Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

-Lauryn Hill

Fitz was perplexed. He'd never fully understood women and their sudden mood swings but even he knew that no one could do a full 180 like Olivia Pope. Just two nights ago she's been panting his name and raking her perfectly manicured nails down his back and now she was blatantly ignoring him after a half-assed "Good morning, Governor."

It was her usual song-and-dance; the way she would suddenly become informal with him anytime there was a big break in the election. Last night, he'd won the primary. Fitzgerald Grant III was the Republican presidential candidate.

All Fitz really wanted, though, was a moment alone with her. He wanted to truly celebrate his victory with the woman he loved, and who was the reason he had won to begin with. The day was hectic, both of them scrambling around the campaign headquarters, stiflingly close to each other but much too distant for Fitz's liking.

It wasn't until the very end of the day, when one of the volunteers announced dinner was being served in the next room and everyone filed out, that he had a chance to get her alone.

Olivia tried to escape unnoticed, but Fitz, mindful to her fears, called out, "Ms. Pope, a moment please." He could visibly see her shoulders tense at the sound of his voice pronouncing her name so harshly.

"Not so fun, is it?" he whispered, suddenly standing directly behind her. "Being treated like a stranger, by me of all people. Why are you treating me like this Livie?" Despite their proximity he kept his hands to himself, not wanting to scare her off.

She whirled around. "I'm sorry Governor. But you're officially a presidential candidate now. I... we've worked too hard and too long to screw this up now. We - this - us, it has to stop."

Fitz felt the familiar pang he always did when she tried to do this. But instead of his usual reaction of becoming increasingly despondent until, days later, she opened her arms to comfort him, he felt a rush of anger towards her.

"Olivia," he said roughly, startling her. She'd never heard him so use such a tone with her, and the fact that he'd used her full name worried her. He softened his voice but his eyes remained enraged. "Livie. Sweet baby. I love you. I know that what we have may not be ideal and it gets difficult at times but I'm never going to stop loving you. I need you." He reached towards her slowly and, when she didn't stop him, caressed her cheek. She leaned into his soft touch, melting under his gaze which still burned with the intensity of his anger but had shifted into a longing that mirrored her own.

"I love you too," Olivia whispered, feeling herself get choked up at the sentimentality of the moment.

Fitz pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair. "Then, please, stop scaring me like that."

A/N: This chapter is a lot shorter than the others but it felt like the best one to start with. I hand write all of my stories so I won't upload any new chapters unless there's a high demand (or really any demand at all, I just don't want to be writing to myself) because it's not fun typing them up for nothing. Thanks for reading and reviews are appreciated :)