Blair brought her right hand upward, pressing her thumb against the ring of muscle encircling Cam's ass. She did not enter, but stroked over the slick tissues.


Cam pressed her head back against the pillows, gritting her teeth, wanting the pleasure to continue, not knowing if it she could bear it. "You're killing me, I swear to god --"


Blair smiled, flicking her tongue over the base of Cam's clitoris. "Oh, I doubt you'll go that easily, Commander," she whispered throatily. She was rewarded with a faint sob.


Taking her time, Blair traced the very edges of the swollen tissues with her tongue, sliding inside at the same time. Cam's muscles contracted violently around Blair's fingers, her clitoris lengthening and became harder still.


"Do it, please, do it, do it --" Cam pleaded desperately.


As much as she wanted to savor every instant of Cam's desire, Blair was starting to lose control herself. She had wanted this for so long, and the reality was so much more than she had imagined, her head was pounding and her thighs clenched and unclenched involuntarily. When she took Cam between her lips, she could feel an answering surge in her own clitoris. She never came without direct stimulation, but she realized that she was very nearly there just from touching Cameron. She squeezed her eyes tightly and tried to focus on Cam's rhythm.


Suddenly Cameron twisted on the bed, shifting so that she lay beside Blair, her face close to Blair's belly. Seamlessly, they moved to echo each other's caresses, lips and hands calling and answering as instinctively as their two hearts beat in synchrony. Cam was already too close, and started to come almost as soon as Blair began licking her in long steady strokes. Cam moaned, her lips encircling Blair's clitoris, sucking as her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clasped Blair's buttocks, pulling Blair even harder against her face, trying to maintain contact as her body bucked and surged with the explosion between her legs. Distantly, she heard Blair whimper, and knew that Blair had been caught on the crest of their twin passions.


**********


When they awoke again, it was late morning


"I'm surprised Mac hasn't found you yet," Cameron remarked lazily.


"He's not as good as you are," Blair said quietly.


"You should probably call them."


"Why? Stark knew I left with you," Blair observed.


"I know. But they may not know that you'restill with me, and there's no need to cause a panic."


Blair thought about it for a minute, then padded into the other room and made the call. While she was there, she called room service as well and ordered a late breakfast for them both. She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, observing Cameron propped up on the pillows, a sheet drawn up to her waist. She caught her breath, amazed at how much she wanted her.


"How long are you here for?" Blair asked, trying to appear nonchalant.


"Officially? Another four days. I have a new assignment and I'm supposed to report back to Washington for it."


Blair tried to hide her disappointment.What did you expect?


Cameron watched her carefully, finding her expression impossible to read. "Unofficially, I'm supposed to be here observing you."


Blair laughed, but there was an edge to her tone when she said, "Well, your methods are certainly unorthodox."


"I told them I wouldn't do it," Cam clarified.


Blair said on the edge of the bed, her hand resting possessively on Cam's thigh. "Why not?"


Cam lifted Blair's hand to her lips, and kissed each fingertip. "Because Mac is a good man, and I know he can do the job." She turned Blair's hand over, and pressed her lips to Blair's palm. "And because I respect you, and I know how little privacy you have left."


"But you came to the bar last night," Blair observed quietly.


Cam nodded, reaching for Blair and pulling her into her arms. "That wasn't business. That was personal."


Blair closer her eyes, fearful of how much she wanted to hear these words. "How personal?"


Cam's embrace tightened, and she rested her cheek against the top of Blair's head. Her voice was husky as she answered quietly, "As personal as it gets."







Chapter Twenty-Three




After breakfast, they showered and dressed, Blair wearing clothes she borrowed from Cam.


"What happens next?" Blair asked, surprisingly uncertain.


Cam thought of a number of replies, but decided with a sigh that only the truth would do. She met Blair's questioning gaze squarely. "In a few days, I'll be back in Washington. You'll still be the daughter of the President of the United States. I'm not sure we have much to say about what happens next."


She held up a hand as Blair began to protest. "I want to see you again. But unless I'm assigned to your security detail, any relationship between us will be obvious, and suspect."


"I don't want you on my detail," Blair said with finality.


Cam leaned back against the door jam, hands in her pockets, studying Blair calmly. "Yes, you made that quite clear. But it does provide good cover."


Blair's eyes blazed. "Cover!? So I am supposed to put your life in danger so that no one will know I'm a lesbian?"


Cam's brows arched in surprise. "Put my life in danger? That was a one in a million occurrence!"


"Oh sure! Has it occurred to you that he's still out there? If not him, someone else?"


Cam shrugged. "You can't let something like that dictate your actions. You simply need to be cautious, and have good people around you."


"Good people --yes. But not you. I have no intention of letting you protect me at the risk of your own safety."


"That's what I do, Blair," Cam insisted gently.


"Not for me," Blair said, pushing the memory of Cam's bloodied body lying on the sidewalk from her mind. In a softer tone, she repeated, "Not for me."


Cam didn't miss the pain flaring in Blair's eyes. She now knew that Blair had spent those first tenuous hours in the hospital waiting by her side. Cam went to her quickly and encircled Blair in her arms. "Hey, it's over. I'm fine."


Blair kissed her firmly, a mixture of passion and relief. "And I prefer you stay that way."


Cam leaned back, a soft smile on her lips. "Then it appears we have a problem, Ms. Powell. If I can't guard you, what excuse do I have to be with you?"


Blair took a deep breath, and then took the biggest risk she had ever taken. "How about because you love me?"


Cam stood very still, her hands resting on Blair's waist. She thought of her career, she thought of Blair's reputation, she thought of the President's public image. She kissed Blair gently on the forehead, and whispered, "Well, thereis that."


Blair released the breath she had been holding, and rested her cheek against Cam's shoulder. "Since the feeling is mutual, I'd say we have a plan, Commander."


Cam laughed, her heart soaring. "The fact that we agree is downright scary," she murmured.


Blair bit her just hard enough to make her jump. "I don't want you to get used to it."


Cam pulled Blair back toward the bed. "Oh, I might - in a century or so."


The End