Madam President (Kamala Harris x female reader)

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A bodyguard enters the room and Kamala looks towards him as she sits back properly in her chair. Clearing her throat, she speaks. "What is it?" The bodyguard looks at the two of you next to each other. "Madam President, I'm here to let you know that the security is ready for tonight. All the cars and the venue have been properly checked." You frown as you look at him then Kamala. "Tonight?" You check the planning curiously since you did the schedule only for next week and don't know what's happening tonight. Kamala looks up quickly and glances at the planning on the side as well, taking note of your surprise at the guard's words. She looks back at him and nods. "Yes of course. Thank you." She waits for him to leave the office before turning back to you, noting your curiosity at the whole thing. You finally see a little paper with the info and have a realization nod. "Oh dinner with your husband, okay..." She replies with a light smile, almost apologetical. "Yes that's right. My husband's taking me out tonight." "Well lucky you, right?" You say playfully, trying to hide everything you have in mind right now. She smiles faintly at the playful comment, trying to keep her composure and push down the slight disappointment inside her.

She knows it's silly to feel that way at being reminded of her husband, but a part of her had been enjoying this moment together with you more than she'd like to admit. "Yes, I'm very lucky to get to leave at night for once instead of working." She says jokingly. "Yea, free evenings are pretty rare... I hope you'll have fun. I should let you prepare and stuff now..."
She glances at the clock on the wall to notice just how late it actually is and how it is indeed time for her to start getting herself ready for the night. She looks back at you, feeling reluctant for you to leave, but nods in agreement with your words. "Yes, it's getting quite late. Thank you for making the schedule, it's very helpful. And you..." She hesitates for a moment, as if wanting to say or ask something but holding back, biting her lip. You shift your upper body towards her as encouragement and give her a little nod. "Yes?" She stays silent for another moment as she debates silently in her head about what to say, her gaze fixed on your face. She leans slightly toward you and places a hand on your thigh again, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth on the fabric of your pants. "Can I ask you another favor, honey?"

You let a silent gasp at her touch. "Sure, you pay me for help and favors anyway." She lets a soft giggle, her thumb continues its slow movement on your thigh as she speaks to you again, her voice soft and pleading. "I know you're not my personal make up artist, but I want to look very pretty for my husband tonight. Mind helping me doll myself up?" She asks with a slight pout, looking at you with puppy eyes. Your teeth clench at the thought of her being pretty for someone else but you can't refuse her anything, even if you wanted to. Helping her is your duty so you agree. "Sure, I can do something cute for tonight." She notices the tension in you, sensing you might be jealous and she feels a sense of satisfaction at your reaction. "Excellent, thank you so much dear. Come with me then." She gets up from her seat and gestures for you to follow her as she walks towards a door. You follow her as she leads you to a bathroom and then speak up. "You might want to remove that Kamala, we never know with makeup." You say as you notice her white shirt. She glances down and sees your point, realizing that it would be a real shame to get it dirty. With a small sigh, she unbutton the shirt and slides it off her shoulders, only wearing a tank top now. "You're right, I would hate to ruin it. Thank you for the heads up."

Your eyes roam on her arms and collarbones that are now exposed but you quickly look away and get the makeup. "Sit down comfortably." She notices your gaze on her and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the attention. She goes to the closest chair and sits down, making herself comfortable as she looks up at you with a smile. "Make me gorgeous!" "You're already gorgeous..." You mutter under your breath, focusing as you start to check the eyeshadows. She lets a smirk form on her lips and a soft blush to creep on her face at the mumbled comment and the thought of you actually thinking she looks good. "Such a sweet compliment, darling. You're spoiling me now." "Nah I'm just being realistic." You smile softly as you come to her, your legs on either side of hers as she's sitting down. You'd straddle her if you were sat as well. "Raise your head and close your eyes." As you move closer, she automatically puts her hands on your thighs like she's done in her office. She lifts her head up and close her eyes, smiling softly as she gives in to your directions. "As you wish, honey." You start working on her eyes carefully, enjoying the opportunity to admire her features and the softness of her skin.