AN: Okay, here's the first wish! ;) Also the first time I've published smut, so please forgive me if it's horrible. Leave me a comment and let me know what you think!

This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid.

Emily Rhodes was pacing in her office, rubbing the sides of her head. Somehow, over the course of 24 hours, she had gone from barely talking to Aaron as a work colleague to basically just agreeing to have sex with him after work. Not that she didn't want to, and it was with glee that she had discovered this afternoon that he also wanted to, but they hadn't stopped to think through all of the ramifications, both personally and professionally. They hadn't talked about whether this would be turning into a longer-term relationship or whether it would just be tonight. It if did turn into a longer relationship, they had no idea how they would act around the White House or what they would do in terms of letting the public know. Not that they thought their relationship ought to be of public interest, but if they got caught keeping a secret the scandal would be a lot bigger than it would be if they just came clean. She had no idea what they were doing and no idea what Aaron wanted. She did, however, suspect that deep down she knew what she wanted, as images of cuddling next to her coworker on the couch to watch a movie and waking up next to him kept popping up in her head. She wanted as much of Aaron Shore as he was willing to give to her.

And it was for that reason that, against her better judgement, she was unable to stop fiddling with the key in her pocket the whole day. At about eight, as least earlier than she normally got out of work, she finally left her office, almost running into Seth in the process.

"Oh, sorry Seth!"

"No problem. You on your way out?"

"Yeah, I think so. You almost done?"

"Hopefully, as long as the country doesn't experience a huge catastrophe in the next 30 minutes, knock on wood."

"Wouldn't count on it," she laughed. She paused, but being unable to stop herself asked in an unnaturally-casual voice, "do you know if Aaron already left?"

Seth eyed her knowingly but didn't comment on her tone. "Yeah, about ten minutes ago. Said something about expecting company."

"Huh. Well, I'll see you tomorrow!" she said, sounding far too perky and uncaring about the information he'd given her.

"Yeah, have a good night," Seth said, eliciting a glare from Emily, though she didn't want to argue with him. It would be as good as an admission.

She knew the way to Aaron's apartment better than she'd care to admit. It helped that he lived only a couple blocks from the White House, turning his place into a natural location for late-night planning meetings between them, Seth, and occasionally a few other staffers when they wanted to get out of the office and relax a little while they discussed business. Before long she found herself reaching up to knock on his door. She stopped herself, realizing this had been the entire point of the key. She let herself in, giving the door a little shove with her shoulder to pry it open. She immediately found Aaron's eyes. He was sitting on the couch with a drink but rose the moment she entered.

"Hey," she said, hoping she didn't sound too lame.

"Hey," he responded, hoping the same thing. "Drink?"

"God, please," she sighed happily, dropping her bag on to the floor. He fixed one for her quickly and handed it to her, their fingers briefly touching. She felt too aware of her every movement as she sipped it and he sat down beside her on the couch. She took a deep breath and spoke like it was a business meeting. "I've been thinking about a lot of things today and I've reached the conclusion that we talk later rather than now."

"And why's that?" He asked, entertained by how formal she was being.

"There's too much to figure out and I know we'll have to at some point but I don't want us to deal with it yet. I at least want tonight."

"Only tonight?" He tried to keep sadness out of his voice. SHe turned to look at him.

"That's not what I said. And...that's not what I want. I...I think I want more, even if that makes everything complicated."

He smiled, relieved. "Okay."

"But like I said, talk later." She downed the rest of her drink, set down the glass, and gathering all her courage leaned over quickly and pressed her lips to his. It all happened so fast that he stilled at first, shocked, but adjusted very quickly. He lightly smiled against her mouth and cupped the back of her head. He was kissing Emily Rhodes. And more than that, Emily Rhodes had been the one to initiate it. He wasn't willing to admit how many times he'd thought about this exact scenario, even since before TOm Kirkman had become president. Of course they hadn't known each other as well then, but he couldn't pretend that Secretary Kirkman's pretty Chief of Staff who liked to argue with him about basically everything hadn't caught his eye the minute she first barged into his office, only two weeks into Richmond's first term, saying "I'm sorry but are you an idiot?"

Before he knew it, Emily had readjusted, essentially pulling a 180 and straddling him without breaking the kiss. He groaned as she ground down on his crotch and felt her smirk. In retaliation, he broke away from her mouth, choosing instead to press light kisses on her neck, working his way down to her collarbone. He heard her gasp and paused a moment to suck on her pulse point, feeling it skyrocket. Grateful to know she was affected by him in the same way he was by her, he picked a spot on her neck to suck, her angling her head as he did so to give him better access. By the time he was done there was a large purple mark that would be nearly impossible to cover with any of the clothes she normally wore to work.

"Oops," he breathed, smiling proudly at his handiwork.

"Ass," she mumbled out before he met her mouth again, kissing her hard. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, and, without breaking apart, stood up, lifting her along with him. In turn she wrapping her legs around his waist. He slowly walked them into his bedroom, his hands now on her upper thighs. He gently lowered her down, giving her ass a firm squeeze before standing up and disappearing from her line of vision. She scoffed, mock-offended, at his behavior and propped herself up on her elbows to find him. He was walking back from his dresser, hands behind his back, a smirk plastered on his painfully attractive face and small beads of sweat forming, which loosened the gel from his naturally curly hair. God, he's sexy when he looks like that, she thought. Not that he's ever not sexy. Not willing to give him the satisfaction of letting him in on her thoughts, she eyed him suspiciously. "Whaddya have there?"

He frowned, pretending to pondering his answer. "Tonight was about trust, right?" And his face broke into an evil smirk as he held out...a pair of handcuffs.

"Woah, woah woah woah," Emily said, backing herself up the bed as he advanced upon her, looking what could only be described as predatory. She'd be lying if she said the idea didn't send a warm jolt to her lower stomach, but she wasn't going to come out and say that to him. It was always power-plays between the two of them. "You never said anything about that. Why do you even own those? On second thought, I definitely don't want to know."

"What could possibly show more trust than giving yourself up to me so completely?" he practically purred, crawling his way up her body. He could tell she was still apprehensive so when he reached her face he got serious. "It's only if you want to, Emily."

"No," she said quickly, unable to deny how excited the idea made her. "I want to. And I want you. And I want you to know I trust you." She reached her arms up to the headboard, smiling nervously in a way that aroused him more than anything else had that night. "Oh shit, wait," she said, straightening up and unzipping her own dress. Before he had time to appreciate her red lacy bra, she had removed that too. He raised an eyebrow as she leaned back down and extended her arms again. "Sorry, they're just really expensive and you wouldn't have been able to get them off without ripping them once the cuffs are on."

He fake pouted as he reached up to click the handcuffs into place. "I didn't even get to undress you."

"I think there'll be plenty of opportunities in the future," she whispered playfully.

"I'm holding you to that."

Changing the subject she said, "don't get me wrong, I still want this, but aren't we supposed to have a safeword or something?"

He paused and considered. "Seth?"

She laughed so hard, with Aaron eventually joining her, that it almost made them forget that she was naked except for a small pair of panties underneath him. It almost made them forget that everything about the nature of their relationship was about to be changed forever.

"Yes," she said, a tear of laughter running down her face. "The perfect safeword."

"We'll have to tell him someday," he chuckled.

"God, he'd be so uncomfortable. It's what he deserves, though, after all the annoying, knowing looks he's been giving us."

Aaron glanced down at her body, examining the position they now found themselves in. "But he was at least little bit right, huh?"

"I hate admitting tha-."

She had been so distracted with laughing and berating the press secretary that she hadn't noticed him lean down to suck lightly on the other side of her neck, causing her last word to fade out as her breath caught in her throat. Once again, she knew there'd be a purple mark left by the time he was done, but at least at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care.

Once he was satisfied with his work at her neck, he worked his way down to her collarbone and then her chest, mumbling, "you were saying?" She rolled her eyes but moaned, lost in the feel on his mouth and his hands drifting down her body. As he slowly raked his teeth against one of her nipples, his hands moved down her stomach, lower and lower. She writhed beneath him, partly because of desire and partly because of how ticklish it was. When she let a giggle escape her mouth, he looked up with an amused eyebrow cocked.

"Ticklish, Emily?"

"Of course not," she lied. He moved his fingers to her sides, very deliberately digging in in a way intended to make her laugh. Of course she did, gasping out, "Aaron, oh my-Aaron plea-aaaa-stop, oh my god, stop it, stop it!" He did stop, though he was still smiling as she lifted her head and huffed. "You're evil." He shrugged. "That whole 'trust' thing is feeling farther away, Shore," she berated teasingly.

"Apologies, Ms. Rhodes," he grinned, returning to bringing his hands lower and lower until his fingers found the edge of her panties, red and lace to match the bra. He looked up at her, asking an unspoken question. She nodded. Using one finger and his teeth, he slowly dragged the panties down her legs. Emily felt herself melt into the mattress, enraptured by her sinful coworker. He started to kiss and nip his way up her leg, starting at the ankle and working up to the thighs. It was then that she realized that he was still fully clothed while she was entirely naked and at his mercy. Certainly not a situation she even thought she'd find herself in.

"You seem pretty overdressed," she observed. "I could give you a hand with that, if you wanted to give me a hand." She tugged on her wrists, still chained to the bed.

He only laughed, leaning up and unbuttoning his shirt. "Not just yet, Em." Now only in his slacks, he bent down to continue his work, his mouth hovering over the apex of her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her clit and she took a very deep breath to calm herself. Slowly, aggravatingly slowly, he lowered down to ever-so-lightly lick circles around her clit, very occasionally sucking on the sensitive spot. She clutched bedpost that her arms were chained to, needing something to hold on to as he brought a finger, and then two, up to slowly work into her as his mouth continued in its ministrations.

"Aaron," she breathed. He hummed lightly. "Aaron, please." He started pumping his fingers in and out even faster at her request. She felt herself building, closer and closer and closer-

And then he was gone. She was gasping for air, and opened her eyes in a flash to figure out where he had gone, and why in god's name he had left her so fucking close to the edge. She saw him slowly unzipping and tugging off his slacks and boxers and rolling on a condom. With satisfaction she noticed that she was clearly affecting him as much as he affected her. "Fuck, I hate you."

He tutted softly, crawling back on top of her and reached up to her arms. "All talk."

"Shut up."

She felt the handcuffs shift and suddenly her arms were free from their restraints. She brought them down as Aaron began massaging her wrists lightly and gave him a confused look. "I thought it was supposed to be about trust?"

"I'm pretty satisfied with your demonstration of trust so far, but if you'd like to continue-"

"No," she said shortly and grinned evilly. "I'm good." In a flash, she had taken advantage of his relaxed state and pushed him to the side, flipping them over so she was on top of him. She was proud of herself for knocking over somebody so much larger than her, but to his credit, it really didn't seem like he was making any move to stop her.

They took a moment to adjust to their new position, his eyes and hands drifting over her body. "You're beautiful," he said with awe, not a hint of their teasing in his voice.

She felt her heart slow at his words, feeling more at-peace than she had in a long time. But now was not the time for peace, she thought as she positioned herself over him. She painfully slowly lowered her soaking center just onto his tip, causing him to groan in response. "Emily…"

She smiled and decided that they had both waited long enough — years, in fact. She slowly lowered herself down onto him, both of them unable to hold in a moan as she did so. Aaron grasped her hips as she began to raise herself up again and sink back down. He lifted his head as far as it could go and she bent down to meet his lips, feeling nothing but skin on skin and heat and sweat and the gentle caress of Aaron Shore's lips on her's. Both of them were already so close to begin with, it didn't take long for her to reach her climax, shouting out his name as she did so, which seemed to be the final thing to send Aaron over the edge as well. After riding it out, she crawled off of him and collapsed next to him, resting her head on his chest.

"Oh my god," she breathed.

"I'm flattered, but you know you can just call me Aaron."

She rolled her eyes. "Next time it's you in the cuffs."

"No, next time it's me on top."

Arguments and negotiations were a constant presence between the two white house operatives, even in post-cotial bliss.

He wrapped one arm around her body as she turned toward him fully, tangling her legs together with his.

"What do we do tomorrow?" she asked quietly after a few minutes of peaceful silence.

He made a small, non-committal noise. "You were the one who didn't want to talk about it yet, remember?"

"Oh, right."

He looked down to meet her eye. "But we will talk about it. I promise."

She nodded, smiling. "What time is your alarm?"

He glanced over. "Six. Is that enough time for you to get home and get changed?"

"Should be okay. By the way, just a heads up, even if I'm not walk-of-shaming into work Seth definitely knows something happened tonight."

"What?" he said, propping himself up. "Oh, jesus, Em, what did you say to him?"

"What did I say to him?" she raised her eyebrows, sitting up with him. "This is your fault. He said that before you left you said you were expecting company and he clearly had put together that it was me."

"I never said anything like that when I was leaving work."

"Then why did he-oh, he sucks." Aaron nodded in agreement and started to settle back into the bed. "He made that up so that he'd see how I'd react to it."

"It would seem so, but nothing you can do about it now so probably best to just go back to slee-"

"Oh, I'm gonna absolutely destroy him tomorrow, he's not gonna know what hit him-"

"Right, but he's the Press Secretary so no hurting anything that'll be visible on camera. Go to sleep, Em."

She huffed but settled back into his chest. She slept better than she had since she could remember.