Lodging in Washington D.C. is not what Olivia expected.

The two newlyweds were driven away from the airport in a nondescript government car, and Olivia having never been to D.C. had no idea where they were going. Till they pulled up to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue that is.

It was something out of a dream for her, being driven into the White House grounds. But up close it did seem smaller than it was made to look on TV.

They were checked in at the front gate, and escorted through the West Wing entry door where they went through a metal detector and their luggage was searched.

Olivia wondered why the luggage didn’t stay in the car, but kept quiet. She had enough anxiety in general without aggravating some very serious people protecting the President’s house.

Their ID was checked and finally they were let through, and given ID badges to wear with a large O on them. Secret Service then escorted James and Olivia through the property, upstairs to a bedroom upstairs.

“I haven’t ever been on a tour of the White House…not that I have even been here,” Olivia said quietly to James, and a Secret Service agent leaned over to her.

“You still haven’t been on a tour ma’am,” he said quietly. “Although you are able to go on a self led tour if you desire.”

“This is the Lincoln Bedroom, your lodging for the duration of your visit,” the agent said matter of factly, and she nearly fell over.

“You have access to all non-secured locations in the White House during your stay. The President and his family will not be here during your stay, but their quarters and the Oval Office are not a part of your access,” the agent continued. “The kitchen is always available should you need something to eat, and coffee is always on, and you can make use of any of the recreational activities we have here. We do ask that no pictures or video be taken while inside of the property, please.”

Olivia was dumbfounded, and just stared at James as the agent smiled at them. “Baby I wanted to make it up to you, having to come here to work so soon after the wedding,” he said with a grin. “So I pulled some strings and got us a special place for us to stay.”

“Major,” the agent said in a professional tone. “It is good to see you again sir.” The agent said, handing them maps of the interior before walking away.

“What the fuck?” She asked quietly as they walked into the Lincoln bedroom. “You have been here before?”

“It has been a while, and I never spent the night,” he replied. “But I know that agent from the teams, we worked together a while ago.”

It was smaller than Olivia would have expected, and the decor was very old-world. She walked into the Lincoln sitting room and it looked about the same.

“So how do you get something like this?” She asked.

“Anyone can reserve it, if they can afford it and can pass the background check,” he replied. “I pulled some strings, I asked this as a favor for doing the mission I am doing on this trip…I was hoping some special lodging would help for this to be ok.”

In truth anyone could reserve it, and many people did. In this case however a guy at Langley called a guy at the State Department, who called in a favor with a US Senator, who managed to get a slate of bookings rescheduled. A lot was involved, but James really was that well loved in the services, some hoped he would one day get interested in politics and run. But of course he couldn’t usually care much less about politics.

Neither of them knew how big a deal it was to stay more than one night. That was the rule, one night only so many could experience it, and some nights had been booked and were canceled to give James and Olivia use of it for two weeks. It simply wasn’t usually done, a lot happened to get this favor for him.

It had helped that the current President knew of James, having been VP when a former President had pinned the Medal of Honor on him. They had several lunches and dinners together, and had been hunting on a couple of occasions, as the current President had long been a massive supporter of the military and decorated soldiers in particular.

And the President had made the call to let James have the Lincoln Bedroom for two weeks, nobody else really could. He was overseas, the President wouldn’t see his old friend, but he hoped to have Cowboy back for dinner at some point in the future.

“This will be ok as long as we are together and you aren’t getting shot at,” Olivia replied. “But the hotel you got us is pretty fucking cool.”

They had lunch in the White House dining hall, then spent the early evening walking the grounds, before seeing the Smithsonian, the national mall, and the surrounding attractions.

They then had some dinner and got back to the White House early, wanting to have some time together before James had to be up for work. He had to be at Langley at 6am every morning for two weeks or so, that meant rising quite early, and that meant going to bed sooner. And with their recent sexual habits that meant getting into bed quite early.

So the two newlyweds went at it in bed again, trying to keep things quiet, as in this house they were never truly alone. There was always a security presence in the halls, and James figured they had security camera coverage in every room in the mansion.

So they kept the lights out, and he told Olivia maybe not to walk around the room they were in naked, along with the sitting room and the bathroom during the day, as someone might see.

“I’m as patriotic as the next girl,” she said with a smile. “Why deprive some security guy watching the cameras from some spank material?”

James laughed quite hard, he thought she meant it, and Olivia had never been shy for a moment he had known her. Awkward yes, anxious at times, but never shy about her body.

“I don’t care, really,” she said with a smile. “If some guy wants to crank it to me over some stupid video he can, I won’t ever know.”

When James came inside of his wife again, he smiled at her, thinking it wasn’t the time, but what if they had a kid and one day could tell them they were conceived in the White House? But he put it out of his head, kissed Olivia and went to sleep.

The next day came soon, and James was awake well before his wife. He got up and got a jog in, then had some breakfast and coffee, then got dressed in what he had been asked to wear for this mission, thankfully nothing to uncomfortable or fancy.

It was a nice pair of dress pants and a nice polo, and on the weekends he could go even more casual considering his part in this.

Olivia woke up just before he had to leave, getting a good morning kiss for it.

James gave her a number to call for a ride, “this is a friend who will be looking after you while I am working. He will be on site, with a car here ready to go. He is not your guide, he is there to protect you, so don’t hassle the guy, ok?” He said with a smile.

“Secret Service?” She asked with a laugh, “I get my own detail?”

“No, he is a company man,” he replied. “D.C. is a high crime rate city, this was for my peace of mind. But text or call him when you need to go somewhere and he will get you there and he knows the district pretty well.”

“Company man?” She asked.

“CIA baby,” James replied. “Another favor they are doing for me.”