The next day began with a feeling of excitement in the air. Kamala had an important meeting at the Supreme Court. As she got ready to leave her private room, she knew she had to have Lauren by her side. She had called the secret service director late the previous night, asking for the young agent to be her personal escort. The director agreed right away, as Lauren has already proven herself before.
As she stepped into her office, she spotted Lauren and Sam just a few centimetres apart from each other, deep in conversation over some documents. Something about the way they were so close to each other sent a sharp pang of jealousy through her. She cleared her throat, and they both looked up, their expressions shifting to professionalism.
"Good morning, Madam President," Sam greeted, standing up.
"Good morning," Lauren echoed, her eyes meeting the President's for a brief, intense moment.
"Sam, I'll need you to prepare the documents for the meeting after this," the President said, her gaze never leaving Lauren's. "Thank you."
Once Sam had left the room, President Harris stepped closer to the agent, her eyes searching hers. "Is there something going on between you two?" she asked, trying to keep the possessiveness out of her tone.
Lauren's eyes widened slightly, and she took a step back. "No, Madam President," she replied, her voice firm. "We're just colleagues."
"Good," Kamala said, a hint of relief in her voice. "I need a down-to-earth person to escort me, without distractions."
The agent nodded, understanding the unspoken message. "Of course."
In the car on the way to the Supreme Court, the tension between them was electric. The President leaned back in her seat, watching Lauren. "You know, I've been thinking about our conversation last night," she began, her voice a low purr.Lauren's eyes met hers in the reflection, a question in her gaze. "What about it?"
"It's been a long time since I've laughed so much.," Kamala said, her hand sliding over to rest on Lauren's knee. The agent's breath hitched, and she felt the heat of the President's touch through her pants.
"We all need a good laugh sometimes ," she managed to reply, her voice a little shaky.
"Do you think about me?" Kamala asked, her thumb tracing lazy circles on Lauren's knee. "When you're not guarding me, I mean?"
Lauren swallowed hard, trying to keep her focus on the road ahead. "Sometimes," she admitted. "But it's not appropriate ma'am."
The President's smile was mischievous. The car pulled up to the Supreme Court, and the world outside the tinted windows was a whirlwind of activity. Lauren took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. As they stepped out of the car, the cool air hit them, a stark contrast to the heat between them.
Lauren guided them inside the grand marble building, they took the elevator to the top floor. Lauren's hand was placed on Kamala's waist, the friction sending bolts of desire through her body. She knew she should move it, that it was wrong, but she couldn't.
When they stepped out in the hallway, in a corner, Kamala turned around and their eyes never leaving each other. "Madam President," Lauren whispered, her voice a mix of protest and longing.
"Call me Kamala," she said, her hand moving on hers. "Just for today." Closing the space between them, Kamala placed her hand on Lauren's shoulder without breaking contact.
Their first kiss was stolen in the empty hallway, a desperate melding of lips and tongues. It was everything they had been holding back, all the unspoken words and glances coming together in a fiery explosion of passion.Kamala's hand slid up Lauren's neck, the fabric of her uniform blouse and tie the only barrier between them. Lauren's breath caught in her throat, her eyes fluttering shut as the President's touch grew bolder. They had crossed the line, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world."Kamala," Lauren breathed, her voice trembling.The President leaned back, her eyes dark with desire. "I know," she said, her voice low and ragged. "But I can't help it. You make me feel things I haven't felt in years."They stumbled into an empty conference room, the heavy door clicking shut behind them.
The room was dimly lit, the blinds drawn against the outside world. They were alone, and for a brief moment, the weight of their roles fell away.Lauren's hands found their way to the President's neck, her fingers tangling in the soft fabric of her blouse. "We can't do this," she whispered, even as she leaned in for another kiss."I know," Kamala murmured against her lips. Their kisses grew deeper, more frantic. Hands roamed, exploring the curves and planes of bodies that had been hidden behind suits and armor. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric as clothes were pushed aside.Kamala's hand slid under Lauren's shirt, her skin hot to the touch.
"Tell me to stop," she whispered, her breath hot against the agent's neck.But Lauren didn't say stop. Instead, she pulled Kamala closer, her own hands finding the softness of her waist. They were a mess of need and want, two souls reaching out for something they had both been denied for too long.
The sound of the talkie-walkie crackling to life was like a bucket of cold water. They pulled apart, panting, the reality of their situation crashing down around them like shattered glass.
"We have to go," Lauren said, her voice strained.Kamala nodded, her eyes filled with regret and longing. "I know," she said, straightening her clothes with trembling hands.They stepped out of the conference room. They walked back to the Oval Office, their steps measured and professional. But every touch, every glance was charged with the electricity of their hidden desire.
The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and decisions, but the memory of their kiss remained. It was a secret that burned between them, a spark that threatened to consume them if they weren't careful.As the evening approached, Lauren knew she had to leave, to put some distance between them. But as she turned to go, the President's hand on her arm stopped her. "We need to talk," she said, her voice thick with unshed emotion. "We did a mistake, it shouldn't have happened."Lauren looked at her, the struggle in her eyes clear. "I see," she said softly. "I need to go."The President nodded, her eyes never leaving Lauren's. "I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But this conversation isn't over."With that, the agent turned and left the Oval Office. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and she wasn't sure how they would find their way back.
The following days were a whirlwind of tension and stolen glances, and unspoken longing. Each time their paths crossed, the air crackled with the unresolved tension between them. They both knew they couldn't act on their feelings, not without risking everything they had worked for.
One evening, When Kamala's husband was still away, Lauren escorted the President to an event, they found themselves in a quiet corner of the White House. The chandeliers cast a soft glow over the velvet curtains, the muted sound of the partygoers a distant hum. President Harris leaned in, her eyes searching Lauren's.
"I can't stop thinking about you," she admitted, her voice a whisper in the stillness.Lauren's hand tightened on the President's arm, the urge to kiss her again almost overwhelming.
"Me neither," she breathed, her eyes dropping to the other woman's lips."This is so wrong," President Harris said, her voice shaking."I'm married"
"I know," Lauren whispered, her gaze never leaving hers. "But I can't ignore it anymore."Their eyes held for a moment, and then, with a sigh that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul, Kamala leaned in and kissed her, their bodies pressing together in a silent declaration of need.The kiss was everything they had been holding back, a conflagration of passion and desire that left them both trembling. They broke apart, panting, the reality of their situation crashing down around them once more."We can't do this," President Harris said, her voice thick with regret. "I'm... I'm married, Lauren. I have responsibilities.""I know," the agent said, her eyes filled with pain. "But I can't just turn it off.. I want you" They stared at each other, the truth of their feelings laid bare. It was a dangerous precipice they stood on, a line that could never truly be uncrossed."We'll figure something out," the President murmured, her hand reaching out to cup Lauren's cheek. "But for now, we have to keep this between us."Lauren nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I understand."
They stepped back, their masks of professionalism slipping back into place as if by magic. But the connection between them remained. The President felt the weight of her choices, the gravity of their situation pressing down on her. She knew she had to tell Doug, to come clean before the scandal could destroy them all.
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Behind Closed doors
FanficShe couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness wash over her. It wasn't the job itself that was isolating; it was the constant barrier that had grown between her and those around her. Everyone saw her as the President first, and the woman second...
