A/N: I wanted to keep the update light and fun considering all the things going on in the world right now. It's short and I'm having a hard time being creative and think about anything other than the sadness. This is me trying to get back into the groove. I like playing with this story because it's meant to be light and fun.

Also, remember, you don't have to be on the front lines to be on the front lines.

Stay safe. Stay healthy. #BLM

"You're telling me that you had his entire face between your legs, and nothing came of it because of his son was also trying to get laid?"

Olivia scrunches her nose at Abby's crass summary. Her eyes slide to her right, to make sure that Frankie isn't paying any attention their conversation. "Frankie is right here, Abby." She says through clenched teeth.

Abby rolls her eyes. "Hey, Poppy, what'd I just say to mommy?"

Frankie waves a tiny hand in the air, over the top of her book Make Way for Dyamonde Daniel but doesn't look up from the pages in front of her. The seven-year-old is too engrossed in her book to pay attention to her mother or aunt.

"See, she couldn't care less. Now, spill."

It's Olivia's turn to roll her eyes. "Okay, but what if she was paying attention?"

"Olivia."

"Abigail."

They stare at each other, each waiting for the other to crack. Olivia smiles first, unable to hide the way she feels. While she wants to chide Abby for her poor choice of words and lack of couth, she can't. Not when it comes to Fitz. She can't believe how easy their relationship is coming. The man had driven her insane when she was his student and now, she can't sleep at night without him saying good night to her first.

"So, you two really didn't," Abby stops her words and chances a glance in Frankie's direction. "F-U-C-K?"

Olivia shakes her head. "No. His daughter called about his son. I thought Frankie was a C-O-C-K block. I should've known though. Kids block everything. Whether they're seven or seventeen."

Frankie lifts her head at her mother's words and throws Olivia a scowl, which in turn prompts Olivia to laugh. Eyes still narrowed; Frankie returns to her book.

"Have you two made it past heavy petting at all?"

Once more, Olivia shakes her head no. "I'd really like to, though. It's getting harder and harder to keep my hands off of him. I can't believe that I wanted to strangle him a few months back and now all I want is for him to choke me."

Abby's eyes widen and then she starts to laugh. Loud and uncontrolled until Frankie pulls away from her book and shushes them both. "I'm trying to read!"

"We're sorry, mama. Do you want to go read in our room?" Olivia asks.

"I'll be where there's no talking." Frankie slides off the dinning set chairs and huffs, grabbing her book off the table and trudging down the hall.

Olivia holds her breath until she hears her bedroom door closed. Once the finite click signals that Frankie's safely out of earshot, she finds herself laughing, too. She's never been one to share or volunteer information about herself. Especially private information, but right now she just needs to let it out. "God, I need that man to fuck me into a coma."

"So, plan it out. Probably won't be as in-the-heat-of-the moment, but you'll get the dust knocked off of it." Abby's eyes flash down to the juncture between Olivia's legs.

Olivia can feel her cheeks flash red. Her face grows hot. "It's been a minute," she agrees.

Abby nods. "If you want to call four years a minute, then we can call that a minute."

"Did you have to put years to it?"

"What? I'm just saying. And you even said Curtis wasn't that good."

"Well, he wasn't, but it's not like I have a wide breadth of experience either. I can't measure what I don't know."

Abby climbs to her feet and heads for the kitchenette. Olivia turns in place, eyes following Abby.

"Just because you're a mom, Liv, doesn't mean you have to be a nun. No one told you to close up shop."

Olivia drags her gaze away from Abby, unable to say the things she would like to say. She has a strenuous relationship with sex and has since getting pregnant her first time. Since Jake manipulated her into sleeping with him. Fitz is the only man she's dated since having Frankie that she's wanted to take her in every which way possible; the only man she's wanted to open her heart and legs for.

Abby returns to her couch spot, handing Olivia a glass of red wine. "You're scared. You know it's okay to be scared, right?" Abby says.

Instead of responding, Olivia sips from her wine. She wonders if she truly is scared or nervous about sleeping with Fitz. The way they'd gone at each other the other night, she wants to say she isn't nervous, but the thought of planning to sleep with Fitz makes her stomach rock. The fact that he's experienced, and she isn't sits heavy on her chest.

"I'm not scared I'm…"

"The Fourth is around the corner. Why don't you let me take Poppy and you take the long weekend off with Fitz?" Abby suggests.

"We haven't been dating that long. I don't think it's the right time to start going off together."

"Get out of your way, Olivia Pope."

/

"So, you had her pants off, and you were two seconds away from taking your pants off when Karen called?"

Fitz nods as he chances a sideway glance at his friend Andrew. They're mulling over a set of contracts. Not only is Fitz a professor, but he also works as an independent legal consultant. "Yeah, like father, like son." He offers up a tense smile.

"The only thing that could make this funnier is knowing that Jerry got some and you didn't. So, what's the word. Will you be a grandfather soon?"

Fitz shoves his friend with his free hand. "Shut up."

Both men chuckle and the sounds of shuffling paper fill the air. It's late night and they're in Andrew's downtown D.C. office. Not too far from Knight & Day, though Fitz knows Olivia's already home.

"Seriously, though, tell me more about this woman You haven't said much about her. She's been in your life for a few months now. I know she has a brilliant legal mind and a daughter. Spill on the rest," Andrew demands.

Fitz shuffles the papers in his hand, clicks and then sets down his pen. He's been hesitant to tell anyone outside of immediate family that he's with Olivia and the reasons are complicated. He isn't trying to hide her nor their relationship, but while not illegal, he knows having a relationship with a student is frowned upon. And it's true, she isn't his student any more nor will they cross paths academically again, but he also doesn't want this to color the way other professors look at Olivia, either. She's brilliant, damn brilliant. A hard worker. He doesn't want their relationship to lead to rumors. It's a fine line to walk. One where he wants to show her off to everyone but also keep the world out of their business.

"Why do you want to know who she is? So, you can try to sweep her away from me?"

"Wow, you're never going to let go of Jessica choosing me over you, will you?"

"Women have soft spots for sad animals. I don't blame her."

It's Andrew's turn to roll his eyes. Again, they chuckle.

Fitz drops the papers in hand and plops his elbows up on the conference table. He sighs, running a hand down his face, and scratches his nails along his chin. He glances at his friend's profile and debates on whether or not he can tell Andrew the truth. They've been friends for a long while. Since elementary school days. Well, he's told Andrew worse.

"Olivia's…she's a former student," Fitz confesses.

Andrew sets down his stack of papers and turns toward Fitz. "Student?"

"You know how that's going to look. Has she graduated?"

"She has a year left, but she won't be in anything I'm teaching in the fall. We made certain of that. I don't want anyone saying that she's slept her way through law school. She isn't like that. Frankly, I've been a huge ass to her and am surprised she even lets me hold her hand let alone try to undress her."

Andrew nods. "Ah. We both know how the optics will look though, Fitz. Are you both prepared to have that conversation?"

Fitz takes a deep breath, his thoughts roaming to Olivia, to her smile and to the way she handles Frankie. He can honestly say he's never met someone like Olivia. "I think we'll have to find a way to get there because I don't think I can imagine life without her."

"Well shit, you're serious about her, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think I could fall in love with her," Fitz responds. He can't hide the smile on his face. "But, one step at a time. First, I want to do something for her. It's a little outlandish. Maybe a little ridiculous, but I think she deserves it."

"And what would that be?" Andrew asks.

"I'm going to need Karen's help, but I want to throw Olivia a prom. She didn't get to go to hers. We talked about it before Jerry interrupted us."

Andrew scrunches his nose. "That's uhm, its sweet. Just…be careful, Fitz. You know you like to play white knight. Don't risk your career because some girl batted her eyes at you."

"It's not like that. Not even by a mile, Drew. All I ask is that if you talk to Mellie and she asks about the woman I'm dating that you tell her it's not your business."

"That won't be an issue. She's still mad at me for buying Jerry that rifle set for Christmas."

/

When Fitz gets home that night, he shoos Jerry out of the living room, still unable to truly look at his son since catching the young Grant man with his pants down, engaged in an act far too adult for a child. As Jerry stalks off to his room, Fitz heads to Karen's bedroom door. He knocks and she tells him to come in. He finds his daughter at her vanity set, playing with the makeup set he'd begrudgingly bought her after the whole graduate dance fiasco. Slowly but surely, he's learning when to let the reigns go when it comes to his daughter.

"What's up, dad?"

"Hey Kare Bear, I need your help with something."

"Yeah?" she asks, pivoting in her ornate chair.

"I want to throw Olivia a prom and I need your help."

Karen goes giddy in her chair, clapping her hands together. "Wow, that's so romantic, dad."

Fitz blushes, ducking his head at his daughter's choice of words. "Thanks, baby. I just – I don't know where to start with these things or how we can do it without Olivia finding out."

"Oh!" Karen bolts from her vanity set and over to her desk. She rummages through the drawers for a couple of minutes before returning with a piece of paper. She shoves it into Fitz's hand. Scrawled in scratchy handwriting is the name Abby, followed by a phone number. "She gave it to me the night she and Liv did my hair. She said I'd know when to use it."

Fitz holds up the piece of paper and turns it over in his hands. "This is the red-head, right?" he asks.

"Her name's Abby. She's Olivia's best friend. She'll know how to plan something for her! I think they went to high school together, too, so she'll know what the theme was! Come on, dad. We'll be able to set everything up just right!"

He looks past the paper, to Karen, to find her eyes as wide as saucers. He can see that she's ready to rock and roll. All he has to do is hand her over his credit card and a few directions. He wants this to work, so he's glad too. A bit afraid of what his daughter and Abigail might do together, but ready to get everything in motion, nonetheless.

"Let's see if we can get Frankie in on it, too," he says.