The Rally | KamalaHarrisxReader

Chapter 7

F it Yall I'm using Bette porter pics/gifs for the smut  from now on.

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Kamala appeared from the hallway, entering main room with a slight smile on her face. You were sitting on the couch, pondering what may be on Kamala's mind. She needed to speak with you about something. It has to be important enough for her to send you to such a location. Kamala eases to the couch and sits next you. Her demeanor from earlier is completely succumbed by an anxious state. You've never really seen this body language from her. She's rubbing her palms on her thighs, a little smile playing on her lips as she parts them to say what's so eagerly awaited.

"I've been thinking about The Royal Eagle." She says while nodding. Your breathing stills as you remember the romantic moments and the kisses. "I have been, too." you say looking as you look up at her eyes locked into yours. "I would never do that with anyone. Let alone a college student." She said with a sigh as she laid her body to the back of the couch.

"I had a lot of f-" you start to say, but was cut off from her voice forcefully overpowering yours. "Do you remember that I'm the Vice President?" She states coldly, sitting back up and facing you. You were startled by the aggressiveness of her voice. "Well... obviously." You say in an anxious chuckle.

"I'm married. I have a presidency to pursue. If anyone caught us... I'd be over." She states firstly with angst, then ended with a somber tone.

"It's not my fault." You said sadly.

"You came to me. You took me to dinner. You... did so much to me. You said yourself that you're growing attached to me." You replied, putting emphasis on the start of each sentence, matching her tone. Kamala's expression softened as she noticed her hypocrisy. "You're right. I'm sorry." She said softly as she scooted closer to you. "It's been a while since I've felt these emotions. These... very powerful emotions." You both sat in silence for a moment.

"I don't want to be away from you." She said pulling your hand out of your lap and into hers, smiling softly . "-but I know I have to." Her dejected tone burned through you like cigarette smoke, causing a lump in your throat. You hate that she was right. There was no possible way for you and her to continue this... whatever this is.

"It's not just you who feels like this. I like the sex, but I know I like you more than that, Kamala." You say with a slight frown. She looks up and inhales a deep breath, then exhales slowly.

"I saw you in your most vulnerable. I saw you in ways no one else could. I thought seeing you in that way would make it more like a fling, but all it did was make me crave you more. I've tried this multiple times." She says exasperated. "-but every time we finish our sessions, when I expect the attraction to go away, it doesn't. It stays and lingers on. It's been biting at me since I first saw you." Kamala says as she rubs her eyes with both of her hands. You didn't know what to say. You never knew these feelings were going through her because of you, but you did know that it could never happen, not in this lifetime. "I think I'm going to go home." You say to her with a dull tone. Your chest felt heavy as you spoke those words, your throat tightening as you gulp anxiously.

Kamala slowly nodded in agreement as she read your words deeper. You both stand up reluctantly, not knowing what to do next. Before you know it, Kamala pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry for bringing this onto you. It's only been a couple weeks and look at us. " She muttered with her face buried in your neck. You run your fingers through her hair, smelling the tropical fragrance emitting from it. You're going to miss that smell. She pulls away from you, your eyes linking to one another. Your looks were intense, filled with dejection.