AUTHORS NOTE: HI everyone! This is my first time writing fanfics and I am stoked to being doing it! I have been wanting to do this for a while and I finally have the time to do it. With that being said, I will love to have reviews, constructive criticism is what is going to keep me going, but please be nice! I plan on updating at least twice a week. This story is going to be mostly fluff simply because after everything in Scandal, we deserve some happy right? Also there may be some mature content but keep in mind this is my first story so it may not be great!

SET IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE FINALE

"Hi"

"Hi"

Fitz's lips curved into a sly smile while his bright blue eyes sparkled down at the love of his life. "So what happens now, Liv?" He said, repeating the same words spoken years ago.

"Whatever we want" Oliva said but not without giggling at their repetitive conversation. Without another word, Fitz opened the door to the black SUV, letting Olivia in before him. As she climbed into the large vehicle, Fitz could not help but stare at her bind and biting his lip subconsciously. Dang his girl is fine. He thought to himself.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III! Eyes up here!" Liv scolded. "The sooner you get in the car, the sooner we can get into bed" Saying with a wink.

"COMING!" He said while getting into the car as fast as he possibly could. Before strapping himself in, he placed a chaste kiss on Liv's lips. "MMM" looking her up and down,Fitz groaned "Why are you so gorgeous?"

"Flattering will get you everywhere babe"

On the short drive to Olivia's apartment, both thought deeply of their future, even optimistically. With Fitz's large hand on her dainty thigh, they watched their past disappear in the rearview mirror. But even with optimism, the couple had many questions of how things would work out. Where would they live? Would they ever get married? Did they still want the same thing? And more important, did they trust each other?

Once they were in the comfort of Olivia's home, Fitz looked around at all the luxurious items she possessed. He was still impressed of how she only bought the best of the best. All of her furniture was the top of the line, and her interior design artist perfected the space with items that should make the apartment "homey" including a ridiculous amount of throw pillows. But this was not home for neither Liv or Fitz. This is the place where Olivia was kidnapped, where she slept with numerous men and where she threw the sacred doux bebe ring at Fitz. No matter how many good memories they tried to create here, they could not wash away the terrible ones.

The couple stood somewhat awkwardly in the living room of her apartment, both delaying the inevitable conversation. For once in their relationship they couldn't use a quickie to put off a mature discussion.

"So what do we want?" Fitz started

"I want us. I really do Fitz, and I know that I don't express that enough. I do think we need to do this the right way for once though." Olivia said with a genuine attitude.

"What does the right way mean for you Liv?" Olivia was at a loss for words, she had never been open and honest with a man like this before. "You can tell me, I am open to any ideas with you."

"Um, I think I want to date." She meekly said.

"Date? Like go out with other people?" Fitz was undeniably confused.

Olivia couldn't help but laugh at his puzzled look, "For someone who went to Harvard Law, was Governor of California and a two term President of The United States you are not very intelligent hun" She was now bent over with laughter, while Fitz was still unsure about what was going on. "Fitzgerald I am trying to ask you on a date. You know, go out to dinner, a movie maybe you'll even get a kiss goodnight if you're good" She teased.

"Okay, I think I can do that, " Now it was his turn to tease, "But you are the one that is going to have to work for that kiss" He began to inch his way over to her, taking long but slow strides in her direction.

"I think I can put in the work" She winked, "But first, are you going to keep living in a hotel room? Because I don't think I can date a man who lives in a hotel" Fitz stopped dead in his tracks and pondered what she really meant. Was she asking me to move in with her? He thought to himself.

"I'm actually enjoying living there, thank you very much." Fitz smiled, "So this date, where would you like to go? I have a feeling Olivia Pope likes fancy restaurants."

Olivia paused for a brief second,admiring how great this man truly is. She closed the distance between them and held onto the lapels of his coat, staring deeply into his eyes, "We can go wherever you wanna go Mr. President" She released his lapels and pushed the coat of his broad shoulders. She briskly walked down the hallway and into her bedroom. YES FINALLY! Fitz thought to himself as he went to follow her, while beginning to take off his belt, just to meet a locked door.

"Very funny Liv, open it up"

"I'll be right out, baby" She yelled from behind the closed door. True to her word, she emerged from the door, donned in a light pink silk pajama shirt and pants. Fitz was too busy admiring the goddess in front of him to realize she was holding a pair of boxers and his navy t-shirt for him. Olivia was no saint herself, as much as she tried to hide it, she was drooling over her man. He stood there with his jeans unzipped and his black t-shirt hugging his muscular chest and biceps just right.

"Hello!" Olivia said in attempt to get his attention, "Fitz! Fitzgerald!"

"Sorry" he laughed, "Babe, how do you look that good in pajamas? I can't wait to take these off you" Fitz says while playing with the top button.

While attempting to lead her back into her bedroom Olivia interrupts, "Oh, no. You didn't think I was gonna put out before our first date now did you? C'mon now Fitz, what kind of girl do you think I am. Now put these on and come join me IN THE LIVING ROOM" As she hands him the clothes he chuckles and shakes his head. This woman drives me insane

Once he comes back in more comfortable clothes, he sees Liv sitting on the couch with her legs under her, with a glass of wine in one hand, the remote in the other. For the first time, Olivia Pope isn't watching the news, but reality TV. She feels as if she can breathe and take time to watch something that doesn't have to do with her job. She looks up and sees the love of her life in his pajamas, she gently taps on the space beside her, inviting him to join her. She curls into his side, inhaling the wonderful smell that is Fitzgerald Grant III.

As they shift into a more cozy position where she is laying completely on top of him while runs his fingers through her silky hair. She hums in satisfaction, and reaches up to caress his very structured jawline. She could get used to this, and so could he.