AN: Thank you awesome people for all of your wonderful reviews. You're all rock stars. Hope you enjoy the new update. Took a break from assignments to write this update because the muses were flowing. HA HA. FYI: This chapter is Fitz centric. Don't forget to leave a feedback at the end. Thanks! Enjoy!

The sun was slowly making its way into hiding as the full moon prepared to shine luminous. The Texas weather was cool and Fitz was happy about that. After picking up the 50-lb suitcase from the moving conveyer belt, he expertly navigated through the maze of passengers. He hopped on the first available shutter to the rental car area. The only vacant seat was next to a petite old lady; he smiled politely before occupying it. A few minutes later, he went through the prerequisites before the key to the GMC Yukon was handed to him. Fitz tossed his suitcase in the back of the truck before sliding behind the wheel. He connected his phone to the GPS - the address was already programmed so he simply pressed start and pulled into traffic when passage was clear.

For the next ten minutes he was very alert as he navigated the heavy airport traffic. It wasn't until he was on the interstate that he began to relax because the traffic had thinned out considerably. In his relaxed state his mind went back to a few hours ago when he saw Olivia. He couldn't believe that the universe would bring them together again, even only briefly. It'd been a long time… He wanted to know everything that has happened in the past ten years. Was life treating her good? Did she still think of him? So many questions he had, and couldn't wait to get her on the phone. It was ridiculous that after all this time she still made him giddy. The fact remains that Olivia will always be his one true love. His mind drifted to when he said the very same words.

Melbourne, FL 1998 ~ Flashback

"Liv you gotta eat," Fitz implored.

"I don't want anything to eat," she said solemnly, pushing away the tray of fries and bacon cheeseburger. The two had skipped school and were at Five Guys for lunch that day. It was their favorite eating spot but she had no appetite since her mother told her a week ago that they were moving.

Fitz watched his girlfriend sip on the strawberry milkshake while he finished up his food. His heart was breaking for her because she was taking it extremely hard. In his heart he believed that distance albeit hard will not break them up, but she didn't see it that way. It was scary that she didn't have as much faith in their love as him.

When he was finished eating he packed up her food and they loaded his 1978 Ford mustang. The windows were down, letting in the warm breeze as they cruised through the narrow streets of Melbourne. Instead of driving back to his place he decided to head to their spot. Twenty minutes later he was pulling into the Melbourne Beach parking lot. Fitz popped the trunk and got out of the vehicle. He grabbed the beach blanket that was always kept in his trunk for impromptu beach trips like this. Olivia was already standing on the outside of the car; he walked towards her and held onto her hand. They walked the slightly covered in shrubs boardwalk, passing an elderly couple. They politely said hi but got no response from them. Instead Fitz saw the wife looking at Olivia with barely concealed repulsion. It was sad to say that they'd grown used to people watching them funny because they were an interracial couple. At first it bothered him tremendously but now he didn't care what any of them had to say or think as long as they didn't vocalize it, because if they did, they had another thing coming.

They made their way to their secret spot and spread the blanket on the sand. Palm trees surrounded them creating a small alcove with a slight opening to see the lush ocean.

Fitz sat first on the blanket with his back bracing onto the trunk of a palm tree and guided Olivia to sit in between his legs. He wrapped his arms snuggly around her, inhaling her sweet aroma – burning her scent even more into his senses. They sat in complete silence, watching the waves dance along the shorelines. The atmosphere smelled salty as to be expected. Small daisy flowers ran across the wild grass behind them.

Sensing that her mood wouldn't change by sitting down and thinking about what's to come, Fitz thought of something that would lift her spirits.

"Take off your shoes," he commanded softly, not wanting to ruin her navy blue flats. "…Please," he added when she cast him a look over her shoulder.

A small smile form on her lips as she did his bidding, amused by his domineering side.

Fitz led her to stand on her feet and he followed, slipping out of his low-top converse.

"What are you doing?" Olivia asked bewildered, watching him take off his jeans.

Fitz smirked. "Relax, we're going swim," he explained.

She visibly sighed; relieved that he hadn't completely lost his mind but then she remembered she didn't have on any swimsuits underneath her sundress.

"I can't, I don't have on any swim clothes."

"So…" Fitz replied casually, pulling off his T-shirt so that he was only in a pair of light blue boxers.

Olivia began backing up when she noticed the gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Don't you dare," she warned him slowly.

"Come on, Livvie," he grinned, prancing on her until he caught up to her and scooped her up in his arms in a bridal carry before running towards the ocean. She was screaming at him to be let down but eventually her screams turned into chortles of joy. The warm water hit his feet as soon as he reached the edge, welcoming him in further so he walked out into the water until it reached his waist, mindful of his girlfriend's short frame.

Without letting go of her he bent his knees and submerged her entire body into the warm water minus her hair. Boy, had he learned in the past about wetting her hair. That was a no go. Satisfied that she was now drenched he placed her on her feet. She laughed until she was snorting. Fitz joined in the laughter, knowing that she hated when she snorted but to him there was no other sound more beautiful.

He looked at how stunning she looked in that moment. Her blush pink dress clung to her body showing off her svelte figure. He could see the imprint of her white cotton bra as it barely concealed her erect nipples. His mouth ran dry and he looked away from her and up into the cloudless blue sky to quell the heat threatening to rise in his loins. A flock of birds chose to fly by that time in a seamless synchronization, something that never failed to blow his mind away. They flew with such precision and it was one of the reasons he wanted to be a pilot.

Fitz wrapped his arms around Olivia's waist, pulling her closer and she placed hers around his neck; the waves moved them in an uncoordinated dance. They soaked up the warmth of the sun above and the love from within each other.

So much love for her radiated within him. She was his moon, sun and stars that graced the sky. "Livvie, you have to believe that our love is as big as this ocean. You're my one and only love. Distance cannot kill our love." His voice barely above a whisper but he spoke so boldly and confidently. There was nothing or no one that could tell him that their love wasn't strong enough to withstand the roughest of times. He believed in their love so much. To him it was unbreakable…unchangeable, eternal.

Fitz shook himself out of his thoughts when the GPS said that he was 100 yards away from his destination. He sighed somberly, thinking how wrong he was to believe that their love was unbreakable. He was so young back then and believed that love at the end of the day was all that mattered. But years of growth and experience taught him that wasn't always true.

Five minutes later he pulled into the driveway of an olive green, one-story bungalow house. He parked the truck in front of the garage before climbing out of it. Night had already fallen and fireflies were illuminating the dark air. He decided not to unpack the suitcase and made his way up the driveway to the front door. He shook his head to clear his thoughts one more time before ringing the doorbell.

A second later he heard little feet pattering and a second pair of feet rushing closely behind. The door swung open, revealing a pair of happy faces and he immediately got low to the ground.

"Daddy! You made it!" The little boy called out exuberantly, flinging himself into his father's open arms.

"Of course I did," he returned as excited, scooping him up in his arms.

When the duo had settled in Fitz turned his attention to the second happy face. A warm smile spread on his face as he looked at the woman who blessed him with his son.

"Hey," he said, opening his arms so that she can join in the hug.

"Hey," she smiled, wrapping her arms tightly around him, inhaling his masculine scent.

Later that night Fitz lay in bed allowing his mind to travel back in time. He wanted so desperately to call Olivia but he couldn't. She was probably asleep seeing that it was close to midnight locally and she was five hours ahead. He reached to the bedside table and grabbed his wallet, opening up to a picture of her smiling face. The picture was old and almost washed out but he could still make out her radiant face. He carefully removed it from the slot, running his callous thumb across her face. His mind drifted again, conjuring memories as though it was only yesterday.

Melbourne, FL 1998 ~ Flashback

"Are you sure this is ok?" Fitz asked as he was being led through the backdoor of Olivia's house. Her mother was out of town on a business trip and she invited him over, which was odd if you asked him – seeing that this wasn't the first time her mother left her home alone overnight. It was odd because this was the first time she'd invited him over. Ever since Olivia found out they were moving, gone was the girl that adhered to her mother's rules. She was breaking them left, right and center without apology. And if he was being honest with himself, he would say that he liked it, he liked it very much because he got to be with her almost every waking moment.

"Shh… it's fine," she shushed, locking the door in place and turning off the back porch light.

Fitz smirked at her. She looked so adorable in her mint green bathrobe and her hair pulled up in a ponytail. He was too focus on her to appreciate the interior décor of the house, being that it was his first time over.

"I want to show you something," Olivia said nervously, entwining their fingers together.

"Ok," was all he said before she dragged him through the house to her bedroom. They came to a stop at her bedroom door.

She tugged on his hand to get his attention. "I love you Fitz, and tonight I want to show you just how much," her soft words floated to his ears.

Fitz looked into her brown chocolate orbs and his breath hitched seeing the vulnerability and love shining brightly in them. He watched as she nervously opened the door to her bedroom revealing the dimly lit room, illuminated by candles. The smell of vanilla hit his nose sending a shiver down his spine. He looked back down at Liv and gave her a nervous smile. If it is what he's thinking then he was more than happy to oblige.

He followed her into the modest size bedroom and closed the door behind him. They stood facing each other at the foot of the bed, anxiously gazing.

"Are you sure?" He asked, eyebrows rose in question as his fingers grazed her left arm.

Instead of replying with words he watched as she untied the belt on her bathrobe, revealing a white silk teddy with lace trimmings around the neckline. It fit her a little loose and it had him wondering if it belonged to her mother but he didn't ask.

"Yes… I'm ready Fitz, make love to me," she spoke boldly.

Seeing that it was his first time as well Fitz' palms became sweaty and he had to concentrate on breathing. He couldn't believe that the moment to make love to his girlfriend was finally here.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked hesitantly, wanting to be sure because he wasn't sure if she was on birth control and he had no protection on him. He mentally chided himself for being so stupid because he should've read between the lines when she invited him over; he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

Olivia nodded and showed him the two shiny wrappers on the middle of the bed. She was prepared, he mused. Of course she was, she wouldn't be named Olivia Pope if she weren't. Inhaling deeply and exhaling just as deep he cleared his mind to be in the moment. This was their moment and he wanted to savor it as much as possible.

"Ok."

Gently he grabbed her face between his palms and brought his lips down on hers. He pecked her lightly before deepening the kiss. He took his time caressing his lips against hers and when she opened her mouth, he plunged his tongue inside – their tongues dueled together. She was making soft moans that were making him even more aroused. His hands wandered to her ass and he squeezed them through the silk fabric, pulling her into his body. This was the freest he'd ever seen her act when they were making out. Normally, she would move his hands from her ass whenever it wandered there but not tonight. Tonight she gave him access to explore every part of her.

When standing had become too much they moved to the bed after Fitz removed his cargo shorts and T-shirt, leaving him in a checkered boxer. They were both so nervous that they didn't speak to each other. Both their minds were too preoccupied on what was to come.

On the bed Olivia lay on her back while Fitz lay on top of her, mindful of his weight. He lowered his head to resume kissing her but their noses bumped, causing Olivia to yelp out loud before laughing. "I'm sorry," he apologized, scolding himself for being clumsy.

"It's ok. Relax," she smiled up at him and he felt himself relaxing. This was his Livvie, the girl he loved. It was no use worrying. She loved him and he loved her and that was all that mattered.

He lowered his head again and this time successfully fused their lips together. From first jump he kissed her deeply, timid kisses could no longer be found. His hands roved the planes of her slender body; he touched her breasts and her ass before nervously pushing it between her legs. At first he only rubbed her soft inner thighs.

"Higher…" she panted, encouraging him on. Her command emboldened him and he conceded to her demand, surprised when he felt the dampened soft curls covering her center with no barriers.

That assured him he was doing something right and was able to relax further. His fingers sought her slits, playing it in the way he strummed the cords on his guitar. Again, he felt like he was doing something right when she pulled her mouth away from his and began mumbling unintelligible words. He continued his ministrations with his fingers as his mouth continued to kiss her face, neck or any other place that was available to him.

He was in control until her small hand wrapped around his erection, pumping him. Immediately he pulled away to stop himself from almost cum-ing.

"Fitz…" Olivia panted again, writhing beneath him. He'd never seen her so less composed; it was like a different girl beneath him. He loved this version of her, whimpering and crying out his name. He felt almost godlike.

'Take off your clothes." The deepness of his voice surprised him as he pulled back to push off his boxer. Olivia did as she was told, baring her silhouette. Her brown skin glowed even more under the dancing flames.

Fitz scooted to the bedside and pulled off his boxers, releasing his shaft from the confinement. He took a deep breath before putting on the condom. His hands were trembling a bit but he forced himself to remain calm as he performed the task. When the protective barrier was put on securely Fitz scooted back to the center of the bed. Olivia was looking at him with wide eyes, taking in his length. This would be the first time she saw him fully naked – he was impressive.

Her legs opened for him and he settled himself between them. He kissed her chastely, watching the erratic way her breasts raised and fell.

"Let me know if I hurt you," he whispered hoarsely. She nodded, biting down on her bottom lip as he lined himself up with her center. Fitz held himself up on his elbows so he was feeling tremendous pressure trying to hold most of his weight and penetrate her at the same time. Inch by inch he slid into her, she was so incredibly tight but he didn't hear her crying so that was good, he thought. He pushed until more than half of his length was in.

"How are you feeling?" He asked in a strained voice.

Her breathing labored, Olivia inhaled deeply and said, "good."

He kissed her lips softly and began moving, thrusting slowly into her. At first she was just lying there and Fitz was about to stop when he felt her hips began moving with him. It felt so much better when she was winding against him, creating the perfect friction. The more they moved the headier he felt; it was incredible. He'd never experienced such a high in his life. The pleasure coursing through his body had him moaning and saying things that he wouldn't on a regular day. Endorphins rushed and flooded his senses to the point where he thought he was having an out of world experience. His paced quickened at the sound of Olivia moaning his name, something about the way she said his name was so different than she regularly did and it only fueled his desire for her. He kissed her harder, moving deeper inside of her as his hands squeezed her thighs - sure to leave fingermarks – but in that moment he didn't care.

The foreign feel of her walls fluttering around him was his undoing - his entire body froze and jerked at the same time. He could barely register Olivia's voice calling his name as she too felt the most incredible high of her life, thus far. The experience was more than he could've ever imagined.

Tangled between the sheets and each other they felt closer than they ever did before. It was like a veil was removed and they were seeing each other's face up close for the first time. Fitz held her close absorbing the heat from her body. He fell more in love…

Only their breathing could be heard in the almost quiet room, their overactive minds silenced their mouths.

Olivia eventually broke the silence and uttered two little words, "Let's runaway…"

Sharp knocks on the bedroom door rouse him from his dreamlike thoughts.

"Daddy!" the faint sound of his son's voice pulled him back to the present. He looked down at the picture of Olivia and tucked it back away in his wallet before getting up and heading to open the door.

He looked down at him clutching his plush toy dinosaur. "You had a nightmare, bud?"

He pouted his little pink lips as he nodded his head.

"C'mere."

AN: I know a lot of information has yet to be revealed but a lot of it will when Olitz finally talks. So, what you guys think about this chapter, the flashbacks and revelation about Fitz' toddler son and mother? Btw, how cute is young Olitz? Bless their hearts and that Olivia knows what she wants. Let me know what you think. ;)

Until next time,

XOXO