AN: It took me long enough! A special thanks to scandalbayoubeauty for the encouragement and for all around being such an amazing person! Happy Birthday hun, hope you enjoy this gift! lol

Oh, and fotes00, I wish you would stay out of my brain lol ;)

His hands rubbed her back and she leaned over into his lap, her body shaking as she sobbed heavily. They had been on her living room floor for at least thirty minutes now, with Fitz holding her close to him as she continued to let all of her emotions out.

When they had first entered the apartment, Olivia pretended to be in the highest of spirits, immediately heading over to her makeshift bar and making them drinks, as she joked about the situation. Fitz could tell that she was trying to mask her true feelings and normally he would call her out on it, but right now he was focused on not upsetting her any further. So, when he realized she was taking one too many shots of tequila, he stepped in to stop her, which lead to her finally breaking down.

So here he was, trying to comfort her as she cried her heart out over an asshole that didn't deserve her tears. He listened to her as she expressed her embarrassment to find her ex lover, who walked out on her out of nowhere, parading his "forever long" pregnant wife, who wasn't as ugly "as the next chick is supposed to be". Fitz completely understood her frustration - he would have kicked Edison's smug ass if it wouldn't have caused a scene and potentially cost them their jobs.

As her cries got quieter and the sniffles seemed to slow down, Olivia slowly rose from her position, sitting upright and leaning her back against the wall. He reached over, passing her the box of tissues that were sitting on a nearby side table. She grabbed a few, blotting the tears from her face, no longer worrying about her makeup, which had to have been ruined by now.

"I can't believe after all these years, we're sitting in the same position as I cry over this asshole, yet again", she smiled at him, the both of them reminiscing of when Olivia found out that Edison had left her.

"Yep, and just like the last time, my ass is numb from sitting on this hard ass floor for so long", he teased her.

"I know I know, it is hard as fuck. And I got my makeup all over your shirt, I'm so sorry. Good thing you don't have a girl to go home to..."

"Hey, it's no biggie. No tear-stained shirt would ever be worth more than you", he smiled down at her, making her blush. "And if I did have a girl to go home to, she would just have to understand that you needed a shoulder to lean on".

"Thank you Fitzy, for sticking by me while I cry my eyes out. You're literally the greatest person in the world. Thank you for always being my friend".

"No problem toots, ready to get to bed?", she nodded and he carefully moved from his place beside her, standing up and reaching out for her arms to lift her from the ground.

"My ass is so numb, I can't even walk right now", he complained.

"Oh yeah, well think about how numb it'll be if your pretty ass ever gets sent to prison", she winked.

"Fuck you!", they laughed, stumbling their way into her bedroom.

She sat on her vanity stool, using her mirror to wipe away the few traces of mascara she still had on her face. Her eyes followed him as he walked out of her bathroom, fresh out of the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to her dresser, pulling out the second drawer on the left, revealing a collection of his own boxers, shirts, and pajama bottoms. Over the years, she had kept any of his clothing that managed to make its way into her laundry basket and he had did the same with hers.

"Did Edison ever freak out about you keeping my old shirts?", he asked, while trying to slip on pair of boxer briefs under his towel.

"Are you asking me if Edison was jealous?", she asked, removing her earrings from her ears and laying them on the mirrored glass tabletop.

"That would be petty, now wouldn't it?"

"I kept them in a box in the closet", she rolled her eyes at him being a smart ass. "You know, if I ever meet a guy and we move in together, you're going to have to give up your drawer..."

"Like that'll ever happen", he pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder, making her burst out in laughter as he headed to hang his wet towel in the bathroom.

"Hey dummy, can you get over here and help me?", she asked as he made his way back to the bedroom.

"What can I do for you, madam?", he asked with an old English accent, causing her to giggle as she stood up.

"Why must you be such a moron?"

"You love that I'm a moron..."

"Touche. Can you unzip this for me? I'd normally do it myself, but I'm just not in the mood to try and fight with the zipper tonight..", she motioned to the zip on her dress while she struggled to collect all of her hair into a clamp.

For whatever reason, his fingers trembled as he attempted to pull down the zipper, exposing her bare back to him. He looked at her in the mirror, watching as she moved her hands to catch the now loose fabric before it fell and bared her breasts. He looked away when he finally got the zipper all the way down, missing as she wiggled her way out of the dress, now standing in a lace panty as she cupped her chest with her small hands.

She felt his eyes on her back as he loosened the dress for her and it made her body feel hot. She was pretty damn sure he was burning a hole through her skin and it turned her on.

She smirked when he turned the other way, allowing her to fully remove herself from her dress. He had always been a gentleman. Sweet, kind, and caring - that's what she loved about him.

That's why she loved him.

Love.

Love was so complicated.

Why did everyone insist that they had to be in love with one another? Why couldn't everyone just let go of the fact that they remained close friends for so long without entering a relationship together?

Why had they never tried entering a relationship together?

Olivia knew she loved Fitz, as a friend, most definitely. But more? She wasn't sure.

What did being "in love" with someone entail? Sure, she was in love with Edison, but that didn't make him stay. And if she was as in love with Edison as much she thought she was, why did he always come second to Fitz? Sure, she loved Fitz with all of her heart and soul in a best friend kind of sense, but could she be "in love" with him too?

She looked at him sitting on the edge of the bed and he smiled, patting the empty space next to him. She slowly walked over to him and instead of sitting where his hand saved a place for her, she threw her leg over his knees, straddling his thighs as she let go of her chest, cupping his shoulders for leverage.

"Liv, what are y-", his words were silenced as she leaned in and crashed her lips to his. He was startled for a moment, which then grew into confusion, which then grew into enjoyment as he started to return the kiss. He hadn't even realized that he had closed his eyes until he felt her slowly pull away and he opened them to look at her.

"What was that for?", he asked, more shocked than upset. However, he had no complaints.

"I dunno", she shrugged her shoulders innocently. "I just realized that we never kissed before..."

"What?"

"Shut up so I can do it again..". she said with a serious look on her face. She watched as he quickly quieted down before she reached out to caress his face, her hands on his neck, bringing his face closer to hers before she kissed him passionately.

She took her time, nibbling on his bottom lip and pulling it back slightly, her thumbs gently rubbing on his now flushed cheeks. Her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his head, playing the curls at his neck as she slipped her tongue in between his lips. Their tongues dueled and she could hear the soft groans that were being released from his mouth.

He was unbelievably overwhelmed at how talented she was with her lips. They were soft, oh so soft, and plump. He had always thought she had beautiful lips, a beautiful smile, a beautiful face, a beautiful body - everything about her was so beautiful.

Everything about this moment was so beautiful.

She was right, they had never kissed before, which was something that he noticed a long time ago. He also noticed that he wanted to, that he had always wanted to. He wanted Olivia to be his first kiss, his first date, his first relationship, even his first sexual partner. She had been his first friend, his first best friend, and he always figured that if their friendship could have turned out so great, why shouldn't they take the next step forward?

Because he was scared.

He was scared of what people would say about then finally started dating, he was scared that he could possibly lose his best friend by taking it to the next level - he was scared that he would fall in love with her and either have his own heart broken or mistakenly break hers. He loved her too much to ever think about hurting her.

But was he "in love" with her?

Love was so complicated and being in love with someone was even worse. What did it really mean to be "in love"? Was being "in love" considered as knowing just about everything there was to know about a person - all of their wants, their needs, their fears? Did being "in love" with someone mean that you wanted to see them happy in life, even when it was with someone else? All of these things Fitz was writing off as just being someone's best friend - were they actually signs of him being in love with Olivia?

Right now, as she hungrily attacked his lips and he could feel her hardening nipples lightly brushing across his chest, he couldn't help but wonder what he was truly feeling in this moment and if Olivia was having the same thoughts as him.

"I really wanna fuck you right now."

She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, yet, she had no plans on stopping them. To be honest, she really did want to fuck him in that moment, so she let it be known.

"Livvie..", he breathed out as her lips traveled from his lips, to the corner of his mouth, to his chin, before brushing against his ear lobe. When he heard her whisper those sweet words, he felt his dick instantly grow hard. He wasn't sure what had gotten into her and he was trying his damn near hardest to keep up his strength as he felt her hands rubbing against his lower stomach.

"Liv, you have... shit! You have to stop...", it was hard for him to speak coherently while her fingers made their way under the waistband of his boxers, now gently running along his growing member.

"I really wanna fuck you right now...", she repeated again and she smiled when she heard his sharp intake of breath while her hands firmly gripped his cock.

"You're drunk...", he groaned as she slowly started stroking her hands up and down his shaft.

"So what?", she whispered as she continued her movements.

"You're upset...", he hissed.

"Your dick is hard...", she counteracted.

"I don't have any condoms here...", he was literally reaching for any excuse to stop her but it damn near impossible while her thumbs were grazing against his pulsating veins. She was so sexy in this moment where she was taking full control, he almost wanted to give in.

"We're clean and I'm on the pill, remember?" She thought it was the cutest thing that he was trying so hard to hide the fact that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him right now. She had to admit that she was drunk and that she was upset, but honestly she was much more horny and she couldn't give a fuck.

He had run out of excuses. Either he had run out or he just couldn't deny that he wanted her anymore. So when she let go of him and her fingers motioned to remove his underwear, he gladly lifted his hips to assist her, trying to keep focused and she kissed him again. Everything moved so quickly and within seconds her panties were pulled to the side and she was already hovering her body over him, her entrance teasing the tip of his dick.

"Holy shit!", he breathed out as she slowly slid down on him. It always felt so good inside her, but now with no barrier between them he could feel the hot and wetness of her tight canal. "So tight, so fucking tight...", he gritted through his teeth as she managed to take the whole of him, her clit grazing against the base of his dick.

"Mmm, so fucking thick", she murmured, sucking in little bits of air as she allowed herself to adjust to having all of him inside her. "Your dick is so big Fitz, it's ridiculous!", she giggled, her eyes squinting as she took a deep breath. "So big and thick and long..." she groaned as she started to slowly grind her hips on him.

"Livvie...", was all he managed to get out before he had to bite his lips at the sensation of her rolling the lower half of her body. He looked down and watched as she slowly fucked him - her flat stomach muscles contracting and how amazing her thighs looked. He wanted to hold on to her so bad, he wanted to dig his fingers into her thick thighs, he wanted to slap her nice round ass and egg her on. He wanted to be so fucking dirty and nasty and he wanted to for a very long time.

"You like it?", she asked almost innocently when he felt her playfully gripping him inside her. To like it was an understatement. "Tell me how you like it..."

"Mmm, just like that...", his hands moved to grip the sheets next to him, trying to help himself stay within the moment.

"Don't be afraid to touch me...", she said as if she was reading his thoughts. To be quite honest, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to feel his hands on her waist or on her thighs or on her ass. She wanted to feel him all over and her wishes were granted when she felt his hands gripping her waist.

"Fuck...", he whispered and he could no longer help himself from reaching out and grabbing her waist. He looked up to stare in her eyes, her beautiful dark brown eyes clearly filled with lust. His left hand remained at her waist while his right one traveled up the side of her body before gripping on to her breast. Her breasts were perfect and her nipples solid as rocks. His thumb gently brushed against the hard brown pebble and he enjoyed the whimper that followed.

"Oh shit..", she moaned as she threw her head back at the feeling of his warm mouth latching on to her nipple, his tongue slowly flicking away as his mouth suckled on to her flesh. She somehow managed to keep the same rhythm of grinding on him, loving the feel of his thick cock inside her. She moved her hands to hold on to his shoulders as she started to push herself all the way off of him before sliding all the way back down.

The combination of the cool air against her wet trail that she left behind as she slid off of him was unbearable. He was barely able to enjoy the moment when he felt her slowly sliding herself back down on him. She repeated her movements, slowly up and slowly down, and each time he grunted when he felt himself being pulled into her slick, wet heat.

"Shit, Livvie, you gotta get off it..." he moved his hip, trying to do something, anything to distract his mind from the fire that was burning inside him. He was close, so close, and he knew it would only be a few more of her up and down moments before he was ready to explode.

She could tell he was almost ready by the way he was unable to keep still beneath her. She watched his facial expressions and how his cheeks were starting to turn pink. She figured he could use some encouragement, so she started to bounce up and down on him gently and when he moaned, she knew she had him.

The feeling of her ass tapping lightly against his thighs was driving him insane. He had to admit, Olivia knew what the fuck she was doing when it came to sex, especially when it came to satisfying her sexual partner. By now, he was beyond fighting her movements and the need to let go.

"Liv, you gotta come off, I have to..."

"Come!", she cut him off. She was not giving up and she was not getting off. She wanted him to be inside her when he let go. She didn't know why, but she wanted to feel all of him. So, she rode him harder.

He threw in the towel when she started to fuck him faster and harder.

"Fuck fuck fuuuccckkkk!", he grunted, throwing his head back with his eyes shut tightly. His hands found her hips again, stilling her movements as he shot his load inside of her. He came hard, probably harder than he ever came before, and it seemed like forever before he had completely emptied himself inside of her. He finally lifted his head up and opened eyes to see her starting at him, her chest heaving slightly.

"You didn't come...", he said once he was finally able to catch his breath.

"That wasn't the point...", she responded, curling the hair at the back of his neck between her fingers.

"I never leave a woman unsatisfied", he responded with a cocky grin and she began to roll her eyes, which suddenly rolled back in her head when he swiftly hit her spot with one deep stroke.

"Mother of God!", she groaned as her fingers locked in his hair, her nails grazing his scalp as she slowly began thrusting upward inside of her. She wasn't that far behind him initially, but she found pleasure in the idea of finally letting him be the one to come first, that she eventually forgot about her own orgasm. Oh but damn, did she remember it now as one hand of fingers dug into her flesh and his other hand made its way between them, his thumb brushing against her clit.

"Fuck, Fitz!", she screamed out, her body starting to tremble as he moved inside of her faster. He could feel himself dripping out of her as he pushed his dick in deeper and he was pretty damn sure that they were making a mess. But, as he sat there on the edge of her bed, thrusting into her hard and deep, the sounds of the mattress squeaking and her voice squealing, he honestly did not give a fuck about anything else than letting her feel what she made him feel only minutes ago.

"Fitz, oh fuck, fuck fuck, shit Fitz, I'm gonna..."

"Let go Livvie, let it all go..."

"Oh my, shiiiiittttttttttt!", she screamed out and he watched as her body stiffened for a moment as she let the pleasure consume her. She relaxed a few moments to let her body calm down, all the while her forehead rested on his shoulder.

"Damn", was all he was able to say and she smirked, lifting her head up and tilting her face to kiss him again. Their lips met again for what seemed like the thousandth time as they shared sweet, languid kisses, giving them both time to come down from their high. When their lips parted, they smiled at each other before they giggled at their spur of the moment antics.

"I should of kissed you years ago", she said between their laughter and they couldn't help but to enjoy how funny the situation was.

"Let's get cleaned up, I'm exhausted", he said, standing up with her still in his arms and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, the both of them smiling shyly at one another as he carried her into the bathroom.

After a quick, silent shower, the both of them dried off and dressed in something comfortable; Fitz in an old shirt and a fresh pair of boxers and Liv in a pair of PINK brand pajama shorts with a matching tank top. They both climbed in her bed, laying on their preferred sides, both facing one another.

"How about a kiss goodnight?", he teased.

"How about you fuck off?", she responded sarcastically and she couldn't help but to join him as he bursted out in laughter.

"I love you Liv, I hope you know that", he whispered as she snuggled closer to him, his fingers brushing her hair away from her cheeks.

"I love you too", she responded before slowly drifting off to sleep.

He watched her as she slept peacefully, the rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled soft breaths. He watched as her nose scrunched and her eyelids twitched for a moment before her face relaxed. He watched his beautiful best friend resting as his mind wandered what tonight really meant and what tomorrow would bring. Would things be normal or had everything changed between them with just a simple kiss?

Had he professed his love for her, or did he profess his love to her? What had they both truly meant when they told each other they loved one another?

Was he in love with Olivia Pope and did she share the same feelings?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden buzzing coming from his cellphone on the side table. He reached over her shoulder to grab his phone and silence before it woke her, planning to respond to whoever it was whenever he woke up later. However, his curiosity got the best of him when he saw the notification of a text message from a number that wasn't already stored in his phone. He swiped his thumb right, unlocking the screen before he clicked into his messaging app, reading the message that popped up on his screen in a new thread.

"Hey, I know it's late. But I was just thinking, maybe coffee tomorrow?"

He was confused as to who the message was coming from, thinking that maybe it was sent to the wrong number. He was grateful that he never kept his "read" receipt on, so he was able to ignore the message, until his phone buzzed in his hand again.

"Oh by the way, it's Genna", was followed by a smiley face emoji.

Genna with a fucking G.