Author's Note: Alas, the end. I've thoroughly enjoyed writing this fic and I thank all of you Gladiators out there who have supported this story and all of my other SCANDAL-ous offerings. As last chapter implied, I end this fic with where Season 4 appears to begin: Olivia Pope on a beach. Mad Love, Jam, and Power Drills, ~*CMW2/Trump*~
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"Mmmm…"
"Ms. Pope, where is your bikini top?"
"I left it at my seat because I knew that I'd end up with a better one in the end, Dr. Grant."
A pleased purr rumbled in her companion's chest and Olivia smiled dreamily as he gently massaged her sun kissed breasts. Tilting her head, she offered her neck to him and Fitz's lips were smiling as he kissed the column of flesh. Gently, she took a handful of his thick curls and their lips met tenderly, both of them tasting of pineapple and sunshine.
Getting the time off had been child's play. The sentencing had gone through and all three men were looking at hard time. Eli had 50 years for masterminding the situation plus 4 for the attempted extortion. Due to the deal he had cut with the state and federal prosecutors and his testimony, Big Jerry had gotten 25 years plus 10 of probation, and Ballard would be serving the rest of his life in the prison psych ward. The Media frenzy had been insane and their bosses had been eager to help them get away. Plus, there was a large "secret" betting pool on when they would be getting married and have a child so letting them go on an island getaway provided a big boost for the players involved, not to mention that it was good for morale.
Everyone loved a good love story…
His fingertips went to the ties of her snow white bikini bottoms and she turned around, guiding him backwards to the loungers on the patio. Fitz licked his lips as she shoved him down and Olivia straddled him firmly, untying his red and white floral print trunks. She gasped as he put her underneath him and their swimwear ended up on the patio.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Show me, Fitz…"
She hitched her leg over his hip and her head fell back in rapture as he slid home. His hands buried in her coils and his kiss made her lose her breath. Fitz's hips rocked and rolled against her and Olivia quivered underneath him, around him as she met him halfway, tasting and loving his blissful moans. His mouth descended to her nipples and his fingertips danced knowingly between her legs, creating a circuit of electric bliss that bubbled over into…
"Fitz-ger-ald!"
"God, Livvie, yes!"
As the afterglow settled in their bones, he snuggled her and she pressed a soft kiss to his brow as he dozed. Once he was settled into a nap, Olivia pulled a cashmere blanket over his lower half and picked up her glass of wine, sipping it happily. Looking at her left index finger, she saw the gold band that Fitz had given her and she smiled, pressing a kiss to the metal.
When they were ready, two more rings would be on her ring finger and one on his, symbolizing their love that would last from this lifetime to the next.
And afterwards, they would have babies. Fitz wanted four. She wanted at least one…
Two would be a good compromise or knowing them, a good starting point.
They had won.
They had made it.
They were alive.
They were together.
They were beautiful.
They were right.
They were just right.
They would always be just right.
FIN.