Warnings: sexual themes/innuendo (18+); cursing
September 2025
I woke up, nerves settling in the second I remembered what I'd done last night. I was just waiting for Emily to somehow sense I was awake and come in to chew me out. But she didn't. At first I considered that perhaps she didn't know yet, but quickly dismissed the thought as wishful thinking.
I spent all morning on edge. I was shocked she wasn't waiting for me first thing when I got to the Oval. I slowly nudged the door open inch by inch, hoping if I spotted her, I could just run away and put this off as long as possible. Each time the door opened, my heart skipped a beat, anxiety leaping into my throat. But it was just Reid brining me a file briefing me on what was happening in Georgia.
Around 10:00, the door burst open, no polite knock. "Are you out of your mind?" Emily demanded, barging into the Oval Office, slamming the door behind her.
Without evening looking up from my file, I responded, "Good morning to you, too, Agent Prentiss." The time of reckoning was now.
"I mean have you utterly lost it?" Emily bulldozed.
I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat. She was absolutely magnificent in her anger - never mind that it was currently directed towards me. It also didn't hurt that she was wearing my favorite suit. I subtly looked her up and down. I sighed. "What do you want me to do Emily? It's not like I left the White House."
She moved towards my desk, resting her hands on the edge, leaning towards me. "I want you to tell the agents on duty that you're leaving the residence, and more importantly not shake them when they follow you! Especially because you DID leave. How could you be so reckless? Agent Green reported you meandered around, unprotected, in the gardens for over an hour."
"Agent Green should mind his own business," I muttered under my breath. I looked down, now realizing the severity of the situation. "I couldn't sleep. I just needed to clear my mind."
"And you couldn't do that with your detail?" she asked with raised eyebrow.
I whispered, "I never get to be alone anymore."
She exhaled, finally understanding. "How did you even shake them?"
I coyly looked up at her. With a glint in my eye, "I can't reveal all my secrets, Agent Prentiss." I winked. I was rewarded with her ten-thousand-watt smile: the very one that coiled my stomach. Neither of us dared break eye contact, fearing it would break our connection. Never once did the impact of her smile lessen; it never failed to set me aflame. It was especially potent this morning since it had been nine weeks since I'd seen it. Its intensity zapped me as if I were seeing it for the first time.
She leaned forward even further, nearly halfway over my desk. "Y/n...don't. push. me." My stomach tightened at the drop in her voice. Involuntarily, my eyes fell to the gap between her shirt and her flushed chest. I was always itching to get her voice to drop like that and her eyes to rake over me as they were now. If I could only get her to lose control. All control. Not just partially like she did the night of David's birthday party. But the heat in her eyes confused me. Hadn't she just rejected me again last night?
"Madam President," Penelope interrupted, "You're needed in the Roosevelt Room." Emily snapped her back up straight. I grimaced; my time with Emily was never enough. I was eternally perturbed by the interruptions to our time alone, our constant need to remain professional. Especially when someone interrupted her looking at me like that.
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Secrets of the West Wing
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