Taking Charge
Green eyes squinted in annoyance as the sound of slurred words and high pitched whining assaulted her ears. Lexa tried to ignore it, but the usually stoic bodyguard felt her jaw tense as her charge, the inebriated twenty-something, squealed half-incoherent nonsense from the back seat of the SUV. Lexa adjusted the rear view mirror so that she could more adequately keep an eye on what was no doubt some pretty little spoiled Daddy’s girl. She was not getting paid enough for this job, and she intended to tell the man who hired her just that as soon as they were back on American soil.
As the airport came into view, she pulled out her burner phone and fired off a pre-set text message:
Target obtained.
Not thirty seconds later, the personal cell phone of the young woman in the backseat started to ring. The melodic tone of an older Katy Perry song filled the cab of the vehicle, subsequently causing Lexa to roll her eyes as if out of habit. The ever attentive bodyguard couldn’t make out the entirety of the conversation, but from the half she could overhear, she knew it was the man that had hired her. Jake Griffin; renowned aerospace engineer and wealthy entrepreneur.
Whatever words he had imparted to his daughter, Clarke, effectively sobered her up. Concerned blue eyes stared down at the phone in her hand quietly. Actually, it was the first quiet thing she’d managed since Lexa had plucked the woman from the seaside resort in Ibiza. The bodyguard had found her sunbathing, drink in hand, on the beach earlier in the day. It had been quite the chore to convince Clarke to forgo the tiny black bikini she was sporting, for something more appropriate for travel.
Lexa found it unnerving to go from incessant chatter to complete silence in an instant, so she cleared her throat quietly, just enough to gain Clarke’s attention, and her green eyes met blue in the rear view mirror. “Everything okay, ma’am?” The blonde huffed out a cursory laugh and rolled her eyes, “You already know the answer to that. That’s why you’re here.”
The bodyguard raised her eyebrows as her lips twisted into a half smile, “You make a good point.” Clarke stared at Lexa’s reflection in the rear view mirror, “How much do you know?” Lexa all but shrugged, “Not much. Just that one of your father’s satellite designs has peaked some international interest of the negative sort, and I have been hired to get you home safely.” Clarke crossed her arms tightly across her torso and slumped down into the seat.
As they entered the airport, Lexa kept her hand on the small of Clarke’s back, guiding her through the crowds and keeping her close. She scanned the faces of the strangers they passed, and searched for anything that stood out as odd or out of place. The pair made it to their gate without incident and proceeded to check in at the desk. The airline attendant handed Lexa their boarding passes, “I see your seats have been upgraded to first class Mrs. Woods.” Finally a perk from this job.
She turned around to share the good news with Clarke, but only found an abandoned suitcase behind her. “Fucking hell!” The brunette grabbed the suitcase handle and started dragging it beside her as she scrutinized her surroundings. The terminal seating showed no evidence of her charge, so she headed away from their gate towards the nearest crowd of people; the airport cafe. Green eyes flitted across the throng of hungry travelers, until Lexa finally let a sigh of relief escape her burning lungs. She’d spotted Clarke’s unmistakable golden locks over by the bakery stand.
Lexa quickly maneuvered her way over to the blonde and firmly grasped her arm. The bodyguard began to escort Clarke expeditiously away from the cafe area in the direction of their gate. “Geez lady! Calm down, I got something for you too!” Clarke’s pretty pink lips curled into a dubious smile, and Lexa saw red. She all but kicked the nearby single stall bathroom door open and drug Clarke inside. The bodyguard secured the lock on the door before verbally laying into her charge. “Is this a fucking game to you? It’s my job to keep you safe!” Clarke looked as though she were trying to stifle a laugh, as she pressed her lips together into a thin line.
Clarke nervously fiddled with the top button of her blouse with one hand, as she sheepishly replied “I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted a little snack.” Lexa pinched the bridge of her nose as she paced the small bathroom for a moment. The blonde was frustrating her in more ways than one. When she looked up again, Clarke’s pouty bottom lip was caught between her teeth. She took the paper bag with two chocolate croissants from the blonde and set them aside on the nearby sink counter.
Lexa backed Clarke up into the cool subway-tiled wall and then pinned her wrists above her head in one swift motion. Clarke gasped in surprise, but her face didn’t show it. Lexa invaded her personal space, lips dangerously close to those of her charge’s, noses nearly brushing. The brunette hovered there for a moment, before breathy words escaped her mouth. “Next time you want a snack, Clarke, let me know and I’ll be happy to give you something to eat.”
Half-lidded blue eyes, a shade darker than normal, stared directly at Lexa’s crimson lips. Clarke craned her neck forward in an effort to capture them, but Lexa retreated just far enough that the Clarke couldn’t taste her…yet. Lexa ghosted her breath along the column of Clarke’s neck to the shell of her ear, before selfishly nibbling the soft lobe. Clarke’s hips rocked up into the bodyguard’s in response, and dueling moans reverberated off the bathroom walls.
The bodyguard pressed firmly against her charge’s body, relishing the feeling of softness and heat beneath her. When Clarke made another attempt to attach their mouths, Lexa gave in and savored the taste of her. Lips vied for desperate angles, teeth clashed, and tongues eagerly begged for and were granted entrance. Clarke’s hands gripped firm ass cheeks, while Lexa’s cupped full breasts. As the bathroom mirror began to fog, and the sounds emanating from the pair grew in desperation, fingers found their way to Lexa’s bluejeans button and under Clarke’s skirt.
Lexa slid her fingers into Clarke’s warm silk, gathering the wetness there, and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves between her folds. The blonde reflexively bit down on Lexa’s shoulder, stifling a moan that would have otherwise been loud enough to alert any passerby. Clarke then sought her sweet revenge by teasing her bodyguard’s entrance with two fingers, before slowly pushing herself into Lexa’s heat. With their joint undoing imminent, the women lost themselves in panting breaths and swallowed sounds of pleasure.
Bodyguard and charge emerged from the bathroom just in time to hear the last call to board their flight. They arrived to the gate both slightly disheveled and out of breath. As they walked down the boarding ramp towards the plane, Lexa reached down to take Clarke’s hand in her own. “Oh, our seats were upgraded to first class, by the way.” A satisfied Clarke smiled in her direction, “My father?” Lexa offered a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, “I would assume so. He’s bankrolling this whole endeavor.”
The pair found their first class seats; Lexa hefting the surprisingly heavy carry-on into one of the overhead bins, before taking the aisle seat next to her now very pliant charge. As they were the last to board, they didn’t have to wait long before the plane started to taxi down the runway. Before putting her phone in airplane mode, the bodyguard quickly sent off a text:
Transport in process. ETA ~11 hours.
Once in air, the flight attendant offered them both a complimentary glass of champagne. As they looked out the window, sunset painting the water below in pinks and oranges, Clarke turned towards Lexa and asked, “What shall we toast too?” The answer came in the form a text message to Clarke’s phone. “You’re supposed to turn that off, Clarke.” A sarcastic “tsk” emanated from Clarke’s pouty lips, before she turned the phone screen around so Lexa could read it:
I hope you two had a wonderful honeymoon! Tell Lexa ‘thanks’ for all the updates. See you soon, kiddos. <3 Dad
“I can drink that!” Lexa giggled out in response. Clarke clinked her glass to Lexa’s before they both took a drink. Clarke lifted the armrest between them and scooted closer to her wife, “This was fun babe, we should do it again for our anniversary.” Lexa waggled her eyebrows in Clarke’s direction as she took another drink of champagne and responded, “The trip or the role play?” Clarke snuggled in closer, “Both.” Lexa smiled and reached out to clink their glasses together once more, “I can drink to that too.”