bodyguard duty // high aphro

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The night had worn on, slowly and surely, and Rude was growing more and more bored as he stood outside the hotel door. It had been yet another day on bodyguard duty, following around his current female client on her daily routine, a silent pair of eyes and an effective pair of fists ready to defend her against whomever might be around to make

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[odangod]

Usagi hadn't minded having him outside. At least at first. Her bodyguard was stoic and quiet; a hulking man in a tailored suit and sunglasses. Needless to say, she'd been intimidated all day and found the escape of her room to be much needed by the time they'd arrived. But, really, after five hours of him being rooted out in the hall, she found herself feeling more bad than nervous.

Cue the door cracking open, a single blue eye blinking out before the rest of her emerged.

"Um . . . would you like anything?"

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Rude's head turned, taking her in just as stoically as he did anything else: the client this time was certainly a pretty girl, if with a questionable hairstyle, and he'd found those sunglasses very useful in examining every inch of her throughout the day. She was even thoughtful, if now was any indication. Rude paused for a few moment before nodding, just once.

"Drink'd be good," he said. "Parched."

[odangod]

"Right!" Usagi chirped, pigtails-a-flying as she swiftly turned to fetch him something nice and cold. Those footsteps soon halted, though, because of two very important reasons that just as quickly brought the blonde back out. Her cheeks were only a little flushed.

"Forgot to ask what sort of drink you wanted," she paused. "And, well, you've been standing here so long. Would you like to come inside and sit down for a bit?"

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That was about par for the course for her- anyone else might have smiled, and though he felt internal amusement at her actions, Rude's face might as well have been carved from stone. He took one last glance around the hall before stepping in, flicking the lock shut behind him, moving to sit heavily down onto the couch. A bourbon sounded like absolute heaven, but he'd already been through her minibar, checking for poisoned things- best to stay safe.

"Whatever you have."

Well this is just about perfect.

[firsthostage]

At about hour five and a half, Rude finally got his wish for something to happen. The door behind him opened, just a crack, and Ashley peered out. She was wearing a pink silk nightie and there was a towel draped over her shoulders, as she'd just gotten out of the shower.

"Mr. Rude?" she asked, sounding a little sheepish. "Can you, um... come here for a second?" She looked embarrassed for some reason.

Isn't it just? :D

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As if he hadn't been fantasising about her enough during the day. Rude was very thankful for the dark shades when Ashley revealed herself, eyes growing wide in a combination of surprise and immediate arousal, hesitating only a moment before giving her a short nod of assent. Keep your mind on the job, Rude- not how much you want to do this cute young blonde again.

"Yeah," he said, simply. In he followed, pulling the door shut behind himself.

[firsthostage]

Once the door was closed, Ashley looked a little more at ease. She had a seat on the bed and pointed over towards the window. "I thought I heard something outside," she said. "Can you, um... check out the window?"

Ashley was nervous about windows ever since the Los Illuminados incident. It was a window that a certain commando had kidnapped her out of, so she at least had good reason to be.

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It took an effort, but Rude managed to hear his eyes away from her to do as she asked. Ashley was sharp like that, perhaps because of all the kidnapping attempts in her past- everything seemed free and clear out there, the Turk peering into the gloom, but it never hurt to be safe. One rustle of leaves solved that particular mystery, looking back over his shoulder at her.

God, she looked good in that. He could feel himself swelling up already.

"Squirrel."

[dulsanaya]

According to the schedule, on the hour and half hour and staying for approximately five minutes, an individual, (man, woman, or the occasional child) would approach, submit to being searched and ID checked and then be escorted in. Standing unobtrusively near the door, he would watch as not a word would pass between the little silver haired girl and the ‘visitor.’ The girl would gesture to an arm chair, which the newcomer would sit in, and then she would kneel at their feet and simply touch them for a minute or two. Often times the visitor would whisper thanks or even have tears in their eyes. Lightly they would touch her hair, or cheek and she would smile back, never saying a word

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"In their employ."

He'd been curious from the first moment about what exactly she was doing in there, but professional courtesy meant he wasn't to ask. What the client did was their own business: he simply protected them in case anyone attempted to do harm. Rude had certainly seen stranger things...just not many. When she spoke, he was calm, the facts clear in his mind.

[dulsanaya]

A nod and quiet again for a moment before replying, 'Many are. Even this one for a time, long time ago in Antiva...Italia.'

The brilliant eyes open in the sun-bronzed face and look at him curiously, as if seeing through him, 'A meal is arriving, will you join this Asha, em'Reth?'

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"Sure."

She used a lot of language that he didn't understand, less that he cared to, but not asking questions came naturally. He simply crossed past her to sit on the edge of a couch, grateful for the chance to get off his feet and get some food in his stomach- best to test the food for poison anyway.

Hey there!

[terroristknight]

She didn't need a bodyguard; Jane was perfectly capable of fighting on her own. But her friends had insisted on hiring the extra help until they could get her out of town and to a place where her deeds hopefully weren't the top story on the local news.

Being here was pretty boring, though, and the strange air didn't help matters much. Slightly annoyed and more than a little hot and bothered, Jane banged her fist against the wall before flopping back onto her bed.

[OOC: If you want to have him remember her from the orgy, I can work with that.]

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A little extra help never hurt anyone. He certainly didn't mind when it was a girl who he knew gave head like a champion, having spent quite some time turning that particular memory over in his mind while leaning against the opposite side of the wall she had banged on. That had caused an alert, turning his head to call out to her.

"Alright in there?"

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She opened the door a little so she didn't have to yell, not caring how much her hair was around her face.

"I'm fine, just frustrated as hell. In more than one way."

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"Hmn. Figured."

It had been a long day, and situations like hers never failed to make a person tense. Rude entered the room quietly, stepping past her in the hallway cramped enough to let their fronts brush. It really must have been awhile out there- he could feel the twist of arousal in his belly already.

"Can I help?"

[chasing_fury]

It wasn't easy being the ex-guardian of a High Summoner. The appearances, the speeches, the questions. The constant scrutiny. Parading herself in front of cameras and microphones, smiling and nodding, putting her own wishes aside, while constantly trying to avoid political scandal and intrigue. You'd think it would have all ended when she'd left home, but no. Word had a way of getting around

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He knew her history, knew her motives, knew the strange corner of the world that she'd come from- all of it was observed and noted, filed away with the professionalism one came to expect from a bodyguard of his pay-grade. He'd been stoic all night, on guard, ready to defend against a very likely threat.

Which made it unfortunate that she was so endlessly attractive. Rude had been thinking about her all night, getting more and more keyed up, on the way to another inconvenient erection before she opened the door. He turned, looked her over, then gave one short nod of assent. He was heading inside before he even bothered to verbally respond, giving the hall one last once-over.

"Sure."

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Once inside, she shut and locked the door behind him, allowing herself a small smile as she admired the way his body moved inside his perfectly tailored suit. She almost wanted to fire him just so she could get him out of it without getting into some kind of professional scandal.

"So," she said, moving to the side bar, and casting him another appreciative look, "What can I get you, sir?"

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That was where being discreet came in very handy: he could get away with that sort of thing without causing scandal, all as part of the service provided to her. The bulge in his pants only grew larger at her look, but he stayed cool, turning the question over in his head before answering.

"Bourbon'd be good."