Please don't hate me for starting another story. I was really struggling with support and this came to me easily. I already have most of it written, so hopefully you wont have to wait long for new chapters.

Also - does anyone know the name of the story in which Fitz was shot and was wheelchair bound and had to have all sorts of therapies, with Olivia's support. Then they go to a function and she sits on his lap as they dance. Then he falls from somewhere and he forgets everything and that Olivia ever helped and Tom is almost mad at him and shows him that he is treating her terribly and helps win her back. It was a while ago, when I first started reading and didn't know about following etc. I would love to read it again.

Two weeks before Fitz' inauguration as President of the United Sates of America, Olivia and Fitz had found a moment to be together.

"Fitz, you need to head off, you have your pre-presidential interview." She said as he snuggled into her neck from behind as they lay in bed.

"Liv. I have time, for now, until I am inaugurated." He smiled at the thought of being president before the complexity of their relationship surfaced in his mind once again. "Why didn't I meet you sooner?" he had asked this question rhetorically on the bus the night they first made love, but now he is truly asking.

She turned around, to be face to face with him. She looked into his eyes "Because you wouldn't have won." She said realistically.

"We could have run together in a few years." he said.

"But America needs you, and they need you now, not in 4 or 8 years." She said putting her hands on his face. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I need you Liv. What are we gunna do?" he asked opening his eyes as he finished his sentence.

"We agreed we would stop, when you are president. We need to stop. I will not be responsible in any way shape or form, for you not being the man we both know you can be" she smiled half-heartedly.

"I need you with me. I need your advice." He said sadly.

"No. That's what you want." She scolded mildly.

"No. I want you as first lady, I want to make love to you on the resolute desk, or on any surface I can in the big White House." He said seductively as he rolled on top of her. She felt his erection pressed against her. He began kissing her neck.

Olivia was silent and unreadable for a few moments, confused by his statement, and the way his growing manhood was making her feel.

"Then I quit." She said gaining her bearings. He removed his lips from her neck and met her eyes.

"What?" lust still filled his eyes but he was sobering and she felt it.

"If that's what is going to be running through your head while I am in the White House with you, then I can't be communications director. We are going to be alone, and I don't trust myself to say no to you. So please consider this my two weeks notice." She said disconnecting from him. He rolled off her annoyed.

"So this is it?" he asked. If that's what she wanted, fine. Underneath he was furious but recognised that she was probably correct.

"Well you are going to be busy leading up to the inauguration so, I guess so." She shrugged.

"No. I need one more night with you. I need to know my last night with you will be the last. I need to remember every moment, commit it to memory. It will be the only thing that gets me through. Please." he was now turned on his side playing with her hair, she was staring at the ceiling.

"If you have some time, maybe we can figure something out, go over your speech or something."

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The day before Fitz' inauguration Olivia received a text from him.

"Liv. I need help with my speech. I'm staying at the Hay-Adams, see you at 7 tonight." She sighed. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, but she had resigned herself to the fact that the other night was the last night, but now she would have to go through the whole grieving period again.

She called Fitz when she arrived at the hotel at 6:55pm that night. A few minutes later the elevator opened and a very casual looking Fitz appeared, hands in his pockets, leaning against the back of the elevator with his legs crossed. As soon as he saw her he smiled broadly. While Olivia was prepared to see him, he still took her breath away. He waited for her to move but she didn't. He had to hold his arm in the door to stop the door closing completely.

"You comin'?" he asked which broke her from her trance. She moved into the elevator.

They didn't speak on the way up. They stood on either side of the elevator acting casual.

The elevator dinged and they exited. Fitz led her down the hall. Above the door was inscribed "Presidential Suite".

"Presidential Suite Fitz, really?" she asked as they walked in. The moment they closed the door behind them Fitz pulled her into his arms. They stood just holding each other for a few minutes before Fitz pulled back. He looked down at her and said "Hi" she smiled and said "Hi" in return.

He pulled her by the hand over to the dining room table where a small banquet was waiting. She would have asked if they were expecting company but there were only two settings out. He pulled out her chair for her like the perfect gentleman and poured himself a scotch and Olivia a red.

They sat down and enjoyed a delicious meal, talking about nothing in particular, laughing and just enjoying food. When they had finished the food Olivia leaned back in her chair holding her full stomach that ached from laughing. Fitz looked at her hand and turned his body to hers, his eyes never leaving her hand on her tummy. Olivia suddenly became self-conscious and sat up straight.

Fitz moved his hand to her stomach. She gave him a quizzical look. Knowing what she was thinking without even looking at her he answered her question.

"When you touched your stomach I just had this vision that it was you holding your stomach filled with our baby." He looked up at her once he had finished his sentence. She stood up and walked across the room with her arms crossed, guarded. Fitz watched her walk away and frowned. "Liv?"

She sighed and walked over to a copy of his speech on the coffee table, sat down on the couch with one hand on her head to read. Fitz could tell she was avoiding so he got up and walked over to where she was sitting and sat next to her placing one hand on her knee and the other on the couch behind her head.

Even though there was no way she could concentrate on his speech while he was sitting so close and looking at her with his hand on her knee, she pretended to be reading. She subtly moved his hand back onto his own leg. He picked the speech from her hand and placed it back on the coffee table before kissing her cheek.

"You are making this so much harder than it needs to be." she said finally revealing what she was thinking. He smiled sadly and shook his head no.

"There is no way to make this harder than it already will be. Tomorrow I become the most powerful man in the world, but not powerful enough to fix the pain I know I will feel. So I am trying to paint this little world in my head where you and I exist, where you are having my baby because…" his voice cracked and she finally looked at him "that is the only way I'm going to get through this." She grabbed his hand in hers and he pulled her into him.

"Liv, I want you to be happy, I want you to be happy with me, but we both know that isn't possible right now…But I am not going to ask you to wait for me. I want to, I want to ask you to wait for me, but I wont." He pulled her back to look in her eyes, which were visibly more damper than normal, and tears were threatening to fall. "But Liv, I cant loose you. I need you. I trust you, and your judgment."

She placed her hands on his face "And I am not going anywhere. I'll be here in D.C. just a phone call away if you need anything."

"So we can be friends?" he asked hopefully. She nodded and he kissed her. He kissed her hard and they spend the rest of the night kissing and making love.

XXXX

After about only an hour sleep it was 6am and time for Fitz to prepare for his big day. Not wanting to miss out on any time with her, he gently nudged her awake.

She rolled over while she stretched. "Good Morning Mr. President" she said. Almost instantly he was on top of her.

"You have no idea how sexy that sounds coming from your mouth." He purred as he kissed her face all over. She could feel his erection already. Although she was a little tender from the last however many rounds of love making (she had lost count) she still wanted him. She pushed her chest to meet his so he could feel her breasts and wrapped her legs around his torso.

Sensing things might escalate quickly he spoke "Wait". She was a little shocked by this, and untangled herself from him quickly. He wrapped her legs back around him and groped her breast with one hand. "I said wait, not stop" he said as he slid one hand under his pillow and retrieved a white ring box. She looked at him with a million different feelings on her face as she saw the box. She rolled them over and quickly got off of him and the bed and walked out of the room. Thinking he had upset her he laid his head back on the pillow and looked at the roof.

He was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn't notice her come back into the room. She crawled back into bed and straddled him. She smiled down at him "I have something for you too". She placed the box on his chest. She began squirming with anticipation as she waited for him to open it, unbeknownst to her though all her squirming was making it hard for him to concentrate.

He placed her box next to him to open the gift she had for him. He rubbed his thumb over the black leather box before opening it. Inside was a stunning flag pin. "It was President Eisenhower's, he wore it when he was in office. There are only 48 stars on it, it is very rare." His mouth dropped open.

"Liv, this is amazing. Where did you find it?" he asked amazed. He ran his index finger over it, as if checking to see it was real.

"Just at an auction house" she shrugged. He placed it on the bedside table and pulled her down by her arms to kiss her. She pushed back and forth slightly as they kissed, she could feel his penis behind her and knew she was dripping wet too. Picking up the white ring box from beside them he rolled her over and now hovered above her.

"Your turn" he said as he gave her the box. She giggled. She takes the box from his hand and opens it to the left side of her face. As she opens it the wind is taken from her lungs. The divine and elegant piece of jewelry literally took her breath away. Her eyes welled up with tears. "Fitz. It is beautiful."

"It is not the ring I want to give you, but it is a ring. My grandmothers ring." He began kissing her neck and slowly began moving down her body. Olivia was about to burst with love. She felt him kissing her body while she stared at the ring. She was about to take it out of the box when Fitz spoke against her nipple. "Not yet sweet baby. I will put it on shortly" and with that he grabbed the box with one hand and returned to creating a trail of kisses down her body.

He swirled his tongue in her belly button and let his tongue roll down to her crease. He turned his head to give her one good long lick. She was so sensitive that her whole body lifted off the bed when he did this. Then he blew on her sending shivers up her spine. "So you like the ring?" he asked and watched as the moisture between her legs grew. His eyes were clouded with desire. She spread her legs wider hoping to tempt him with the sight. She bucked her hips slightly so aroused by just his intense gaze. Regardless she needed him to touch her.

"Fitz" she whispered out breathlessly.

He watched her glisten for a few seconds more before diving back in. She jumped at the contact before immediately starting to get him to take more of her. While his tongue felt amazing she needed more. "Fitz…Inside" was all she could get out.

"Soon sweet baby, soon. But first you have to come all over my mouth. Can you do that?" he said between licks. Those words made her explode instantaneously. She squeezed her eyes closed and he continued licking her up.

She felt the bed move as he removed his head from her crotch and thought she had some reprieve, but she was wrong. He pulled both her feet towards the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes to see what was going on only to see his lust filled eyes looking down at her and his mouth glisten with her juices.

He picked up the ring box from the bed and took the ring out. He then picked up her hand and he examined her finger. He moved the ring slowly onto her finger and he simultaneously entered her just as slowly. She had been concentrating on him putting the ring on and had not noticed him line himself up with her centre.

When he entered her, she gasped. Fitz kissed the ring once he was fully inside her and the ring was completely on her finger. He leaned down over her and kissed her sweetly before slowly pulling out of her. He stood back up and slammed back into her. Her stomach muscles clenched at the sensation and her torso lifted off the bed. She put her hands down on the bed beside her to maintain her half upright position. From here she had the perfect view of their joining. She watched as the veins on his cock disappeared inside her repeatedly. He saw her watching and wanted her participation so he grabbed one of her hands, so she was now resting on the other, and placed it between them. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around him at his base as he pounded into her. Her hand quickly became damp with her own essence that covered his shaft. She would squeeze and tighten her grip around him and he would throw his head back.

He had one hand on her hip and moved his other on her breast and massaged lightly feeling and palming her nipple. She moved the three remaining fingers on the hand that was gripping him around to feel whatever of his balls she could. He gritted his teeth briefly before he moved the hand from her breast to her head and leaned down to kiss her passionately. Their tongues battled. He could feel her walls contracting.

He broke the kiss "You close?" He asked and she whimpered in agreement. "Help yourself before I turn you over." She released her grip on him and slid her hand over her slit slowly before finding her sensitive nub. She rubbed in circles with two fingers. She looked up to find Fitz literally panting as he watched her please herself. Only Fitz knew her better than she knew herself so she climaxed shortly after. He paused inside her feeling her clench against him as he kissed her neck and face.

When she recovered slightly she began moaning at his soft kisses and running her hands up and down his arms. He ran his left hand down her body and picked up the leg he found as he disconnected his mouth from her body. He saw her pout at the loss of contact. Her face quickly changed into one of surprise when he quickly flipped her over while remaining inside her. She clenched both her hands together and placed her head just behind them, her forehead resting on the bed. This was both the most comfortable for the onslaught that would begin shortly, and allowed for the deepest penetration.

He slowly moved backwards before smashing back into her. Her back arched like a cat but a moan escaped her mouth at the same time. His rhythm was slow but hard. While satisfying, she slowly began to need more. "Faster" she whispered and he acquiesced. His pace became more irregular and she began clenching deliberately.

Between pounds he said, "Are. You. Trying. To. Make. Me. Cum?" She nodded her head. He slapped her ass. "Not yet." He said through gritted teeth. She yelped at the slap. "Understood?" she didn't respond. He slapped her again and she moaned out in agreement.

Soon after he could feel her legs shaking from their various sessions just like this one, so he slowed before turning her to her side and hoisting one leg up to her chest and holding it in place. This allowed depth, but also eye contact.

She felt herself reaching her peak as he began again and looked up at him to see him staring back. "I'm so close" and she closed her eyes, knowing this was it. He leaned down "Sweet baby, open your eyes. I need to see you." They shared a brief kiss before they toppled over together, wide-eyed, taking in everything in. He collapsed next to her and they just looked at each other.

What felt like only seconds, but was probably about 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door advising Fitz they needed to leave in half an hour. They collected themselves before heading out.

"Goodbye Fitz" she said as they walked to the door of the room. He turned her around and planted a final and gentle kiss on her lips. They broke away and she felt the tears fall before the door was open. She was greeted by two secret service agents: one tall with light hair, the other much shorter with brown hair. She wiped her tears but saw the taller one nod at her. She walked down the hall to the elevator where she watched his door disappear as the doors to the elevator closed.

Olivia attended the inauguration and one of the balls that day but had tried to stay as clear of Fitz as possible. She would catch him staring at her from across the room more often than not and was finding it difficult to stay away.

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It was much harder to keep her promise that he would not loose her than she thought it would be. He called her frequently and she avoided his calls for the first three months until Cyrus showed up at her door with a bottle of wine.

"My husband wants a baby, but I already have one and his name is Fitzgerald Grant and so happens to be the President of this great nation." He said in a huff as she held the door open for him to enter. She heard Cyrus plonk himself down on the couch and she retrieved two glasses for the wine. She sat down next to him and poured him a large glass, which he downed in mere seconds.

She stared at him incredulously. "That bad huh?" she asked pouring more wine in his now empty cup. She then poured herself a glass and placed the bottle on the coffee table. "He is steadily become more touchy as the weeks go by, not sure what is going on with him, and of course he wont tell me."

"Maybe he just needs time to adjust" she suggested. This is what she was telling herself anyway, that he needed to adjust to not having her and being president.

"Can you talk to him. He listens to you!" he asked.

"I don't work for the him anymore remember." She smirked.

"Oh, I am well aware of that fact. Do you know how hard it is to find a communications director after you?" he looked serious. She felt a little bad.

"I'll see what I can do Cy." He smiled briefly before turning on the news.

XXXX

The next night, almost as if on que her phone rang. She knew who it was when she answered.

"What" she said.

"You have been avoiding me." The familiar voice said back to her. It had not been very long at all since the last time she heard his voice, it was after all on the news daily, but it was the first time he had spoken to her specifically.

"I have been busy" she said.

"I see that. Olivia Pope and Associates. I like it." She could hear him smile. "So who, may I ask, are the associates?"

"A couple of friends from college, one from boarding school and you met Huck." She stated.

"And how is business?" he asked.

"Slow. We have had a few cases, but nothing major. Hopefully word of mouth will spread soon." She truly hoped it would. "How is life in that big ol' house?" she asked.

"Honestly?" he asked. She knew where this was going. "Without you it is miserable." He said before she heard him take a sip of what she assumed was scotch.

"Fitz…" she said sternly.

"And you wont even take my calls." They were both silent. "Once a week." He said.

"What" she asked confused.

"You take my call once a week" he said confidently. She thought on it.

"Will that make you more bearable for Cyrus, and all the other White House staff?" she asked.

"Definitely" he said with a smile knowing she was about to agree.

"Fine. Once a week." And she hung up.

XXXX

She kept to her agreement. He called her once a week, Sundays, and he was naturally less agitated. Only a week after the initial call Cyrus asked her what she said because his mood had certainly improved. She tried to assure him that he just needed time to adjust.

Fitz was generally well behaved during their weekly calls, he would say he missed her almost every call, but nothing much more than that. Perhaps he realized the toll it took on the both of them to think in that way as opposed to just being what they were, friends.