A/N: I stopped writing fic years ago but these characters are just beautiful and have touched me that I just couldn't help starting up again. I own none of the characters :O I appreciate all the feedback you can give!

I could use another cigarette..

But don't worry daddy,

I'm not addicted.

Yet...
~Sara Bareilles

"Tell me to stop," Fitzgerald panted into Olivia's ear as his lips met her moist neck. She simply moaned in response.

"Tell me to stop and I will." She turned to face him and looked into his eyes. They silently stared at each other for what felt like decades, no words needing to be said. He knew she wanted to have the courage to resist him. He knew that he was being selfish not letting her go. He knew it was tearing Olivia apart to be in this, knowing it was so much deeper than just an affair.

"Fitz..." She whispered. She closed the space between them placing her hands on his chest. "We said we would stop."

"We tried that and look what happened."

After months of bliss together on his campaign trail, they came to an agreement that the affair would have to end when he made it to the White House. They thought it would be easier this way, seeing as he was becoming ruler of the free world. By placing a deadline on their relationship, it was suppose to make everything crystal. But it only made things worse. It got to the point where Fitz was ready to leak something to the press to ruin his chances of winning, the thought of not being with Olivia becoming a nightmare that he never wanted to live. The realization that he could not live without her became clear while dancing with Mellie at one of the many inaugural balls he was forced to attend that night. Looking at Mellie, having to pretend that she was the reason he woke up and smiled in the morning was too much of a burden to him. All he could think of was Liv and how magnificent she would look in a gown designed just for her, just for this night. Their night and what they worked so hard for together. He thought of all the jokes he would lean in and whisper into her ear to make her release that goofy and obnoxious laugh. The way she would look up at him as they waltz around the stage, mouthing "I love you". This woman was more than just an escape from his wife: she was his savior, his universe, his ability to become a better man.

Olivia laughed sarcastically. "We tried for what, all of ten hours?"

"Point five milliseconds away from you is an eternity. I don't want...I can't live without you."

"Look around you. Look where we are!" Fitz didn't care. He refused to remove his gaze from her majestic face to look at his new office shaped in the most random shape known to man.

"Why oval?" He thought out loud.

"What?"

"Of all the shapes they could have modeled this placed after, an oval? Why not something kinky like a rhombus or parallelogram?" She tried to hide it but the snort escaped her throat quickly. Liv's chest was heaving with laughter, her eyes shut and hand on her chest. She loved when Fitz would get distracted and bring up random topics that had nothing to do with anything.

"President Grant, you...you are crazy."

"I am. Crazy in love with you." She walked away from him and sat on top of his desk. He couldn't get the image of his first piece of official presidential business being Olivia. Right on that desk. He watched her as she placed her head in her hands, worry and confusion radiating from her. He wanted to take it all away; he just wanted her to be happy.

Fitz walked to Olivia and cupped her chin in his hand.

"I only want to see you smiling. I only want to see you happy." Her round chocolate chip eyes caught his and he could feel her calm down a bit.

"I keep telling myself that this is wrong. This is all so wrong. But, when I think of you, I just can't deem what we have as a sin. Its killing me. Mellie..."

"Don't. Don't do that. Don't you deem yourself as the other woman."

"I am."

"You know better than that! Do you know who you are?" She shook her head.

"I honestly do not know who I am anymore. I have done so many things against my moral code in the past year."

"I know who you are." She chuckled.

"And who am I, Mr. President?"

"You are Olivia Carolyn Pope. First Lady of the United States of America." She glared at him maliciously.

"Fitzgerald—"

"My heart belongs to you. My soul belongs to you. You are the most intelligent person I have ever met. You are my woman. You are my First Lady." Her gaze softened and she placed her hands on his cheeks gently.

"Oh Fitz..." He closed the space between them and met her sweet plump lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pinned her to the desk. Their tongues met, dancing against each other like two soldiers in battle. His hands snaked under her dress, caressing her soft thighs sending a moan from her throat. She loved when he touched her thighs; it was her spot. It never failed to drive her wild. Olivia ripped his shirt open, the tension in the room eliminating all possible cares of cleaning up their tracks after everything was done. She ran her hands down his chest as if it was the first time. His sculpted abs a gift of perfection. Their lips collided again as Fitz slowly removed her lace thong and dropped it to the floor. He broke the kiss and gazed at the angel underneath him. He was about to make love to the love of his life in the home of his lifelong dream. As wrong as this scenario may seem on the outside, this was perfection to him. Liv bit her lip seductively and ran her fingers through his perfectly positioned curls.

"What are you thinking?" She asked. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. She began to unbuckle his slacks.

"Of you. How perfect you are. How perfect this day has become simply because of you. All the time without you during the day was this morning and now...perfect. " She smiled as his pants fell to the floor.

"Well, , it is my job to fix things." Fitz couldn't help but smile at her wit.

"I think I have another problem that you can fix." He replied with extra bass.

"Oh? Let me see..." She looked down at his glaring hard on and smiled.

"Think you can handle it?" She sent waves of fire into him with her eyes, her nails digging into his back heightening his excitement.

"Consider it handled."