Olivia smashed her hand over her mouth, in awe that she'd been able to successfully utter the words to Fitz, he seemed as if he was wrestling between being impressed and being annoyed.

"Say that… again?"

Fitz requested, taking a step closer toward Olivia, who took a step back in response, nearly colliding with the antique armchair that rested there.

"I asked… if you were jealous."

"Jealous?"

Fitz asked incredulously, with a swagger all his own. He raised an eyebrow as he slowly took another step toward Olivia, she was almost out of places to back in to, soon she'd be in the fireplace. She was trapped and she knew it. Olivia did her best as to not allow Fitz to get to her, his sultry smirk emerging from nowhere.

"Yes," Olivia repeated. "Jealous. Are you? It seems like you are."

The courage that she'd had to muster was immeasurable, and only managed by her repeating I am Olivia Pope, I am Olivia Pope, I am Olivia Pope. Over and over. Fitz was, once again, amused as he leaned against the armchair that Olivia had nearly fallen over a moment ago.

Taking the final step that granted him access to her personal space, he grinned.

"Why would I be jealous, Olivia?"

Slowly, Fitz straightened her unkempt blouse, smiling at her as he laboriously flicked each into their holes.

"I know you did what you did because you were angry with me, so why would I be jealous?"

Olivia felt her head swimming with air as she met his eyes, entranced in playing his little game.

"Because… I…"

Fitz bit the corner of his mouth and leaned over, his warm delicious breath cascading onto her face, she blinked again, worse for wear as he swooped her up into his arms.

"Hey,"

He whispered this against her lips, without regard for the fact that they were standing in the Oval office, or that he was the President, and she was not his wife.

"This is going to be over soon, okay? We just have to get through this round of press."

Olivia nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed for her impulsive behavior; Fitz was in it to win it, and she needed to join him.

"I know, its just hard. I'm scared…"

Fitz tightened his hold around her waist.

"I'm scared too. But we do our best work together…"

Olivia leaned forward and entrapped Fitz's lower lip, sucking on it, then pulling him into a kiss.

"That we do,"

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