POTUS

7

A/N: Here we go again, Lovelies. Note for this chapter: there's a section that's explicit and NSFW! Enjoy!

It was five weeks since the attack on the clean energy summit, and life at the White House had somewhat settled down. The president insisted on daily briefings from the joint task force and was pushing them hard, but they weren't much closer to figuring out who was behind the egregious terrorist actions.

On a more personal front, Alex and Kara were struggling to find time alone. They hadn't slept together... in any sense of the word... since Geneva. And they were both more than a little frustrated with the situation.

On the upside, the room where they'd had their first non-date night had become their regular weekly girl's night venue, but the fear of being caught had kept their contact mostly innocent, outside of teasing touches, brief kisses and rampant eye-fucking.

If Alex genuinely thought she might explode, Kara was most certainly a ticking time bomb.

The president could see her girlfriend's underlying grief in their brief moments alone together, but the agent seemed to have thrown herself back into her job and the new team of Secret Service agents was running like a well-oiled machine.

The president missed Goliath's smiling face and cheeky grin though. More than she'd ever imagined she would.

Kara's wound was almost healed, and she'd started exercising properly again, pushing herself until the pain got a little too much, even for her. Alex was slightly worried, but she knew it was a way for her girlfriend to cope and work through the anger around her friend's deaths.

"Madam President?" Chief of Staff Schott yanked Alex out of her musings and she turned with eyebrows raised.

"Mmm?"

"Doing ok? You're late for the briefing."

The president looked at her watch and sighed. "Sorry... I was lost in thought. I'm coming now." She picked up her leather portfolio and a pen, then followed her best friend out of the Oval Office and down the hallway to the briefing room. Everyone stood as she entered but she waved them back into their seats. She let her eyes briefly meet Kara's but didn't outwardly acknowledge her. "What do we have today?"

"Actually, Ma'am," the NSA representative said, clearing his throat gently. "I have some news. One of our assets in Europe got wind of payments to a small paramilitary group that's been on our watchlist for about three months now. Twenty-five million dollars transferred to them the morning of the attack and then another twenty-five million that evening."

"Hardly a coincidence," President Danvers mused.

"Indeed, Ma'am."

The brunette pinned him with her eyes. "Next steps?"

"Already in motion, Ma'am. The group is thought to be based in Eastern Europe, but we have yet to confirm a base of operations for them. The company is working on it. Their intention is to infiltrate and if that's not possible, to capture a cell member and interrogate."

At the back of the room, Special Agent Lee stood and spoke up. "Madam President, I'd like to know for sure whether the attack was aimed at you specifically or at all the participants of the summit."

"Agreed," Chief of Staff Schott added. "The last thing we want is to have to worry every time the president steps foot outside the building. Agent Lee, I'll make sure to keep you in the loop on any relevant information provided by the CIA."

"Thank you, Sir," Kara replied, taking her seat again.

Alex looked around the table, noticing immediately that SAC Miller was looking at Kara with narrowed eyes. "Do you have something to add, Mr. Miller?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Oh... No, Ma'am," the man replied, leaning back in his chair. "I was just thinking about what Lee said."

"Ok." The president glanced at her girlfriend to find a slightly raised eyebrow aimed at her. She cleared her throat and looked away. "Anything else?"

"No, Ma'am," came the quiet murmurs.

"Thank you. Good work." President Danvers glanced back over her shoulder. "Agent Lee, a word please."

The task force filed out of the room as Kara hung back and waited. The president closed the door and then slowly turned. "Are you really worried about another attempt on my life?

"Yes, Ma'am," Kara replied honestly. "Until we know for sure that you weren't the specific target, I'm going to assume that you were and that someone really wants you dead."

Alex nodded and turned to look out the window. "I don't trust Miller. He keeps throwing you shade."

"I noticed," the blonde chuckled. "And you made calling him out on it seem perfectly coincidental."

The president smiled slightly as she turned back around to face her girlfriend and take a few steps closer to her. "I don't think anyone else noticed, but you're right. I should learn to keep my trap shut and let you fight your own battles. You're more than capable of that."

Kara just nodded. "So, are we still on for tonight?"

"Actually," Alex replied. "I'd like something quiet tonight. How about dinner in the residence and a movie?"

"In the residence?" Kara repeated. "Is... is that ok?"

The president nodded. "It'll have to be because we're doing it. I need some time with you, Kara, where I don't have to worry about prying eyes."

"Ok... I'm finished my shift at six. I'll come to the residence at seven."

"Dress casually," Alex smiled. "I will too." Then she turned on her heel and walked away.

Kara just grinned.

Xx

Back in the Oval Office, President Danvers picked up her desk phone and hit the extension for the Executive Chef's office. It rang a couple of times before being picked up.

"This is Charlie, how can I help?"

"Charlie, it's the president. Hey, listen, I need a favor."

"Of course, Ma'am, what can I do?"

"Well, there's been a change of plans for tonight. I want to have dinner in the residence, and I want it to be kinda... casual."

"Yes, Ma'am," Charlie confirmed.

"Do you think we could do... pizza and beer?"

"Pizza and beer are perfectly doable, Madam President. Any particular pizza you'd like?"

"Nothing with pineapple or anchovies," Alex said firmly. "Maybe one pepperoni and one veggie. Enough for two people."

"And at what time, Ma'am?"

Alex thought about that. "Just before seven."

"Not a problem, Ma'am. One pepperoni, one veggie and an ice- bucket of beer just before seven."

"Thanks, Charlie. Have a good day." The president hung up and then leaned back in her chair, smiling to herself. She couldn't wait for the day to end.

"What are you grinning about?" Winn asked.

Alex jumped. "Jesus, Winslow. Give me a heart attack, why dontcha!" She looked around. "And where the hell did you come from?"

The chief of staff pointed at a recessed door. "Over there. I DID knock."

"Oh..." The president sighed. "I was on the phone. I didn't hear you... and I'm grinning because Kara and I are having a real date in the residence tonight."

Winn nodded and absently sat on the corner of her desk, but she shooed him off the hundred and forty-two-year-old piece of furniture and instead, went to the sofa to sit down with him. "I gotta tell you, Alex, there's talk."

"Of COURSE there is," the president replied with an eyeroll. "Because two lesbians can't be just friends."

The man's eyebrows lifted. "But... you're not just friends... I mean... right?"

"Kara is my girlfriend," Alex confirmed. "But... we haven't um..."

Winn's hand shot out. "Oh my God... you haven't slept with her yet?"

Alex shook her head. "Try finding a private moment in this place," she muttered. "That's kinda why I wanted to have a night in, in the residence."

"You're intending to seduce her," Winn breathed.

"Oh, I think she's well and truly seduced already," Alex laughed. "We just have to do something about it."

"You're totally wound tighter than a bow string. You need to get laid. Both of you do."

"Shut up," the president laughed. "Although you're not wrong." She shook her head then and changed the subject. "I assume there's a reason why you showed up here?"

"Oh! Right." The chief of staff opened his portfolio and pulled out a photo. "I got this from the NSA just now. Eitan Mizrahi. They think he's the head of that paramilitary group we talked about this morning in the briefing."

Alex gazed at the picture for a moment and then tilted her head. "Winn… I think I saw him at the summit."

"Wait… what?!" The chief of staff's mouth dropped open.

"Yeah, I remember seeing a guy at the luncheon that looked very much like him. Maybe Kara would remember him. She had eyes on everyone." The president got up and went back to her desk to grab her cell phone. She dialed Kara and the line was quickly picked up. "Special Agent Lee, can you come to the Oval Office please? Winn and I need to show you something."

"I'm up on the roof," Kara replied. "But I'll be there asap."

"What are you doing on the roof? Actually… never mind," Alex chuckled. "You can tell me later. See you soon." She hung up and shook her head with a little laugh. "She never ceases to surprise me." The president moved back to the sofa and settled in again with her legs crossed. "Any other business while we wait?" she asked.

"Definitely," Winn immediately replied. "Tell me about the plan for tonight."

Alex blushed just a tad and looked down. "The plan for tonight is to eat pizza and drink beer. Then I'm going to put on the longest movie I can find at a slightly louder than normal volume in the living room, so I can drag Kara to the bedroom and make her scream. What do you think?"

The chief of staff's face was the picture of surprise. "I think," he replied with a slow spreading grin. "That she'll probably be more than happy to return the favor."

Alex laughed and nodded. "Let's hope."

"Dances with Wolves is three hours long," Winn added thoughtfully.

"Huh… that'll work."

"So," Winn went on, his voice gentling. "Your Mom called me."

"Oh?" Alex's eyebrows drew together. "Is she ok?"

"She was just a little worried about you. She said you weren't very forthcoming with the details of the attack and that you kept insisting you were ok. She suspects that you're not."

The president nodded. "She always was very intuitive. I didn't tell her the details because I'm not ready to talk about it… plus, I don't want her to worry about me. I guess I failed there. Anyway, I'll call her later."

Just then, there was a knock at the door and Alex went to open it. Kara stepped into the Oval Office, her face impassive as always but her blue eyes twinkling a little. "Good afternoon, Madam President, Chief of Staff Schott," she said. She was a little wind-ruffled and Alex couldn't stop herself from pushing some escaped wisps of blonde hair back behind her ears.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured softly, and Kara cleared her throat gently to remind the president they weren't alone.

"Thank you, Ma'am." She shifted a little uncomfortably. "You… wanted to show me something?"

"Right!" Alex shook herself out of her lustful haze and turned to walk to the sofa, closely followed by her highly amused girlfriend. "Winn, show Special Agent Lee the photo please."

"Yes, Ma'am." The chief of staff spun the picture on the coffee table and then slid it toward Kara, who picked it up to look at it.

"Eitan Mizrahi. He was at the summit," the agent said, eyes narrowing. "I thought he was part of the Israeli prime minister's protection detail, but I assume I was wrong."

Winn shook his head. "Alex recognized him too. The CIA thinks he's the head of that paramilitary group we talked about in the briefing earlier. How do you know him?"

Kara turned her back and folded her arms, pacing slowly as she looked down. "Kara?" Alex said, a little bemused at her girlfriend's reaction.

The agent turned back to them and moved across the room to sit on the edge of the sofa with them. "What I'm about to say is in direct violation of an order I was given almost five years ago. If you weren't POTUS, Madam President, I couldn't tell you this, and Chief of Staff Schott, I need to formally inform you that this is classified."

Alex swallowed and nodded slowly. "Go on."

The agent looked down, lacing her fingers together as she leaned her forearms on her thighs. "I haven't been entirely truthful with you and I'm sorry." The president remained quiet as Kara looked up to meet her eyes. "Most of what I told you was true but… when my wife died, Madam President, I wasn't a police detective in D.C., I was a CIA operations officer, working deep undercover in the Middle East and I wasn't even in the United States when Lena died. I fell apart because the company didn't even tell me she was sick. They needed me focused on my op." She swallowed hard and shook her head. "After Lena died, and I told them I was leaving, they said that, under no circumstances, was I to tell anyone about my previous life… and I haven't. They built the cop backstory for me, and I've been telling that ever since."

It was Alex's turn to get up and pace, and Winn looked at Kara with compassionate eyes. "I didn't know your wife died," he said softly. "I'm sorry, Kara."

"Thanks," the agent smiled. "So, Eitan Mizrahi… he was a Mossad asset I heard of when I was in Israel. I never came into contact with him, but I heard he was an exceptional asset and I've seen pictures of him, which is why I recognized him at the summit. I also heard he was a good man… which is why having him linked with a terrorist paramilitary organization just doesn't make sense to me."

"People change," the president said quietly. "Life events and other circumstances could have driven him to this course of action. Or maybe he just got greedy and it's all about the money."

Kara just nodded, knowing it was plausible.

Winn sighed. "Thanks for the information, Special Agent Lee. I will provide it back to the task force from an anonymous source." He got up then and headed for the door. "Excuse me, Ladies."

There was silence for a long moment in the Oval Office, but then Kara moved closer to the president to stand behind her and place her hands on her shoulders. "I lied to you… and I'm sorry."

But Alex shook her head and then turned around to look into her girlfriend's eyes. "I was in the military, Kara. I'd be a hypocrite if I blamed you for following orders."

"Still… our relationship has been based on honesty and communication and I want you to know that I'm not keeping anything else from you."

The president chuckled. "I guess that explains all the languages you speak."

"French, German and Hebrew fluently. Enough Persian and Spanish to be dangerous," Kara shrugged. She looked at her watch then. "I have to go to a meeting but… can we talk more tonight?"

"Of course," Alex chuckled. "I also want to know why you were on the roof."

"Yes, Ma'am," the agent smiled as she turned and headed out the door. "See you at seven!"

Xx

True to her word, after exchanging a few words with the agent on duty outside the residence, Kara knocked on the door and slipped inside at seven sharp to find the president curled up on the couch in a tank top with a blanket sitting in her lap and dark-framed glasses perched on her nose. On the coffee table in front of her were two pizza boxes and a bucket of ice, filled with bottles that the agent hoped were alcoholic beverages of some sort. "Hey," she said as Alex got up and came toward her, taking in the sinfully tight jeans and t-shirt the agent was sporting.

"Hi," the president said as she lifted herself onto her toes to kiss her taller girlfriend for a long pleasurable moment. "I have to warn you that I have a weakness for women in tight jeans." She let her hands roam over Kara's butt. "And you look exceptionally hot in them."

"If you want to actually make it through dinner, you should probably stop looking at me like that," Kara replied softly as she ran her fingers through Alex's hair. The brunette was wearing soft shorts with her tank top and the amount of bare, touchable skin on display was making the agent's breathing come a little harder.

The president swallowed and looked down before tangling their fingers together and tugging her girlfriend to the couch. "I wanted this to be a normal night in… well… as normal as it can be. Just the two of us, pizza, beer and a movie."

"This is perfect." Kara nodded as she took a seat on the couch and pulled the president down beside her to wrap her arm around her shoulders and snuggle her close. She laid the blanket over both their laps as Alex took a moment to lean forward and flip open the pizza boxes.

"Pepperoni or veggie?" she asked.

"Both," Kara replied as she let her fingertips caress along her girlfriend's shoulder and down her chest to the swell of her breast. "I'm… starving," she finished on a whisper.

Alex suddenly got the distinct impression that they were on the same page as to the direction of their evening and, as she leaned back, she turned her head to kiss the younger woman and nibble on her bottom lip. "We should eat… first…" she replied, and Kara couldn't help the little growl that sounded in her chest. She was already on fire and the president hadn't even really touched her yet.

But she was patient and she accepted her pizza and took a bite as the president took a breath and eased back a tad. "This is great. Charlie's?" Kara opened a bottle of beer and took a long swallow before offering it to the brunette. Alex took a swallow too and then went back to her pizza.

"Yeah, he's so good. I swear I must have gained five pounds since I moved into the White House."

Gentle lips caressed the shell of her ear. "I love the way you look."

"Charmer," the president chuckled. "So… why were you on the roof today?"

"Oh…" Kara grabbed a napkin to wipe her lips. "I was inspecting the artillery."

"Artillery? On the roof?"

Kara chuckled softly. "Did you not read the welcome pamphlet when you moved in, Madam President?" Alex just shrugged sheepishly. "There are anti-aircraft guns on the roof. I inspect them once a month to make sure they're good to go."

"Huh," the president replied. "I thought there were just snipers up there."

"Snipers wouldn't be able to do anything to protect the White House from enemy planes or helicopters," Kara replied, kissing the older woman's forehead. "So, we have big ass guns to take care of it."

Alex laughed softly. "Big ass guns. Cool."

Kara was quiet for a moment but then her face turned serious. "About today… about what I told you… I've been feeling relieved."

"How so?" the brunette asked gently.

"I've told the cop backstory a thousand times and never thought a thing of it but… with you, it's different. I want you to know all of me and I'm relieved you know the truth. It's… possible… that my past could come back to haunt me and knowing that you know and understand is a weight off my shoulders I didn't even realize I was carrying." She paused then and Alex, sensing there was more, just waited for her to go on. Kara got through another couple of bites of pizza before she spoke again. "When it comes to sex, I haven't exactly been abstinent since Lena but… you're the only woman I've cared about… cared for."

Alex looked down and a little smile crossed her lips. "I dated a little after Maggie left me but… I haven't been with anyone in a long time, Kara."

"It's like riding a bike," the agent replied with a teasing little smile. "It'll come back to you."

"Mmmm… I hope so," Alex chuckled and then drew the agent's face closer to kiss her again. It was slow and deep and, as she used her teeth to tease Kara's lips, a gentle palm closed over her breast and caressed her aching nipple. She groaned softly as the blonde eased back from their kiss. "Put the movie on," she whispered, blue eyes full of want and need and heat.

The president nodded and quickly turned on the TV to stream her movie choice and Kara chuckled softly. "This movie is three hours long. You're a genius, Baby."

It was the first time Kara had called her that… or any pet name to her memory… and she got up to offer her hand. The blonde took it willingly and, as Alex slowly backed up toward the bedroom, brown eyes full of desire pulled the agent with her just as much as their tangled fingers. As the bedroom door closed behind them, Kara's hands were already at the hem of Alex's tank top. "May I?" she asked quietly.

"Please," the president replied and lifted her arms as the agent lifted the shirt up and off.

Kara's blue eyes widened slightly, and her trembling fingertips reached out to slowly trace along her girlfriend's collar bone. "Stunning," she whispered.

Alex just stood still, letting the agent devour her with her eyes. It just heightened her arousal and, she waited as long as she could stand, before taking Kara's hand and kissing its knuckles. "Touch me… please… I need you to touch me…" She slowly moved it to her breast and then exhaled hard as Kara surprised her by cupping one breast in her hand and ducking her head to trace her tongue around the other.

"God, I want to," Kara replied against its curve.

Alex had always loved her breasts being touched but the sensation of Kara's mouth closing around her nipple almost made her knees give out and she couldn't hold back her breathy moans of pleasure. "Jesus, Kara." And then the agent did something else with her tongue that sent such a bolt of pleasure to the president's core that she almost, almost came right then and there… and she gasped, hands clenching into the blonde's thick hair and then letting go for fear of hurting her.

"Too much?" the agent asked tenderly as she straightened but Alex shook her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her hands clutched into Kara's t-shirt instead.

"Holy shit, Kara, that was… I almost…"

"Mmmmmm," came the reply on a sexy smile. "Then I guess I'm doing something right."

Kara wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and walked them closer to the bed. Alex worked on getting her t-shirt off and loved that she hadn't bothered with a bra. Kara's breasts weren't too much more than a handful, but they were perfect, and the president ducked her head to drop kisses and gentle teasing licks on them as her hands went to the waistband of Kara's jeans to open her button fly.

The agent's hands were already inside Alex's shorts, squeezing her ass and bringing them closer together. The brunette looked up and Kara captured her lips for a filthy kiss that had them both groaning into each other's mouths as their bodies came together all along their lengths. Then sensation of soft skin and hard muscle pressing against her, made Alex almost come again and she was suddenly afraid that she wouldn't actually make it to the main event, as amazing as the foreplay felt.

She was full-on shaking and Kara, maybe sensing the president's sensation overload, slowed down a little and just held her, gently caressing up and down her back in a more soothing than erotic way. "Are you ok?" she asked. "We can stop if…"

"No…" Alex whispered. "I just need to calm down a little. It would be totally embarrassing if I came before we even got started."

The blonde laughed softly and kissed the president's forehead. "You're amazing," she whispered, "And I love you."

Alex eased back, her face the picture of surprise. "You… you love me?"

Kara smiled and nodded happily. "Have you met you? Of course I love you. How could I not?"

The president grinned broadly, crushed their lips together and tumbled them back onto the bed. They laughed together and then Alex was on top, her hands back at Kara's fly to undo the last button. "Can I take these off? Is that ok?" she asked, stilling her hands.

"Definitely," the agent replied and, at the same time as she lifted her hips to let Alex shimmy the denim down, she slid her hands into the waistband of the president's shorts and tugged them down too. Kara's cotton boy shorts and Alex's lacy briefs were the last barriers of clothing between them, and they made quick work of discarding those, groaning at the first sliding together of their damp, naked bodies.

"Uunngghhh…" Kara shuddered as the brunette cupped her breast and then ducked her head to suck on her nipple at the same time as pressing her thigh between the agent's.

"Jesus… you're wet," Alex moaned.

"That's all you," the blonde replied. "That's what you do to me. All you have to do is look at me or say my name and I'm soaked." She grinned a little. "It's a problem." Alex laughed softly and rocked her thigh down, smiling as Kara shifted a little to press her own thigh to Alex's soaking sex in turn. "And like YOU can judge, Madam President," the agent chuckled. "Did you save any moisture for anywhere else in your body."

"Fuck you," the president laughed as she nipped at the agent's shoulder and blushed slightly.

"Mmmmm," the agent whispered in reply. "That's exactly what I want… to fuck you… may I?"

"Please… before I actually combust, Kara."

The agent rolled them over and settled on top of her lover. Then Alex's hips were lifting off the bed as strong, seeking fingers slipped effortless inside her and Kara's thumb slowly inched through her folds to find her prize. Alex was so aroused and ready that the first caress of the agent's thumb over her clit made her cry out and clench around her fingers. Kara held still, wanting to prolong the pleasure for the president. Alex was already so close that she could hardly breathe. "I've got you," the blonde whispered against her lover's ear. "I love you." She felt Alex relax a little around her fingers and started moving again, slow deep thrusts paired with curling fingertips as she withdrew each time, keeping the president right on the edge of orgasm but not letting her crest just yet. She wanted to stay like this forever, buried inside her lover's warmth, feeling every twitch of her walls.

The president was shaking again and moaning breathily over and over as the agent's fingertips dragged against her front walls, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes twitch and then curl. "Kara," she said, brown eyes locked on her. "Kara… please… I need…"

"I know," the agent replied tenderly, and she stroked her thumb continuously over the president's clit until the brown eyes squeezed themselves shut and Alex came so hard that she couldn't stop the scream of pleasure that left her chest and echoed around the bedroom.

And Kara couldn't even bring herself to care about the noise, she slowed her thrusts to ease the brunette through the pleasure as she dropped little kisses on her lips. "I love you, Alex," she said. "So much."

Shaking arms came around her neck and the president's breathy reply made a joyous thundering thing of her heart. "I love you too. God, I love you so much too, Kara."

They kissed deeply and Alex groaned as her hand wandered down between them to caress through blonde down. She felt Kara stiffen though and stilled as she gazed into the agent's blue eyes. "Are you ok?" she asked quietly. "Do you need a minute?"

"I… sorry… I…" Kara trailed off as her eyes welled with tears and the old insecurity rose inside her with a vengeance.

Alex kissed her tenderly. "It's ok if you're not ready for me to touch you," she said very softly.

"No… I want you to touch me. I just… God, I'm sorry, Alex, it's so stupid."

"Hey," Alex cupped Kara's cheeks and gazed into her eyes. "Whatever it is… it's ok to tell me, Baby. I promise."

"I haven't let anyone… since Lena…" Kara closed her eyes and her tears spilled over as she waited for the rebuke she knew was coming. The rebuke she'd heard over and over from the women she'd fucked but never let fuck her. They didn't know why, but Alex deserved to know.

But the rebuke never came and instead, gentle hands caressed her face. "I totally understand. What do you need, Love? You can tell me."

Something broke in Kara's chest and she started to cry. "I… I need to let her go," she said breathlessly. "I love you, Alex. I love you so much. She's gone and I need to just let her go. Please… can you help me?"

"Of course," the president replied, tears creeping down her own cheeks. "Just tell me what you need."

"I need you inside me… please, Alex."

The president nodded and, sensing the urgency of the moment, she kissed the agent deeply, pushing her tongue into her mouth as she quickly pushed her fingers inside her and began a quick rhythm that soon had the blonde gasping against her mouth. "Are you ok? Is this ok?" Alex asked, breathless with arousal herself.

Kara nodded and whimpered desperately. "Harder," she begged. "Alex… please… harder."

The president nodded and shifted a little to get her whole body into the thrusts as she ducked her head to suckle and worry the agent's nipple with her teeth.

Kara was trembling, her body getting tighter with every thrust, and Alex gasped out her own pleasure as the agent's short nails raked up her back between her shoulder blades. She couldn't stop herself and she began to grind down on the blonde's thigh as she thrusted harder and faster inside her. "Kara… Jesus," she whispered as she tried to maintain enough control to not come yet, but then Kara was lifting her upper body, her hands grabbing her lover's ass to pull her down harder onto her thigh, and within a span of breaths they both came, Alex's cries muffled as her teeth closed on Kara's shoulder.

"Fuuuuuuccckkkkkk…" the blonde groaned out, long and deep in her chest before she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and sated in a way she hadn't felt in an eternity. And then she was pulling Alex down onto her chest, peppering little kisses over her cheeks and eyes and lips. "I love you."

The president couldn't really feel her hand… or most of her arm actually… as she withdrew her fingers from inside her lover, but she just relaxed and pressed her lips to the hollow of her throat as she closed her eyes. "I love you too, Sweetheart."

Xx

It was close to dawn when Alex woke. The movie was long over, and Kara was still in her bed, wrapped tightly around her, but Alex couldn't even bring herself to care that they were at risk of being discovered. Then she realized that Kara was awake too and she smiled at her.

"Morning, Sweetheart," she said quietly.

"Morning," Kara replied. She smiled back and kissed the president's forehead. "I keep telling myself that I need to leave but…"

"I know," Alex sighed. "I don't want you to leave either. I want to stay in bed and make love with you all day."

"What time is it?"

The president looked over her shoulder at the clock on her nightstand. "Coming up on five."

"I should go now," Kara said regretfully. "It'll be easier to explain to Cullen that we fell asleep on the couch during the movie than to try to explain to the next agent on duty as to why I'm coming out of the president's room at six in the morning." She reluctantly pulled back the covers and got out of the bed, stretching her arms over her head and trying to ignore the lascivious, heated looks Alex was sending her way. She pulled on her underwear, jeans and t-shirt, then went to use the bathroom and try to make herself NOT look like she'd spent half the night getting laid. But the half-grin and twinkle in her blue eyes that wouldn't seem to go away just made her roll her eyes and resolve herself to looking just-fucked. She shrugged and went back into the bedroom where she leaned down and kissed her lover until she was on the verge of just agreeing to staying for another round of bed sports. But she managed to stay strong and headed for the door with a grin back over her shoulder.

"See you later. I love you."

"I love you too," Alex replied with a grin just as wide.

Kara strolled across the living room to the main entrance to the residence and then paused before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. "Hey Cullen, what the hell time is it?" she asked, pushing her hand through her hair and yawning sleepily.

"Almost five, Ma'am," the man replied, face impassive.

"Jesus, the president and I fell asleep on the damn couch halfway through Dances with Wolves. That's a long-ass movie."

"Yes, Ma'am, it is," the agent replied but he made no other comment and Kara just nodded.

"Well, I'll see you later. I'm on shift in a few hours."

"Yes, Ma'am," Cullen replied with a nod but, as Kara moved out of earshot, a little chuckle lifted his lips, and he shook his head. Fell asleep on the couch.

Right.