Bodyguard (SilverRose and Terken)

Elizabeth shot him a nasty look, giving him the silent treatment as she rushed towards the bathroom to shower. As soon as she got passed the door, she quickly locked it, making sure he couldn't get inside. She looked around, wondering if it as true that she couldn't get out through her bathroom, only to realize she was on the second floor. It had been hard enough to try and get out from the first floor, the second floor she was certain to kill herself.

"Agh! who does this asshole think he is?" she groaned, before catching her image in the mirror. "ahhh! I look horrible!" she complained, noting that her clothes were wrinkled and dirty, and her hair was a complete mess. "well, if he's going to be with me every second of the day, I might as well make him wait." she smirked wickedly at herself in the mirror, quickly stripping down to nothing as she ran a warm bath for herself.
 
Jason had figured she might take her time. Maybe to spite him. Maybe because she needed the extra time because of what she'd been through. And maybe because she was just the sort of person to take her time. Whatever the reason, it was nothing to him. Frankly the longer she spent in this bathroom the safer she was.

He used his blackberry to do a bit of research and go over some notes he had made while she ran her bath. As he did so, a thought occurred to him.

"Miss Gray," he said, knocking on the door. "Are you planning on going to Chatteray's any time this week?" The establishment in question was a well-known club. There was nothing in Jason's voice to indicate disapproval, or even impatience.
 
Elizabeth had relaxed into the hot bath water. Her muscles, made tense by the current situation she now found herself in, felt like they were melting from the warmth. It was great. So great she had forgotten about the man on the other side of the door and how annoyed she was with him and her father. That is, until he knocked and called to her, disturbing her peace. When he asked her if she would be going to the club, she had been tempted to tell him they would be going tonight, thinking he had asked because he wanted to tell her she couldn't go, but then she thought better about it. She was really enjoying her bath, and it annoyed her he had disturbed her, and worse, it didn't seem to bother him in the least that she had been taking her time, much to her displeasure since she had wanted to irritate him a little. In the end, she decided just to ignore him, hoping that would at least annoy him a little.
 
"Miss Gray? Miss Gray?"

He had knocked and asked for her a couple of times by now. Jason made some quick calculations. It could be she was deliberately giving him the silent treatment. Spoiled clients often acted spitefully that way, and this one had quite an attitude on her. On the other hand, she might have overheated, or slipped in the bath, or might otherwise be in pain. Unlikely, but best not to take the risk.

After knocking a third time he didn't hesitate. With one quick lunge he busted the door down, breaking the handle in the process. He was rewarded with a rather exquisite vision of Elizabeth naked in the bath. Jason couldn't help but grin again.

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss Gray," he said, doing his best to keep his eyes on hers. "But when you don't answer me I have to make sure you're all right. That means intruding a bit on your private space. Good to see you're not dead or hurt."

He tried to suppress his grin and awaited her inevitable verbal barrage.
 
Elizabeth's eyes went wide. She was frozen in shock, as her new bodyguard barged into her bathroom. But it didn't last long. Once she recovered from her shock, she reached for the shampoo bottle behind her, and threw it at him. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" she shouted, as she grabbed for anything else around her she could lunge at him. "PERVERT! GET THE FUCK OUT YOU ASSHOLE!" she shouted over and over, throwing her conditioner, body wash, anything she could get her hands on as she stood up in the tub and tried to get to her towel on the other side of the bathroom, to cover herself. But as she stepped onto the tiled floor, the water dripping off of her naked body got under her feet and she slipped, falling forward.
 
Dodging what she threw at him didn't take great skill. Jason had been in a few scrapes--part of his trade really--and she'd have a hard time hurting him no matter how hard she tried. What did take some skill was lunging forward to catch her before she hit the bathroom floor with her chin.

Jason grunted as he went down to his knees, catching her naked form across his lap, one arm wrapped across her back. "You're okay," he said, then chuckled, more in relief than anything else. "Next time get in close and try to kick me or something."

He pulled her to her feet and quickly draped a towel over her. Jason held her close, amusement in his eyes. He had a beautiful, nude, wealthy heiress in his arms. It was pity he couldn't stop from time to time to sample the fruit. Without loosening his iron grip he addressed her again.

"You okay? Or do you want to yell at me some more?"
 
Blushing, because even she couldn't help feel embarrassed at having a man walk in on her, and touch her, Elizabeth turned away to hide her face. "Get. the. fuck. out." she seethingly ordered, pointing to the door as she continued to face away, holding her towel tightly around her naked body.

As she waited for him to leave, a thought occurred to him. Why hadn't he reacted to her body? It wasn't like she wanted him too, but it was an insult to have him walk in on her naked and not be in the lease bit flustered. What was up with this guy? Even if he wasn't attracted to younger girls, she worked hard on her toned and tight body. Elizabeth was proud of her body, most men drooled over her, and yet this guy didn't even bat an eye when he saw her completely in the nude? This was unforgivable!
 
Jason recognized the anger. Perhaps a bit of embarrassment mixed in, mortification, you name it. He felt a stab of pity, actually, but kept his face as deadpan as he could. She might be spoiled, but part of this situation was none of her fault. And it wasn't his job to judge her, just keep her safe.

"Take your time, Miss Grey," he said softly before turning about. He did give her body a quick glance as he exited. After all, you didn't want to miss out on the scenery if you could help it.

Once outside the bathroom he composed himself. In his line of work you got used to all sorts of things, including naked, attractive clients. Or did you....? Jason put that out of his mind, focusing instead on researching various topics through his blackberry. They would be thrown together quite often, he'd best get used to an attractive, if less than pleasant, ward.

As he worked he hummed to himself softly. In part to let her know he was still out there, waiting on her.
 
In the bathroom, Elizabeth was literally seething, wondering what was wrong with her that he didn't find her attractive? Her previous guards usually ogled her body just as much as any other male who came across her. Having a number of gay friends, she was pretty good at spotting them, and she could tell Jason wasn't one, so then what else? He just didn't find her attractive? It unnerved her to think that that may be the case.

"Well I'll show him!" she huffed, quickly drying herself off before slipping into a robe and stepping out into her room. Ignoring Jason, but trying to walk as seductively as she could, Elizabeth made her way towards the closet to pick out something to wear to go shopping in.

His earlier question about whether she'd be going to Chatteray gave Elizabeth a good idea. She'd definitely go, but she wasn't going to tell him so right away. First, she needed something to wear to be seen in at said nightclub, which of course meant shopping!

"This will do." Elizabeth said to herself as she pulled out a short pink skirt that showed off her toned long legs, and a classy white buttoned blouse that flattered her figure, but still left a little to the imagination. That's how she normally liked to dress. Sexy, but not sleazy. Always balancing out a short bottom with a more conservative top, or a longer bottom for a low-cut top. Gathering her nerve, to go through her the plan she'd worked out in the bathroom, Elizabeth stripped down in front of him, still facing away from him.

Her plan was to make him uncomfortable, showing him that being next to her 24/7, as he seemed to be planning on doing from then on, would not be as easy as he imagined it would be. True, he had already seen her naked and had not reacted to it, which still very much angered her, but that was different. Then, it had been an accident, and she had not been in control. She hadn't been her usual confident self. Confidence made a huge difference, it could change a persons appearance entirely, and radiate a glow of sexiness that an accidental naked shot would not. Of course, Elizabeth didn't feel particularly overly confident at the moment, since he had pretty much indicated he didn't find her attractive the first time he'd seen her naked, but she could fake it. Walking over to her dresser in a few feet in front of him, she looked through the top drawer, pulling out panties and thongs and tossing them onto her bed where she'd put her blouse and skirt, looking through them and her bras to see what she would wear. After rifling through them for a while, ignoring Jason the whole time, she eventually chose a white thong and matching bra. She quickly put them on, then proceeded to rub moisturizer onto her body, taking her time as she wasn't in much of a hurry to end this. The whole time, she could feel his eyes on her, but she wasn't sure if it was merely because he was watching her as her guard, or looking at her body like a man.

Not knowing frustrated her greatly.

"..." Gritting her teeth, she tried to relax before turning back to face Jason. "Get my back!" Elizabeth ordered, holding the bottle of moisturizer up to him as she sat on her bed waiting for him to react.
 
Jason drew in a few breaths when Elizabeth began dressing right in front of him. He did become aroused, but he quickly put it out of his mind. This, along with all sorts of other bullcrap, was sometimes part of the job.

He did hesitate about moisturizing her back. He felt fairly certain she was playing him, trying to use her attractiveness to get her way. On the other hand, if he fought her on everything that could be very dangerous too. He need some degree of cooperation.

"If I'm going to do this, you come here," he said, pulling on her arm to guide her towards a wall. He sat her down on the floor, in a spot where could cover all the entrances. He took his ankle weapon out and laid it on a footstool next to her. Only then did he sit behind her and begin moisturizing her back with his off hand.

It wasn't ideal, but Jason was a pretty fast draw with a weapon at that level.
 
As he pulled her away from the bed to face the wall, Elizabeth wondered what was going on. She was a little nervous about it, but she tired not to show it. Eventually she realized it was obviously a tactic to protect her. "We're on the second floor, in a heavily guarded house," she began, trying to sound like her usual confident self, but her voice was a little shaky as she felt his hands smoothly rub her naked flesh. "Do ... do you really expect someone to break in here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady and stern. "You saw the security when you came in. My father has this place very well protected. You don't have to be on guard 24/7 when we're inside the house."
 
For the first time Jason heard genuine nervousness in her voice. Poor kid. Every now and then he had to remind himself that not everyone was used to that kind of life. His voice softened, but just slightly.

"When I'm around you, I'm on guard 24/7," he said, continuing to rub moisturizer into her back. "Unless I'm asleep or dead, I'm on guard around you. It's the job."

He applied some moisturizer to the lower part of her back, and mostly succeeded in ignoring the curve of her rump made very visible by her thong. "Your dad's security isn't bad," he added. He squirmed a bit, trying fight down his hardness. "But I'm not paid to take chances. And I always do the job I'm paid to do."

He decided to treat himself to rubbing the lotion into her shoulders as well. Then he stood up. "Done," he said simply. He actually was aroused--did sympathy bring that on?-- but he didn't give a damn if she noticed. He replaced his ankle piece while keeping his eyes on her. "So, where are we off to, Miss Grey?"
 
"Whatever!" Elizabeth brushed him off, trying to regain a little of her composure again as she walked back over to the bed and finished dressing herself. Quickly after, she did her hair and make up, minimal and simple as always, then grabbed her purse and made her way out to the car that was outside, always ready at her beckon call.

The car, with it's personal driver, then took her to the boutiques she often frequented. Elizabeth wasn't exactly a mall shopper. She could afford better, which she took great pleasure in doing.

For hours, she and Jason walked up and down the streets, buying armloads of clothing and shoes and make up and whatever else caught her interest. She made him carry everything of course. And rarely spoke to him, except to order him around or curse at him over something or other. By the end of the day, Elizabeth was exhausted, but she still had lots of plans.

They returned to the house, where she ate dinner with her father, while Jason ate in the kitchen. Elizabeth played nice, telling her father she'd been very good, having to put up with this man who she didn't particularly like. Her father praised her and told her he'd let her go anywhere she wanted on vacation the following week, since she did have it off from school. Elizabeth had been hoping for that. Hawaii sounded nice, but of course shopping in Paris was also of interest to her. She would really have to think about it.

After their meal, Elizabeth went back up to her room, took another calming bubble bath. No interruptions this time, and then walked out again, repeating her earlier routine of flaunting her body in front of the stiff, asexual --at least in her mind-- bodyguard, then dressed up to party. She had on a slinky black dress that both draped off and clung to her every curve. After putting on a little more make-up this time, she proceeded down the stairs, Jason in-tow, and got into her car, heading towards Chatteray where she planned to dance the night away with as many hot guys as she could find.


(I deleted the last one because I wasn't particularly happy with it, plus it seemed like the story so far was moving a bit too slow... I'm much happier with this one XD)
 
OOC: Heh. Okay.

When she began to ignore him, the job became easy.

He could focus on chokepoints, on danger areas, on crowd control when appropriate. Throughout the afternoon Jason ignored the orders that didn't make sense-- like him carrying bags for her-- and took stock of the other staff. He had one security employee tail them; he was really just a rent-a-cop, but a solid enough guy for all that.

Jason soon found himself slipping into a routine, and putting any thoughts of attraction out of his head. The bad news was, she obviously liked being out a lot. The good news was, she liked very public places, which would put more pressure on the Hartovs if they meant to get to her.

So he found himself settling in. Her flaunting her body was only semi-distracting. He instead found himself worried about Chatteray's, and it showed on his face. He spoke sparingly to Elizabeth and he arranged some things with the security employee.
 
They arrived at Chatteray around midnight. The club was pretty much packed at that time. Elizabeth, of course, had no trouble getting in. She bypassed the line, as usual, and breezed passed the burly bouncers and into the club, straight for the VIP section. Once there, despite still being under age, she ordered a few drinks and proceeded to chat with some of the guys who came up to her. A few of them asked her to dance, to which she only accepted the invites of the more attractive muscular men. She drank and danced for hours, fun and carefree at first, until the drinks began getting to her and then it was more of bumping and grinding and lots of touching. At one point she was dancing with two guys at once, both of them grinding themselves into her. Though sober she probably wouldn't have acted as trashy, Elizabeth loved the attention. It was perhaps due in part to the fact that she'd grown up without much attention, just servants to tend to her needs. The same reason she loved being in crowded areas.
 
For the first time, Jason felt a real twinge of jealousy as the guys threw themselves at her. He tried to focus on the crowd but still couldn't rid himself of it.

But was he attracted to her? Or was it just that the guys grinding with her were free to do as they wished. Best not to confuse what he might want with who he might want.

He did another sweep of the crowd-- and then his blood froze. Very deliberately he spoke into his mini-mike to the other security employee: "Dark blazer, four o'clock from you. Looks like he's packing. Move in front."

But the other guard was hampered by a sudden surge in the crowd. Jason let out small curse and began pushing his way towards Elizabeth, throwing bodies aside. There were cries of protest as Mr. Dark Blazer reached in for a cross-draw, ten feet away from Jason's ward...
 
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was completely unaware of what was going on as she continued to dance with the two hot guys that were grinding themselves against her. She could feel their arousal, and it was getting her very excited. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jason pushing through the crowd towards her, but didn't much pay attention to him. Instead she turned away and pretended that she didn't know him. Elizabeth certainly didn't want to get associated with the man who was throwing other people around, but more importantly she did not want to ruin her good mood.
 
"Gun!"

Jason waited until he actually saw the piece before yelling out. The guy was probably a Hartov thug. But he might also have been a reporter, or even a club employee. When he saw the cross-draw Jason went right for the assailant, slamming into his gun hand and bringing a quick knee up into his stomach. There was a crack as the gun went off, taking out a light fixture above.

"Benson!" he yelled at the security employee, who had fought his way to Elizabeth and now forced her into a corner. Jason took a blow next to his neck, but countered with an uppercut that knocked his opponent off his feet. Then his gun was out, and his foot planted right into the assassin's gun hand. The piece dropped out of the man's suddenly nerveless fingers. Jason knelt to grab it, then stood again, covering the man.

"Kearns, security for Miss Grey," he yelled at the club security men as they rumbled up to the area. He was reasonably well-known in their world, and he saw them nod as they began making calls. The cops should be here soon. Meanwhile, he kept his weapon pointed at the downed assassin.

"You okay, Miss Grey?" he asked her, keeping one eye on her and Benson, the other on the semi-conscious assassin.
 
Elizabeth heard the scream "Gun!" she saw the security guard, Benson, run to her, watched Jason jump towards the man with the gun. Saw him kick and fight the man down, grabbing the gun from him. Around her, the club patrons screamed and ran in panic. The man besides her pulled her towards a corner of the club and cover her from the panicking patrons and the danger.

It had never really occurred to her that her life was in danger. When she was younger, bodyguards were a norm, they were there to protect her from potential kidnappers who wanted to use her for ransom, but a threat on her life... Elizabeth had never faced that before. What profit was there in that? What good was she to her father's enemies dead? It just didn't make sense, so she had dismissed her father's concerns about it. Until now...

"Jason!" She ran to her bodyguard, for the first time calling him by his name, as she ran up to him, clinging desperately to his muscular frame.

By the time the police finally arrived, Elizabeth was still shivering next to him, refusing to let go. In the morning she probably wouldn't even remember she did that, and she'd certainly deny it, but at that moment she wouldn't let go. All she wanted was to get him, and hide beneath her covers, pretending that none of this had even happened.
 
Christ on a crutch. Now she was draped all over him. Sometimes wards got that way in the midst of danger. But soon a number of unis burst in, accompanied by a veteran patrolman Jason knew well. He had, after all, been a cop in a previous life.

"Mendoza, I'll give my statement at their estate, okay?" he said, guiding Elizabeth out of the club. Mendoza scowled slightly, but gave him a curt nod. The Grey family had an awful lot of pull in the city.

He held her as Benson helped them into the car. He held her all the way back to the estate, and continued to hold her as he explained what happened to her father's head assistant. Was she in a daze that entire time? He held her as he set the security watches around the house. And was still holding her when they were finally alone in her room.

He tried to ignore how good it felt, her body pressed against his. And tried to excuse himself by thinking that Elizabeth suffering a mental breakdown wouldn't help matters at all. Still, it did feel good.

You just haven't known a woman's warmth in about a year. Get over it.

"I'm staying here tonight," he said, in an officious and brook-no-argument voice. "I've got an air mattress." Someone would bring it along in a little bit. In the meantime, he kept holding as they sat on her bed.
 
Elizabeth nodded, barely aware of what was going on around her. She didn't let go of him though. Couldn't let go. Her heart was still racing and her mind was all muddled. Having him next to her gave her comfort. When the air mattress came, she still didn't let go. She had finally stopped shivering and was able to stop clinging to him, but she still held on to his hand.

She was strange. Almost like a child, too afraid to be left alone in the dark. She walked to her closet, pulling him along with her as she continued to hold his hand. Elizabeth kept her eyes on him the whole time as she changed into her baby blue night gown, that covered to just above her mid-thigh. She was barely even blinking, not wanting to lose Jason from her sight.

When she was done, she grabbed his hand again and pulled him back to her bed with her. She pulled back the covers and jumped in, tugging at him to get him to hope in with her. She could see he was reluctant, but she insisted; not giving him a choice.
 
God, Kearns, you flipping weakling.

He was visibly aroused as she changed into her nightgown, and could only hope she was too out of it to notice. But he couldn't keep her eyes off her body, and couldn't ignore the pounding of his heart. This wasn't supposed to happen to professionals....

Inwardly he cursed but managed to get his blazer and his shoes off before climbing into bed with Elizabeth. He allowed her to put her head on his chest, and kept one hand chastely (or so he hoped) on her arm. The other lay stiffly at his side. Jason focused on his breathing and hoped his ward would fall asleep soon. Then he would clamber out of bed without waking her.

Jason sucked in a breath as one of her knees pushed up against him. It skirted above his thighs, and gently nudged his erection through his pants. Damn...
 
Elizabeth curled up against him, draping one leg over his body, as she was accustomed to doing with her large body pillows. It was the position she was most comfortable with, so she didn't really think much of it at the time. But as she squirmed around trying to get herself comfortable, her knee bumped into something hard. She nudged it around a bit, not really thinking what it might be, but then it suddenly hit her. This wasn't her body pillow she was hug, it was a man. And that could only be one thing pressed against her knee...

Despite the fright she had endured that night, or perhaps because of it, combined with the fact that she had already been well aroused during her dance with the other men, Elizabeth could feel her wetness grow. In the back of her mind, she knew it was wrong, and probably a huge mistake, but she continued to squirm against him, nudging her knee against Jason's erection and rubbing her body against him. Her breathing became shallow and he body heat rose as she slowly began running her fingers on his chest, her hand slowly finding it's way under his shirt, caressing his skin under the fabric.

(sorry for the delay... holidays and family ^^; )
 
Jason's breathing grew heavier as his cock hardened. Damn blast it all. It was just weakness and pity. Or was it? He felt something rising in his throat and suddenly he turned over, pinning her back to the bed and closing his mouth over his. It was a hard, feverish kiss, accompanied by a what sounded like a short growl. As if he had been holding back for too long a time.

He abruptly withdrew, chest heaving, then settled his muscular form over her slim body. He was locked over her so that she couldn't move, his hands holding hers down on the mattress, above her head, his hardness rubbing her between her legs through the fabric of his pants. Jason's eyes smoldered in the darkness as his gaze found hers.

"This is what you want, Elizabeth?" he rasped harshly. For the first time, he had used her given name.
 
"Yes" Elizabeth hissed, panting heavily as she felt his body press against hers.

It was exactly what she wanted, what she need. Elizabeth smiled, looking up at him longingly. He was so muscular and attractive, better looking than any of the men she'd been dancing with in the club.

Remembering the club, and what had happened, Elizabeth found herself even more turned on. This was the man that had saved her life. She had never really thought about any of her bodyguards in a sexual manner before, but then again none of them had ever done more than just annoy her and order her around, telling her what she could and couldn't do.

"Jason" she panted, licking her lips as she shifted her gaze form his eyes to his mouth, wishing would take her now. She wanted to feel him inside her so desperately. "Please" Elizabeth begged, submitting to him completely, something which, with her bratty princess persona, she'd never done for anyone before.
 
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