitz's foundation.

The couple also took the time to peruse the items up for bid in the silent auction. Olivia actually found a few things she'd love to have. She bid on two items, and crossed her fingers.

Later they were back at their table, talking quietly. There had been a brief incident earlier when they were talking to a small group of people, and one woman stood boldly staring at the two of them. Fitz hadn't introduced her and when the others turned to walk away, she eased in front of him and brushed her hand across his chest. The gesture was teasing and purposely disrespectful.

Fitz had been noticeably tense, and uncomfortable. He grabbed her wrist, and moved her hand away before taking a step back.

"I was just being friendly, Fitz. You really need to lighten up," she said.

"And you need to learn to keep your hands to yourself," Olivia said in a low voice, shocking Fitz, and herself.

The woman took a quick look at Olivia before refocusing her attention on Fitz. Then watched as he put his arm around her waist and held her close. He'd wished everyone a good evening, before leading Olivia away. Neither had mentioned the incident…until now.

"Fitz?"

"Yes?"

"Is there something I need to know about you and that disrespectful woman?"

Fitz shrugged. "Paige and I went out once, a long time ago. It went nowhere, so there's nothing you need to know."

They stared at each other as he reached for her hand and kissed her fingers.

She smiled. "If she does it again I may forget that I took an oath, and won't be responsible for my actions. I will break her face."

Fitz grinned. Who was this beautiful, petite woman sitting next to him, threatening to hurt someone? "I think you made that very clear. I'm sure she got the message."

"And I may hurt you, too," Olivia added.

He laughed, loudly, drawing looks from some guests sitting near them. "I did not get that message at all," he responded.

"You just did." She gave him a playful nudge.

Fitz looked into her eyes. "Does that mean we're official now?"

"Excuse me?"

"Does it mean you're my girlfriend? Because I think we should make it official."

Olivia laughed. "And how do we make it official?"

"All you have to do is say yes."

She stared at him, a smile on her lips. They sat in silence, looking into each other's eyes, oblivious to the voices, and the flurry of activity going on around them. The voice of the evening's host interrupted the moment, before Olivia could think of a thing to say.

X

Several items had been auctioned to the highest bidder, and it was obvious that the club would easily surpass their goal. They still hadn't gotten to either of the items that Olivia had bid on.

"It was nice of you to donate the signed jersey and helmet. The last bid I saw for the jersey was over twenty-seven thousand dollars."

"It's for a good cause."

"Absolutely," she said nodding absently.

"Once the auction is over, we can leave. I made dinner reservations. I hope you don't mind."

She turned and looked up at him with those beautiful eyes. "I hadn't really thought about it."

"Surely you must be hungry."

Olivia thought about the handful of almonds she'd gobbled down before she got into the shower earlier. She nodded. "Okay."

"Okay," he repeated.

As the auction began, she rested her head on Fitz's shoulder while he stretched his arm along the back of her chair, his long fingers caressing her shoulder.

Finally, they came to one of her items and she sat up.

"And the winning bid for first class airfare and a four night stay at the Hotel Bellagio in Las Vegas is…"

"Come on, come on," Olivia said anxiously under her breath.

Fitz looked at her in surprise. "You bid on a trip to Vegas? You don't seem like a Vegas person."

"Trust me, I'm not," Olivia said. "Bright lights, gambling, partying, gaudy shows, no. This is for Jo. She's been working so hard lately, and she needs a weekend to rest. She would love this trip."

"…Olivia Pope with a bid of five thousand eight-hundred fifty dollars."

"Yes!" Olivia shouted in excitement.

"Damn, girl, you do have some cash," Fitz said, laughing and clapping along with her.

"And it's for a good cause."

He leaned and kissed her lips. "Yes, a wonderful cause indeed."

"Next up, a seven day stay at the Amangiri Resort in Canyon Point, Utah."

"Now this is more my speed," Olivia said. "I've read amazing things about this place. It's a remote hideaway far away from the hustle and bustle of D.C."

"The winning bid goes to Valerie O'Brian for ten thousand two hundred dollars."

"Damn," Olivia said, disappointed. At least she lost for a good cause. "I guess we can head out if you're ready."

"Not yet," Fitz said, kissing her temple and pulling her closer. "I bid on a few items. Let's see how it goes."

After a few more items were auctioned, Fitz had lost them all. The next item was presented. It was a beautiful platinum and diamond tennis bracelet, compliments of Tiffany and Company. After the crowd oohed and aahed, the winning bid was announced.

"The winning bid of eighteen thousand dollars goes to Fitzgerald Grant!"

A loud round of applause broke out as Fitz waved to the crowd. He was mildly surprised when Olivia threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Congratulations, Fitz."

He grinned at her. "Thank you. Now we can go."

Fitz stood and offered her his hand which she took and stood next to him. They made their way to a private room to pay for their items where they both handed over their credit cards, hers platinum, his black. After signing a few papers, Fitz picked up the Tiffany blue jewelry case.

"You see, sweetheart, an expensive piece of jewelry can help save the world, and help the people in it."

Olivia chuckled. "Touche. But it cost you a lot of money to prove your point.

They both laughed as, hand in hand, they made their way outside to the waiting SUV.

X

It was almost ten-thirty as the SUV made its way through the streets of D.C. Olivia's head was again on Fitz's solid shoulder, while his arms were wrapped around her.

"Where are we going for dinner?" she asked.

Fitz leaned down and kissed her hair before answering. "Obelisk, in Dupont Circle."

"I love that place," she said. "The burrata is delicious." She lifted his hand and looked at his watch. "But aren't they closed?" she asked, and turned to look at him.

Fitz smiled at her. "The chef's a friend and was gracious enough to host me and my date for a private dinner so we wouldn't be disturbed."

Olivia raised her brows. "So it really is who you know, huh?"

Fitz laughed. "In this case, yes."

"Well, I like the sound of that."

When they finally arrived, the vehicle stopped and Daniel exited. He walked around and opened Olivia's door and assisted her onto the sidewalk. Fitz stepped out behind her. He placed his hand lightly on her back and they walked to the entrance. When they entered the restaurant, it was empty, with the exception of two waiters who stood waiting for them. Olivia looked up at Fitz, and he only smiled.

One of the waiters led them up the stairs where a table for two, complete with candles and flowers, was set in the middle of the dimly lit room.

"Fitz, this is beautiful."

"I'll get it," Fitz said, almost growling when the gentleman went to assist Olivia with her chair. He hadn't missed the way the man's eyes lingered a little too long on her.

"I didn't want our time together to end just yet," he said, taking his seat. "And I also wanted to make sure we weren't disturbed."

"Fitz, you're here. Welcome."

They both turned and looked at the petite woman wearing all black, a white apron and a hot pink flat top hat, walking their way.

"Esther," Fitz stood to greet the woman. "I'd like you to meet Olivia Pope." He turned to Olivia. "This is Esther Lee, superb chef and owner."

The women shook hands before Esther turned to Fitz. "You were right, Fitz, she is beautiful and well worth remaining open for a few extra hours for private dining."

Olivia blushed at the compliment.

There wasn't a menu as the couple wouldn't be having the traditional five course meal. Esther promised that what she was preparing would be delicious. She was also aware of Olivia's seafood allergy and was happy to accommodate. Soon, she left them alone as a waiter brought out the beverages, and wine list.

Olivia leaned forward. "Be careful what you wish for," she warned.

Fitz cocked his head to the side as he relaxed in the comfortable and roomy chair.

"What do you mean?"

"You wanted privacy, but you look as though your mind is somewhere else."

He reached across the table for her hand. "You have no idea how much I wanted this date. Unfortunately, what I want doesn't stop the rest of the world from interfering."

Olivia frowned. "Did something happen? Are your parents okay?"

He squeezed her hand, trying to calm her. "They're fine. It's T.C."

"T.C.? I thought she was doing better."

"She is. But, while I was getting dressed earlier, she called me, sobbing." He sighed as he gently stroked her hand. "She's going down to Chesapeake Bay tomorrow to spend a few days with our parents, and she doesn't want to go alone. She begged me to go with her so that I'll be a buffer between her and our father. As you know, JR Grant can be intimidating and although T.C.'s his baby girl, he's still going to have to lecture her over her recent behavior. He'll lecture, she'll cry and then he'll pull her into his arms and comfort her."

Olivia chuckled. "Sounds like something my dad, and my brother would do. The tears always worked though."

"Tell me about it." They both laughed.

"Well, I agreed to go down with her and stay for a few days. That's why I'm not ready for our date to end."

She smiled softly. "Fitz, Your sister needs you. I'm not going anywhere. Go."

He returned her smile. The silence was interrupted by music piped into the room. It was some sappy love song and Olivia grinned at Fitz.

"I believe you and the staff have thought of everything."

"I try," he said, grinning. Pushing back his chair and standing. He walked to Olivia and extended his hand. "Come on, I want to hold you in my arms as much as I can before I leave."

Olivia would never admit it, but she actually like the way he took charge with such confidence. "On one condition," she said as he pulled her chair out. "Let's not talk about problems, which rules out family and friends."

"There you go again. You have to be in control, and with conditions," he teased and whispered in her ear. "But, it's a deal." He pulled her into his arms and they moved as one across the floor.

"It's not that I'm controlling," she said looking up him. "Do you know how hard it is to earn respect in a field dominated by men? I work in an office where I'm surrounded by them, and I learned very early and very quickly to be assertive in order to get the job done. It's not something I can turn on and off."

"I think that's a good quality in a woman," Fitz said gazing down at her. "Well, not the controlling part, the assertive part."

She laughed. "You're making fun of me."

Fitz's face became serious before he spoke. "Never," he whispered, and leaned down to softly kiss her lips.

They moved in silence until the waiter returned with the bottle of Bordeaux that Olivia had selected from the extensive wine collection. When she'd made the selection, the server complimented her great choice. After they were seated again, the waiter poured a taste for her.

"Thank you," she said, lifting her glass and taking a sip. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan. "Excellent."

For a moment all Fitz could do was stare at the look of absolute bliss on her face. His mind immediately conjured up other things he wanted to do that would elicit that same expression. His gut clenched at the possibility.

Olivia's voice brought him out of his trance. "…this one's from the northern region of Italy. Their wine cellar is one of the most diversely stocked in the city."

He recovered and took a sip, agreeing with her, it was excellent. He was also saved by the waiter who brought out salads and a stuffed artichoke with drawn butter and olive oil, pieces of torn burrata, mint and crisp bread, and drizzled with pesto. When he left them alone again, Fitz stood from his chair and moved it around the table until he was next to her. As he sat again, he reached over and pulled a leaf from of artichoke from the cluster, dipped it into the olive oil and butter and held it out to her. Olivia leaned forward and bit down, slowly scraping off the creamy flesh at the bottom of the leaf with her top teeth.

The sight was so erotic that Fitz became instantly hard, and his body was taken over by want for her.

"Mmm," she moaned, closing her eyes. Fitz nearly leaned over and took her mouth in his. "That was better than I'd imagined."

It was a million times better that he'd imagined, and that was just her mouth on his fingers.

She reached over, grabbed another petal and dipped it. Then, mimicking his movements, held it out for him. Fitz's teeth sank into the warm meat and he pulled it from the petal. It melted in his mouth.

"Good, isn't it?"

"It's unbelievable," he answered.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Fitz captured it. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

"That was even better," he said. His eyes locked on hers, seeking permission. She answered with a subtle nod and he leaned in close. Fitz pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked. He could taste the saltiness of the olive oil and butter as he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, swirling it around, relishing the taste.

Olivia moaned softly and Fitz was seconds away from bursting through his pants.

He leaned in closer until their chests touched. Her nipples were hard through her dress and his heart raced with all the things he wanted to do with her, including draping her across the table, pulling up that sequin slip dress she was wearing and spreading her legs wide. His erection strained to the point of pain.

"Fitz," Olivia moaned, pulling away from him. She panted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "We have to stop," she said just above a whisper. "The waiter will be back with the main courses soon."

"I couldn't care less about the food."

"Speak for yourself, Grant," she said as she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back."

He stared at her for a moment before he stood and moved his chair back to the other side of the table. Just as he did, Esther and one of the waiters walked in with plates of food.

"How was the artichoke and salads, you guys?" she asked.

They looked at each, and smiled before Olivia answered.

"Everything's great, Esther. Thank you."

"Good. Here we go," she said as the waiter removed the appetizer and salad plates from the table. She placed Zucchini ravioli with bread crumbs, Tagliatelle with lamb ragu, and spaghetti ravioli with meatballs.

"Wow," Olivia exclaimed. "That's a lot of food, and it all looks so good. Thank you so much for preparing this, Esther."

"Thank you for coming." She gave them a half bow and turned to leave, but not before giving Fitz a sly wink.

"She's so nice," Olivia said.

"Esther's good." Fitz nodded in agreement. "She also happens to be an awesome chef."

They continued to chat over dinner, their conversation easily flowed .

Fitz finally set his knife and fork across his empty plate. "I've enjoyed this past week of talking and getting to know you," he said.

Olivia looked up at him. "So have I."

"You know that I've gone through that phase of only wanting a woman for her body."

She nodded. "But that's in your past."

"Yes, it is. And you know that I want to know you beyond the physical. Of course that's not to say I'm not interested in you that way, because I am."

Olivia stopped chewing and stared at him. There was something charming about this superstar athlete sitting across from her, pouring out his heart."

"I get it Fitz…"

"So you understand that who and what I'm interested in is the whole Olivia Pope, particularly the one you don't let anyone else see."

Setting her fork on her plate, she wiped her mouth with the linen napkin, and reached out and placed a hand atop his, squeezing gently.

"Thank you for your honesty. Now I need to be honest with you. For the last four years, I've admittedly been anti-romance and kept all men at arm's length. I considered myself immune and unaffected. And honestly, with my work, I've had very little time or interest in romance. Until now."

They sat staring at one another until Fitz spoke again. "I'm glad you gave me a chance."

Olivia smiled. "I'm glad you never stopped coming after me, because I was definitely running. I wasn't interested in a relationship with you or anyone else. As I said, it's been a long time since I've dated, and especially longer since I've dated someone so…so…incredible. Wait. I don't think I've ever dated anyone this incredible."

Fitz laughed. "Well, that's those guys' loss and my great fortune."

She nodded, smiling. "True."

He stared across the table at her, while caressing her hand on the table. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked.

"Not really, not until…"

"The past month, right?" he asked, nodding.

Olivia couldn't tear her eyes away from his. "Right," she answered softly.

Fitz lifted his glass of wine. "Well, here's to love at first sight."

Speechless, Olivia touched her glass to his and took a sip.

Fitz set his glass back on the table. "Now," he stood and held out his hand to her, "close your mouth and let's squeeze in one more dance before dessert."

X

Just after one in the morning, the exhausted and stuffed, couple was on their way back to Olivia's condo. They'd danced, and then shared a dessert of Marjolaine with blackberry chip ice cream. Esther had even packed a to-go bag for Olivia. Joey would not be pleased, and Olivia would pay at the gym.

Except for the soft sounds of the music playing, there was little else being said. Olivia allowed the music, smooth ride and Fitz's scalp massage soothe her.

"So," he said, "you never answered my question."

Olivia turned slightly to look at him. "What question was that?"

"About making our relationship official?"

"You already knew the answer," she responded. "I didn't need to say anything."

"Humor me," he said. "I need to be sure. I know how cagey you can be."

Olivia laughed. "Cagey? Really?"

"You forget how much work I had to put into just getting your name."

Her softly laughter rang through the car. "That wasn't being cagey."

"Then what was it?"

Olivia paused to ponder his question. "That was me being afraid."

He tightened his arms around her. "Afraid of me?"

"No. Afraid of me. Afraid that I would want you."

He expelled a sigh. "And you thought wanting me would be a bad thing?"

Olivia stared into his blue eyes. "No, the exact opposite. I knew wanting you would be a very good thing," she said, her voice just above a whisper. "I just didn't know if I was ready for what that would mean and how being with you might change my life."

She was slowly unlocking her heart and letting him in. Being so open scared her because she didn't trust easily, but, she wanted Fitz enough to give it a try. He was strong and gentle, and he made the effort worthwhile.

Fitz could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. At first the kiss was soft. Then he moved to her nose and then eyelids. Taking his time, he kissed her temple then moved back to her mouth. When he deepened the kiss, he pulled her onto his lap, angling her head so he could get better access. Her body molded against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands roamed down her bare back. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned.

It was Olivia who noticed that the SUV had stopped moving. She broke the kiss, looked around, and saw that they were now sitting in front of her building.

"We're here," she said, finally looking at him and breathing hard.

Fitz's eyes were dark and hooded with desire, as he gazed at her. He didn't respond as he watched her move from his lap and began collecting her belongings.

When Daniel opened her door, she stepped out and Fitz slid over and stepped out behind her. He took her brown to-go bag in one hand, and put his arm around her waist with the other, and walked toward the entrance.

"You're Fitz Grant!" the young doorman exclaimed.

"Hello, Jonathan," Olivia said

"Hi, Miss Pope."

Fitz nodded as the young man pulled open the glass door to allow the couple to walk inside.

"You really are Fitz Grant," the doorman muttered.

Anderson, who was still on duty, stood and walked over to press the button for the elevator.

"Hope you folks had a nice evening out."

"We did. Thank you, Anderson," Olivia said.

The elevator arrived and Fitz held it open so Olivia could enter first. He entered behind her and she pressed the button for the seventh floor, and the doors closed smoothly. She turned to press her face against his chest and wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her body against the length of his.

"Mmm…it has been a very long day," she murmured.

Fitz couldn't manage any words for a moment as he enjoyed the unexpected pleasure of her body wrapped around him.

He leaned down and kissed her hair. "Yes it has, Livvie."

She stiffened and looked up at him.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing…no one…" She stammered. "It's just that no one's ever called me 'Livvie' before. It's always been either Olivia or Liv. I like it," she said, smiling at him.

"Is it okay if I call you Livvie?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes."

He leaned down to kiss her again just as the car stopped and the doors opened.

"I think this is us," she said.

They wrapped their arms around each other and walked down the hall to her condo.

X

Olivia slid the key into the lock, and as she turned it in the slot, she looked back at Fitz. His hand was in his pocket as he looked at her with unreadable eyes. After all they'd done and said today, she felt a momentary burst of panic. Should she invite him in, bid him goodnight in the foyer, or do what she really wanted to do which was thrust her face up at his for a kiss? He had given her no hints as to where he wanted the evening to go, and she hadn't given any hints.

"Are you having problems with the door?" Fitz quickly stepped forward to grasp her hand in his as he took over the key.

In an instant, the door was pushed open, Fitz was halfway through it, and pulled her along with him. The foyer was dimly lit as was what he could see of the rest of her living room. The lights were obviously on a timer.

Olivia let out a sigh of relief as she closed and locked the door. At least that decision had been made.

She dropped her clutch and keys on the table in the foyer and tried to walk past him.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"No."

He set the bag on the table with her keys and Olivia felt him step behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"This will do just fine," he said, as he held on to her.

"I really had a great time today," she said leaning back against him.

"I'm glad. But we don't need the small-talk pleasantries, do we?" He gently turned her to face him and then she was in his arms, his hands on her bare back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up into his face. What she saw in his eyes made her heart race.

He placed his large hands on both sides of her face, lowered his head and covered her lips with his. He grabbed her backside and pulled her closer to him, knowing she could feel the beginning of an erection.

Olivia's body jerked from the contact of his thighs pressed into her hips; she was trapped against the rock proof that he wanted her. She wanted him too, but she couldn't think of anything except…

"I think…maybe we've had enough for the evening," she whispered against his lips, as her fingers continued stroking his thick neck. She tried to pull her hands away.

"I don't think I can ever get enough of you." He kissed her again, softly."

"Mmm…Fitz, we should stop," she managed to say, and moved her hands to his chest, "before things get out of hand."

Fitz stilled his mouth against hers. "You're right." He took her hand in his and walked fully into her living room, stopping to look around, taking in the perfectly-decorated elegance.

"I like your condo, it's very you," he said smiling down at her.

She returned his smiled.

He removed his jacket and tossed it on a chair, and then took a seat on the sofa, pulling her down onto his lap, and wrapping his arms around her.

They sat in silence, watching the full moon from the French doors of her balcony. It was late, or early, depending on how you looked at it, and neither was ready for their date to end.

"Livvie?"

"Hmm?" she said, resting comfortably in his arms.

Fitz nuzzled her hair, inhaling the scent of mango and shea butter, before he continued. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, standing in my home and urgently needing a bathroom, I was attracted to you. I'm not sure if it was because of how beautiful you looked, how unimpressed with me you were, or because you were the first woman whose respect I'd ever wanted to earn."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Had you met me six, seven years ago, I would've definitely fit into that box you had for me. I've done some things I'm not particularly proud of. I've partied too hard, used my money, name and fame to my advantage, and may have intentionally looked for women who were only interested in a one night stand. I'm not that person anymore, haven't been for a long time."

Fitz sighed. "What I'm saying is, nothing I've done since we met has been a show for you. It's who I am."

Olivia had prosecuted hundreds of cases over the years, and had heard just as many closing arguments, but none were as passionate or as honest as the one Fitz had just given. He would make a great attorney. Reaching up, she gently stroked his cheek. This man, she thought. She had to give him credit. He'd chased her down and tackled her just by being himself.

"The first time I laid eyes on you, I thought, who's that guy and why are all those women embarrassing themselves fawning over him? With all of the attention you were getting, I just knew you had to be full of yourself."

She smiled up at him. "I had you completely figured out. Who you were, what you were about and how you treated women. But after spending time with you, getting to know you…talking, sharing, meeting your sister and your parents, I realized I was so wrong."

Fitz nodded with a satisfied grin on his face. It had taken a month for him to convince her that he wasn't some ignorant jock, incapable of emotional commitment and true, deep love.

"I want what we have to work out, Livvie."

"So do I," Olivia admitted.

They stared at each other for a moment before their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Every muscle in Fitz's body hardened, his desire bulged against the front of his pants.

Olivia felt him harden beneath her and she felt her resolve melting away, as he held her, touched her and kissed her. Thoughts of them making love sent her body into overdrive. She wouldn't try to deny that she wanted him, but what she would deny is having him now.

Giving her a few more kisses down her on her neck and cheek, Fitz reluctantly pulled away.

"I'll be back sometime Wednesday afternoon. Would you like to have dinner with me?"

All of the excuses she wanted to use were now useless. Too fast. Need space. Must maintain control. Put some distance between us. Say no. "Yes," she said, wondering why her heart had suddenly taken over her brain, but she didn't really care.

Fitz nodded. "One more thing," he said softly.

"Yes?" she said, watching his intense stare and seeing his affection, and something more, for her in his beautiful eyes.

"How fast are you running now, because I'm going to keep chasing until you come to a complete stop."

Olivia smiled at him, thinking of their times together. The day they met. Their run-in at her office. The dinner at his home and his favorite room. Sharing brunch with his parents. Why would anyone keep running from that? She certainly wasn't.

"I think my feet have stopped moving."

A smile crept across his face and then he couldn't stop smiling as he hugged her close. "Since you never actually answered my question, I'm going to ask you again. Does this mean you're my girlfriend?"

Olivia threw back her head, laughing. "What, are we back in high school?"

Fitz shrugged. "Call it whatever you want," he said, waiting for an answer to his question. "I want to know that we have the chance to get to know each other without the interference of other people."

Olivia wanted the same thing. "You don't have to worry about me seeing other people, Fitz."

"Is that a yes?"

She took his face in her hands and kissed his lips. "That is definitely a yes."

"Good. Let's make it official." He lifted her from his lap and set her on her bare feet before standing and walking over to pick up his jacket.

"What does that mean?" she asked as she watched him.

Reaching into the inside pocket, he pulled out the blue Tiffany box.

He turned back to her and grinned. "A little 'we're official' gift."

Before she could object, he removed the bracelet and locked it around her left wrist. Snapping the lock in place, he stood back, looking quite pleased with himself.

"I'll call you tomorrow." Picking up his jacket again, he grabbed her hand and they walked to the door. Lowering his head, he kissed her again.

"Goodnight, Livvie."

"Goodnight, Fitz."

And then he was gone.

Olivia locked the door and activated the alarm. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes and relived the entire day, from beginning to end. Opening them again, she glanced at the bracelet that represented their new beginning, and smiled.

"What have I gotten myself into?"