A/N – I have tried and tried to hold off on starting this collection of one-shots, but I find it very difficult to stay focused on my current stories when I have such amazing (crazy?) plot ideas running through my head. These one-shots aren't connected, just simply collected in one place. Not all will be Olitz. There will be plenty of Terry in here, too. The songs aren't mine – they belong to the respective artists/songwriters. This first one is Terry.

Strange Love

"We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no,no

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They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange

But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

"Tony," Kerry moaned, gripping his hair. He winced as she pulled on the curly strands; his scalp still sensitive from their last encounter. The woman had a thing for his hair. He smirked as his lips moved to her neck. Sucking hard on the silky skin at the base of her throat, he chuckled – knowing damn well that it drove her insane. She was being loud – louder than she should be given their location, but he didn't care. He wanted everyone to know that she was his; needed them to know. Her legs tightened around his waist and one hand moved to his back, dragging her nails across his skin. This had become the norm for them. Leaving marks on each other had become an addiction – along with later lying that the marks had come from one of their scenes. Acting – it was very demanding.

"Fuck," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second as she clung to him. Sex with Tony was nothing short of spectacular. He knew her every weakness – every spot that would have her practically falling apart in his arms. He had taken time to map out her body and each time they were together; she was grateful for that. He was the best lover she had ever had.

His mouth found her earlobe, tracing his tongue across the pierced lobe before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. She groaned as he started suckling the tender skin, his hands moving to her hips. His grip was rough, leaving finger-shaped indentions on her hips. She felt the building pressure in her abdomen and knew she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer – if holding on was what it could be called with him. She rarely was holding on where he was concerned.

Her back collided with the hard, cold metal bottom of the mirror hanging over the sink with each thrust. She tilted her head back, wincing as it hit the glass, not hard enough to break, and exposed her throat to him. She was done for and she knew it. The makeup department was going to have fun covering the hickies he was giving her. He hated when she told him to be careful, to not leave any marks. She'd learned a long time ago that it was a waste of breath. He liked leaving his mark on her and, truth be told, she liked being marked. By him.

The feel of him stretching her with each thrust had her toes curling. Rarely did they have slow, good old fashioned, sex. Their stolen moments were far and few in-between – often leading to that "are those my panties on the fan?" type of sex that had come to define their relationship. It's not that there wasn't more to their relationship than fast, rough (very gratifying, if she were being truthful) sex. He loved her and she loved him. Simple as that. Or not so simple as it was where they were concerned. He was married and so was she. Not happily, though. That was the keyword. He hadn't been happy with Jane for quite some time and Kerry…she never had been happy with Nnamdi.

His hands moved to her hair, massaging her scalp as his lips sought hers. Their kiss was slow, sensual in contrast with the rough way he was pounding into her. Their tongues dueled back and forth before she finally gave way to him. He chuckled against her lips – she always gave in to him. It was a game for them. She would play hard to get and he…well he wasn't very good at the game. He couldn't lie about his feelings as easily as she could. He grunted as she tightened her legs around him in a near bruising hold, trying to hold him still as she exploded around him.

"Happy?" He asked, resuming his bruising pace.

"I always am," she quipped, moving her hands to his shoulders and leaning back just far enough to meet his blue gaze.

"Oh, Kerry," he laughed, finding her lips once more as he found his release.

Everybody wants to know/ If we fucked on the bathroom sink

How your hands felt in my hair/ if we were high on amphetamines

"Where were you? We needed you in makeup about fifteen minutes ago!" She almost felt bad for Denise – she sure looked flustered enough, but one glance at Tony's smiling face as he stood to the side, talking to Scott; the wink, followed by an eye roll and crude hand gesture behind Scott's back, had her nearly in tears. He didn't like Scott; had told her on several occasions that he was jealous of the scenes she filmed with the decidedly untalented man-child. For all of Tony's love and respect for Shonda, he ranted to Kerry every time there was any form of love scene between Olivia and Jake. Tony hated to share the love scenes.

She quietly followed Denise to makeup, trying to remind herself of which scene they were supposed to be shooting. She was almost certain it was one between herself and Tony, but she couldn't remember which one. Her brain was still frazzled from their encounter in the women's bathroom on set. If she had to guess, it wasn't a pretty scene. He was possessive always, but he was only that possessive, that loving when they had to shoot a bad scene. It was contradictory to whatever they were shooting. Almost as if he wanted her to know that whatever their characters were about to say to one another, it wasn't true. Never would be true.

She slid into the hard chair before the giant, lit mirror. Denise's workspace was always a cluttered, organized mess. Different types of makeup and skincare products were sprawled across the giant white, tabletop in an unnavigable way to anyone, but Denise. She knew where everything was and instantly found the primer she needed. Kerry shrugged out of her sweater, leaving her in a grey tank top. Denise gasped the moment she turned to her 'subject'.

"What happened to you?" Kerry glanced down; her chest was covered in small, blue-black love-bites. Tony had been busy.

"I told him to be careful." She never did elaborate on the him she spoke of – assuming that Denise would believe it to be her husband. The look Denise threw her way and the low, "Hmmph" told her otherwise.

"Let's see what I can do. If all else fails, they'll just have to change your wardrobe for this scene. I'm not a miracle worker." Kerry smiled at that – there was a reason Olivia seemed to favor high collared shirts and jackets. Rarely was her skin unmarked enough to allow for anything lower. Thank you, Tony. She rolled her eyes. She knew she still wouldn't chastise him despite the third-degree she was receiving in makeup, and would likely receive later in wardrobe. She liked his marks; his way of laying claim to hers. The thought of being his was one she had grown to love.

"Do you want me to turn the television off?" Denise asked as some gossip show began in on everyone's current, favorite topic – the relationship status between Scandal's seemingly hot-for-each-other costars.

"Nah," Kerry replied, averting her gaze. The television could stay on; she didn't have to watch it. She watched Denise's blonde head bob back and forth as she worked furiously to cover the marks on Kerry's chest. When all was said and done, there was no doubt that she would most likely be wearing more makeup on her neck and chest than her face. This routine was normal for them. Kerry knew that give or take thirty minutes and Denise would be sending her off to wardrobe to find something to cover her chest. Until then, she had to patiently wait out the dabbing and rubbing in of foundation.

Denise jumped, spilling a large glob of foundation on Kerry's chest, when the door swung open. There normally weren't visitors in makeup. It was an unspoken rule on set that when that door was closed, it didn't get opened again until the person in makeup was leaving. Of course, rules didn't pertain to Tony. She bit back a groan at the sight of him. He had already been to wardrobe. The black dress pants clung to his body, accentuating his perfectly sculpted ass and the white button up did little to hide the fact that he worked out most nights. He was still sporting his 'just fucked' hairstyle courtesy of Kerry.

"What is wrong with me?" she thought as she eyed him, "We literally just fucked."

He gave her a sly grin; the twinkle in his blue eyes telling her that he knew exactly what she was thinking. The suggestive waggle of his eyebrows told her that he was thinking the same thing, too. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. He was insatiable. And he was slowly making her that way.

"Hi, Tony," Denise greeted.

"Hey, Denise," then turning to Kerry, "Have you been listening to this?" He nodded his head in direction of the television.

"Um. No?"

"Uh-huh." He turned the volume to the television up and perched himself on the table by Kerry. She sighed and moved her eyes to the television – he had rewound the show to the part where the hosts were talking about them.

"We had a special insider account about the two hottest stars on television today – Scandal's Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn."

"I bet," Denise mumbled, wiping her hands as she shook her head at the sight of Kerry's chest. There were still a few noticeable places where the foundation hadn't managed to hide the marks, but overall, they were barely noticeable. It hadn't been as bad as Denise had originally thought.

"'I made this up to get ratings' doesn't sound nearly as promising," Kerry quipped, crossing her arms and listening to the show. Tony was being remarkably quiet.

"Apparently, the two have been spending quite a bit of alone time together on and off set." The perky blonde giggled as the brunette chose to give an unconvincing look of surprise. Kerry glanced to her side at Tony, he was watching the screen intently.

"There have even been rumors that Kerry received 33 – 33! – dozens of roses for her birthday!"

"That's impressive!"

Tony muted the television at that, dropping the controller on the vanity and standing. He bent beside Kerry, whispering in her ear, "They're all wondering if we fucked on the bathroom sink." He rolled his eyes, glancing sideways at her. Her cheeks burned bright at his words – why did he have to pick those words, exactly? It invoked a flashback of everything they had done only hours ago.

"I don't kiss and tell." She pretended to lock her lips and throw away the key.

And everybody wants to hear/ How we chainsmoked until three

And how you laughed when you said my name/And how you gripped my hips so mean

"I don't think Scott ever recovered from your wardrobe change," Tony commented, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. There was a gentle breeze in the night air, rustling their hair, as they stood on the balcony of a hotel room – looking out over the city. The Los Angeles traffic was still heavy – as it normally was on most days. This was a special treat that they allowed themselves occasionally – staying at a hotel, together, while shooting for the show. They were generally careful while doing so – even now they were aware of the possibility that a photographer may see them and snap a few shots. That seemed unlikely, though, with them being on the top floor and it being dark out.

"Well, Denise officially decided that whoever keeps leaving marks on me is an asshole."

"Then she's going to really hate me after tonight." He winked, causing her to laugh. His hands travelled down her sides, stopping at her hips and pulling her back toward him, her ass colliding with his pelvis.

"Is that so?" she questioned, a glint in her eyes as she wiggled against him. His lips moved to her neck and he began sucking on the tender flesh – already working his magic. She groaned, leaning her head back against his shoulder and letting her hands snake into his hair. She needed this. They needed this. She had been right about the scene they had had to shoot – another argument between their characters. There always seemed to be arguments for them to film nowadays. Happy scenes rarely came and when they did, there was almost always an immediate fallout. The fans were getting tired of it, she knew. They were getting tired of it. It was a testament to their ability as actors to be able to fight as well as they did in those scenes.

"We wouldn't want those lovely hosts of Access Hollywood to be completely wrong about us, would we?" She started to giggle at that before she thought back to what had been said on the television that afternoon. There were always speculations about the two of them, but there had never been a supposed inside scoop and the things they had said…how had they known about the roses? Her next thought went to her parents. Had they seen what the media was reporting? Did they believe it? She didn't think they would. They knew there were rumors about their daughter and her costar, but they didn't know that any of them were true.

Tony, sensing the change in her body, spoke: "I'm already dealing with their 'source' – it won't happen again."

And she believed him. If he had asked for them to stop running those stories, then they would. His name was not one to be taken lightly. Though she did have a question.

"Who was the source?"

"We have to be more careful around Scott." She felt the anger in her veins at that. Fucking Scott. Their other costars knew, of course, and had managed to keep a secret. No one had ever acknowledged that they knew, and Tony and Kerry certainly weren't going to speak up, but they knew. It was the worst kept secret on set. But Scott…of course he couldn't keep it to himself.

"Before you assembly the hunting party to take Scott down…"

"It's three in the morning, what better thing is there to do?" And they laughed. There wasn't anything better to do – besides, they could find the fun in everything when they were together. So they stayed up until the crack of dawn, devising ways to torture Scott on set.

Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name

Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me

Ding.

Kerry rolled her eyes at the sound of her phone. She could almost guess who it was. Retrieving the slim device, she opened her messages and giggled.

"Good luck! While you're having all the fun, I'm going to be watching the most beautiful woman I know ;)"

She wouldn't exactly call this interview fun – she seemed to always be hounded about Tony when she did these things, but his text made her smile. He was good with compliments and handed them out frequently. She responded to his message before placing the phone back in her pocket. That was one thing she loved about the cream-colored Neiman Marcus dress Tony had helped her pick out – it had pockets. Part of her wondered how she had ever gotten by wearing dresses without pockets. They were so much more convenient.

"Ready?" She nodded at the question, heading out the door. These interviews were draining her. There seemed to be a new one every day and there were always the inevitable questions about she and Tony. Everyone was waiting for her to slip up and admit to their relationship. They couldn't accept that she and Tony weren't ready to announce anything yet. Not that they hadn't discussed coming clean. They planned to soon, but he still had to talk to his daughters. He didn't want them to be blindsided by the media if she and he did come clean. She understood and respected that.

Putting a smile on her face, she walked out into the blinding lights of the studio to the cheers of the audience. Live shows were almost always the worst – those were the ones where they really liked to try and coerce her into a confession. There wasn't much she could do to deflect their questions when they were live. Waving to the audience, she reached the small raised platform at the front of the room and greeted the hosts with a hug before taking her seat. She answered some mundane questions about the show and what she planned on doing over the summer, then steeled herself for the not so subtle hints she knew were coming about she and Tony.

"Any plans to meet up with your costars?" The twinkle in Ryan's eye as he asked the question had her reminding herself not to roll her eyes – he obviously wanted her to slip up and mention her plans.

"Occasionally, we'll all run into each other, but I intend to spend what precious time I do have off with my family." There, she had successfully evaded the question without lying. No one needed to know just who she considered family and who she didn't. Ryan threw her a disappointed look – he had wanted more.

"I talked to the girls today." He straightened his tie in front of the large mirror. She whipped her head around to look at him as she fastened her earrings. She felt the knot in her stomach. She knew this day was coming, but now…now it felt so real. He had told his daughters and that was the only thing that had been holding them back. Now…now what?

"I will walk out there with you," he stated, leaning against the mirror and crossing his arms as he watched for her reaction. His face fell and he crossed the room in large strides when a single tear fell from her eye. "I didn't mean to upset you. We don't have to do this now."

"No, that's not it. How long have we waited for this moment? And now…let's do it."

"That's what I wanted to hear," he whispered against her lips, his mouth easily settling on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get closer as she opened her mouth to him and let him slip his tongue in. It was always so easy to forget herself when she was with him.

"Ahem…" They turned around, shocked at the sound of someone interrupting them. Tony narrowed his eyes at her 'husband'.

"Are you ready, Kerry?"

"About that…" she glanced at Tony, taking a deep breath, "I think it's time we end this charade. Don't you Nnamdi?"

"You're ready to go public?"

"We are." Tony's voice was possessive, borderline forceful. He knew that Kerry's marriage had been a façade – a way of hiding their relationship and helping Nnamdi hide his own secrets. Secrets that Tony had never cared about – he was too damn jealous that Nnamdi was the one to give Kerry his last name; even if the marriage was fake.

"Thanks for everything you've done, Kerry."

"This isn't going to make anything difficult for you?" It was just like her to worry more about someone else when her own happiness was within reach. But she and Nnamdi had become friends. They may not be lovers – far from it, truth be told, but they still cared for each other. And she didn't want to cause him any trouble.

"No. We've been married long enough I don't think anyone's going to have any questions…especially once…"

"Once they see me on Tony's arm tonight."

"I'm sorry for anything they say about you, Kerry. It isn't true and you don't deserve it." He was sincere – Tony at least had to give the man that much. He could have taken the news in a completely different direction, but he hadn't. He valued her friendship too much to take it in a different direction.

And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream

They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak

Cameras flashed as Tony and Kerry walked the red carpet. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, his hand resting on her round backside. She kept her arm possessive around him. Murmurs followed them, but most were chalking the affection up to the usual displays between the two Scandal stars. Nothing new. Stopping to allow their pictures to be taken, Tony surprised the photographers when he spun Kerry around, dipping her low and placing his lips on hers. Immediately, those present could tell this kiss was unlike any they had witnessed before – it was deeper, lasted far longer, and there was no hiding the love that was channeled through it. Cameras clicked like crazy.

Coming up for air, Tony wrapped his arm around her waist once more. A satisfied grin covered Kerry's face. Damn, it felt good to do that in public. She touched her fingers to her swollen lips – that man sure knew how to kiss. She chuckled at the sight of the reporters chomping at the bits to interview the two although none were brave enough to make the first move. Tony had them all scared shitless most of the time. They wouldn't report any story about him without the go-ahead first. Together, they walked the rest of the carpet, finding their seats inside.

Hand in hand, they walked to the stage with their costars when it was announced that their show had one Best Series. She and Tony were the two to accept the award and Tony was quick to pass it to Kerry as he took the microphone – thanking his costars, the writers/producers, and the fans. His ending statement; however, was what would headline every gossip magazine the following morning.

"…And I'm grateful for the amazing support of my son, even though he's not old enough to know it yet, daughters, and," here he paused just long enough to throw a pointed look at Kerry that was displayed across the large screen, "the love of my life."

Kerry could nearly hear the whispers; the: "Did he just say son?" "Did you see the way he looked at Kerry when he said that?" "They are definitely fucking." She shook her head of the thought – there was nothing to be embarrassed about. They were in love. Stepping toward him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, smiling against his lips at the cheers coming from their costars.

"Holy shit…" Noah, Kerry's best friend since childhood, announced as she flipped through the latest addition of People. Tony and Kerry graced the cover – their onstage liplock immortalized on the glossy page.

"What?" Kerry questioned, reclining on the sofa. The kids were still asleep – this was the first time she and Noah had had a chance to truly hang out together in months.

"You and Tony Goldwyn…who would have thought it?" Noah grinned, laying the magazine down. "So…spill!"

"What is there to spill?"

"Oh come on! The man oozes confidence and general hotness. Not saying that you aren't unbelievably sexy, I've told you before that if I were going to date a girl, it'd be you, but how did you snag him?!"

"We sort of it off on set…it was…does love at first sight sound too cheesy?" She gripped a throw pillow, holding it to her chest.

"Yes! But wow! I'd kill to be able to say that…How long though?" She could see the hurt in Noah's eyes that she was trying to hide and Kerry felt bad about it. She should have told her best friend, but they rarely had time to speak and when it had first started, she wasn't sure that it was nothing but an affair. She hadn't really been sure until the moment Tony had said he was leaving his wife.

"About five years now…"

"What?!"

"Practically since we've been filming the show…"

"Actually, that explains a lot. And I feel dumb for not having caught on to it sooner."

"What do you mean?"

"Hun, I love you, but your kids obviously were not Nnamdi's…I just didn't want to say anything."

"That obvious?"

"Yeah."

These days I can't seem to get along with anyone

Get by with anyone

These days I can't seem to make this right, well, is this fine

Will it be alright?

"Ugh!" Kerry groaned, tossing a magazine at the wall. Her aim being incredibly bad, she nearly hit Tony in the face as he opened the door. Tilting his head, he bent and picked the magazine from the floor. His eyes clouded as he read the title and he dumped the offending material in the nearest wastebasket before walking to Kerry.

"I'll take care of it. They will not attack my children." She smiled at his words – he was always so protective of them. Six months in the public eye as a couple and nothing had slowed between the two. Her divorce was done and she was already sporting a large rock on her finger once more. They were living together – Tony, her, and their kids. She could finally refer to them as their kids and she didn't have to be so careful about bringing them out in public anymore. She didn't have to hide that they didn't look like Nnamdi – it was okay for everyone to see just how much Isabelle looked like her daddy. And Caleb…everyone commented on how he was a perfect mixture of his parents. Except for that damn magazine.

"That cover…"

"Who gives a damn what that cover says, Kerry? I'm going to take care of it and those writers – their opinion does not matter." He wrapped his arms around her, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair.

"Our kids should be off limits."

"And they are." He assured, resting his chin on her head.

"All of them."

"Of course all of them." He narrowed his eyes – did she really think he would say it would be okay to torment one child and not the other? He shook his head.

She smiled against his chest. Sometimes he could be so slow to catch on that it was adorable. Reaching behind her, she grasped his hand and brought it around to her abdomen. She smiled down at the sight of his large hand splayed across her tiny stomach.

"All of them," she repeated, looking up into his face as his eyes widened with understanding.

"You're…"

"You're going to be a daddy again," she grinned, laughing as he crushed his lips to hers.

"I want to get married before we have him or her." She nodded, she had expected that much from him and she was willing to comply. She wanted to be married before they had the baby too.

"That's fine with me."

"I love you."

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

That's the beauty of a secret, oh oh oh

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything