A/N: So, uh, anybody still reading this thing? Lol. All I can say is I'm sorry. I lost myself for a long while and I'm just now returning home. I guess you could say it's my Destiny (inside joke). I hope you enjoy :)

Fitz groaned and closed his eyes. He forgot his mom had told him she'd be calling him later. He assumed it was her calling. It had better be, otherwise, someone was getting cursed out for their impeccable timing.

"Go upstairs and wait for me?"

"Sir, yes sir."

Fitz released her wrists and slowly moved off her. He watched as she walked away, taking off her clothes and leaving them in her wake.

Dammit woman, he thought. She's definitely going to be the death of me one day.

"Hello," Fitz answered, his voice gruff and tone brusque. He began to loosen his tie and leaned back on the couch.

"Hey honey, is this a bad time?" his mom asked.

He almost laughed but his dick was still a little too hard for anything to be funny. "Yeah, ki—, I mean, no mom. Perfect timing."

Olivia softly cleared her throat from the top of the stairs, quickly getting Fitz's attention again. He missed everything else his mom said once he realized the garment Olivia had dangling from the tip of her finger was her thong. His throat suddenly felt dry, and he almost hung up the phone that instant.

After a moment of silence and no response his mom asked, "Fitz, did you hear me?"

His mouth moved but no words came out at first. Olivia smirked at him as she walked off to let him focus on his conversation. It was only fair since he always got her riled up to the point that she almost forgot her own name. Now he had an idea how she felt every time he touched her or was simply near her.

"S—sorry mom. I was a little…distracted for a moment. What did you say?"

His mom chose to ignore the obvious gruffness of his tone. She knew her son well, and she'd caught him one time too many for her liking. "I said, I'm thinking of having the engagement party the second or third weekend of October. The weather will be nice, not too hot or cold. Do either of those weekends work for you?"

"The second weekend would be better since that's fall break, but please don't organize the party around my availability. This is about Michael and Kayla. I'm sure I can work something out if it's a weekend I'm not free."

"Just you? Are you not going to invite your lady friend too?" She'd be lying if she said she wasn't hoping to get a little more information out of him. For whatever reason, Fitz liked to keep his relationships close to his chest. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't just show up with a wife and then tell them he had been seeing someone.

"Actually, yeah I might. My lady friend just so happened to agree to be my girlfriend before you called. So if it's okay with you, I'll be bringing a plus one."

Fitz's mother squealed—legitimately squealed—into the phone. There are certain sounds he never thought he'd hear out of his 54-year-old mother, and that was one of them.

"Mom stop," he said, laughing.

"I can't help it. My Fitzy has a girlfriend, and a serious one at that. You know you never tell us about them otherwise."

His expression deadpanned. "I do tell you about them, but I know you mom and you'll just get thrilled and start planning a wedding that isn't guaranteed to happen." Her enthusiasm did make him question his decision to jump the gun and tell his mother they were dating. Just because she's all in doesn't mean she wants anyone to know. As soon as the thought crossed his mind he knew he was being ridiculous.

"Can't I be excited that my son is interested in a woman?"

Fitz groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yes, but you're doing entirely too much. It's not like anyone ever thought I was gay."

"There's no such thing as too much, unless we count your college days," she said, cheekily. "But one of your aunts did ask me if I thought you were into men not too long ago, actually. Anyway, I look forward to seeing you and meeting the wonderful Olivia Pope. I'll check in with your brother and figure out a more concrete date and get back to you then."

"Okay mom." Fitz rolled his eyes at the sly shots she called herself throwing at him. He knew she wasn't happy about his playboy days. She took every opportunity to bring it up, even years later. She believed his karma from fooling around so much was the reason he hadn't settled down yet. "I'm going to ignore the comment about aunt Elaine for now, because I have more important things to tend to. Have a good evening. Tell Dad, too."

"All right, Fitz, you too. Bye."

He hung up the phone. He planned to have a very great night little did she know. "Oh, Livvie," he called out.

He listened for a response but he didn't hear anything. Curious, he made his way upstairs, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. He let it fall to the floor on top of her discarded thong. On second thought, he picked her thong up and pocketed it. They might come in handy later if he decided to use them to bind her wrists together instead of his handcuffs. Or a nice souvenir for the collection he planned to start.

He paused outside of his bedroom door, listening for sounds of movement. Again, he was met with silence. Pushing the door open, he realized she was in his en suite. He could hear her splashing around in his tub, but before he made his way in there he couldn't help but notice that lying out on the bed was one of his ties and his handcuffs.

I guess she found them, he thought. He was definitely amused by her apparent enthusiasm. Could his Livvie be a closeted freak? God, he hoped so. The possibility of it had him eagerly walking into his bathroom.

Olivia was running a washcloth over her skin when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. She was hoping he'd find her, but she wasn't expecting him to be shirtless. The sight of his chest and abs as he casually leaned against his bathroom counter almost made her drop the washcloth and soap. She'd never tire of admiring him. Knowing that she was the one he shared his body with, who got to take moments like these to visually appreciate him sans cloths… the mere thought made her spine tingle.

His attention was drawn to her breasts, halfway concealed by the bubbles. They were slowly gliding down her skin as she sat there staring at him, staring at her.

Olivia gently cleared her throat after she realized she was still staring. "Should I be worried that you had some bubble bath in your bottom cabinet?"

Fitz chuckled softly. "No sweetheart, you shouldn't." He wouldn't tell her that he went out and bought it the day after she spent the night at his place the first time because it reminded him of her. He was glad she liked it and decided to put it to use. It's not like he was going to make a habit of using it himself.

"Okay," she said, looking him in the eyes. "Care to join me? I think I might need a little help. Don't you agree?" When he didn't answer right away she raised one leg and let it rest on the edge of the tub.

He needed no further encouragement. He unbuttoned his pants, taking them and his briefs off simultaneously. "You know, we probably should've waited to do this. You might wanna soak afterwards if you're sore."

"Is that a promise?" she asked, biting her lip.

He quirked an eyebrow at her response. He wasn't used to this more open and forward version of Olivia, but he wasn't going to start complaining. If her being all in meant she wouldn't hold back with him, well then that was a win-win in his book.

Olivia scooted forward so that he could slip in behind her. She waited for him to get in before resting her back against his front.

"That was your mom on the phone?"

"It was." He took the soap and washcloth from her hands, gently nudging her to lean forward as he proceeded to wash her back. He contemplated his next words before he spoke. "She knows about you." His eyes never left her body as he tried to gauge her reaction through her body language. She didn't have an apparent reaction that he could detect.

"So this means I get to meet her?"

Fitz bit his lip to hide his smile even though her back was still to him. "Do you want to meet her?"

"Yeah, one day. Whenever you're ready for me to meet her."

"Wow," he said.

Olivia giggled. "What?"

"You're full of surprises tonight. Who are you and what did you do with my Livvie?"

She playfully slapped his thigh. "Hush. I'm a different woman once my guard is let down and I decide to be all in."

"Are you now?" He slowly slid his hand under water. "Show me," he whispered in her ear. Fitz nipped at her earlobe. "Open your legs for me, baby."

Olivia eagerly did as he said. She'd been yearning for his touch since her arrival.

"Don't hold back. No matter what I do, don't hold back. If you do, you'll be punished."

"What if I want to be punished?" Olivia looked at him over her shoulder.

"Don't get yourself into something you can't get out of Olivia." The warning in his tone was hard to miss.

But, Olivia was willing to play with fire for one night. That was her usual M.O. when it came to him anyway.

Even though she'd followed his instructions already he took his time touching her, so many things running through his mind at once— marveling over the softness of her skin, relishing in the change in their relationship. She was open to him, both literally and figuratively, and he couldn't wait to get his fill of her but he also knew he could take it slow. Time no longer felt like his enemy.

He paid attention to the way her pulse sped up—the vein in her neck pulsing rapidly—the way her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as a moan escaped the tight confines of her mouth, the tight grip of her fingers on the edge of the tub, the gyration of her hips against his crotch as she urged his fingers to move faster. He was entranced by everything Olivia Pope.

"Say my name," he commanded.

Olivia was too focused on the pattern Fitz was tracing on her clit to pay attention to what he was saying. Her only thought was, "Don't stop." She moved one hand to grip Fitz's curls as he inserted one finger into her, causing her to release her bottom lip as she sighed. But it wasn't enough; she wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted to be consumed by him. Every. Single. Time.

"Fitz," she whined. Only he could make her orgasm without actual intercourse. It's like her body was his instrument. In a matter of seconds he could have her wound so tight she might break and shatter into a million pieces. And she loved every second of it.

"Stand up," he said, withdrawing his finger from her warmth.

Olivia's eyes flew open. She was ready to protest.

"Stand up," he repeated sternly.

Olivia refused to move. "I was so close, Fitz."

Instead of doing what he said, Olivia maneuvered her body so that she was facing Fitz, her knees on either side of his body.

"You want me to beg for it?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper against his lips. Leaning close to his ear, she added, "Hmm daddy?"

Fitz refused to budge, though. Not even as she let one hand trail down his chest to his penis. She gripped him in her fist, and if not for the way he jerked in her hand, she wouldn't know she had any affect on him. His ability to maintain self control even when she knew he wanted to react drove her crazy.

"Oh, you're going to beg for it all right."

Fitz swiftly maneuvered himself to get out of the tub, water splashing as he pulled Olivia to her feet. Before she had time to react he had her thrown over his shoulder. He walked as quickly as he could into his bedroom without slipping on the floor. A hard feat to accomplish, too.

Olivia giggled as he manhandled her, not so gently tossing her onto his bed.

"Tsk tsk," he said, admiring her naked form. "Now my sheets are all wet, Livvie."

"What are you gonna do about it?" she asked, coyly.

He moved to lie on top of her, both of their wet bodies sticking to one another. She opened her legs so that he could rest between them. When she went to touch him he grabbed her wrists, placing her hands above her. Lowering his head, he licked the beads of water from her skin, starting between her breasts. She wiggled her body, trying to get him to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Rather than giving her what she so obviously wanted, he blew on her engorged nipples. She wrapped her legs around his waist, running her feet up and down the dip in his spine. She wanted nothing more than for him to put his mouth on her, but the sensations from his breath on her nipples were just as arousing if not more.

He slowly descended down her body, letting his breath blow gently on her skin. He watched as she squirmed and goosebumps appeared, following the trail that his breath left on her skin.

When he reached her bikini line he stopped and looked up at her. She slowly came out of her haze, lifting her head to see what could possibly have made him stop.

He didn't speak until her eyes connected with his. "I've wanted you to be mine since the night I saw you on that dance floor. I couldn't figure out what it was but I knew that I was mesmerized by you."

She smiled softly at his words.

He kissed her right below her belly button before moving down just a little bit further.

"I'm not ashamed to admit that I wanted you in the most carnal way." He nudged her legs further apart. "I wanted to feel you." He slowly inserted one finger into her. "I wanted to know your dirty little secrets. What makes you wet." He inserted a second finger before curling them slightly upwards. "What makes your body tremble…" His voice trailed off as he watched her respond to his ministrations.

For the millionth time he marveled over the wonder that was Olivia's body. Watching her was like studying art. Art he intended to master in due time. He wanted to be a connoisseur of her body.

He lowered his head so that his tongue could flicker over her clit as he continued to finger her.

Olivia felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. He always knew just what to do to drive her crazy. And he always drove her crazy. At this point she couldn't remember why she even enjoyed sex with anyone else. Maybe because she hadn't known any better before.

She was so turned on that her wetness was dripping down onto the sheet. Fitz knew she was more than ready for him.

"Handcuffs or tie?" he asked.

"Huh?" She was still too caught up in the moment to really comprehend his question. He was toying with her and she just wanted to come at least once before he started trying to have any semblance of a conversation. She knew that much had to be obvious to him.

He simply chuckled knowing that he wasn't going to get a straight answer unless he stopped teasing her. And that just wasn't an option for him.

He decided on the cuffs since that was the easier option of the two. He knew they had time, but he'd been fantasizing about this for a while now so unfortunately patience wasn't going to be his virtue.

As soon as he removed his two fingers from her she seemed to snap back to reality. She was about to protest when she saw him reaching in the direction of the handcuffs and tie that she'd laid out for him earlier.

Curiosity struck, she decided to be patient and follow his lead. She was choosing to trust him.

Her decision wasn't lost on him and for the second time that night he basked in the feelings that came with knowing she was here and making an effort for him.

"Turn over," he commanded.

He moved back so that she had room to do as he said. When she was comfortably positioned on her stomach he grabbed one of her wrists, gently moving her arm behind her back. Knowing what he wanted, she moved her other arm without prompting.

Her skin started to tingle from anticipation. Knowing she would be at his mercy without the freedom to move her arms excited her more than she thought it would.

"Let me know if they're too tight and I'll loosen them."

"Okay."

"If you feel uncomfortable at any time then I need you to let me know. We can use safe words or you can just call my name, whichever you prefer. Just promise me that you won't let me do anything or put you in any position that you're not 100% comfortable with."

"I promise."

"Good girl." He kissed her shoulder blade.

Once he had her wrists handcuffed, he guided her hands so that they were resting on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart for him.

This position gave him an unobstructed view of her lower lips. They were glistening from her arousal and he couldn't wait to feel her wrapped around him. He didn't want to do anything too extravagant for this first time. The mere fact that she trusted him to do this simple thing was more than enough for the night. He just wanted to be one with her. He might not be able to vocalize his exact feelings for her just yet, but he knew he could try and show her.

And show her he did.

When Olivia woke up sometime in the middle of the night she was wrapped in Fitz's arms—the little spoon to his big spoon. His breath was gently blowing on her neck. Coincidentally, he was blowing on her spot. She groaned, rolling her eyes as she realized that even in sleep he could turn her on. She rolled over in his arms so that she was facing him and buried her face in his neck, drifting back to sleep.

A few hours later Fitz woke up. He checked the time on his phone. 7:08am. He always got up early on the weekends, but he decided to get some more rest this time. There was no need to get up just yet.

As soon as he closed his eyes he felt Olivia start to stir.

Before he could get his "good morning" out, she shot out of the bed and into his bathroom. A few seconds later he heard the sound of her peeing.

When she finally emerged he gave her a lop-sided smile. "A few seconds longer and you would've peed in my bed," he teased.

"Hush," she said, climbing back into bed. "I hate getting up in the middle of the night to pee, so I normally hold it until I'm ready to get out of bed."

"You'll regret that when you get a UTI or you get older and your bladder doesn't work like it used to."

"Aaaaanyway!" She rolled over onto her stomach, propping her head up on her fist. "What's on the agenda for the day? Do you have work to catch up on or is this a free day?"

"I really don't have any mandatory work, but it can't hurt to get a little ahead. Do you have anything you need to do?"

"I do now."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I can help you get ahead," she suggested.

Fitz readily took her up on her offer. He was all for anything that involved spending one on one time with her.

She put her hair up into a ponytail and proceeded to follow him into his office.

She sat in the chair across from his desk and waited for him to tell her what he wanted her to do.

"I've already received a rough draft of the essay I assigned not too long ago from one of my students in another class. I can print two copies and we can both read over it and take notes," he suggested. "I kind of want to know what you think."

"Sure," she said hesitantly. "Do you mind if I ask why though?"

He shrugged. "Cyrus has taken an interest in you, and I know Cyrus. He doesn't take an interest in any student that he doesn't feel is to some degree brilliant."

Olivia blushed at his statement. She didn't know why, it's not like she'd never heard anyone boast about her intelligence, but coming from Fitz it hit differently.

"Okay then."

They both got to work after he printed two copies of the essay. She made herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath herself and grabbing a pen and highlighter off his desk. Fitz propped his feet up on his desk, and they both proceeded to read.

A few hours later they had just finished comparing notes. He was somewhat satisfied by the student's argument until Olivia shot it down in a few well made points. He'd be lying if he said hearing how her mind worked didn't turn him on even more.

He organized his and her notes into a stack on his desk, making a mental note to have her read over the next draft of the student's paper. He couldn't help but think about how right Cyrus was. They really could use a student like her in the department.

"So, what did your mom want last night? Is everything okay?" she finally decided to ask.

"Well, she actually called me earlier to tell me that Michael is getting married."

"Your little brother?"

"Yeah. I'm happy for him. He's really becoming more of a fine young man. I can't believe she's gonna make an honest man out of him."

"What's his fiancée's name?"

"Marnae."

Olivia gave him a knowing smirk, trying to hold in her laughter but failing to do so.

"What?" He asked, curious as to what she found funny.

"Well, I take it she isn't white then?"

Fitz burst out laughing at that. "No, I guess you could say my brother and I have that in common. Can you blame us though? We like beautiful women, no matter the race."

"Lucky us," she teased. "Wanna wrap this up? Not to be a grandma but I'm feeling rather tired."

"Is this code for let's have sex, 'cause I must say, all you had to do was ask and I would've said no."

"As if! You could never resist my feminine wiles."

"You're right," he relented. He could never put up much of a fight when it came to his feelings towards her. "I could never resist you. Let's wrap this up though, I'd hate to deprive the old woman of her beauty rest. You might wake up ugly tomorrow."

Olivia gave him the finger.

The next morning Olivia awakes in the middle of a nightmare, clutching Fitz's arm as she tries to calm her racing heart. She can't clearly recall what was happening in her dream, but judging by the state in which she woke up she knows it wasn't anything pleasant.

Fitz winces and opens his eyes slowly. There's a hint of redness on his left arm where she'd started to dig her nails into his skin.

"Liv," he said, sitting up. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes finally connected with his. Her heart rate began to slow. Her breathing returned to normal.

"Yeah," she responded, her voice coming out hoarse. "I think I was having a nightmare, but I can't recall what it was about."

He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"I'm okay now." She turned her head slightly, kissing the back his hand. "That hasn't happened in a while," she mused.

It'd been months since her last nightmare. They were way less frequent now than they used to be which she was more than grateful for. Her family had briefly tried to get her to go to group therapy, but she'd refused. She just wanted to forget everything that reminded her of him at the time. Talking about him didn't seem like the answer at the time.

"I know you said you don't recall the dream but if you want to talk—about how you were or are feeling then we can do that."

She smiled at him. He was the most caring guy she'd ever encountered. She got up and threw on his t-shirt so she could go use the bathroom. While in there she brushed her teeth quickly as well. When she returned Fitz was still in the same position she left him in, watching her…waiting.

She climbed onto his lap, making herself comfortable. "Thank you, baby, but I'm fine."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body as close to his as she could get. He loved to feel the indentation of her waist wrapped up in his arms. Smacking her on the ass, he gently moved her off his lap so he could use the bathroom himself and brush his teeth as well.

Olivia grabbed her phone to check the time. 7:52 a.m. Definitely way too early to be up on a Saturday morning. She took his shirt off, tossing it towards the bathroom doorway.

Fitz came out of the bathroom and stopped, looking at his shirt at his feet. He gave her a smoldering look as he admired the curve of her spine as she lay in his bed. The sheets were draped over her lower body from the hips down. Her head was resting on her folded arms as she stared back at him.

"Coming back to bed?" She asked.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and tossing them with his t-shirt before joining her in bed.

Olivia immediately cuddled into his side, her right arm resting on his stomach.

Before long they drifted off to sleep again, this time waking up at a much more reasonable hour. Fitz was the first one up due to his stomach growling. He was hungry for more than just food, however. Real food could wait, Olivia was first up on his menu.

She'd kicked the covers off in her sleep, making his job that much easier. Not that he minded working for it. He leaned over and kissed his way from her shoulder to her neck. Olivia didn't seem to be aware of his ministrations until he reached that spot on her neck right below her ear. He smirked as he watched her body shiver.

"Livvie," he whispered.

He couldn't see her face, so he missed the curve of her lips as she smiled, pretending to be asleep still.

He moved his kisses to her spine, slowly working his way down till he reached one of his favorite spots—the dip in the middle of her lower back. He licked the rest of his way down, ending with a nip on her left cheek. That made her jump and squeal. She could no longer pretend to be asleep. He was making goosebumps appear all over, every single last hair on her body standing at attention.

He smacked her on the ass, and she moaned in response.

"I could've sworn I heard your stomach growl not too long ago," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder, her hair partially covering her face.

"Yeah, it was growling for you, though."

"Silly me to try and speak for your stomach," she quipped. She lost her train of thought shortly after that. She gripped his hair like it was the only thing keeping her tied to reality because it was. The way he made her toes curl and her head spin, she didn't know if she was coming or going.