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Here is your next chapter. I apologize for the length of time between updates. I have been writing this for a while and I'm happy to have finished it.

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Happy reading…Me's

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Chapter 14: Fall on Me (With All Your Light)…

"I thought sooner or later the lights up above. Will come in down in circles and guide me to love. But I don't know what's right for me; I cannot see straight. I've been here too long and I don't want to wait for it…" – Matteo and Andrea Bocelli (The Nutcracker)

Seeing is Believing….

"Livy," he coos kissing her lips again and again. Over and over his lips press over, against hers needing more. Always more. Ten days he's been without her love, touch, kisses, cocooned in her arms. His hands press her into his chest. The rhythmic beating within him syncs with hers.

All of her curves are flushed against his tux. The contours of her hips, chest, arms, legs, bare shoulders, draw him like a moth to a flame. He's ached for her return. The little voice reminds him they are NOT alone but his heart does not care. All he FEELS, is her.

His eyes close burying his face in the crook of her neck breathing her in. Tears prickle his eyes prior to falling onto her skin. She returned, came HOME to him and Theodora. Ten days of fearing, daring to hope she would but fearing the worse, he'd lost her forever. Even if he flew to Scotland, to EARN her – was there a possibility she'd take him back.

Before Olivia Carolyn Pope toppled into his life, Fitz was content, not blissfully happy but at peace with the life created for him and Theodora. He built Rose Point, where he'd raise Mark and Lexi's little girl away from the White House. One term as President was enough.

All he believed he needed was Theodora.

Until Olivia blew into his life like a tsunami. She flattened the life he thought he was meant for and helping him see his destiny. Rose Point was brick, mortar, wood, and marble – a house he built post Presidency. Olivia made it their home – a place of laughter, love and where he lived and felt alive.

His Pre-Olivia self would have scoffed there was this perfect woman out there waiting for him to find. Fitz didn't need anyone to live, breath, eat or sleep. Their fateful meeting on the tracks changed it all. He fell head of over heels in love with her at first glance making him utterly rudderless without her love.

He succumbed to the feeling of loving her too much. It nearly took too long to realize it. Fitz fought it day after day - it was pointless. He knew it from the beginning. Little by little she became his favorite jam, and since getting only a taste of the love she willing gives, there is no other.

His grasp tightens lifting her into the air, burrowing hi into her soft skin. He can't release her – not yet. Whispers from their parents, Theodora, can be heard but not one has the heart to tear them apart, parting them from the bubble of happiness.

Lillian Grant hand clasps her chest observing her only son with the woman who finally claimed his lonely heart. She leans into Fitz's father happy with the scene. They keep their hands on Theodora preventing her from rushing across the room.

"Give your Dad a few more minutes," Big Jerry utters to his Granddaughter. "I've never seen him this way," he murmurs to Lillian. "They totally forgot we are even here. Never mind guests should be arriving soon."

"He's you Jerry," Lillian coos to her husband of nearly 50 years. Big Jerry nods. They share a glance with her parents. They are grateful to Marcus who's already introduced everyone and who initially brought Olivia and Fitz together.

It was him who brought Olivia's jam to the White House to try. Her first taste hooked Fitz and she hasn't gotten out of his system since. They were destined to meet, fall in love, all along. The timing was never right until Fitz left the White House, moved to Rutland, and happened to be at the train station.

"Come," Lillian speaks to everyone. "Let's get a look at all the different Christmas trees Olivia help design giving them a little bit more time alone. Fitz won't be ready to share her quite yet." Both sets of parents, Marcus and his parents walk around the room.

As they walk around the room, Fitz finally lifts his head to meet Olivia's loving gaze. He cups her face. "Fitz," she sighs fluttering her lids meeting his blue orbs.

"Don't ever leave me again," he stresses. His body vibrates after each word. "I felt as if I was going to die without you." She covers her mouth stopping the sob. She experienced the same. "I almost didn't survive our separation. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she croaks. Tears stream down her throat. "I miss you too. Terribly so." Her forehead touches his. "I was lost. Not sleeping. Barely eating. I should not have gone." Her eyes bore into his destroying him. His legs wobble.

"No you leaving is on me Sweetheart," he admits freely. Five days into their parting it hit Fitz, her leaving had to be done. The required wake-up call. "Stephen was right we needed to be apart for me to grow. For me to be ready for the life we are now going to have."

Reservations circle within her – is this true. Is he ready? Her lips open to object but he silences her with his fingers over her lips. His eyes bore into hers rendering her mute. "I am Never – Ever letting you go again." He presses holding her tighter. "This entire night I plan on it. I need you close. I can't. Won't."

"I don't want you to," she murmurs softly kissing his face. "I only want you." His legs weaken as her words pass through his tux into his body. Your touch," she breathes over his lips. His pulse quickens. "Fitz…,"

"Tonight when this gala is all over I'm taking you home and," he growls staring into her eyes. Her body flushes with heat at the anticipation at what is to come.

"And…," she bites her lip.

"Show you how desperately I am in love with you." His hardened member presses into her pelvis. "I am – going to make love to you Livy – all night – if you'll have me." Her eyes widen thinking of Theodora. "My daughter will be with my parents in another state. They offered because…,"

"Teddy hopes for a baby brother…," she smirks.

A low rumble emits from his throat. "Is that what you want?" He longs to for more children.

"Not yet. But we can practice," she teases.

"Oh I plan on it. Lots," he kisses her lips. "Lots," another kiss. "Of practice."

"God I love you so much," Olivia utters daring him to kiss her harder. Guests be damned.

The passion brewing in his body is unlike anything he's experienced. The war between his mind, and body threatens to overtake all rational thought. He briefly recalls if he can briefly slip them away for a moment alone. His hips thrust into her causing her to gasp. "FITZ!"

"I cannot wait to get you naked," he grouses into her ear aching to be inside.

"It will be easy. There's nothing under this dress but a garter on my leg for you remove with your teeth," she teases stepping out of his arms. He's frozen in place watching her steps backwards out of his reach. The slit in her gown stops a few inches from her waist.

He's too her in seconds. She's dipped her backwards. He leans in for another kiss but is interrupted when he feels a hand on his shoulder. "Son let her up so your mother and I can meet her," Big Jerry suggests behind his son with Lillian.

"Sorry," he mouths standing Olivia up. He still has lipstick on his face. "This is my girlfriend, Olivia Pope the woman who I saved and love with all my heart." Her head whips to face him. His smile reaches his eyes. "The love of my life." He plants a chase kiss on her cheek.

"Fitz," she mouths. Her eyes meet his parents. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," Olivia utters a tad bit shy. She used to Fitz being more reserve with his feelings.

"No my dear," Big Jerry coos lifting her hand. "The pleasure is all ours." He kisses the top. Olivia's face grows warmer noting Fitz has the same eyes as his father.

"Isn't she gorgeous Pop-Pop, Mom-Mom," Theodora wiggles herself into Olivia's arms. "You look like a Princess. Daddy about lost his marbles. This dress Livy…,"

"Teddy," Olivia blushes. The Grants chuckle.

"You are Sweetheart," Fitz quips. His eyes travelling over her dress. "My Lady in Red." He steps behind her, drawing her into him. His chest presses against her bare back. Chin on her bare shoulder where he places lingering kisses swaying them side to side. He buries his face further into her soft skin.

Jerry and Lillian step back. Her eyes widen staring at his parents. This too is new seeing Fitz with a woman open with his affections. He's ready to take her for a spin around the dance floor. He's eager for their event to start. His hand links with hers then lifts it out to the side. His deep baritone voice emits a tune as he begins to move her.

"Fitzgerald," Lillian Grant scolds before her son begins to dance with her. "Let the poor girl go long enough for your Father and I to at least hug her."

"We'll give her back Son," Big Jerry chortles.

She faces him. "I won't be far," she quips giving him a soft kiss.

An impish grin grows on his face. He releases her. Lillian is the first to welcome Olivia home into her arms. "Thank you for loving my son so dearly," she whispers. "You are just what the doctor ordered."

Olivia nods. Big Jerry steps to her. He kisses her cheek. "It's a pleasure Olivia," he speaks with a wide smile. She gazes intently into his eyes. "Yes he has my eyes and moves. I'll give him a talking to so he'll be on his best behavior after he takes you home."

"Dad," Fitz grouses. He loosens his bow tie.

"Leave it," Lillian warns stepping to her son adjusting his bow tie. "You mess up your bow tie I'll maim you before your girlfriend." She eyes Olivia. With only a glance shared between them Olivia returns to Fitz. "Keep your hands down Fitzgerald. You can hold her all you want later."

"Mom," he hisses placing his hands into his front pockets.

"Stop," Olivia mouths readjusting his tie. "Now don't mess it up Mister," she warns running her hands down the sleeves of his jacket. Their hands link as she steps into his space. "I don't want an international incident."

"Let's…," he suggests with a gleam in his eyes ghosting his hands down her bare arms. She releases a labored sigh before finally seeing Stephen walking down the center staircase with Georgia. "Stevie," she releases Fitz's hand before going to meet him at the bottom of the stairs. Fitz walks behind her with Theodora.

"Hi Liv," he replies only kissing her cheek. He was with her all day prior to now. "Mr. President. Miss Theodora."

"Mr. Finch," Fitz greets him warmly with a handshake. "Thank you for everything. For her," he admits squeezing his hand firmer. "I owe you."

"Not true. Just take care of her," Stephen replies wrapping only one arm around Olivia. He whispers something only Olivia can hear. Her mouth falls open. "You know I'm right and it…,"

"Has to be you or Abby," she jests. Fitz squints unsure what they are talking about.

"I'll fight her and win," Stephen teases before meeting Fitz's gaze. Stephen releases her bringing her to Fitz. "I'd like one dance with Liv tonight Sir. If that's okay with you."

"It's more than all right Mr. Finch. As long as your girlfriend won't mind dancing with me and my two left feet," Fitz smirks.

"And me. I'd like a dance with Livy's BFF," Theodora voice interrupts bubbling with excitement.

"I'd be delighted," Stephen sends a playful wink in her direction. Her parents and Marcus's waltz over to chat with the group until Olivia realizes she must fix her lipstick from Fitz. She wipes his lips before excusing herself to the ladies room.

About ten minutes pass before Fitz excuses himself looking for her. The guests are due to arrive any moment and she must be at his side. He turns a corner headed for the restrooms. He passes by the balcony facing the back of the property. The White Christmas Lights illuminate it. He stops seeing Olivia outside only in her gown.

He opens the door slowly walking behind her. He removes his jacket draping it over her bare shoulders then bringing her into his arms. He spoons her from behind. His lips kiss the base of her neck, to under her ear. The flowery scent he smells is enticing. He longed for her beyond reason.

"Miss Pope," he murmurs kissing her brow.

"Mr. President," she signs resting her head against his cheek. They are quiet glancing out at the horizon illuminated by the full moon and snow covered landscape. He closes his eyes breathing her in. He kisses her soft skin where ever his lips can reach. "Everything okay," he questions remembering how ill she was.

She nods tugging his arms tighter around her midsection. She lays her head against his bicep. He's only in his white dress shirt but she can feel the heat beneath it. "You're hot." He chuckles. "I meant your body...," he smirks nipping the sensitive area just under her ear. "Stop," she warns.

Now he laughs. "God I've missed holding you."

"I've missed being in your arms too," she admits wistfully. The long days and nights especially of wishing he'd tell her how he felt. "But now that it's happening is it too fast…"

"You've been practically begging me to act on my feelings for you, hold – touch, kiss you – claim what's mine," he scorns in a menacing tone. "I can't stop." She turns her face to his. "Your love for me, my daughter split my heart wide open. I refuse to hide us – how I feel about you." Her eyes soften.

"I."

He kisses her lips.

"Love," another kiss.

"You," kisses her again, but this time, his tongue slips inside her mouth. Instinctually she wounds her fingers into his curled hair. The long brown trestles coiled around her fingers, silky and fine. He deepens the kiss with gradual intensity, his mouth fully covers hers tasting of his favorite bourdon.

"Fitz," she gasps as the hammering rushing sound of her heart syncs with his. Being like this with him – she feels as if she could fly. Their lips part. "I love you too," she utters covering his lips with her fingers. His eyes bore into hers.

He releases a labored sigh. Their breaths mix together as he aches to kiss her again. "We have to get inside. I must fix my lipstick again." He smirks and exhales. She spins facing him. She removes his jacket. It's on him again, he opens his coat to shield her from the chilly air. "What?"

"It's just," he pauses. He eyes meets hers. "I am sorry." She waits. "I should have told you how much I love you before you got on the plane."

She cups his face. He draws her closer. "If I could change things, how you found out everything Livy." She sniffles. He must get this out. "I saved your life. You are right, I didn't think when I leaped. I reacted. I followed my heart. It was wrong…," he croaks becoming emotional.

"I'm here," she assures him caressing his cheeks gently. He's rehearsed this speech in his head over and over again needing it to be perfect. Now she's here, and he's mute. "It's who you are Fitz. You risked your life because it's a part of human nature."

"No," he cups her cheeks. "Because you are a part of me. I'd jump on those tracks all over again if it meant you'd still be mine to love."

"Oh Fitz," she mutters ready to cry all over again.

"You are worth it," he admits with conviction. "I'm living the life I was always meant to have because in saving your life – it meant I could begin mine." Tears prickle her eyes. "I realize now you were always meant for me – I was stubborn to admit it. My endgame is you – if you want me."

"Do you promise to always be there to catch me first?"

He kisses her. "I do."

She flings her arms around his neck. He chose those words for a reason. It is not lost on either. Olivia remains in his arms until Marcus locates them outside.

"Sir. Liv. The first cars have cleared security. It's for you both to shine," he utters. Olivia extricates herself from his arms walking to Marcus. She kisses his cheek. She walks inside with Fitz behind her then Marcus. She fixes her lipstick a second time. Fitz waits for her then escorts her to the front of the building where the first car arrives.

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Standing in Our Truth…

Vehicle after vehicle from all types, and sizes, wait in line to be let out by the hotel's staff for the evening. Fitz is first in the receiving line with Olivia and Theodora at his side, followed by his parents. As each guest stops Fitz introduces her as his "beautiful" girlfriend.

Olivia begged him to stop but he refused. "Never," he coos before another guest reaches him. A third of the way through the receiving line, Olivia learned to accept his praise, and compliments.

Once all the guests were seated inside, Fitz, Olivia and Theodora wait patiently outside for their final VIP guest arrive via Marine One. Marcus stands with Fitz proudly with a protective arm around Olivia and Theodora hand in his own.

"Daddy look," Theodora excitedly points in the distance watching Marine One on its final approach. Fitz is grateful he chose this hotel, noting it would be the best way for his successor and his family to arrive.

As Marine One touches down, it is then Olivia becomes nervous. Her body becomes tense against Fitz's side. Fitz kisses her brow, as the Marine's release the steps for Marine One for the First Family to step outside. "They already love you," Fitz coos pressing a soft kiss to her brow. She smiles up at him.

Fitz waits patiently for President Tom Kirkman, his wife Alex, their children Leo and Penny to arrive. Theodora releases her father's hand rushing to Penny, giving her best friend a huge massive hug. The girls hug and giggle. Theodora hugs Leo then the First Lady and President Kirkman.

Theodora walks them up to Fitz introducing Olivia as her Dad's girlfriend before Fitz has the chance. "Teddy," Fitz scolds earning chuckles from the President and his family.

"What she is Daddy," Theodora coos. Olivia chats with the Alex, while Leo talks to Fitz. Theodora whispers to President Kirkman, "She's going to be my new mom one day."

He kneels down her. "Oh I can tell," he gives Theodora a hug. President Kirkman finally has the opportunity to speak to Olivia. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Pope."

"It's an honor Sir," Olivia smiles shaking his hand. "Oh I have the order ready for the White House – the jam you requested plus some new flavors." It then hits her. She faces Fitz. "Fitz gave it to you when you two met before he left office."

"Yes," President Kirkman admits. "Apparently it became of staple of the kitchen, and the Executive Chef refuses to use any other but yours." Fitz winks at her sheepishly. "In his defense, it is the best jam I've ever had. You should be proud."

"Thank you," she blushes as she walks with President Kirkman inside while Fitz escorts his wife. Leo walks with Penny and Theodora. She had known her jam was popular in the White House, but she had no idea it was because of Fitz. As she truly thinks about it, it is because of him and Marcus she was able to start her business.

After they are announced, and seated at their table, she leans over to kiss Fitz on the lips. "What was that for," he coos flustered because people are now taking their picture.

"Just because," she winks. "Do I need a reason to kiss you in public?" President Kirkman mouths to Fitz, he told her about the Jam. Fitz blushes.

"Absolutely not Sweetheart," he sighs kissing her back. "I don't ever want you to stop."

"Good. I have no plans too," she winks just before giving a quick thank you to all his guests for coming. Their meal is brought out. Since many of the guests came from across the country, Fitz opted to wait to give his speech till after their meal. Once their plates were cleared, it was time for him to step to the podium.

"Thank you. Thank you," Fitz begins after the applause from Marcus introduction dies down. "Distinguished guests, Senators, Congressman, Members of the Press, President Kirkman and his family, I am grateful you all could make it this evening. I appreciate all your donations, contributions to not only help The Grant Institute. I'd also like to thank Mother Nature for not dumping another two feet of snow on us as well," the crowd laughs.

"Since I left office nearly a year ago, my life has gone through some changes. When one chapter of your life finishes, another one begins," he gaze softens meeting Olivia's at their table. His heart flutters when she winks at him. "While I was in the Oval, I learned many things. But it wasn't towards the end of my four years, did I fully understand the power I had when it came to giving a person their life back, after being falsely accused of a crime."

"To those of you that are here this evening, who have been freed due to new evidence, I salute your courage. Your perseverance, and family's unwilling faith in your innocence. Your loved one's ability to be your voice, when no one would listen and giving you the will to fight for your freedom – is a trait all should aspire too. It is why I decided to start my foundation, to give those wrongly accused a second chance at the life they longed for and dreamt about."

His eyes meet Olivia's.

"What I did not realize, that in starting my foundation, giving those who needed a second chance, I'd be doing the same. You see," he sips his water. "I've had a life most people could dream about. I come from a loving home with two wonderful parents who I owe everything to. To my Mother and Father, I thank you for all your love and support all these years."

Jerry and Lillian stand for an applause.

"To my little girl, Theodora Rose (Grey) Grant, the star in my night sky. You all know how my daughter came into my life. It is such a privilege to be your Dad. You have enriched my life in so many ways. I am so lucky to have you Teddy. I love you very much," Fitz coos wiping his tears. Before Fitz can continue on with his speech, Teddy rushes into her father's arms. He lifts her into the air, giving her a massive hug in front of the adoring crowd.

"Go," he urges. "Stay with Livy." She blows a kiss to the crowd, then sits down, this time in Olivia's lap.

"Now to the final person – woman I'd like to thank, my girlfriend, love my life Olivia Pope," Olivia mouth falls open. This she did not expect. "You see Livy is my second chance." His hand covers his heart. "To those of you who were freed from a life behind bars due to new evidence, Olivia Carolyn Pope saved me from nearly the same fate. But instead of a life behind bars, she saved me from the darkness, I had no idea I was living in."

"Fitz," she mouths.

"Olivia taught me how to love in a way I never imagined. From the very beginning she not only gave me her heart, but all of her. But here's the thing, she just didn't save me I saved her…," he stops. "On Columbus Day weekend Olivia and I were at the same Rutland train station headed for Boston. I'll never forget the first time I saw her..."

He pauses keeping his gaze locked on Olivia's. Her pulse quickens. "Is he for real right now," she whispers to his mother. Lillian Grant is now sitting next to her with an arm around her, Teddy nuzzled into her side.

"Oh you better believe it," Lillian kisses Olivia's cheek.

Her eyes never leave his. There's a look of determination in his eyes, she's never seen before. It takes her breath away. This is not only the former Leader of the Free World before her eyes, but the man she knew he'd become.

Fitz's eyes soften unable to leave her gaze. "You see, I have been around beautiful women in my life, but none as breathtaking as Olivia. She walked passed me in white, a vision, waking me up from the darkness. She did not see me. I felt like a teenage boy all over again."

The crowds' eyes move from Fitz to Olivia, eating up Fitz's every word.

"When I finally got the courage up to go outside to meet her I watched a man come up, come on to her, than attack her pushing her onto the tracks." The audience's mouths fall open. You could hear a pin drop. "Before my agents could stop me I was outside on the train platform. Olivia was on the tracks unconscious. I jumped down."

Fitz stops becoming emotional. Olivia bolts from the table and is at his side. She whispers. "Stop they understand."

"No," he cups her face. "This is my truth. I have to do this."

"Okay," she coos kissing his face.

She nestles herself against him as he speaks, "There was train coming and I moved us both out of his path. I saved her life." She squeezes him. Fitz tilts her face to his. "I had no choice. I had to save her. I didn't know it then, but I fell in love with her." He closes his eyes when she buries her face into his neck.

"And in a thousand life times, I'd jump on those tracks again to save Olivia, because in saving her from a literal death sentence, she gave me a second chance at a the life I've always wanted, with the woman I was born to love," he croaks hovering his face just above hers. He rests their foreheads together relishing having her in life, and the choice he made to save her.

She leans up to place a soft, tender kiss on his lips in front of the entire room. Her open mouth kisses cause Fitz grip her tighter. Sensing Fitz is about to deepen it to a point they'd need to be alone, she separates their lips. His eyes flutter open as their guests begin to clap.

He receives a standing ovation.

"I. Love. You," he coos not caring in the lease the entire room is watching and can hear.

Her breaths quicken. "I love you too." She faces the crowd. They stop clapping but remain standing. "It's true Fitz did save my life. If it was not for him, I would not be here. If any of our distinguished guests are unsure of his motives, he did not do this for money. It is because – I believe, like all who spoke the truth to get a second chance, it was Fitz's way -," she holds his face.

"Our way," he finishes kissing her brow. "For us to have the same." Fitz sighs holding her close. "Now if you all don't mind, I'd really like to open the floor so I can dance with my smoking hot girlfriend." The room laughs. "Who you should all be grateful to because she helped organize all the events tonight and the menu. So enjoy," he insists pointing to the DJ to begin playing music.

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Fall On Me…

Olivia watches from the rear of the room on a sofa as Fitz bids President Kirkman and his family goodbye. Fitz gracefully thanks them all for coming, and escorts them to the door. She squints observing Fitz's reaction to something President Kirkman whispered into his ear. They share a firm handshake before a final goodbye.

Her parents, Marcus, Fitz's along with Theodora had all left leaving her and Fitz alone, finally. His agents, and some staff cleaning up the room are who is left. She slips out of her heels before she leans her head back on the wall. It's was an evening of a lifetime and relieved it was all behind them.

She's totally zoned out until the couch dips and her feet are massaged with Fitz's expert hands. "Lord have mercy," she coos, mewls, chirps, sighing deeply at his hands work circles into every pressure point on her feet. Fitz watches her face twist and contort as he continues to elevate the pains from those heels.

It gives him great pleasure listening to her, in more ways than one. His arousal becomes evident listening to her moans. She shifts her leg jarring his erection.

Her eyes pop open, staring directly into his.

"Take me home – to your bed, Mr. President," she bites her lip fluttering her lashes.

His arm snakes behind her neck bringing their faces together. "Our bed Miss Pope," he corrects her leaning his lips over hers. He stands up bringing her with him. He holds her heels. She wraps her arms around his waist. "Let's go home."

"I like how that sounds," she sighs walking with Fitz nestled into his side.

"So do I," he murmurs. He has no plans for them to live apart. He'll ask her when the time is right. Her cloak is by the door. Fitz drapes it over shoulders, then scoops her up carrying her to the car. She laughs at his chivalry. He places her inside the car with her heels then joins her.

They snuggle in each other's arms for the short ride to Rose Point. As they stop at the front door, he warns the agents, "No one best bother us until my daughter and parents arrive. I wish for us to be left totally alone." The agents comply. Fitz is grateful his parents agreed to keep Theodora longer so him and Olivia could have more time.

Olivia hears his wishes. Her lower lips twitch at what is about to happen. How she's imagined this moment with him?

Tom opens the door. Olivia steps inside Rose Point. Fitz steps behind her permitting Tom to lock them in for the evening possibly longer.

"Oh my God," she gasps dropping her purse onto the floor.

"I guess I did good," he quips wrapping her in his arms from behind.

"Good," she steps out his arms turning in circles in the center of the room. There are white lights, lit around the entire perimeter to match the Christmas tree. Twinkling icicle lights hung from the ceiling. White poinsettias mixed with white roses in bouquets on the coffee and end tables.

She spins slowly taking everything in. "You did all this. For me. How?"

He wraps his arms around her from behind. "I hoped you'd return home to me this evening. I had this all set up before I left. The small staff I have turned everything on once I sent a message. My plan is to give you the night of your dreams because…," he turns her to face him fully. "You are my dream."

She sniffles. "I don't deserve all this Fitz. Not after your speech and…," he quiets her with a kiss.

"Livy you deserve the World," he coos hovering his face over hers. "Because you are my World."

She sniffles wrapping herself in a hug. Her eyes see the staircase. Her heart flutters noting the red rose petals leading to the bedroom. He sheds his jacket, tie, and shoes. He walks her to the center of the living room, under a mistletoe. She smirks.

"I think you're getting more than a kiss tonight Mister don't you think," she teases. "What?"

"What if I only want a kiss," he teases restraining himself. "This mistletoe will ensure I get what I want."

"Is that so," she challenges.

"Ah huh," he steps into her personal space towering over her.

"Well," she sighs dramatically. "Let's so how much you want just a kiss," she counters.

Fitz mouth gapes open when she begins to unbutton his shirt. She leans into his face as she slips it off his body. She lifts his white undershirt off tossing it to the side, unfastens his belt. His pants drop to the floor. He remains there motionless until she lifts his legs out leaving him in his boxer briefs painfully engorged, ready to be pounce on her.

Her eyes drink him in. This is the first time she's seen him this unclothed. Fitz becomes more aroused watching her eyes rake over his chiseled chest, large arms, stopping at the V hidden beneath his underwear. He twitches beneath the fabric as she licks her lips.

"Wow," she exhales mouth gaping open.

Her eyes meet his. "Olivia," he growls reaching for her.

"No," she nearly whacks his hand. "My turn."

With her eyes never leaving his, she turns around. She unzips her gown, stopping just above her bottom. Fitz's mouth becomes parched clearly seeing she's not wearing any panties or bra. She pivots to face him fully. Her hands lift from the gown. It drops quickly to the floor.

He licks his lips staring at her naked body and the garter. Her nipples harden. Moisture pools between her thighs watching Fitz struggle to keep himself from her.

"Take off your clothes," she commands stepping closer. "Then - kiss me."

"Fuck," he utters to himself. He slides his underwear down his legs. She eyes widen noting his size and his pre-cum at the tip. She steps into is personal space. Her naked body presses against his hot skin. His hardened member in her stomach. She wraps her arms around his neck. "Kiss me."

"Livy," he coos hovering his lips millimeters from hers.

She wraps his arms around her. "Kiss me Fitz," she pleads. "Then lift me up, take me to our room, make love to me. I want you, us, this," she leans her lips just over his ear. "You buried deep inside me."

His legs nearly buckle. "I love you…," she trails her tongue over his lips. "I'm falling fast - I need you to…," His lips crash onto hers silencing her next thought. His eyes remain on hers as he lifts her naked body into the air. She wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her up the stairs. Her moist center rotates over him as he walks.

He lays them on the bed without separating their lips. They continue to kiss edging the way up to the pillows. Once on the pillows, her legs remain bent on his sides of his hips opening wider. One hand cups her bare bottom. He rocks his hips into her teasing just outside her entrance.

He separates their lips staring into her eyes wanting to lavish her gorgeous body with kisses. He's dreamt of tasting her, eating her till she's climbing the walls, then suckling her nipples until he has her crashing again. Then, only when he's pleasured her orally with his tongue and hands, would he finally enter her, causing both their worlds to collide and stop.

He eases his fingers between her legs. He nearly soaks the sheets feeling her shaved lower lips. He parts them with his fingers, teasing her sensitive nub before shoving one then two inside her channel. She craved this, his touch. She cries out in half a sob of pleasure as he caresses the delicate area between her legs.

"FITZ," she screams as he works her into a frenzy. She's completely saturated from his delicate touch. With each thrust of his fingers her legs open more, begging him to go increase his speed and go deeper. He slides down her body aching to taste her.

"NO," she hisses grabbing his face. She holds him between her breasts. His hand slithers up her body palming one. "OH," her lips parts as he massages her nipple. He licks her brown nub before bringing it into his mouth. Her back arches of the bed when his tongue flicks against it.

"AH," she squeals. He breaks contact with a pop then precedes to do the same to her other breast. He licks, sucks, nips at her chest. Her face twists, contorts, her eyes rolls back in her head. She's close. He stops. In milliseconds he hovers his face over hers.

"God you're gorgeous," he sighs snaking his hand down her body. His hand glides over her breast past her flat stomach. He grabs her ass bringing her into him. Her skin is the softest he's ever felt – like velvet. "And all mine," he exhales gracing his lips over hers.

She believes him.

With each touch, kiss, soft caress she's falling further, deeper into the abyss with Fitz and his love for her. He senses it. "I'm here," he whimpers into her ear. "Catching you."

"Fitz," she implores arching her pelvis meeting his hard member between her legs. "I need you…,"

She sinks deeper into the mattress, dragging Fitz along. She reaches between them aligning him with her opening. Her pelvis tilts upwards rubbing her most sensitive area over his tip needing the friction to increase between them. Every piece of her body is craving his touch.

"Make love to me Fitz," she coos rocking her hips into his.

"Livy do we need," he stills just before he pushes inside.

He bites his bottom lip realizing he has no condoms in his nightstand. He hoped she'd return but in all his planning he forgot about condoms. She the first and only woman he's had in his bedroom. There will be no other. He did not even want to entertain the idea before her.

Since Olivia came into his life, he's never wanted nor loved anyone more in his life. The anticipation of this moment, their first time he prayed would be everything they ever dreamed.

"Protection," she inquires noting his pink cheeks. "No," she assures him. She looks at her upper forearm. "I have an implant. In eighteen months, a year from June I'll have to get a new one. Unless I need it removed sooner," she utters these words with confidence, remembering their talk at the gala.

A baby brother or sister for Teddy. But Fitz comprehends fully why she has an implant in her arm. After her last boyfriend there is no need.

"So," he smirks brushing their noses together.

"So," she giggles, digging her heels into his ass. "All we'll feel is each other. No barriers."

He growls always wanting this with the woman he loves.

"I love you," he murmurs massaging her inner warmth with fingers before pressingly slightly into her vagina. One hand holds her head while the other her bottom as he continues to push his way deeper in her body.

"Oh Fitz," she mewls digging her nails into his back memorizing every sensation from this moment. She will not forget any of it. She ached to be connected to him this way forever. For Fitz it was the same. He never wanted to be separated from her again. He wouldn't be. Not ever.

He closes his eyes, slowly thrusting inside her. With each level of penetration, he's too is falling deeper allowing her to catch him.

Once sheathed fully inside, Fitz gently rocks his hips and out, massaging her wetness increasing his pleasure. With each rock of his hips he aches for more.

"My Livy," he shudders kissing her harder sinking himself even deeper. Tears prickle out his eyes falling onto her face as he makes love to her. Nothing else matters except the feeling of bare skin nestled against the other. All of the longing, love, tears, and sweat, every inch of him now belonged solely to Olivia Pope.

Grant – he corrects himself.

"I am going to marry her," he speaks to himself.

With open eyes he kisses her observing her pleasure. Her parted lips between unhurried kisses, silent howls, encourage him to change the tilt of his hips. She rises to meet him thrust for thrust clinging to him desperately not wanting it to end. He nearly stops wanting to prolong her orgasm.

He wants to come with her.

He ceases his moments staring into her eyes. She kisses him deeper pivoting her hips, enticing him to move again. She grabs his ass hard wanting more. Her kisses encourage him to quicken his pace. She's unbelievably soft and tight around him, sucking him in deeper with each rock and tilt of his hips.

A rush of fluid coats him, nearly causing him to come. He thrusts a little harder, quicker. She moans into his mouth as their kisses go from slow and languid to hard and sloppy. The sounds of their moans, bodies hitting the other is echoes of the hard wood floors and walls. He pushes her further into the mattress.

Olivia digs her nails into his skin. Her channel flutters around him, permitting Fitz to feel even closer to her. She's nearly there. So is he. Their release is just over the top of the mountain.

He slips his finger between them dragging his thumb over her sensitive nub. Her gasp is silenced by his mouth on hers.

"Fitz," she hisses. "I'm falling."

"I know," he breathes into her mouth. "Fall on me Sweetheart. I've got you."

"Oh God," she whimpers coming quicker than she anticipated. He meets her hips thrust for thrust nearing his peak. His grunts are soft and low as he fills her over and over again.

"Jesus why I wait so long to find you," he coos continuing to make love to her. He's burning for more. She's writhes beneath him unprepared for a second orgasm. He grinds into her taking her further over the edge. The flutter, sucking and pressure of her walls finally does him in. He empties himself within her quickly and hard.

"I love you," he utters over and over again rocking his hips until he finishes. When he stops his eyes meet hers. His hands grip her face. "Livy?"

"Yah?"

"I'm going to ask you to be my wife one day," he admits stroking her cheek lightly with his fingers. She catches her breath. Her lips part to speak but she can't. "I have every intention of asking you to marry me."

His declaration causes a wave of happy tears. She cannot utter a word. So instead she kisses him soft nodding her head up and down. Olivia believed she never marry and have children until Fitz and Theodora.

"Fitz," she mouths.

He slips out of her rolling them onto their sides. Her body misses him instantly.

"I'm telling you this Livy not to scare you, or because I literally just had the greatest sex of my life," his affirmation makes her cheeks flush. She buries her face into his arms. "I'll never want or love another woman for the rest of my life. I don't want anything to come between us and," she quiets him with a soft kiss.

"Yes," she answers staring into his eyes. His brows furrow. "When you propose someday I'll say yes."

His smile widen. "Yah," he coos pulling her close ready to make love to her again.

"After sex like that you expect me to let another woman have you," she quips jumping on top of him. His eye widen hearing the hidden jealousy in her tone. "You. Are. Mine."

He's quick to roll her over eager for round two and as much as they can handle until Theodora returns. He thrusts inside her quickly, not wasting anytime. Her mouth opens into a wide "O" as she takes in more and more of him. His pace is relentless, not wasting time in showing her how desperate he is to have more of her.

"And you Olivia Carolyn Pope are ALL mine."

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TBC…

I promise…

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Fitz changed and grew a lot in Olivia's absence. Trust me he won't make the same mistakes again now that she's back in his life where she belongs. I'd like to think he learned from his mistakes. He has her back, and don't worry he won't let her go.

Olitz finally having sex is a huge turning point and moment I know you all longed for. (Them too.) I hope their first time was everything you hoped it would be and more. I am not fond of writing love scenes but I'd like to think I did their 1st time justice.

When this story returns, there will also be a time jump. Not a very big one but I wanted to warn you. I'll be looking forward to your thoughts.

As always thank you for reading and have a great weekend.

Me's

P.S. To those who do not know I started a new story "Heart of Midtown." It total AU and a different side of me and my writing I have never done. Check it out and let me know what you think.