Presidential Pursuit: A Kamala Harris lesbian love story

Chapter 18

"Emily, wake up."

Still half asleep, I groaned and hugged the pillow tighter, digging my face into the soft fabric.

"Emily."

I heard it again, a little louder, but I continued ignoring the voice.

"Five more minutes," I grumbled and dove back into whatever abyss my mind was stuck in. That was...until I started feeling something. It started on my lower back. Something warm. I couldn't fully focus on the sensation just yet. Then it moved up my spine and eventually to my neck. It felt like I was having a wet dream, and I could sense the moans starting to surface involuntarily through my slumber. The longer it persisted, the more consciousness crept in. My eyes started fluttering, and I opened them to find Kamala kissing the back of my neck with tender lips.

"Mmm, don't stop," I murmured groggily. "That feels good."

Her giggle gave me goosebumps, and I finally turned onto my back to face her.

"Wake up, I'm bored," she said with a pouty lip.

Her face was so cute that it made me chuckle, but it was short-lived.

"Heyyy, why are you not in bed?" I asked with a matching pout. "What happened to nap time?"

"I did a little, but..." Her eyes shifted briefly. "I couldn't sleep. AND you made me burn the rice, but I made some more, so get up, and let's eat. I'm sure you've worked quite an appetite, dear." She said, leaning down to press a kiss on my collarbone.

"Okay, first of all, I didn't MAKE you do anything; you started it, and—"

"Debatable, but continue."

Squinting my eyes at the interruption, I continued. "Yeah, I'm trying, Mrs. Claus; thank you," I snapped, and I could see the slight blush rising to her cheeks. "SECOND, you're a liar."

She shook her head defensively with a tiny gasp and adjusted herself on the headboard.

"Wh-what? In what way?"

"Why'd you get up?"

"I told you... I couldn't sleep, and the rice was burning..."

I sighed. "Yup, lying. Big fat liar."

"How would you even know that?"

"I just do." I shrugged.

She eyed me curiously and then released a sigh of her own.

"Well, the rice is true—"

"Yeah, but you could've came back. You didn't."

"Emily, why are you dwelling on this? It's not a big deal."

"Because there's more, and I don't like that you're keeping it from me."

She dropped her hands on her thighs dramatically. "Okay, fine, you snore."

"That might actually have some truth to it," I snickered, then sat up on the headboard to meet her eye line, bringing the sheets along to cover my naked body. "But what else?... Kamala, come on, I can just tell, okay? Please tell me; it's gonna keep gnawing at me."

She looked away for a moment and then back at me with intensity in her brown eyes. 

"I got in my head."

My brows furrowed and my head tilted. "About what?"

She sighed. "Us...this...I don't know. It just—it felt a little too personal?" She said it like she wasn't sure of her own answer.

I couldn't help but feel the weight of the confession. I knew what she meant, but it still hurt, and I think she could tell. She reached for my hand and with a tight smile, continued to explain herself.