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Cadets looking to gain a permanent position at the Time Bureau are required to undergo a strict training regime (truly a miracle that Gary Green managed to pass), and the new batch were no exception. Today their squad was up for review by the Director of the Bureau, a woman they had only seen glimpses of, however they were already fearful of her cutting glare and strict discipline. The small group scrambled into line as Director Ava Sharpe strode into the training room, honey blonde bun in perfect place and hands clasped behind her back. She watched with a critical eye as their trainer ran them through the combat and tactical training exercises they had been working on, as well as a few simple fitness tests. At the conclusion of the review, the cadets stood in a line awaiting their feedback as Director Sharpe cleared her throat.
“Not bad…but not up to Time Bureau standards either cadets. You, what is your name?” the Director addressed a dark haired cadet with a tall muscular figure that would be imposing to most, but Ava was not one to be phased.
“Stevens”, he answered curtly.
“Well Stevens, I believe that you need to review protocol 554. We do not under ANY circumstances allow the fugitives access to the flight deck of a ship by taking shortcuts! They are to be taken straight to the brig through the approved routes without question, any remediation of that is to be under my authority! Understand?” Director Sharpe roused sharply.
‘I can see how the name Sharpe is fitting, she just cut Stevens to pieces’ thought another cadet by the name of Cortez.
“Understood sir”, Stevens barked back, his critique causing simmering anger.
“Good. I will see you all for your next review in a month”
Director Sharpe turned on her heel and headed out of the training room, with just the professionalism and grace as she had entered.
“What a bitch!” Stevens immediately complained. The other cadets uttered remarks of agreement.
“You’ve got to admit though mate, she’s smoking hot!” Cortez replied jokingly, causing Stevens to roll his eyes.
“The Director is wound so tight she’s probably never even been laid! I mean, who could possibly even try to nail that?”
Stevens’ statement caused a ripple of laughter and agreement among the cadets. Director Sharpe was really bloody hot, but also a fucking hardass. Little did these cadets know that their view of the director was about to be blown out of the water.
LATER THAT EVENING
The cadets had gotten off training for the day and headed to a bar a fair way from the Bureau headquarters, as to not run into any of the senior agents or supervisors. They had a few rounds joking and decompressing the day’s events among themselves, when something caught Stevens’ eye at the bar. Or more specifically, someone.
“Dudes, check out that blonde over there!” he gestured towards the bar and his peers turned in their seats to gawk.
Their gaze fell on a short statured woman who was chatting to the bartender and so angled towards the cadets table. She was absolutely stunning, with beautiful blonde waves that cascaded around her angelic freckled face and dazzling eyes that held a mischievous sparkle. Her tight jeans hugged her shapely legs and ass perfectly, a leather jacket adding an extra hit of just plain sexiness to her demeanour.
“Holy shit, now that is one hot piece of ass”, Stevens’ commentated, sculling the rest of his drink and standing, “I’m going to hit that”.
It just so happens that the woman at the bar was the one and only Sara Lance. She was catching up with the bartender whilst she waited for her company, something she did often as she regulared this bar whenever she found herself in DC. Her League of Assassins training predisposed her to monitor her environment constantly, and she quickly tuned in to the sound of approaching footsteps. The side of her eye caught sight of a generically good looking tall muscular man, with her intuition telling her that he had something very specific on his mind. His peers wished him luck with jeers and hoots as he strode over, the commotion causing her to roll her eyes.
“Don’t even try it bud, you’re not my type”, Sara said with a laugh before Stevens even got a chance to open his mouth. However, Stevens was the type of guy who was not easily deterred.
“Aww come on sweetheart” he countered, the pet name igniting a fire of annoyance in Sara. There was only one person who was allowed to call her that. She sent a quick text to said person, her favourite person.
Sara: ‘I’m being hit on by an overgrown frat boy’
“You know what’s sweet? That you actually think that you have a chance”, Sara mused sarcastically, “I’m awaiting much more pleasurable company”. She glanced at her phone and said company had texted back.
Ava:‘Portalling there now my love, try not to physically injure him before I arrive’
Sara grinned and kept the door in the corner of her eye. Unfortunately for her, Stevens just didn’t seem to get the hint, instead seemly taking it as a challenge.
“Oh I’m plenty pleasurable, I’m known to be quite dominant in bed which is quite a hit with the ladies”, digging his own grave with an attempt at a sexy wink.
“Funny”, Sara let out a small chuckle and a smirk broke out on her face, “so am I”.
“Huh?” Stevens uttered, a confused furrow appearing in his brow. Before Sara could more clearly indicate to him that she was playing a whole different ball game, her angel walked through the bar door.
No matter how may time Sara saw her, Ava Sharpe never failed to take her breath away. Her honey blonde hair was out of its work bun and was cascading down her shoulders in gentle waves. She’d taken off her Time Bureau blazer, leaving her in her tightly fitting buttoned work shirt, of which she had rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and untucked from her pants. She locked her deep blue eyes with Sara’s and strode towards the bar with purpose. Sara shot a quick glance back to Stevens.
“If you’ll excuse me” she chuckled, smirk still firmly fixed on her face and her eyes sparkling. Sara walked away from the bar, meeting Ava a few feet in front of where Stevens stood confused.
Sara wasted no time, one hand reaching out to cup Ava’s jaw and tug her face down to meet their lips in a welcoming kiss. Her other hand moved from Ava’s waist around to her lower back, pulling her closer. Ava moaned into the kiss, and gave little resistance when Sara traced her tongue along her lips seeking entrance. Sara’s mouth held seemingly magical power over Ava, the filthy thoughts about other uses for those lips and that tongue sending a rush of heat to Ava’s centre. Ava whined softly as Sara gently broke the kiss and pulled back, her dazzling eyes catching Ava’s and her smile sending waves of endearment through the director. Sara Lance was Ava Sharpe’s kryptonite, her one weakness. The usually strictly professional and protocol enforcing Time Bureau Director simply melted with one look from her girlfriend.
“Hey babe”, Sara breathed. She grabbed Ava’s hands and backed back up to the bar. The overgrown frat boy seemed to have gotten the message and the space was empty. She indicated to the bartender to make two of her usual, scotch, and then brought her hands to rest on Ava’s ass as they stood in front of the bar. The taller blonde blushed adorably and leaned down to reconnect their lips in another kiss. Their drinks arrived and the couple focused on catching up on one another’s days, holding hands on top of the bar.
Back at the cadets table, there was an energy of utter disbelief. It began shortly after they noticed a confused expression on Stevens’ face as he tried his luck with the blonde bombshell at the bar. She had walked a couple of steps away from him and locked lips with a very attractive woman. The other cadets initially began to boo and berate their unsuccessful comrade, however it soon became apparent that the newcomer looked very familiar.
Stevens was the first to notice as he had a clear view of the woman’s face as she made out with the gorgeous woman who had just rejected him. Realisation hit him like a lightning bolt and he quickly ducked his head in order to avoid any possibility Director Sharpe might recognise him. He slinked back to the cadets table with his tail between his legs.
“Dude, tough break! Hitting on a girl who’s not after the parts you’ve got to offer, so to speak”, Cortez began to berate his friend as he reached the table.
“Shhh! Do you not see who that is?” Stevens hissed in a semi-whisper, “It’s fucking Director Sharpe!”
The eyes of his peers widened and there was a chorus of “No way!” as they all glanced back towards the bar. Sure enough, it was the Director of the Time Bureau standing there with the hot girl’s hands on her ass, leaning down to lock their lips once again. There were murmurs of disbelief among the cadets, before Cortez let out a hearty laugh at Stevens’ expense.
“Holy shit! You just got rejected by possibly the hottest girl any of us have ever seen because she’s fucking our extremely hot, uptight and seemingly unfuckable boss! You’re never living this down mate; Director Sharpe must have game after all if she’s got a girl like that on her arm” Cortez choked out, the rest of the cadets falling into laughter. Stevens turned a deep shade of red as his eyes widened, putting two and two together regarding the reply to his flirting the hot girl had given.
“Dude you look like someone sent you pictures of your parents naked or something! What gives?” another cadet questioned.
“I told that chick that I was dominant in bed and it was a hit with the ladies, to which she replied ‘So am I’. Makes sense now”
That provoked another round of laughs from his peers, with Cortez adding another incredibly crude and frankly disrespectful comment seeing as Director Sharpe was his superior officer. However, it’s not like male cadets have many other hobbies than debating about superior officer’s sex lives.
“So what you’re saying is that Director Sharpe, our hardass boss, is dominated in the sack by that tiny, albeit extremely sexy woman? Damn that girl really is something! Shame she wouldn’t go a round with you Stevens, I’d bet it would have been a wild ride!” he alluded a little too loudly, resulting in the couple to shoot a look in the cadets’ direction. They all immediately ducked their heads hoping to Beebo that they hadn’t been recognised and shuffled out of the bar, quickly leaving cash to settle the tab.
Sara turned back to Ava raising a questioning brow. Ava just shook her head in frustration at the groups noisiness and downed the remainder of her drink. Sara could swear she had heard Ava’s title in their conversation but she decided to store that away for later, instead focussing on the incredible woman in front of her and the fun plans she had for them later. Plans which involved no clothing, melted chocolate, and her tongue. She chuckled to herself, Ava was in store for a ‘wild ride’ tonight that was for sure.