Feb 15 rolled around and it was finally their day. Their Valentine's Day. Yes, it was a day later than the rest of the world but that didn't matter to Fitz. Yesterday he took any meeting that came his way, and as the evening rolled around, he told Mellie he had a headache and just needed to sleep it off. She was pissed and threw a tantrum just as Fitz suspected she would, but he didn't care. He didn't care that Mellie had planned a big Valentine's Day surprise for him complete with flower petals, candles lit up all over their bedroom and worst of all, her in red lingerie trying to give him a lap-dance. He knew she was just trying to seduce him for her own selfish reasons, but Fitz couldn't stand to be around her, let alone sleep with her. All he cared about was tomorrow when he'd get to see the love of his life at their spot; Camp David.

He woke up well before Mellie to avoid any of her come-ons, and also to take care of his morning wood. He had been dreaming Olivia and hoped he hadn't been talking in his sleep again. But tonight he wouldn't have to dream; he'd have her in real life.

He finished up in the bathroom and decided to get in a workout and do some stretches so he'd be well prepared for later. Once in the oval it was non-stop with meetings back to back and occasionally Cyrus would come in to bitch about something he wasn't doing to Cyrus's standards. God how he couldn't wait for his presidency to be over. He couldn't wait for the day when he could wake up beside Olivia and not leave their bed until whenever they felt like it, without either of them having to rush off to some meeting.

At lunch he tried calling Olivia's extension, but there was no answer. "Dammit," he said under his breath. He hoped she wasn't mad and that she would still meet him at Camp David tonight. "Only a few more hours," he thought to himself as he exhaled a deep breath.

Being alone on Valentine's Day might be depressing for some people, but not the formidable Olivia Pope. To her it was just another day, fueled by consumerism. For years as a child she never witnessed any real romance around her. To say her parents weren't affectionate would be an understatement, and after her mother died, she was shipped to boarding schools where it was never celebrated or tolerated. As an adult she just didn't see the point of the day. Until she met him.

The first time she saw Fitzgerald Grant III she despised him. She thought "here we go again. Another white, rich, out-of-touch politician". She rolled her eyes as she stood at the back of the room as he blamed his staff for his own shortcomings. She really didn't want to dish out one of her famous reality-checks on the first day before formally meeting him, and especially not in front of his entire team.

"He's pretty handsome...by politician standards," she thought to herself, "but why does he look like he needs to get laid, badly? Where is his wife?" Olivia thought to herself as she looked around for his wife. Finally, Olivia couldn't listen to him whine anymore and she let him have it.

When he tried to get Cyrus to fire her after she only told the truth, that was it for Olivia. She decided then and there she couldn't help out her friend Cyrus. If he couldn't take her constructive criticism, then he wouldn't last a minute in National politics in her eyes.

He came running down the hall after her. When she turned around she saw regret, pain and... was that lust in his eyes that Olivia saw? Somehow he used his charm on her to convince her to stay. "Damn, maybe he does have something I can work with," she thought.

As they worked together on the trail, she saw the many ways she was wrong about her initial judgment. Yes he was rich and white, but definitely not out of touch. He truly was a man of the people and Olivia found that endearing. Over time she found it incredibly sexy. Soon they couldn't stay away from each other and were practically attached at the hip after just a few short days. It's like they were magnetically drawn to each other. They soon crossed that line together and that was it for Olivia. She suddenly understood all those stupid sappy love songs that she used to hate. She was in love with Fitzgerald Grant and there was no turning back, especially not now.