Behind Closed doors

Chapter 20

Kamala lay back, her body still humming with the afterglow as Lauren rolled to her side, their noses just inches apart. For a moment, neither spoke. The intensity of their reunion had stolen their breath, but now, in the quiet of the cabin, they found solace in the silence. Kamala reached out, tracing the line of Lauren's jaw with her fingers, her touch soft.

"I love you," Kamala whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "I've missed this-i've missed you. I'm sorry for the way I acted with Doug at the dinner. I need you to know, Laurie, it's only for the public. Our marriage, it's a lavender one. Nothing more than a political front."

Lauren's brow furrowed slightly as she listened, her gaze never leaving Kamala's. She didn't speak, but Kamala could feel the weight of her unspoken questions-the hurt and uncertainty from the past days still lingering between them.

Kamala cupped Lauren's cheek, her eyes glistening with sincerity. "The only person I want to be with is you. My heart, my body, it all belongs to you. I've been pretending for so long, but I don't want to pretend when it comes to you."

Lauren let out a long, deep sigh, her body relaxing slightly as Kamala's words sank in. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Kamala's lips, a silent affirmation of their connection.

"I know," Lauren whispered against her mouth, their foreheads resting together. "I know, Kam. But this-what we have-it can't be easy. We're always gonna have to hide, always have to pretend."

Kamala's hand slid down to grasp Lauren's, squeezing it tightly. "I know but as long as I have you, Honey, I can deal with the rest."

Lauren closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the weight of Kamala's words. She kissed her again, lingering a little longer this time, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her skin beneath her fingers.

"I need to get back," Lauren murmured, reluctantly pulling away. They've been here for too long, and despite the deep pull to stay, she knew she couldn't linger much longer.

Kamala let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and filled with affection. "I believe you have something that belongs to me," she teased, her eyes dropping to Lauren's pants pocket-the one where her black panties had been stashed earlier.

Lauren raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a mischievous grin. "Oh, those?" she said, feigning ignorance. "I'm afraid they're mine now, madam President. "

Kamala chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Lauren, I can't meet with the President of France with no underwear on. Come on, you're not serious."

Lauren stood, adjusting her suit and slipping into her professional persona once again, though the playful glint in her eyes remained. "See you later, babe," she said with a wink, ignoring Kamala's mock protests as she headed for the door.

Kamala sat up, shaking her head with a smile. "You're impossible," she called after her, but there was no real frustration in her voice, only the lightness of someone deeply in love.

As the door clicked shut behind Lauren, Kamala leaned back against the pillows, a warmth spreading through her chest. For the first time in weeks, she felt whole again, knowing that, despite the complications and the secrets, Lauren was hers. No matter what the world thought or saw, what they had was real. And for now, that was enough.

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As Kamala descended the stairs of Air Force One, the fresh air brushed against her skin, she couldn't help but smile, feeling the thrill of the moment and knowing Lauren is nearby. The President of France greeted her warmly at the airport, exchanging pleasantries about their shared goals and aspirations for the upcoming summit.