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The First Gentleman of the United States was, from anyone’s reckoning, a loyal and faithful husband. As the director of the President’s Secret Service, Agent Alex Danvers could pretty much vouch for that. He was never seen buggering off with other women. But he was cold, disengaged, a little imperious with the staff, and if one were feeling uncharitable (Alex usually was), a bit of a prick. She and Vasquez had taken bets as to when the last time was that he and the President had shared a bed, and the numbers they’d bandied about were… well, not good.
So it wasn’t much of a surprise that the President was moved to quietly seek some release elsewhere. Astra Isaacs didn’t get to where she was by being a cold fish, after all. She was known for her passionate speeches and take-no-prisoners debating style and most people correctly assumed that such passion manifested itself behind closed doors in equal measure. Or at least it would, if given the opportunity.
In short; the President needed to get laid. So naturally, she did it the way busy women do; they fuck who’s close to them.
“Sir,” Vasquez’s voice crackled in her earpiece. “Freefall is requesting you.”
“Can you take care of it?” She cut through the rear of the lobby and past the checkpoints into the West Wing.
“Tried, Sir. She insists it has to be you. She won’t tell me what she wants.”
“Copy that.” She strode through the West Wing, wearing her quiet authority as comfortably as if she’d been the head of The President’ Secret Service detail her entire life.
“Madam President! I am responsible for your safety, you cannot go rogue like this again! Ditching your detail to sneak out for a slice of Shakey’s Pizza is incredibly stupid and dangerous. And it’s the third time this month that you’ve done this!”
“What are you going to do about it, Agent Danvers?” she’d shot back, leaning back against the edge of her desk. She was mocking, but beneath her thin veneer of cool, her blue eyes blazed.
Alex didn’t bother taking out her earpiece. Let her people hear her having it out with the President.. “Maybe I’ll cuff you to your desk next time,” she hissed.
“Promises, promises, Agent.”
Her blood was already boiling as she moved down the hall. Her earpiece crackled again. “Sir, the Rose Garden is secure,” Agent Lane’s voice announced. “We’re ready for Freefall whenever you want to bring her down.” Alex smiled. She was lucky. She had a good team. Like herself, they’d all come up under Director Henshaw and they knew what they were doing.
“Thank you, Lane.”
Protecting the President of the United States was Job One, and Agent Danvers took it deeply seriously. Henshaw had nearly given his life to protect President Clinton. Alex was prepared to do the same but goddamnit, this President wasn’t making it easy for her. Freefall was her Secret Service nickname because she used to jump out of planes when she belonged to the Airborne, and she seemed to think she was invincible.
Alex’s brow furrowed. She stepped closer. “Are you doing this specifically to antagonize me, Madam President?”
“If I were trying to antagonize you, you’d know.” And then the President’s surprisingly strong hands grabbed Alex’s lapels and yanked her closer. “Does it feel like antagonism?” she asked, softer. She was looking at Alex’s mouth, her eyes traveling down the front of her dark suit.
Alex gripped the President’s waist, her fingers curling tightly through the navy blue fabric of her skirt. She felt the firm muscles beneath her skin. “Ma’am,” she warned, fully conscious that her earpiece was still in and she had to choose her words carefully. “You’d better be sure about what you’re doing, here.”
Alex didn’t know what the President wanted from her now, so she found herself on edge, spoiling for a fight and somehow more aroused by that prospect than she wanted to admit.
Senator Miranda Crane breezed past her with an aide scurrying in her wake. “Agent Danvers,” she said cheerfully. “Off to give the President some more of your invaluable policy advice?”
Alex snorted and kept walking. Alex knew she was too mouthy about policy opinions for a Secret Service Agent. Henshaw always told her that, warned her that whatever she thought about the President’s choice to move troops out of Baghdad or levy fines against the oil industry, she damn well better keep it to herself. Sometimes she couldn’t help it, though. And Crane had been there the last time it had happened. “Off to give the Senate some more of your invaluable hot air, Senator?” she muttered under her breath.
Crane didn’t respond. She probably didn’t hear. Alex marched on, conscious of the bulk of her sidearm resting against her ribcage underneath her jacket. Had someone set the thermostats too high in the West Wing today?
When she entered the Oval Office, the President looked up at her. Afternoon light fell in from the window behind her, illuminating her chestnut hair and casting soft gold light on the surface of the ornate desk in front of her. She smiled, radiant with her sparkling blue eyes and perfect teeth, and for a moment Alex couldn’t think of anything except the last time she stood in this office, about a week ago. She’d been avoiding it since then, sending Lane or Vasquez to handle whatever it was that Freefall needed.
The President took Alex’s hand, slid it up underneath her skirt and pressed it between her legs. Alex felt her readiness and became instantly wet. The President’s eyes flicked over to the earpiece, silently acknowledging it, using the same caution with her words. “Does it seem like I’m not sure, Agent Danvers?”
The President of the United States, in front of her, skirt pushed up. Their eyes locked and unblinking, staring each other down even as Alex’s fingers worked the President’s stiff, hot clit. How wet she’d been, how badly she’d clearly needed this. How hot and powerful it had made Alex feel, the pride and triumph of fucking the President against the edge of her desk in the Oval Office, barely breathing, almost silent. She hadn’t even bothered to take out her earpiece.
“Agent Danvers.”
“Madam President?” She stood with her back stiff, hands clasped behind her back.
“Are they ready for me outside?”
Is anyone ever ready for this woman? Alex thought wryly to herself. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
“Is that all you wanted?”
“Whatever you want, Madam President.” It was so strange, how they’d gone from arguing to … this…. In a matter of moments. Her hand up the President’s skirt, stroking her with a kind of angry lust that seemed to ambush her from nowhere. With Washington and Lincoln and Kennedy watching from the walls. Sweet Jesus.
Astra shook, struggled to control her thick breathing, to keep her voice low and even, but her body was stiff and her hips thrusting were against Alex’s fingers. “I’ll go where I want to go, is that clear?”
Alex slipped a finger in and watched with satisfaction as Astra shook a little at being penetrated. “I’m just doing my job,” she replied, smirking.
“Yes, you are, Agent,” the President whispered, for a moment closing her eyes and letting her head drop back. “And I appreciate that.”
The President, still smiling, got up from behind her desk and walked around in front of it, just where she’d been standing a week ago. Leaned back against it, hands behind her, gripping the edge of it, just as she’d been a week ago. A week ago, when I pushed a finger into her and fucked her until her lip quivered and her whole body trembled. There, right there.
“Are you… avoiding me, Agent Danvers?”
Alex schooled her face. Stoic. She wasn’t about to give anything away. It was almost surreal, what had happened. She was going to continue pretending that she didn’t fuck the President, didn’t lick the taste of Astra off of her fingers while she watched, that she didn’t walk away feeling satisfied despite Astra not having reciprocated. “Avoiding you? No, ma’am. Why would I be?”
“That’s good, Agent. I just wanted to make sure that we didn’t have any… issues between us after our last meeting here.”
Our last meeting? When I fucked you? That meeting? “Of course not.”
“Things did get very … tense.”
Alex barely nodded. “If you say so, ma’am.”
Alex could feel the muscles inside Astra clutching. She thrilled at the prospect that her entire team was listening to her fuck the president and they had no idea. She could feel that Astra was close, that she’d stoked her tensions near to the breaking point. “Madam President, if that’ll be all, they’re waiting for you in the Rose Garden,” she said, her voice as carefully even and calm as she could make it.
There it was. Oh, there it was, those little tremors, and the President’s eyes finally closed. And after a deep breath, with a great deal of care to the tenor of her own voice, she responded, “I’m coming, Agent Danvers.”
Atra smirked, and crooked a finger. “Come closer, please.”
Alex took a step closer.
Astra looked at her with irritation. “Again, please.”
Alex obliged. This wasn’t going to happen again, was it? It couldn’t. She didn’t even like this woman. Except that the way she’d looked when she was falling apart under Alex’s touch… she’d liked that. Too much.
“Agent, I just wanted to …. apologize for the way I behaved toward you.” She had that stare now, Jesus, that focused stare, that eye-fuck stare.
“It’s not a problem, ma’am.”
Astra leaned close to Alex, placed her lips next to the ear without the earpiece, so close that Alex could feel the brush of her lips as she whispered barely louder than a breath: “Just so you know, Agent, I intend to reward your … steadfastness.” She felt fingers brush up the inside of her thigh as Astra said this, and she bit her lip to control her breathing. She wanted to push the woman down on that desk and fuck her again, this time properly, pulling out all the stops, a hundred different ways, till they could hear the moaning all the way over in the East Wing.
She felt those manicured fingers slide up the inside of her thigh until they reached where they met, felt them press in and rub through the fabric of her trousers. She bit her lip again and remained stoic despite feeling the hot flood between her legs, just like before. “If that’ll be all,” she said evenly, “they’re waiting for you in the Rose Garden.”