Sooooo...I know I owe you guys a prequel. And, I promise that I'm working on it. Its almost done actually. But, in the midst of me writing that I had an idea for a series of one-shots. I didn't really want to continue Can We Try Again with entire storylines and plot but I had fun writing this version of the Grant Family.(Plus, that whole Vermont comment Fitz made gave me all types of fanfic feels)...SO, here's the first chapter of my concept. It gets a little steamy but I did have a request from 'Chak' to "please let them finish next time"lol. Let me know if you like the idea, or totally hate it.

Oh, and I still DO NOT OWN SCANDAL...If I did, Fitz and Olivia would already be in Vermont, four kids later, with him as mayor, and her making jam;)

"Wakey, wakey."

"Hm?"

"You guys fell asleep," she whispered into his temple before laying a tender kiss against the same spot. Fitz blinked slowly as he got his bearings and cleared his throat with a groggy voice.

"Just a little nap. How was karate?" He sat up from his slouched position on the couch in their warmly lit family room, careful not to disturb Aubrey who's head rested on his lap.

"Good." The grin on her face widened as she thought about the nights events, slowly grazing her fingers through his thick locks. "They managed to get Tom in for a quick demo. It was pretty funny."

He laid his head back against the couch again, closing his eyes as he was soothed by the feeling of her light scratches against his scalp. Like father, like son, she thought.

"I'm glad it was fun." He yawned and cleared his throat. "Where's Jackson?"

"Upstairs getting ready for bed. I think our little guy is beat."

"I bet. School, violin lesson, and karate in one day will do that to a seven year-old."

"Every Friday. I asked him tonight if he wants to put music lessons or karate on hold. But, he adamantly rejected that idea. So-"

"So he likes being busy and overworked. Like someone I know." He looked up at Olivia with his eyes barely open and a lazy smile lingering on his face. She gave a silly face, knowing who he was referring to. "I'm gonna go say hey to him before he knocks out."

Fitz began to reposition himself to stand, shifting Aubrey gently so as not to wake her.

"I'll get this one to bed," Olivia said as she nodded her head down and looked at her sleeping daughter. "Good thing she already has her PJs on. That's a battle I didn't feel like fighting."

"I knew she wouldnt last through the whole movie so I made sure she changed and brushed her teeth."

"Was that before or after the gummy bears?" Liv asked as they both turned their attention to a pile of candy that sat on the coffee table in front of the TV.

"She only had a few."

"Mmmhmm."

"Really. They were for me." Both Olivia and Fitz knew that when it came to the kids, he was the pushover. He would discipline them sternly only if absolutely necessary. In most instances, though, he was the parent to bend the rules on things, especially when it came to topics of junk food and bedtimes.

"Listen," he said gently as he got up and stood closely to her body, "I'll bring her up. You just relax. Its been a long day for you, too."

He brought both hands to cup her face as his sleepy eyes shifted between her warm brown orbs and her full pink lips. It was as if he had a million thoughts running through his mind, but didn't want to share the secret.

"What?"

"Nothing," he subtly shrugged. "You're just beautiful is all."

She gently chuckled at her husband.

"I think somebody's a little delirious."

"Maybe. But that doesn't change the fact that the mother of my children is beautiful," he said with the corner of his lips curved in a smirk and an eyebrow raised. He leaned down to meet Olivia's pout with a simple kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," she sweetly replied as her hands laid lazily against his lower back. Their foreheads rested together with their eyes closed in contentment.

"So I'll go get Bre settled and check on Jackson. And then we can cuddle and watch a movie? Maybe have some wine?"

"Mmmm. That sounds good to me. I'm gonna go jump in the shower first, then."

"'Kay."

He kissed her lips once more before turning his attention to a sleeping Aubrey on the couch. Olivia stood in place as he attempted to position their youngest in his arms. It was always amusing to watch him maneuver her while she was asleep. Her full head of curls splayed all over the place, usually covering her entire face, her limbs hanging lifelessly. All the while, Fitz trying to make sure she was comfortable, and not woken up. Olivia had a few fingers covering her grin as she looked on, Fitz rolling his eyes with a smile of his own before turning to head up the stairs.

After the kids were settled she was interrupted in her shower by the voice she didn't think she'd ever grow tired of.

"Want some company?"

The answer was 'yes'. It would always be 'yes'.

"Maybe."

Olivia had been enjoying the quiet time in her shower as the warm water trickled down her body. The only thing that could've made the feeling more perfect was the company of a special someone. And here he was.

"We haven't enjoyed a shower together in forever," he said as he undressed and she watched on from the open shower door.

"I know. I've missed it." Olivia reached out her hand, which Fitz accepted as he walked into the shower with her. Their bodies met under the water as he held her tightly against him. They stood together in silence letting their embrace relax them from the days activities.

Fitz was the first to pull back slightly, just enough so he could tilt her head up with his index finger under her chin. His lips slowly latched onto hers, his tongue wasting no time before exploring her warm mouth. His large hands cradled Olivia's slender face as their kiss deepened. She moaned a breath into him, loving the feeling of their mouths and bodies touching one another's. The palm of their hands began rubbing up and down each others backs. Slowly, deeply, and soothingly exploring each other as if for the first time. Fitz gently walked her backwards into one of the shower walls before lowering his head to taste the soft skin of Olivia's neck. At the same time he gingerly lifted her thigh to rest it around his waist. The length of his pronounced erection pressing against her stomach aroused her even more, leaving her saying his name breathlessly.

While kissing him, she dropped one hand in between them and grabbed onto his rock hard member. Her fingers wrapped around his always impressive girth and began sliding up and down him, using just the right amount of pressure. To torture him a little more she grazed her thumb over his tip, forcing out an unexpected groan from his mouth. His head rolled back as he enjoyed the amazing feeling of the warm water beating on his back, and his sexy wife pulling at him with the perfect rhythm.

"Fuck that's good," he said in a strained voice.

Under hooded eyes Olivia watched her husbands facial expressions. If she didn't know any better she'd think he was in pain. But, knowing how much he loved when she did that to him, she accepted his reaction as utter satisfaction.

He rolled his head forward again and placed one hand against the wall, just to the side of Olivia's head. The other hand wrapped around hers, helping her get him off. The both watched as they pumped slowly up and down his shaft. Olivia could feel her bodily fluids dripping down her inner thigh as she became consumed with desire for her husband. She subtly looked up at him, her lips slightly hanging open as she tried to regulate her breathing. He was still watching them jerk him off, almost in a trance.

"Fitz," she whispered, almost inaudible with the shower still going. Her free hand slowly traced down his body, first his neck, then chest, abs, and finally resting barely on his ass. "You are so sexy to me."

He looked at her, this beautiful creature in front of him, telling him that he was sexy. He couldn't believe he got to call her his wife.

"Turn around," he gently demanded.

She did as she was told, laying both hands against his thighs as his body pressed into hers from behind.

"I want you so bad right now, Liv," he growled against her shoulder as his large hands reached in front, squeezing her breasts firmly.

"God, Fitz," she whined as his thumb and pointer finger pinched at both nipples at the same time. He was getting in a zone, and it would seem that she was too.

She was pressed against the clear but steamed shower wall, his hands still massaging his favorite mounds. He licked and nipped all over the back of her shoulders and neck as she began to grind her ass into his cock. It was perfectly positioned in between both cheeks for her to move up and down, another form of foreplay that they both loved.

"Fuck, Liv. I'm going to come before I even get inside of you." He spoke against her skin, his eyes shut as she continued to put a spell on him with the magic of her hips.

She could feel the tightness of her inner walls craving for his contact. So, she lifted a hand to the back of his head and pulled his face next to hers as she lowered her voice to a sexy, sultry tone.

"Then I suggest you get inside of me, Mr. President."

Fitz gulped at the sound of her voice. He almost lost it right then and there, but recovered quickly. He brought both hands down to her waist before bringing one to grab his cock.

"So, it's a Mr. President kind of night, huh?" He positioned his entire member in between her legs, allowing her access to grind her sweet juices along his length.

"Don't tease me."

"Call me that again. My naughty Communications Director."

"Mr. President."

"Mmmmmm. I love that. You want it?"

"Please-"

Fitz swiftly entered her, causing her to gasp in pleasure at the feeling. He slid in her deeply, both standing straight with one hand on her hip, the other with their fingers intertwined against the wall above her head. She moved in slow circles as he took his time stretching her out.

"Step back a little." She whispered as she bent over in front of him, forcing Fitz to obey her command. "Don't move."

He did as told, folding his hands behind his own back as he watched his wife work him. She rolled her hips as she slid forward and back against him. His jaw tightened but she could hear him groan with each movement.

"Damn. That feels so good, Liv."

"Mmmmm."

Not only did it feel amazing when she worked him like that, but he couldn't get over how visually erotic it was for him to watch her.

He groaned behind gritted teeth, trying to not to feel overcome. "Yes, do that."

Olivia continued to slide herself back and forth his entire length, dipping her hips at just the right times to give them both incredible sensations.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath.

"Is that good, Mr. President?"

"Hell yes." He bent over so his chest was pressed against hers as he began to moan against her ear. "I'm not going to last, Livvie."

His right hand wrapped around her waist as his left began to strum her bundle of nerves in rhythm with their hip movements. He always used just the right amount of pressure when it came to stimulating her, and this time was no different.

"Jesus, Fitz." Her hand slammed against the wall as she felt herself beginning to unravel.

"Come for me."

He rolled his pelvis forward and back, letting her tight walls release him and pull him back in. Olivia moaned and whimpered in pleasure, drowning in the sea of bliss that Fitz provided. His movements began to switch, the longer they went. He began using more force, determined to hit her spot and send her over the edge. As he pumped into her all he could do was grunt, assuring her that he was giving his all.

Before he knew it she was standing up straight, turning herself around, with her back slammed into the wall. He didn't care what position they were in, as long as he was inside of her. Olivia's legs quickly wrapped at his waist as he held her closely, grinding into her as their bodies connected as one. Her back slid up and down the shower wall as her hips rolled into his with each thrust. Before long her eyes were rolling shut and her teeth were biting into her lower lip.

"Don't stop."

"Come for me, Liv." He buried his face in the crook of her neck as her head dropped to the side of his face. Olivia could barely breathe as she panted uncontrollably against his ear. "God, please come for me."

Within seconds her body responded to his demands. He quickly covered her mouth with his as he swallowed her loud moans, shortly feeling the explosion of his own orgasm race through his body.

They stood in that position for a moment as they regulated their breaths, their hearts beating against the others chest. As their limbs finally began to loosen against one another's, Fitz placed Olivia back on her feet, still holding her closely as she stood on shaky legs. Her hands lazily cradled his face and she gave Fitz a wicked grin that he reflected back.

"That was good."

"That was more than good," she responded with a lick of her lips.

He lifted a hand to her chin as he let his thumb glide along her lower lip.

"You have the sexiest mouth."

"You have the sexiest everything."

"Is that your way of saying you want round two?"

She threw her head back in laughter, Fitz watching her with a smile. He kissed her shoulder and spoke against it.

"Come on, baby. lets go again. You didn't let me taste you."

"You were too busy hitting it from the back." The mischievous twinkle in their eye that they shared was undeniable. "The waters getting cold, mister. And you promised me a movie."

"You're right. You're absolutely right."

And with that they took their time washing up, getting changed and settling in bed.

"Which movie did you pick?" She asked in the dimly lit room as they both sat against their headboard and she nuzzled under his arm, with her wine glass in hand.

"A Beautiful Mind."

"Ooooo good one."

"Glad you approve." Fitz took a swig from his glass before setting it on his nightstand and grabbing the remote.

"Of course. You know my obsession with Russell Crowe is more than healthy," she teased looking up at him from the corner of her eye.

"Yes, I know. That picture of you two at the White House Correspondents Dinner is still framed in our library."

"He's just so delicious. And he smelled so good. Any woman with two eyes and a-"

"I'm sitting right here, Olivia," he teased dryly while clicking through the DVD menu.

"I know, honey. I'm just saying...He's my backup husband. Whether he knows it or not, I'm not sure."

"I'm going to go with 'no'. In any case, I wanted to watch this movie in particular, because it has Jennifer Connelly in it. And we both know-"

"She's your next wife. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Don't hate."

"Not at all. If you're into that type of woman..." she dismissively waved her hand and enjoyed another sip of wine. "Okay, its starting. No more talking."

He paused the opening scene and looked over at her with a serious look on his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, suddenly confused.

"Before we start, whoever falls asleep first has breakfast duty tomorrow and Sunday."

"What? No. Hell no. Tomorrow, okay. But, Sunday? That's a different story."

Olivia was always the one to fall asleep first. Always. It was a running joke between them. Earlier in their relationship it was Fitz who fell asleep moments into the movie. But since the kids, Olivia couldn't get through one-third of a film without dozing off and adding a light snore to the sound effects of the cinematic soundtrack. So, both knowing how the night would probably end up, Olivia passionately protested his proposition.

"Don't fall asleep first and you won't have to worry about it," he said charmingly.

"Fitz..."

"What?" He sure does play the innocent card well, she thought.

"You're really annoying sometimes, you know that?" She seemed slightly irritated, in a playful yet possibly serious way. Whether he'd ever admit it or not, he got a kick out of pushing her buttons in such subtle ways.

"Give me a kiss," he requested with a smirk.

"No." She didn't shift her gaze, still looking straight ahead at the flat screen, sipping her wine. "Press play."

"I will. Just give me a kiss first."

"Stop," she whined. It was getting late, the shower took longer than planned, and she knew he was having his fun while pestering her. "Just play the movie."

"We cannot have great shower sex, lay in our perfectly lit bedroom, enjoy wine and popcorn-but have you pouting because you think you might lose a bet. So, spread some love, and give me a kiss. Give your man some sugar."

She hated when he said that phrase, only because it sounded corny. Actually, she thought it was funny when he said it, but hated that she found such an obnoxious phrase cute. So, she turned her face to look up at him, attempting to hide the smirk creeping at her mouth.

"You're fortunate I like you, Grant." Olivia stretched up a little to meet Fitz halfway for a sweet, gentle kiss.

"Mmm. Thank you," he said warmly as they resumed their previous position with her head resting between his arm and chest. He pulled her body tightly against his and laid another kiss in her hair."Russell Crowe my ass. I'd beat the hell out of him before I let him take you from me."

"Don't hate. Now, press play."

Thoughts/Comments? Should I keep writing one-shots? Its such a random concept, and they wont always be fluffy and sexy, but at least its an inside peek at this version of Olivia and Fitz. Leave me a comment to let me know what you think or if you have any ideas. The feedback from you guys helps me out a lot. Thanks for reading!