Those of you reading Another Chance know that I've decided I need to finish all of my fics, so yeah. This is the next one on the list.

"What?!" And she hits his bare chest playfully with her hand.

"Nothing." He retorts with a wide grin as he wraps his arm around her, letting his hand rest on her bare thigh. "It's just that…" and he's barely containing his laughter, "No one's ever been this freaked out by it before."

She buries her head in his chest. She can hear the rumble of his laughter under her ear. It takes all her strength not to start laughing with him, but if she gives in now, she will never, ever, hear the end of it. "I was not freaked out by it."

"You know, it has a name." He manages to squeeze out between two laughter fits.

"And what is it, Hulk the Incredible?" She tries to keep her tone serious, her eyes on the headboard above his head. She cannot look at him, or she will completely lose it.

"No, actually it's –"

"No, oh-my-god, I do not want to know!"

"Are you sure?" He asks in a mock hurt-going-on-concerned tone. "See, maybe if you were on first name basis, you'd be less freaked out!"

"I was not freaked out!" She says, clearly annoyed now. And she can tell he wants to burst into yet another fit of laughter, but she gives him a look, and he bites his lip, trying desperately to say quiet and still. God he's so charming, and hot, and naked, how is he this naked in her bed and she is getting distracted – it's the eyes, also, maybe, the abs. "It's just that, it's very large. And I'm… not." She says quickly, before biting her lip and burying her head in her hands. She can see him lifting up the sheet and taking a self-satisfied peek.

"We did well!" He says proudly, his entire face seems to have become a wide grin.

"Stop talking to it!"

"Well, since you're refusing to, somebody's got to." And she's done trying to win this one – he will tease her, and she will never hear the end of it, but it will be worth it, because seeing him this happy, this carefree and relaxed and at peace, makes her happier than she could have imagined being. So she plays along, playing coy.

"Fine!" And she bends down. She whispers to it, then looks up, eyes as wide as saucers, "I think it's gotten bigger than last time!"

"God, I love you so much." He just blurts it out, and she can tell he's freaking out, so she leans over and kisses him softly.

"Yeah, I'm still not letting you do that." He deepens the kiss, and flips them over so that she's lying underneath him. She's never felt as small, or as vulnerable, but also never as safe and at home.

"How about this?" He whispers into her ear as he aligns himself with her entrance. She pushes her hips up as she sucks on his lower lip.

"That would be a very welcome activity indeed." She whispers with a grin. And in one swift move, they're done talking. It's all soft kisses and entangled limbs.

She can't tell the time when she wakes up. It's one of those days when the sky is a pure white, no blue, no clouds. It's a perfect day to stay in bed. She blindly feels the sheets but they're cold. She moans and turns over. He's gone. Of course he is. It's too much. After what he said last night. After all the things they said and talked about, and then the i-love-you-so-much bomb and the laughter until 4am, of course it's gone, if she'd woken up first she probably would have ran away as well. This is too perfect to last. The door opens.

"Ah, damn, it, you're up."

"Well good morning to you too." She says faux offended.

"You look beautiful, and I am incredibly happy you have awoken and can now enrich my morning with your virtuous company, but I was kinda hoping to wake you up with coffee and some super-powerlicious hangin'."

"God it's like you traveled an entire century in one sentence." She pulls her hair in a messy bun and reaches for her sweater.

"Stay like that." He says as he leans over and kisses her softly – on the nose, then right corner of the lips, then left, and finally he traces the inside of her parted lips with his tongue. She moans and he pulls back, clearly very self-satisfied. "Coffee." He offers her a mug with a wide smile. "We really need to work on your morning mood, sunshine." He says as he gets under the covers and wraps his arm around her. She snuggles into his shoulder.

"My morning mood is appropriate." She says pointedly, as she takes a sip of her coffee. "It's the morning, everyone is always miserable in the mornings Fitz, everyone! It's like you're asleep, and you can fly and be a superhero, or a pop-star, or whatever, in your case probably a Hugh Hefner type of Nascar driver, and you're all that, and then you wake up, and you're just you, and no flying and there's work and bills and just general yuckiness."

"Wow. You're like level 9 of teenage angst right now." He says as he kisses her temple. "Or mornings can be amazing, because you wake up and you can't fly, but that's OK because you don't really want to, because you're right where you want to be, and life is kinda perfect." He pauses and she looks up at him, smiling, "Also, why would I want to be Hugh Heffner? That's like iPhone 6 wanting to be iPhone 4."

"You never turn off, do you?"

"You mean like horny, or?" And she's kissing him, her mouth stretched into a wide smile, her belly laughing.

As her breathing steadies and she comes down from an exhausted high. She looks at him with wide eyes, "I'm sorry I was grumpy this morning. I woke up and you were gone, and I kinda freaked out a little bit."

"I figured, hence the make-up sex." He kisses her temple. "So what's the weirdest thing you've ever done during sex?"

"You first!" She says as she sits up to get a better look at him.

"I made car noises this one time."

"What?!" She asks, incredulous.

"Basically, I was talking to this girl I was sleeping with at the time and she said her ex used to make car noises when they'd have sex. And I thought it was the most hilarious thing ever, and so did she, and possibly we found it exceptionally entertaining because we were high. Anyway a few months later I'm sleeping with another girl and I really want to break it off, but I don't know how to, because I want her best friend's number, so you know, pickle, and then I started making race car noises when we had sex. We broke up a week later."

She's really quiet. She is acutely aware of how quiet and she wants her brain to do something about it, anything, but the damn organ is not cooperating with her. She is frozen, her mouth seemingly unable to form words. "Wow." That'll do.

"That is supposed to be a funny story, why are you not finding it funny?" She can tell he's panicking.

"What part of that is funny? You being high with a girl bashing her ex, you sleeping with another girl just to get her friend's number, or the fact that you think that story doesn't make you sound like a complete dick?" And she's getting up, pulling her sweater over her head, suddenly she feels very bare.

"You knew I was that guy Liv. You met me when I was that guy."

"Yeah, but I thought you didn't like that guy, and you wanted to change."

"I have changed." He sounds defeated and she feels guilty. But the thing is she doesn't trust him.

"How long was your longest relationship?" She doesn't mean to sound that accusatory. She means it to come off as playful, but it doesn't, of course it doesn't. It sounds like she's already decided his answer. And she can see how much it stings, how hard he's trying not to lose it.

"How is that relevant?" He sounds cold, and she wishes she didn't; she wishes she wasn't the reason. "What's next, you're going to ask me how many people I've slept with?"

And she looks at him, cocking her head. Maybe that's it. "Now that you mention it." She says it with a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood, but it's already too late, he's already angry and frustrated.

"You cannot be serious!" She shoots him a look as she pulls her underwear on. "Oh, come on Olivia!" Him using her full name is never a good sign. "That is insane! What good is going to come from that?"

"Well, we'll know each other better." It sounds ridiculous even as she says it, but she remembers reading in one of those women's magazines at work that relationships can only succeed if you know everything about your partner.

"I am not doing that." He says calmly, as he pulls his shirt over his head. "It will hurt you and upset you unnecessarily."

"Fitz, that's not reason to-"

"I am not doing it." She's heard this no-nonsense tone before and she knows, she knows him well enough by now to know it's not worth the fight, she'll lose, because as stubborn as she is, he is a Grant.

"Fine!" She marches off into the living room and slams the door behind her.

"Fine!" He marches off into the bathroom and slams the door behind him.

Her pager beeps. Her pager keeps beeping. Her pager is still beeping. Damn-it! She comes back into the bedroom, cautiously, gets the pager from her jeans and -911- crap! She needs to shower. She needs the bathroom. But that would require talking to him. And looking at him. And this argument, despite all reason pointing against it has made her very horny. No, she cannot look at him, or talk to him, or anything with him right now. She grabs her jeans from the floor and pulls them on, jumping to get them past her hips. She knocks the bedside lamp off in the process. It shatters. Loudly. Very loudly. "Shit!"

"What, you're demolishing the house now, because I won't give you what you want?" He sounds amused.

"Shouldn't you be showering?" She sounds irritated. He opens the door, naked, surrounded by steam. She chuckles to herself – of course he looks like this, right now.

He grins as he sees her crossing her legs. "Going somewhere?"

"The hospital. I… go… I need, to get there. Surgery."

He crosses the room to where she's standing and kisses her forehead, gently. "Alright then." He trails his hand along the bare skin of her abdomen. She shivers. "You better get going. To your hospital-surgery-thing." He pulls her close, flush against him, and she can feel the water from his chest soaking her top. He leans in. His mouth is so close to her neck that she can feel his hot breath on her now-moist skin. "And Liv…"

"Mhmmm?"

"I am not giving you a list. And until you're ready to move past that, we're not having sex." And with that he waltzes off towards the kitchen.

"I hate him." She says as she drops her bag onto the bench in the doctor's lounge. Stephen looks up, half-intrigued, half-amused.

"Well at least you have your coat on this morning, so I feel like we're making progress slowly." He says as he lowers his papers, and leans back into his chair.

"He is acting as if it is completely unreasonable for me to be asking him to give me the list." She hangs her coat inside her locker and starts peeling the still-half-wet jeans off her legs. "I mean it's not like I'm asking him to write me a freaking novel, although, knowing him and his history, I guess I might as well be." She folds the waistband of her scrubs a few times, "They really should be making these shorter." She pulls her top off and starts rummaging through her locker for her scrubs top. "Crap, I took it home to wash and I forgot it." She turns around, eyeing the room helplessly, then, "Give me yours!"

"Liv, I –"

"Off, off, off," she waves her hand frantically, "your shift is over anyway and I have an emergency, so just, let's go, give it!" Stephen strips and hands her the shirt. She puts it on and it nearly reaches her knees. "Why are you this tall?" She asks annoyed, as she tries to think of a way to shorten it.

"You're welcome." He says with a grin. "And Liv-" she turns around, already half-way through the door, "he trusts you enough to let you bunk in the same bed as me during shifts, to not pester you about the fact we see each other half-naked most days, so maybe, you should trust him when he tells you his past no longer matters."

"Why are you always on his side?"

"Why are you not?"

"Olivia, what the hell are you doing standing there? Do you think I told the nurses to page you 911 because I enjoy that particular code? Because I find it fun? Get to the ER right now and get your head in the game." Cyrus yells as he runs after a gurney, "And Finch, go home and sleep, I need you here in 6 hours!" They just nod their heads and obey. The only man Olivia Pope has ever listened to, without objection.

Her shift flies by. Three surgeries back to back, three saves and three happy families later, she is walking home, absolutely exhausted. The air is crisp, the way it can only be in early spring – the wind forcing her to stick her hands in her coat pockets. She's completely forgotten about the list, and their fight, all she remembers is the fact that he said he loved her. She wants to kiss him, and snuggle, and play scrabble with him and Lynn for a bit, and then play strip scrabble with him.

She can hear Lynn laughing all the way down the hall, as soon as she steps from the elevator. She smiles. She is not used to this – to coming to a home, she is used to coming to an empty condo and a microwaved meal, not to warmth and laughter and family.

"Hi." They don't hear her come in. He is tickling the little girl and she is trying to tickle him back, but her arms are way too short and he is way too quick. He is not letting her win, in fact he is giving her a run for her money. "Hello." She yells louder as she drops her coat.

"Hi Liv!" Lynn yells as she gasps for air.

"Fitz, go easy on her, she'll-" And she wants to say get hurt, but she stops herself. He's not an idiot, he knows how far to push it, she needs to step back. "What's for dinner?" Instead.

"Pizza." He yells as he throws Lynn over his shoulder. And a part of her is annoyed, because Lynn should not be having pizza she is still recovering, and in fact he should not be carrying her over his shoulder, because her scar still hasn't healed completely, but then she looks at the girl's face and she is absolutely beaming. "Lynn close your eyes." He tells the girl as they reach Liv.

"Why?"

"Because I'm about to kiss Liv and it will be a PG-13 kind of kiss, so you need to close your eyes and not peek." And she starts giggling uncontrollably, trying to get an angle to see. He kisses Liv's cheek then hands the girl over to Liv.

"That was a lame kiss." Both girls yell at the same time, then giggle loudly.

"Just keep teasing me and neither of you is going to have dinner." He says as he checks the oven.

"I thought we were having pizza?" She asks as she lowers the girl to the floor.

"We are, but I'm making it. God, Liv, she's recovering from surgery she should not be having take out for dinner." He says with a wide grin, and she rolls her eyes at him exaggeratedly.

"Can I play with the iPad Fitz?" Lynn asks from the couch.

"Only until dinner." They reply in unison.

She walks over to him, and drags her hand slowly up his back. She leans in and whispers into his ear, "How about a proper kiss?" He wraps his arm around her hips and cups her face with his other hand. He brushes the tip of his nose against hers, and smiles, instinctively. She runs her hands through his hair and pulls his head lower, as she props herself on her toes. At first it's tender, their lips barely touching, but then he pulls her closer as she runs her tongue along the rim of his lips. He opens his mouth wider, as she grazes her teeth along his lower lip, and-

"Fitz, who's Kayla, Amber, Tyra, Johanna-"

He is quickly turning scarlet. A deep shade. A little bit like red bell-peppers in September. "Stop reading that." He says, his voice high pitched, as he starts moving towards the couch. "That's my… fantasy basketball team." Liv jumps on to the counter, amused, grabbing the bowl of popcorn that she keeps on the shelf. She used to have it for dinner.

"What's a fantasy basketball team?" Lynn asks as she hands him the iPad. He turns around and looks at Liv, but she just shrugs her shoulders and eats another popcorn with a grin.

"It's, um, when you draft your ideal players, for a team that you wish you had and could play?" He sounds like a first grader at a spelling bee contest – unsure and completely lost.

"That's really cool! And your team is all girls?"

"Yeah!" He chokes out.

"Are they good?" She's following him back to the kitchen. For someone that small, she is mightily fast. Liv slightly shifts on the counter to get a better view and grabs another fistful of popcorn.

"Yeah, they are." He puts the iPad on the top shelf. It's completely unnecessary, and absolutely hilarious. The girl climbs on to the stool and stares at him from over the counter.

"So what's Johanna good at?" Liv thinks she can see physical beads of water appearing on his forehead. He looks like he's going to be sick. She puts the popcorn down on the counter.

"She has a great jump shot." He shoots her a grateful smile, but now the girl's attention is turned towards her.

"Do you know the girls on Fitz' team too, Liv?" She asks as she puts her elbows on the counter and leans her head on her hands. For a moment she looks exactly like Abby. Liv can remember her, sitting at this same counter, years ago, grilling Liv about the guy she hooked up with at the wedding.

"I don't actually." Liv says slowly, trying not to laugh at his panicked expression.

She can see the girl's face drop, but then she thinks of something else, and the smile is back, "Do you have a fantasy team as well Liv?"

She can see him folding his arms over his chest out of the corner of her eye. "I do." She says with a coy smile.

"What's your team like?" Lynn asks, all wide eyes and half-toothless grin.

She starts walking towards the girl slowly, "Well, there's David, and John, and Alice and Jake, Alex and Edison, and-" she starts tickling her as she grabs her from the stool, "and you better go wash up for dinner, or no pizza for you, little miss nosy."

The girl runs off, laughing. Liv turns around and walks back to where he's standing, swaying her hips slowly.

"Alice, huh?"

"Yeah," she says softly, as she runs her hand up his chest, letting her fingers play with his neckline, "Alex, was also a girl." She says with a smile, as she kisses the corner of his lips.

"How did I not know this?"

"Well, you said no lists, so we're not talking about this." She takes the plates out and sets them on the table.

"I didn't know you-"

"What, had a past?" She replies with a wide smile. "I had my share of… teammates," she arranges the napkins, "I was just a lot more discrete about it." She turns around and offers him a wide grin.