The Bodyguard (GxG)

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Emily's feelings for Mia had only grown stronger since their conversation. The more Mia tried to keep things professional, the more Emily felt compelled to break through that wall. She couldn't accept Mia's rejection, not when she knew there was something more between them, even if Mia wasn't ready to admit it.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, Emily decided she needed to let loose, and she wanted Mia to join her. They were at one of Emily's favorite clubs, a place where she could forget her worries and just be herself. But this time, she had a different agenda.

"Come on, Mia," Emily coaxed, holding out a shot glass. "Just one drink. You've had a rough day too."

Mia hesitated, knowing she should decline. But the weariness of her responsibilities and Emily's insistence made it hard to say no. "Just one," she agreed, taking the glass from Emily's hand.

One shot turned into two, then three. Before long, Mia found herself loosening up in a way she hadn't in a long time. Emily kept the drinks coming, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and something deeper. As the night wore on, the line between professional boundaries and personal feelings began to blur.

The music pulsed through the club, a hypnotic beat that seemed to sync with the thrum of Mia's heart. Emily was close—too close. She leaned in, whispering something into Mia's ear that was lost in the noise, but the warmth of her breath sent a shiver down Mia's spine.

"You know, you're way too serious all the time," Emily teased, her hand brushing against Mia's arm. "You need to relax."

Mia's defenses were down, the alcohol dulling her usual caution. She managed a half-hearted protest, but Emily's proximity, her touch, was doing things to her that she wasn't prepared for.

Then, without warning, Emily closed the gap between them. Her lips met Mia's, soft yet insistent, and Mia found herself kissing her back. The world around them seemed to melt away—there was only the two of them, locked in a kiss that was both passionate and desperate. It was everything Emily had wanted, and in that moment, Mia couldn't bring herself to pull away.

They stumbled into a corner of the club, where the shadows provided a semblance of privacy. Emily pressed Mia against the wall, her hands roaming freely as she deepened the kiss. Mia, caught up in the moment, responded with an intensity that surprised even herself.

But as quickly as it started, something in Mia's mind clicked—this wasn't right. This wasn't her. She broke the kiss, her breath ragged, and pushed Emily back gently but firmly.

"Emily, we can't," Mia said, her voice thick with the haze of alcohol but laced with regret. "This isn't okay."

Emily looked hurt, her face a mix of frustration and longing. "Why not? You kissed me back, Mia. I know you feel something."

Mia shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her mind. "I'm drunk, and so are you. This isn't the way to figure things out."

Emily stared at her, the rejection stinging more than she expected. "So what? We'll pretend this never happened?"

Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair. "We'll talk about it tomorrow when we're both sober. But right now, we need to go home."

Emily didn't argue, though her expression was one of disappointment. They left the club together, the tension between them palpable. As they walked out into the cool night air, Mia couldn't shake the feeling that things had just gotten even more complicated.

The kiss had stirred up emotions she wasn't ready to confront, and now she had to face the consequences. Emily had crossed a line, but Mia knew she hadn't exactly stopped her. Tomorrow, they would have to deal with the fallout—and Mia wasn't sure if their relationship, professional or otherwise, would survive it.