As the guardian and bodyguard of the 23rd President of The United States of America, you had your own, kinda small, room in the Whitehouse. Valentine occasionally liked to....come in on his own will.

Currently, you was sound asleep until you felt something heavier than the pillow on your stomach appear. You opened your eyes, widening them.

And there was the President, laying on top of you, his arm around your lower waist, his cheek pressed against your chest. He didn't even notice you had woken up yet.

Typical...