Secrets of the West Wing

Chapter 3 - Athena's Imprint

April 2025 - Emily's POV

I woke up, like every other morning, annoyed at my alarm tone.  Jesus I was not a morning person.  I shut it off and stared up at the ceiling.  I blew out a long breath willing myself to get up to face yet another torturous day of staring at y/n.  I indulged myself two minutes of daydreaming.  She was so competent, so regal, so sexy.  She was beautiful to distraction.  I couldn't help but mentally drool at yesterday's dress choice.  Tight, black, belted at her waist.   And those heels she always complained about but I loved.

My mind took a turn to what those heels would look like on her feet pointed straight up in the air while y/n laid flat on her back...OK two minutes are definitely up.  I can't be starting my day aching for someone I'm supposed to be cold and detached towards.  I blew out another breath.   Asking for a re-assignment was always lingering in the back of my mind.  But her visceral response to me leaving kept me from asking.  If I really loved her, I'd care more for her safety than being near her.  Pardon me?   Love?   When did that happen?

Who was I kidding?   I knew exactly when that happened.   It was one of our cherished weekend evenings where y/n drank way too much wine and giggled incessantly at everything I said.   She waltzed in the residence in a body con emerald dress and suit jacket, and I thanked whatever creator was out there for delivering me such an angel.   Not even caring about the boundaries we previously set, she flopped on the couch, scooted, and draped her legs over my lap.  Following her lead, I allowed myself one touch of her legs.  How could I resist when they looked so soft?   But my self-control did not allow just one touch.  The energy between us sparked to life as soon as our skin made contact, as it always did.   I couldn't get enough, so my hand rested on her legs all night.  And I fell in love.

I was addicted to her.  Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyelashes fluttered at me when I flustered her, the way she bit her lip when I made her nervous.   It was my favorite game.  But it was the most dangerous game I'd ever played.   Far more dangerous than anything I'd done for Interpol.  Every flirtatious smile and wink directed towards her put her in danger.  And I loathed myself every single day.

I sighed again.  My two minutes had turned into ten.  My self-loathing like a bucket of ice water.   She could never be with me, love me, if she really knew me.  I couldn't let myself get any closer.   I would taint every good part of her.  And there were so many good parts of her...

God damn it, Emily, please get it together.

I grabbed my phone to check our SS chat for any updates from the night.  Agent Green sent a video with a message saying, "Anyone know Athena could do this?"  Odd.  I clicked play and stopped breathing.  She was absolutely breathtaking.  Throwing her head back in pure happiness, the light haloing her as if even Green's phone knew how holy she was.   And no, I did not know she could play like that.

Anger bloomed in my chest from so many sources it left my head spinning.  I felt my face grow hot and my fist clinched.  I knew for a fact that room hadn't been properly swept last night.  And that area of the White House was open to the public during the day.  It was incredibly reckless for her to be there.  Because knowing her, I was certain she didn't tell anyone she was going.   And then more confusingly, anger towards Agent Green.   Why should he get to see her like that?   So casual in her tiny, sinful shorts so completely carefree and uninhibited?  She was mine to see like that.

Fuck.  I had never been a jealous person.  Never caring for anyone enough to make the emotional drain seem worth it.  Jury was still out whether the emotional drain now was worth it.   My anger cooled somewhat at the thought that of course y/n/n was worth it.  She was worth everything.