AN: Hello all. Of course the finale got all of us happier than all hell and I couldn't let this glorious occasion pass without writing something, lol. Here's my take on the final scene and the subsequent morning after. No plot, no really deep conversations, just fluff and smut, lol.

"I was reborn when I was broken. I wouldn't believe, I wouldn't believe, no.
Been through a storm, no use in hoping, that you would come rescue me.
Somehow your love set me free. And I, I can let my life pass me by.
Or I can get down and try, work it all it this lifetime. Work it on this time.
I can let it all pass me by. Or I can get down and try.
Work it all this lifetime, lifetime.

-Maxwell. Lifetime

"I'm in love with you. And if I'm telling the whole truth, no matter who gets hurt, it goes like this: I'm in love with you, and you are in love with him. You are owed, Olivia, and if you want what's yours, go and take it."

Olivia listened to Jake speak the truth, hers and his, and knew there was nothing she could say. There was no convincing him to stay, no need to really, no speech about always being friends because that went unspoken. A spark of worry hit her and the feeling of being alone again crept in. She watched him turn away, flashbacks of the plane, the island, and the overwhelming thought of him the entire time she was away hitting her like a ton of bricks. From the beginning, she and Jake both knew what their relationship was. Jake had remarked on multiple occasions, hell she had too, that she was in love with Fitz. Jake wasn't an idiot, he saw the pattern of their romantic encounters. Always in reaction to him. Always. That's not to say she didn't care about Jake, being truly introspective she could admit that. But it was impossible to give her heart to another person when it wasn't hers to give. It was his, would always be and she had to come to terms with that.

Go and take it. Go and take it. Go and… not two minutes after she was sure Jake was gone did she grab her purse and keys to leave. For the first time in months, she did not obsessively worry about the all the locks on the door. She wasn't coming back anytime soon. In her car, her mind raced. What if he didn't love her anymore? The last time they talked, he had been getting along great with Mellie. What if something sparked between them and he wanted to give their marriage a real go? What if he was tired of the back and forth? What if, what if, what if…? But she followed her gut. She knew without a doubt that he still loved her. Could sense it the last time they talked on the phone. It was her turn to show him that she loved him just as much. She just hoped it wasn't too late.

Getting clearance into the White House was easy and an agent met her to take her to the residence. She didn't know what she was going to do if Mellie was there, but she couldn't be scared anymore. She had to make it clear that she was his, that he was hers, and that was that. Once outside of the private quarters, she was surprised to hear the agent tell her that the president wasn't in and neither was the first lady. Naturally, she asked where he was and when the agent told her that he went to her apartment, her heart nearly beat out of her chest. All of her doubts went away, so easily being replaced by confidence that she had made the right choice by coming here. She was going to ask the agent a few more questions, but he had disappeared, off to wait in the shadows should he be needed. Inside the residence, she saw the head nanny and house manager, Charlotte, sitting quietly knitting on the couch. Olivia had never really had a real conversation with her before, but figured now was a good as time as any. She sat next to her tentatively, the other woman barely looking up, not surprised in the least to see her there.

"Mellie is gone and Cyrus is fired," she said nonchalantly, "'Bout time if you ask me. Though, towards the end, Mellie was rather pleasant. Cyrus has always been a complete ass though."

Olivia was dumbfounded. Mellie was gone. Gone, gone. And Cyrus, too. Here she was ready to plead her case and all the hard work had been done for her. She didn't really know how to react. Then she immediately thought of Fitz being at her place, and how broken he would feel when she didn't answer the door. Here was going to her, likely with a speech planned out, armed with good news, and she wasn't there to receive it. Her thoughts raced about what he would be thinking on the car ride back to the White House, if he would finally decide to throw in the towel upon finding her apartment vacant. God, she hoped not.

"Usually at this time, President Grant goes out onto the balcony. When he comes back, I'm sure that's where he'll be," Charlotte informed her, still knitting. "Would you like me to have anything sent out before I make myself scarce?"

"Um, wine would be nice," Olivia said, still taking in all the information she was just told.

The older woman had a smirk on her face, like she knew what was about to happen. Blushing, Olivia got up and went out to the balcony. As she waited, she took in the view. The Washington Monument glowed starkly against the dark sky and she wondered how many times he started at it. Stared at it thinking of her just as she was staring at it thinking of him. Too many to count, probably. Especially in those dark days that she had yet to forgive herself for. She leaned against the railing, breathing in deeply and thinking about what she would say to him. She wanted to say something clever, or would maybe just settle for 'hi'. She just hoped he would understand all the steps it took for her to get here and would get the gravity of the moment. Right now he was likely feeling extraordinarily lonely and all she could think about was replacing that feeling with her presence. She stood at the railing thinking for long minutes, the person who brought her wine coming and leaving. And then finally, when she thought she'd die from the anticipation, the air shifted and she knew he was back. Slyly, she moved to far corner, wanting to just be a fly on the wall for a few moments before she announced her presence.

He came through the door, looking more handsome than he had any right to. Even caught up in the affects he had on her, she could see the forlorn look on his face. His shoulders sagged in defeat and a frown marred the lips she couldn't wait to kiss. She watched him approach where she was just standing, taking the same position she had as he stared off into the night. A deep sigh escaped him and she knew she couldn't let him dangle any longer.

"Nice view," Olivia spoke, moving so he could see her, a small smile coming to her lips

He turned towards her, and even if it had been pitch black out, the light that shined in his eyes would've illuminated the whole world. He was her sun. There was no light, no life, no warmth without him. He was her sun, her moon, her stars, her world, her everything. And she was stupid to ever think otherwise.

"Hi," Olivia greeted. He looked perplexed, wondering if she was real or if he was imagining things.

"Hi…you're here," Fitz managed to get out, still stunned by the turn of events.

"I'm here. Charlotte is very helpful, and informative," Olivia mentioned, letting him know that she knew that Mellie was gone. There was silence, both of them taking the other in as they stepped closer.

"What happens now?" His eyebrows were raised, that smile still on his face. He almost looked like he was suppressing a scream of joy.

"Whatever we want." She looked at him head on, so damn happy that she almost didn't have an answer for him.

He moved closer, his movements deliberate as he took her wine glass. She knew what was going to happen next, wanted it to happen so bad. She could feel the electricity between them when he came to stand in front of her, it threatening to spark and catch fire. He lowered his head, but stopped. She understood. He needed her to go the rest of the way. And she did, meeting her lips with hers softly at first, then harder as his taste assailed her senses. His hands came to her face, as hers did his, and he kissed her harder, the wall she had built up crumbling between them. She pulled back for a slight second just to look at him, to make sure he was real and this was happening. He smiled at her, a smile she returned before she kissed him once more.

And she didn't stop again.

She opened her mouth under his questing tongue, moaning deep in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted. She hiked her legs around him, twisting her fingers in his hair and kissing him harder. He walked them over to one of the chairs, sitting with her straddling his lap. She immediately went to unbuttoning his shirt, her fingertips tracing each bit of skin that was revealed as she made her way down. She pushed the material off his shoulders while somehow simultaneously pulling off his undershirt. She paused to admire his physique, it having been so long since she seen it that she had to pay her respects. While she stared at him, his fingers went to the catch of her pants, deftly undoing it and slipping his hand into her panties.

"Love me…" Olivia moaned, it being both a request and a statement.

"Always."

The next thing she knew, they were both naked, their clothes scattered about. She braced her hands on the armrest, going up on her knees so that she could take him. She sank down slowly, trying her best to keep eye contact as the feelings grew intense. He fit inside her so well, there not being an inch of her left unattended. The foreplay flew out of the window as she began riding him. She wound her hips in a way that made his eyes cross, squeezed him so tight so could feel each and every throb of his cock. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, he sat up some more and took her nipple into his mouth. She cried out when he bit down and mewled softly when he licked the very tip of it.

He continued to let her take the lead, sensing it was something she needed. She didn't rush, rising and falling in an almost leisurely manor. But make no mistake, the pleasure was so potent that it bordered on pain. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. Probably was the last time she was with him like this, and it had been so, so long ago. She was so close but wanted to come with his lips on hers. She kissed him, sinking everything she had in it. As she grew closer to orgasm, the kiss got sloppier. It was hot and heavy and everything she needed at the moment. She bit his lip when his thumb went to her clit, rubbing hard and fast in a way designed to make her come. And he succeeded, not even seconds later was he swallowing her screams. He grunted and groaned as he came with her, the hot spurts hitting her walls and prolonging the pleasure until there was nothing left to give. Finally, the spasms stopped and she fell against his chest, his heart beating loudly in her ear.

"I missed you…so much," Olivia spoke, allowing herself to be vulnerable in this most intimate of moments.

"I missed you, too, Livi," Fitz replied and she could hear just how much. "Never again."

She didn't have to ask what he meant be that. She wouldn't leave him anymore. "Never again."

A heavy hand lay wrapped around Olivia's torso as the morning sun shining through the blinds woke her up. Before she even opened her eyes, she was smiling. Him. She could smell him in the air, feel every inch of his front pressed against her back. She nestled in closer, feeling the strength of his heartbeat against her shoulder blade, the rise and fall of his chest, the soft puffs of air on the back of her neck. Everything that was him was infused in every inch that was her and yet she still felt he wasn't close enough. After months of distance, hell, years of not having this feeling; the feeling of being completely his with no strings attached, she just wanted to relish in it. She felt a shift in his energy and knew that he was awake. His arm pulled her tighter against him, if that were even possible, and his lips found a spot on her neck. She could feel him grinning, a long sigh of content humming in the back of his throat.

Finally opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the legs of the coffee table. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom. They lay cuddled on the living room floor, totally content to pull a few pillows from the couch and rely on each other for warmth. Being apart for so long made them…crazed. Last night had been frenzy of licks, kisses, and nips that left her bottom lip still swollen and her thighs pleasantly sore. He had explored every inch of her, had eaten her out so well in the wee hours of the morning that tears had sprung to her eyes. She was positive that his back had red marks from her nails and that his head was missing a few strands of hair from her pulling. She was tired, but she wouldn't trade this feeling for the world, lying naked in his arms and in his love. The secret service and morning staff knew not to come in so she knew they were fine to just laze around for a few minutes more. Checking her wrist watch, she noted it was just after six in the morning, and while she barely slept, the little she did manage to get was glorious. She could only really sleep when she was with him and idly thought that this was how it was going to be from now on.

"Morning…" he rumbled behind her, sleep making his voice extra deep.

She turned over, smiling up at him and bringing her arms under his. "Morning," she mumbled back against his neck.

"How'd you sleep?" he questioned, his hair tousled and so sexy she had to catch her breath.

"I didn't. Someone wouldn't let me…"she joked lightheartedly.

"Not that you seemed to mind," he joked back, poking her side. Silence ensued, not that either of minded. There was so much to say, so much to figure out, that they just wanted to remain in their blissful bubble for however long they could.

"I dreamed of you," Olivia said after some time.

"I dream of you every night," Fitz responded, thinking that's where she was going.

"No. When I was kidnapped, I dreamed of you. Of our life together in Vermont. You were mayor, I made jam. We even had a dog. And we were unbelievably happy. I want that. I want the dream."

"You don't know how bad I want that life. I was so scared when they took you, that I would never see you again…"

"Hey, we don't have to worry about that ever again." She looked up at him, grabbing his face with both hands to make sure he heard her. She could feel his mood darken and wanted to fix that. "I am not going anywhere, not anymore."

"What changed your mind about us?" Fitz asked bravely, wondering what finally made her choose him.

"Jake." She could feel him stiffen and pull away. "Let me explain," she pressed, waiting for him to relax again before going on. When he did, his jaw and fists unclenching, she continued. "We came back from throwing my father in jail last night, a story for another time, and the whole way back, all I could think of was you. How much I wanted to see you, talk to you, touch you and I did what I always do when I feel that way. I tried to fill the void with whatever, or whoever, takes my mind off of you. Of what I couldn't have. He knew what I was doing and had enough, I guess. He took away my security blanket and gave me the push I needed to do what I should've done when I first saw you all those years ago."

She thought he'd be happy with this answer, but he wasn't. "So if Jake had 'filled the void', as you put it, you wouldn't be here?" Fitz asked, pulling away again.

"Don't do that. Don't make this less than what it is. There is nowhere and no one I'd rather be with than you," Olivia said and watched him mull over what she was saying. She could see he still wasn't convinced.

She nudged his shoulder until he lay flat on his back then climbed over and straddled his waist. Words had always been a problem with them, whether it be the lack thereof or the overuse of them. They needed to have a deep, meaningful conversation where all the cards were laid on the table and there were no misconceptions about how much they loved and wanted to be with each other. But for now, she'd let her body express what she couldn't. All that other stuff would have to wait.

"You don't believe me?" She asked seductively, dropping down and placing her elbows on either side of him. Her nipples scraped against his chest, making them stiffen into points. They both gasped when she shifted. Her intent became exceedingly clear and he squinted his eyes as he took her bait.

Fitz rose up on his forearms and she went in for a kiss, but right before she could connect, he turned away. Lips at her ear, he whispered, "I wanted to make you beg for it."

That sent trembles up her spine.

"I wanted you to be so hot for me that you were nearly climbing up the wall."

She felt him stiffen beneath her and she started to rub herself against him. He took control of her hips, rocking her back and forth until she was so slick she was gliding. The stimulation had her on fire. Her head was thrown back and her spine arched in a sharp bend. She was whimpering with want for him, her bottom lip almost swollen from her biting it to keep the moans at bay. And the look on his face, god the look on his face, it had her throbbing deep in her core. He stared at her with open lust and hunger, her insides clenching at the just the thought of him taking her. If he wanted her to beg she would. Anything to stop the aching.

"I wanted you to be so wet that we'd have to replace the carpet," he continued talking, growling almost. "Wanted to take you when, and only when, I thought you were ready…"

"I'm ready. Oh god…I'm so ready," she groaned, trying to angle herself to sink down on his length.

"Mmm…close, but not yet," Fitz deemed, taking her need to a whole new level.

She didn't know what else she was going to have to do to prove to him that she was ready. The inside of her thighs were soaked, she wanted him wanted him so bad. She could feel the heat coming from him, the tip of his length almost red, he was that hard. And yet he showed restraint. With each pass of her hips, he would almost slip inside and each time her breath caught, praying he would stop the torture and finally fuck her. But a part of her liked the game, liked knowing he had complete control over her body. The friction they created in their movements wasn't enough to get her off, only enough to keep her panting and anticipating more.

"Tell me it's mine," he demanded, his voice so low and gruff she barely heard him. He slipped in without warning, not stopping until he was all the way in.

"Oh fuck…it's yours," she whimpered, but then he lifted her off of him before she could even fully enjoy the feeling. The separation nearly killed her. "Please…"

"I'm the only one that's going to be 'filling voids' from now on," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Only you…just…I need you to fuck me," Olivia begged, hoping he'd finally give in. In a swift move, he flipped her over to her back. He intertwined their fingers then held them over her head. With ease, he lined up their hips and filled her with such vigor that her hips lifted from the ground. "Yesss, just like that," Olivia moaned as her eyes rolled.

This was so different than the first time they made love last night. There was no doubt who was in control or who her body belonged to. He didn't take it slow, no, this was a proclamation. He was staking his claim for the final time, daring her to ever think about another man when they done. She wouldn't. It would be impossible. He took her hard, grunting in her ear the whole time that she was his. And she confirmed this wholeheartedly, moaning back that he owned her. That he controlled her. That she belonged to him. His. But she wasn't alone in it. They were in this together and he told her just as much. As he plunged in as deep as he could get, scraping past her g-spot every time, he said he was hers.

"Fitz…"Olivia moaned his name, "I'm gonna come."

He dropped his face to her neck, sucking on the skin there, "come for me."

Not even seconds later she did, almost like her body was waiting for the command. He kept going, undeterred by the death grip her walls had on him. He didn't stop until she came again and again, her voice hoarse and weak as she cried for mercy. She was on the verge of passing out before he pushed in one more time, this last time being the deepest he had ever been. She groaned for him to come with her, nipping at his ear and mumbling how she needed him to let go. They came together, Olivia mouth opening in a silent scream and Fitz's veins in his neck bulging from the rush. He fell on top of her then mustered the rest of his energy to fall to side so he wouldn't crush her under his weight. Olivia slumped onto his chest, slinging a leg over his thighs while trying to catch her breath.

"So this is what hope feels like, huh?" Fitz asked to no one in particular.

Olivia smiled at that, "I guess so. Feels damn good."

"Damn good."

AN: I know this was shorter than the one shots I had been doing, that's why its posted here, but I didn't feel there was as much to fix. The scene was pretty much great as is. Though I will say I thought he was really unfair to Mellie (the poor girl didn't know what she was doing, but then again she should've came to him first (what do you think?)). But Cyrus got what he deserved. I won't be naive enough to think Mellie, Cyrus, and Papa Pope won't form a super team to tear down Olitz, but I have the summer to live in bliss. Anyways, let me know what your thoughts are about the one shot, the finale, and the upcoming fall season. Till whenever...