Nature V Nurture

by Starfish81

Olivia and Fitz were once a married couple, young, happy and in love. They had the perfect life, except the one thing the two of them wanted most, a child. After two years apart, what happens when one night of passion leads to the child they both longed for. Will this bring them back together or force them farther apart?

8. Chapter Eight:We Are Done

Just a heads up, a few of you are going to be upset with the ending of this chapter. Anyway, happy reading ;)

Chapter Eight: We Are Done

The next morning, Olivia woke up hanging off the edge of her bed. Her left arm and leg were dangling off the side, while her head wasn't too far away. Her silk sheets were wrapped around her lower body, tangling her legs in the sheets. Her hair was falling everywhere, and matted down on one side of her head where she slept. She smack herself for forgetting to wrap her hair last night. She had a headache, but not too bad, and she felt an aching pain between her legs as she shifted in the bed. That was one vivid dream, she thought. Last night, she had had another dream about Fitz. And just like the other dreams he had rocked her world all night long. She could remember clawing and scratching at his back, as he plunged deep inside of her. She remembered calling out his name, while he whispered My Sweet baby into her ear.

But unlike the other dreams, this one was wildly vivid. She'd never felt the effects of a dream this hard, the next morning. She normally woke up the next morning with an aching sensation. She didn't wake with an actual painful pain whenever she moved her legs.

Olivia stretched her arms out, and jumped when her hand touched what felt like a head of hair. Olivia paused, her hand still in place. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer to the lord. Praying that Fitzgerald Grant was not lying beside her in her bed. Slowly she turned her head, and there he was. Naked, lying on his stomach with his bare ass out for all to see because Olivia had all the covers.

She saw the scratches on his back, "What the fuck?" She whispered. "It wasn't a dream."

"No it wasn't." Fitz said, in a groggy voice as he turned his head towards her, his eyes still closed. "But it's nice to know you have wet dreams about me Livvie."

"Fitz what the hell are you doing in my bed?!" Olivia shouted, a little too loud for Fitz and herself for the matter.

"What does it look like? I'm sleeping."

"What? No, no, no. Get up!" Olivia slid out of the bed, with the sheets still wrapped around her. She was up and at attention. How could she have let this happen? Literally how? She couldn't remember anything from last night. All she remembers are flashes, and she'd thought they were a dream until she saw Fitz lying in her bed. "Fitz get up!" Olivia smacked his bare back, when he only growled at her and put a pillow over his head.

"What is your problem?"

"What is my problem?! You mean besides the fact that I just woke up to my ex-husband's white, pale ass in my bed?"

"It's not that pale anymore, it's actually starting to even out."

"Fitz this isn't funny

"No, it isn't. Your yelling is not!" good for my hangover headache."

"Fitz you need to leave."

"Why?"

"Do you really have to ask that question?"

"So we had sex so what?"

"We are two divorced people, we don't have sex with each other. And it's obvious that you took advantage of a vulnerable woman last night."

"Excuse me?" Fitz flipped over, and sat up against the headboard. Olivia had to force herself to look away from his morning hard-on. "I took advantage of you?"

"Yes you did. I was upset last night, I was crying. And you took advantage." last night was coming back to her now, but she was smudging the truth.

"Oh you must be still drunk form last night." Fitz chuckled, "Because I did no such thing. All I wanted to do was talk to you and possibly yell at you for ignoring me. And yeah I kissed you first, but you were all for it."

"I told you to stop Fitz."

"You never once told me to stop. I asked you what you wanted, and what did you say? You told me to shut up and then you kissed me again. Then when we got upstairs, you were the one all over me. I asked you again if this was what you wanted and what did you say?" Olivia didn't answer him, because she didn't like the answer. "You said and I quote 'Take off your clothes'. Now I do recall you yelling stop later on that night, but it was in a drastically different context and followed after the word 'don't'."

"You know what Fitz arguing is beyond the point-"

"Oh, and what is the point?"

"The point is you just need to get out of my house."

"You know this use to be my house too."

"Three key words there, use. to. be."

"Well if I leave, how are you gonna get this good loving?" Fitz smirked, and shimmied his hips on the bed. He could tell Olivia was fighting her smirking face.

"Fitz stop. This can never happen again."

"Why not?" Fitz pouted.

"Stop it! You have a girlfriend!"

"She is not my girlfriend."

"Whatever she is, I don't care. I have a… A…" Was Blair her boyfriend? She had never called him that out loud before. She always introduced him as 'my friend Blair'. She didn't consider them a couple, since neither of them had said they wanted to be exclusive. But all that aside, she still felt bad for sleeping with Fitz. And even though she didn't consider them a couple, she felt like she had just cheated on Blair. She was just one big contradiction.

"Boyfriend? Is that the word you were looking for? Because if I remember correctly, you introduced him to me as your friend. Besides, if you ask me he doesn't look like your type anyway. Doesn't look like one who can handle you in bed."

"That is none of your business. And Erika has a big mouth." Olivia knew it had to have been Erika who told him. Abby wasn't really speaking to him at the moment, and Quinn was immune to Fitz's charms.

"I didn't need E to tell me. I could just tell by the way you act around him."

"Okay just chill out, you've seen us together once maybe twice. Don't go assuming you know everything about us."

"Whatever." Fitz reclines back on the bed, closing his eyes once again.

"No!" Olivia smacked Fitz hard on the chest, leaving a nice red semi-hand print on his pecks.

"Ow! What the hell is your problem?"

"You, you're my problem. Get out of my house and we will never speak of this day again. Because it will never happen again."

Fitz got out of the bed, and started walking around the room, gathering his clothes and getting dressed. "We'll see about that."

"I'm serious Fitz. I have Blair."

"Oh please like I care about that bald headed grandpa."

"He is not a grandpa, and he could kick your ass." No he couldn't, Olivia thought. She was lying and knew it, and Fitz knew it too. Fitz kept himself in top physical shape, and boxing was one of his many hobbies.

"I'd like to see him try." Fitz laughed as he buttoned his jeans. He walked over to Olivia, who was now standing by the bedroom door. "I'm leaving, but I think we still need to talk about last night. An actual conversation where you aren't yelling at me and or accusing me of taking advantage." He kissed her cheek, dangerously close to her lips. "Talk to you later baby." And then he was gone.

X

"Morning Ms. Pope."

"Morning." Olivia walked passed Ashley's desk and back to her office. It was around nine o'clock in the morning when Olivia showed up for work. After she kicked Fitz out of her house, she quickly showered, dressed and grabbed a muffin for breakfast before she headed out the door. She was still confused about how last night happened. She wasn't so drunk that she didn't remember, she just honestly didn't know what had gotten into her. She'd told herself over and over again that she wouldn't sleep with Fitz. And yet here she was, with bite marks on her neck and an ache between her legs.

"Morning boss lady." Daniel, his regular chipper self, greeted Olivia as she walked in. He was holding her French vanilla coffee and her messages in his hands.

"Morning. I miss anything?"

"No, your first appointment isn't until ten. But Ms. Walters is in your office and she seemed upset about something."

Olivia took her coffee and messages from Daniel and walked in her office. She saw Diane sitting on couch, wiping her running nose with a Kleenex. She did seem upset, her eyes were slightly puffy and red. And she looked like she'd just rolled out of bed.

"Diane." Diane looked up, at Olivia voice. She hadn't known she was in the room until then.

"Ms. Pope. Hello."

"I thought I told you to call me Olivia." Olivia took off her jacket, and hung it and her purse in her closet. Once she was done, she went and sat beside Diane on the couch.

"You called me here about Peter right."

Olivia nodded. "He's off his meds again. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I haven't spoken to Daniel in weeks. Not directly. I caught some kind of bug or something from the kids at the school. I've been on bed rest, so I couldn't go see him like I regularly do. But I asked his neighbors to check on him, they said he was fine." Diane wiped her nose again, and gave Olivia a card she had been holding.

"Then this morning, I got a visit from some Detective Ballard. He said Peter was the suspect in a murder investigation."

Olivia sighed. "Peter locked himself in a gas station bathroom. When the cops found him, he was covered in blood. Then they found a body in a dumpster about half an hour away from Peter's apartment. It was his blood."

"Half an hour? Peter would never go that far out by himself. He's never been violent before, only when he's provoked. How could they think he did this?"

"Right now they're only going by how things look and the physical evidence. And the only physical evidence they have now is the blood all over Peter."

"You don't think he did this do you?"

"No I don't. I saw a picture of the dead guy, and he looked at least 250. Peter's smaller than me, there's no way he could've overpowered a man that size."

"Is Peter still at the hospital? When can he come home?"

"I extended his stay at the hospital." Olivia regretfully said. "He can't come home right now Diane. He's a danger to himself and others right now, and I want to keep him out of trouble."

"I don't know what I'm gonna do Olivia. He can't go to jail, it'll kill him, he won't last. He's not a killer Olivia you know that. I can't go through what I did with his father. I can't bury my husband and my son."

Olivia felt so bad for the woman. She couldn't even imagine what she was going through. "It's going to be okay Diane. Peter is not going to jail." Olivia got up and walked to the decanter she had on the other side of the room. She only had water in the decanter for her patients, but she kept a bottle of bourbon in the cabinet for herself. She fixed bother herself and Diane a glass, despite it being nine o'clock in the morning.

"I know a great lawyer, he can help you with Peter and the cops. I'll have them call you."

"I can't afford some fancy lawyer Olivia."

"Don't worry about it." Olivia gave Diane her glass, and the two just sat and drank, thinking about all their problems.

X

Jazmine walked into Pope and Associates, and the first thing she noticed was the smell. It smelled of coconut and potpourri. It was weird at first, but instantly grew on her. The second thing she notice, was how fancy the place looked. This wasn't like a doctor's office she would find in her part of town. She was a little intimidated when she walked to the front desk.

"Excuse me."

Ashley looked away from her computer, and turned towards Jazmine. "Hi can I help you?"

"Yeah, I need to see Olivia, um Ms. Pope."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Um no but-"

"Then I'm sorry, but Ms. Pope doesn't take walk-ins. I can set up an appointment or I can refer you to another one of our doctors if you'd like. Is this an emergency?"

"No. I'm not here to see a doctor. I'm sort of a friend of Olivia's I just need to talk to her."

"She's in a meeting right now can I take a message?"

Just then, Jazmine heard Olivia's laughter, as she walked down the hall with some other woman. Jazmine admired her cream pants suit and cheetah print blouse. It was very feminine and business like.

"Olivia." Jazmine called out, getting her attention.

"Jazmine? Hi, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just came to ask you something. But if this is a bad time…"

"No. It's fine. I was actually just on my way to lunch, you're welcome to join."

"Actually I have a doctor's appointment. And I was gonna ask if you'd like to go with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But again if it's a bad time."

"No really it's fine. I would love to go." This was a good thing, this was good news Olivia thought. She knew Jazmine had never invited another couple to go with her to a doctor's appointment. This was good news.

Olivia quickly went to her office to grab her purse and suit jacket. Since Jazmine came here in a cab, Olivia offered to drive to the appointment and then back to her house. They took the elevator down, and walked a little ways down the street, to a parking lot.

"Nice car." Jazmine said, after she had slid into Olivia's car. She was driving her convertible today.

"Thanks." Olivia put the top down, it was a nice day outside.

Olivia drove them to her doctor's appointment. When they got there, Jazmine signed in and they waited for her name to be called. They didn't have to wait long, because the waiting room was partly empty. Olivia could feel her nerves getting the better of her as they waited for the doctor. This wasn't even her appointment, and she was nervous. She was nervous because she could feel herself getting attached. In her mind, Jazmine's baby was already hers. And she didn't want to have her heart broken again, if Jazmine decided not to give Olivia her baby.

There was a knock on the door, and a short woman in glasses walked into the room.

"Hello. How are you today Jazmine?"

"I'm good. I've been taking it easy like that other doctor told me."

"Good. I'm sorry, we haven't met yet Dr. Carla Jones."

"Olivia Pope."

"She's adopting the baby." Jazmine said and Olivia gasped. There it was, she said it. She chose me. She's letting me adopt her baby. "I brought her, so she could see whether the baby was boy or girl." Jazmine kept talking, but Olivia had zoned out.

"Olivia are you okay?"

"You're really letting me adopt your baby?"

"Yeah why not? You're nice, pretty cool. You've got a good job, nice home. Ms. Hannigan showed me the pictures. I know a lot of people want couples, but there are a lot of single mothers and fathers in the world. And I know you'll take care of this baby and give it a happy life."

Olivia nodded, happy tears falling from her eyes. "I will. I promise." Olivia dabbed at her eyes with the tissue Carla gave her.

"Shall we start the ultrasound now?"

"Yeah, let's get it over with. Olivia promised me lunch after this, and I'm starving."

Carla chuckled, and turned on the ultrasound. She squirted the gel on Jazmine's stomach, and moved her wand around a little.

"Okay, there's an arm. Looks like it's sucking its thumb. Here's a foot, and another foot." Carla had to keep moving around, because the baby kept shifting.

"And there, you see that. That's your little girl."

X

Fast-forward to Huck and Quinn's Anniversary Party

It was finally the night of Huck and Quinn's engagement party. Olivia had been home and gotten dressed, and Blair picked her up at eight o'clock sharp. He was dressed in a black tux and grey tie and she was dressed in her silver shimmery dress. It was form fitting, thin strapped, with a scoop neck line and floor length. She had her hair in an old Hollywood curly hair style, at least that's what her beautician called it. It was Hollywood waves and pinwheel hair style. Olivia was nervous when she said Hollywood waves, she didn't want some old hairstyle, but she loved the end result. She had on a pair of chandelier diamonds earrings and a tennis bracelet, with her silver two strap heels.

Olivia hadn't really seen much of Blair lately, partly because she was working but mostly because she was blowing him off. Ever since she found out she was adopting Jazmine's baby, she had been home preparing for her little girl. She was trying not to get too excited, but she just couldn't help herself. She did, however, only tell her parents about the baby. She didn't tell her siblings or her friends, and she made her parents promise not to tell anyone either. They had met Jazmine once over lunch, Jazmine's idea. She wanted to meet the baby's future grandparents. Jazmine instantly liked them, just as she had with Olivia. Her parents, although no longer together, were sweet and kind. She could tell that they were loving parents and would only be loving to their grandbaby.

Ever since that lunch, Olivia had spent every moment getting the nursery together. She had some movers come and clean out one of her spare bedrooms upstairs. She donated most of the stuff to goodwill, mostly things she didn't need. Once the room was clear, Olivia repainted the walls a soft shade of grey. She built some bookshelves herself and hung them all over the room, much like in the other nursery. She hung up soft pink colored curtains on both windows. She ordered all her furniture, and paid extra for same day or next day delivery.

She bought a canopy Venetian iron crib. Olivia fell in love with the vintage and elegant feel of it. She bought a changing table, but it wasn't the right shade of pink, so she painted it herself. Then stenciled grey elephants on all the sides. She decided that elephants were going to be the theme of the room. She bought a pink cushioned rocking chair and ottoman. And other little miscellaneous things to make to room look a little fuller. She bought stuffed animals, books to fill the shelves she'd built, and pictures to hang up. She even framed one of Jazmine's ultrasound pictures. It was from the doctor's appointment Olivia went with her to. The baby was sucking her thumb, and Carla managed to get a quick ultrasound photo of it. She had it sitting on a shelf with some other photos, and she also had one on her nightstand. She loved to just stare at it at night when she couldn't sleep.

And even with all this going on, she still hadn't told Blair. Which was another reason she was avoiding him. She was planning on breaking things off with him, but didn't know how or when to do it. She didn't want to do it before Huck and Quinn's party, due all to her shellfish reason of not wanting to go alone. But she figured that once she told him about the baby, that he would run screaming anyway and save her the trouble of breaking it off with him.

They were now pulling up to the building, it was a hotel. Quinn had fallen in love with their ballroom, and thought it was perfect for their anniversary party. Blair pulled his car to the door, and hoped out. He gave his keys to the valet and opened Olivia's door. He helped her out, and they both walked in, following the anniversary party signs. They heard the music before they got to the door. When the doors opened, Olivia was taken away. It was so beautiful. She knew Quinn and Abby had spent weeks working on the décor and looking at their work now, knew it was worth it for them.

It looked like something for royalty, yet Olivia knew Quinn managed to stay within her budget. The tables were decorated beautifully with her purple and champagne colors, purple being her favorite color. There was a rather large dancing floor, which some people were already dancing on. She spotted Quinn talking to some of her guest, and pulled Blair in that direction.

"Olivia you made it! And you look so beautiful."

"Thank you. You look great yourself miss."

"Oh please, I look like a hippo wrapped in a purple tarp." Quinn rolled her eyes. "Hello Blair, nice to see you again." To be honest, Quinn was shocked to see Blair here with Olivia. And so was Abby and Erika. Last they heard, Olivia was planning on breaking up with Blair.

"You as well. Congrats on your anniversary."

"Thank you. Huck and the guys are around here somewhere. I think by the bar."

Blair laughed. "I'll take the hint. I'll go get you a drink." Blair kissed the side of Olivia's head before walking away.

"What are you doing Olivia, I thought you said you were breaking up with him?" Abby asked before anyone else could.

"I am."

"Then what is he doing here?" Quinn asked.

Then Abby added, "You're sending all types of mixed signals."

"I had already invited him, and it would be rude to dis-invite him."

"Oh that is a load of bull and you know it. You heard that Fitz was bringing Jeanine, and you didn't want to come alone."

"I'm not thinking about Fitz okay, I couldn't care less who he's spending his time with." That was a lie and she knew it. There was no way she was going to let Fitz show up here with a woman on his arm, and she be dateless. Though she couldn't tell the girls that, because she also hadn't told them about what happened between her and Fitz.

"And speak of the handsome devil."

They all turned towards the bar, when they heard Fitz laughing along with the other guys. They were all standing next to the bar drinking beers and having a good time. While everyone was watching the guys, Olivia eyes had shifted to something else.

"Oh hell to the no." She spotted Jeanine coming out of a hallway, wearing a shimmery grey dress similar to the one Olivia had on. "I know this bitch does not have on my dress."

"Olivia calm down honey. It looks like your dress, but it's not the same." Quinn said, trying to calm Olivia down.

"Oh someone get me some tomato juice right now. I'm gonna pour it all over that fucki- Carol hello!" Olivia quickly stopped herself, when Fitz's mother and father walked over towards them. Olivia stayed close to her in-laws after she and Fitz divorced. She didn't even think Fitz knew she was still in contact with his family. She regularly talked to them on the phone. She still sent them birthday and Christmas gifts. She even went over for dinner sometimes, whenever Fitz wasn't there of course. She kept in contact with Fitz's grandmother, Verna, the most.

"Olivia honey you look stunning as usual." Carol gave Olivia a hug.

"Thank you Carol, you look gorgeous as well." Olivia hugged Carol back, before hugging her husband. "Nice to see you Big Gerry."

"How are you dear?"

"I'm great, busy but great."

"How are your parents?"

"They're great. My sister and her family are in town, so my mother is happy she gets to spoil her grandkids. She's having fun fattening them up with her cooking as well. They're around here somewhere I'm sure."

"They're talking to the Henderson's." Fitz said, as he joined the group with Jeanine by his side. Olivia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Your dad is talking their head off about his cars."

"That sounds like Curtis." Carol laughed. "Well listen Liv, you have to come by the house sometime. We haven't seen you in a while."

"You have dinner with my parents?" Fitz asked, before Olivia had a chance to answer.

"Well of course she does. She comes to dinner more than you do. And grandma's been asking about you by the way. Just because you were dumb enough to divorce your wife doesn't mean we did." Fitz rolled his eyes. It was no secret that Carol and Big Gerry didn't agree with their son's decision to end his marriage.

"Olivia come by the house soon okay? Grandma wants to see you."

"I'll be by soon, promise." Carol hugged Olivia one last time, before she and Big Gerry walked away.

"You still talk to my parents?" Fitz asked.

Olivia shrugged, "Yeah so?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well I didn't think I had to keep you abreast of who I eat my meals with."

"When it's my family, yeah you do."

"Why?"

"Because we're divorced. You're not supposed to still be having dinner with my family. It's weird."

"How is it weird? I happen to love your family, and I can't help that they love me too. You still talk to my family."

"Yeah in passing at the grocery store. Your father hates me! I don't sit down at his dinner table."

"Guys." Abby said, but the two just kept going as if they didn't have an audience.

"Well you know what Fitz, I can't help that you're an asshole and it shows."

"Oli-" Abby tried again.

"Maybe if you weren't such a dick, my father would like you. Hell, maybe anyone from my family would like you!"

"Oh that's real mature Liv, name calling. What would the good doctor say?"

Olivia scoffed, "Fuck you." Olivia snatched Abby's half empty glass from her hands, and walked off. She could still hear Fitz behind her as she went.

"That was rich Olivia. People actually pay you to hear that mouth?"

Olivia stuck up her middle finger behind her, and kept walking. Fitz was about to follow her, but Abby caught his arm.

"Fitz let her go, don't get her started please. Just leave her alone." The girls walked off and left Fitz with Jeanine.

"What?" Fitz asked, once he looked down at Jeanine.

"Something going on with you two?"

"Excuse me?"

"With Olivia. You seem real wound up."

"Were you not standing there a minute ago, of course I'm wound up. I'm going to get some air."

X

"Bourbon please."

Olivia took her drink from the bartender, and down half of it. She was pissed. It was barely and argument, and already Fitz was under her skin. And it didn't help, that all she wanted to do was jump his bones in the middle of the dance floor. He was looking extra fine in his tuxedo tonight. She loved when he dressed up, and the familiar tingle in her groin was back.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you." Blair came up from behind Olivia.

"Yeah, I stepped outside for a moment."

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"You sure? You've been quiet all night. And not to mention, this if the first time I've seen you in days. You haven't called, and you won't take my calls."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Blair I told you I've just been busy."

"Yeah me too. But I've still made the effort to try and see you."

"What do you want a fucking award for using a phone?"

"What is wrong with you?"

"I'm annoyed right now okay. And I really don't have the patience for whatever…" Olivia waved her hand in front of her. "…this is right now."

"What are you so annoyed about? We haven't been here that long for you to already be upset." Olivia rolled her eyes again, finishing off her drink. "You know, you're changing. You're not the woman I use to know-"

"Oh please Blair." Olivia scoffed. "You've known me a hot second okay, don't stand there and act like you know my whole life's story."

"Maybe you need to step outside and get some more air. Because obviously the first time wasn't enough." Blair walked away. And if Olivia wasn't so annoyed with Fitz, she probably would've gone and apologized to Blair. She'll do it later. Maybe.

X

Later on that night, Fitz was standing by the food table, getting his ear talked off by some couple. Jeanine was by his side, as she had been all night. Fitz was beginning to feel a little smothered. He understood that she didn't know most of the people here tonight, but he just wanted her to stop following him around for a little while.

The couple kept talking about their kids and whatever else, but honestly Fitz couldn't tell you if you asked. He wasn't paying them any attention. He was too busy stalking Olivia from across the room. She was currently sitting at her table, talking to Blair. It looked like he was upset at something or her, because she was talking to the back of his head since he wouldn't turn around. She's pissed off two men tonight. Fitz thought to himself. What'd she seen in that grandpa anyway? She can't replace me with a guy who looks Mr. Clean. What the fuck do I care anyway? I don't. I can find me another woman, one with a lot less mouth.

Fitz smirked, but it quickly fell, when he saw Olivia kiss Blair. What the fuck? Fitz knew he had no right to be mad, but he was. How can she be kissing him, knowing he in the room and can see the? How can she kiss him at all, after the night they spent together? Fitz watched as a now smiling Blair let Olivia drag him on the dance floor. Fitz's gritted his teeth when Olivia wrapped her arms around Blair's neck and his hands went directly to her ass.

"Son of a bitch." Fitz thought he said to himself, but he hadn't.

"Fitz?"

"What?" Fitz looked down to Jeanine, who had a scowl on her face. Then he noticed the couple they were talking to had gone. "Where'd they go?"

"They left a while ago, and I've been trying to get your attention since then. But all you can focus on is your ex-wife."

"What's your problem?"

"My problem is that you've not paid me one bit of attention since we got here, and you keep blowing me off."

Fitz looked at her like she had two heads. "How the hell could I blow you off, when you've been attached to my hip all night."

"What's going on between you and your ex?" Jeanine asked instead.

"That none of your business Jeanine."

"The hell it isn't, we came here together."

"Yeah as friends. Jeanine I told you I wasn't interested in being anything more than just your friend."

"Are you serious?"

"Very much so yes."

"Why have you been leading me on then?"

"I've never led you on Jeanine. I told you day one that I wasn't looking for a relationship."

"That's what everyone says when their wanting a relationship."

"Well I don't know what kind of backwards people you've been dealing with. But it wasn't opposite day for me, I meant it."

"She was right, you are an asshole." Jeanine pushed past Fitz and he didn't make any attempt to stop her. He figured she was going home, and he wasn't gonna stop her. He looked back to the dance floor, and was pleased that Olivia was no longer dancing with Blair anymore. Instead she was dancing with his father.

X

"So how is Grandma V really doing?" Olivia asked Brig Gerry, just before he twirled her. Verna was Fitz's grandmother on his mother's side. She was the sweetest, nicest, and funniest woman you would ever meet. Just as long as you stay on her good side. She was now staying with her daughter, Carol, and her husband ever since she fell a few months back. Carol had wanted to move her mother in with her for a while, since he mother was getting up there in age but Verna refused. It wasn't until Verna was walking and her legs just gave out. She fell hard on her tile floor, and broke her hip. After that, Carol didn't take no for an answer and moved all her mother's things into her home while Verna was still in the hospital. She had to have hip surgery to replace her hip, and she has been living with Carol and Gerry ever since. A few months back, Verna was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's. Verna still had more better days than bad, but she still got confused from time to time. Her long-term memory was more intake than her short-term.

"Last time I spoke to her, she said she was fine. And she did sound fine, but it took her a moment to remember who I was."

"Yeah I know, Verna is stubborn as a mule. And Carol wonders where she gets it from. Anyway, Verna isn't doing so well."

"What? Why?"

"Her heart is giving out on her."

"But she had surgery last year. I thought that was supposed to fix her or it."

"Well according to the doctor, her surgery only put a Band-Aid on it. She was always going to need a second surgery. But now, she's too weak to have it. Her heart just can't take another surgery. She'll die without the second surgery. But the surgery will kill her if she has it, she's just not strong enough."

"So, so what are they doing? Did you get a second opinion?"

"Second and third. They all said the same thing."

"Why didn't she tell me this?"

"You know how she is. She doesn't like to be made a fuss over. She's doing well though, better than the doctors anticipated."

"I wish she would have told me sooner. I'll make sure to go see her soon."

"Doors always open."

The song ended, and everyone on the dance flow stopped and clapped for the band on the small stage.

"Sorry Liv, but it's my turn to dance with the best dancer here." Adelle said, just as another song was starting. Olivia was left on the dance floor by herself, until she felt someone tap her shoulder.

She turned around with a smile on her face. That is until she turned around and realized it was Fitz who tapped her.

"What do you want Fitz?"

"A dance."

"I don't think so."

"Why not? You hate me that much, that I can't get one little dance."

"Well I'm not too fond of you right now, so I guess not."

Fitz ignored her, and wrapped his right hand around her waist and taking her hand in the other. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not too fond of you right now either."

"Well I just feel so much better."

"Glad I could help."

Olivia laughed despite herself. Fitz always had the ability to make her laugh in any situation. No matter how upset she was at something or him, he could always make her smile.

"I haven't seen you."

"I've been busy."

"I've been busy too, however I'm not ducking a dodging calls in an attempt to avoid you."

"I've been busy."

"Olivia, we need to talk."

"About what Fitz? I feel like we've spent a little too much time together. And stop looking at me."

"Why?"

"Because I said so, look away."

"You're being extra paranoid tonight. But this isn't what I want to talk about."

"Then what is it?"

"You know." Fitz smirked, and lowered his hand on Olivia's hips. "Or do I need to remind you?"

"Fitz stop it." Olivia snatched his hand back up to her back. The safe zone. "Why are you such an ass, why do you have to keep bringing that up? It was a one-time thing, it won't happen again. It shouldn't have even happened in the first place."

"Why are you being so uptight about this? We had fun, we made each other feel better, what is so wrong with that? There isn't a law that says two divorced people can't have sex with each other."

"Yeah well there should be. Because all it does is make things awkward."

"It wouldn't be so awkward if you would just chill out and stop being so weird about it."

"Well excuse me for not knowing the correct etiquette for a one night stand that won't go away."

Fitz smirked, "One night stand? No, that's not what this was. As a matter of fact, you should come over tonight so we can-"

"Are you serious right now? Fitz I am not going to your house for some late night booty call."

"Why not, it'll be fun. You know it will. If we ever did anything right, it was in the bedroom."

"Okay. Clearly you're horny and you must be drunk. So I'm just gonna walk away and pretend this conversation never happened." Olivia tried to walk away, but Fitz tightened his grip on her.

"The song's not over yet sweetheart. Besides, don't you want to know what you're gonna miss."

"Fitz-"

"I'm in a giving mood tonight." Fitz leaned his mouth closer to Olivia's ear. "First, I'd take off all your clothes. I wouldn't kiss you, not yet. I'd make you wait for that. Then once I had you naked, I'd spread you out on my bed so I could see you. Every inch of you."

Olivia knew she should walk away. She knew she should've done a lot of things. But she couldn't. It wasn't even the tight hold Fitz had on her that kept her still. It was her own body, not willing itself to move. The combination of his hot breath in the ear, his warm slightly calloused hands rubbing on her bare body. And not to mention what he was whispering in her ear, with people inches away from them. She was getting hotter and more bothered by the second.

"And then I'd start at the bottom, and work my way up. Slowly. Deliberately. So you fully understood the choice in front of you. So you fully realized just what you've been missing. And then once you were begging, because I wouldn't stop until you were begging. I'd finally kiss you. On the mouth. So you could taste yourself. And then…"

Olivia's head fell forward onto Fitz chest. She was gripping his suit jacket in her hands, her eyes shut tight. "And then what?"

Fitz smirked, hearing Olivia's breathing change. He knew he got to her, and his ego shot to the roof. He still had an effect on her. "You'll have to come over tonight and find out."

Olivia broke out of her haze, and pushed past Fitz. She walked off the dance floor and down the hall were the bathrooms were.

At first, Olivia didn't notice Fitz following behind her, but someone else in the crowd sure noticed. Olivia started to feel someone following her, and knew it was Fitz. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? Couldn't he understand she needed to regroup? She started walking faster, hoping she could make it to the ladies room, before he caught up with her. Because she knew what would happened if he caught up to her before she could make it to the ladies room.

Fitz sped up his pace, and caught up to Olivia. He gripped her left arm and pulled her into the first open door he found. It happened to be some sort of electrical closet. He quickly swung Olivia inside and slammed the door shut behind him.

Without thinking twice, Fitz hungrily kissed Olivia. He pushed her up against the wall, slightly banging her head as he deepening his kiss. He took advantage of her moan, and slipped his tongue past her lips. He pushed his knee between her legs, and felt her grinding on his leg for a moment.

Suddenly, Olivia pushed Fitz off of her, slapping his face. They stood starring at each other, their heavy breathing the only sound in the closet. What the fuck? Olivia thought. What the hell am I doing? Olivia had every intention on cursing Fitz to hell, and maybe slapping him once more before she stormed out the closet. That's what she planned. But one look at his bulging erection, and she found herself jumping right back into his arms. She kissed him harder and deeper than before.

Nothing else matter in this moment. Not the fact that she was about to fuck her ex-husband in some dingy electrical closet. Or the seventy or so people just outside the door. No, nothing matter to her, other than scratching this aching itch she had. She'd worry about her regrets later on.

Fitz put Olivia back on the floor, spinning her around to the wall. He kissed and bit down on her neck, making sure not to leave any marks. He started pulling her dress up to her hips, while Olivia unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned pants from behind her back. Neither one spoke a word, as Fitz pulled Olivia's panties down her legs, and pushed her forward. Olivia braced herself on one of the shelves in front of her, holding back her groan when Fitz pushed through her folds filling her up completely.

Without missing a beat, Fitz pumped into Olivia like he was on a mission. He knew they wouldn't have long, before someone came to look for one of them. And he was determined to finish before someone could interrupt them.

Olivia pushed her hips back against Fitz, loving the sound of their slapping skin. She leaned up, and kissed Fitz from behind to muffle his groans. It only slightly helped. She could tell he was close, he had that look on his face. Fitz picked up his speed thrusting into Olivia faster and harder. Olivia's feet were starting to lift off the ground with each of his trust. She gripped harder on the shelf, her knuckles turning white from her grip.

A few thrust later, and she felt Fitz's hot seed pouring in her. His calling her name as he came, made her dam finally burst. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from yelling out. Fitz pulled out, and stumbled back into the opposite wall. They both took a moment to calm their rapidly beating hearts.

Fitz buttoned and buckled his pants back, and Olivia pulled her dress back down. She folded her panties into her small clutch. And blindly smooth her dress and hair back into place. She hoped she didn't look too bad, since she didn't have a mirror to check. Hopefully when she walked out, she didn't look like she just got fucked in a closet.

"I made a mistake." Olivia whispered. She was a having a time trying to find her voice.

"Was it not as good as I thought? Seriously Olivia don't start this again."

"I'm serious Fitz, this was a mistake. This can't happen again, I mean it this time." Olivia spoke a little louder now. "You can't do this to me. We're divorced, you don't get to divorce me, and then one day wake up and decide you want to continue fucking me."

"That's not what this is Olivia and you know that."

"No, it's exactly what this is. You don't want to be married to me, but you still want to screw me from time to time. You said it yourself, I annoy you, I anger you, I get under your skin too much. But you also know that there is no one else out there who can fuck you the way I do."

Fitz clenched his jaw tighter. She had him on that one.

"You know there is no one else who can ride you the way I do. No one who will have you stuttering when they go down on you-"

"Olivia-"

"That's all you want from me and you know it. But I refuse to let you use me anymore. You can't just treat me like some whore you got off the street. That little seduction game you just played on me out there, it won't work again I can promise you that. We are done. You may not be able to control your erections around me, but that is no longer my problem. Nor does it mean I want you back. We are done."

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Can i just say that i love how bitchy both Olivia and Fitz are in this story. They're both just honest individuals and tell you like it is. There is no tongue holding for these two, how inspirational... haha. Anyway, let me know what you think about this chapter, or how much you hated it. That'll sure be fun to read. *enter side eye emoji*

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