Behind Closed doors

Chapter 21

Warning: Cuteness ahead 🥰

During the first days of the week in Paris, Kamala performed her presidential duties, attending meetings and receptions with the French president. But at night, she buried herself in Lauren's arms, losing herself completely to her and simply becoming Kamala Devi Harris—the woman who acted like a teenager in love. They behaved like horny teenagers, fucked with an intensity that overtook them. Every time they found themselves alone in a room, they couldn't help but jump on each other.

On the fourth night, Lauren stirred in her sleep, her body still warm, when a soft sniffle reached her ears. She instinctively reached out for Kamala beside her, but her hand met cool sheets instead of her lover's familiar warmth. Blinking her eyes open, she saw the faint outline of Kamala sitting at the edge of the bed, her head cradled in her hands.

Lauren sat up quickly, her heart pounding. "Kamala? Baby, what's wrong?" Her voice was gentle but laced with concern.

Kamala turned to face her, and even in the dim light, Lauren could see the streaks of tears on her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy, red, and filled with a sorrow that made Lauren's chest tighten. Kamala sniffled again, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to compose herself. "I... I had a nightmare," she confessed, her voice small and shaky.

Lauren's heart softened. She scooted closer, her arms immediately wrapping around Kamala, pulling her close. "Hey, it's okay," she murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "What happened, babe? Tell me."

Kamala leaned into Lauren's embrace, hesitating for a moment, as if saying the words would make them too real. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I dreamed you left me."

Lauren's brows furrowed, her hand rubbing soothing circles on Kamala's back. "Left you? Kam, what do you mean?" She tilted Kamala's face up, brushing a thumb across her tear-streaked cheek. "I'm right here."

Kamala let out a shaky breath, her gaze dropping to her lap. "No, like, broke up with me again, but this time for real. It was... it was everything that's against us. The age difference, my position, the way we always have to hide. I just—I dreamt that it was too much for you. That you'd decided it wasn't worth it, and you walked away... And what broke me was that you left me for Sam."

Lauren's heart clenched at the sight of Kamala so vulnerable. She pulled her closer. "Oh, babe... I'm not going anywhere. You hear me? None of that matters to me, not when it comes to you. Plus, if you haven't noticed, Sam is definitely not my type. She'd have to be at least twice my age." She chuckled at the last part, trying to lighten the mood.

But Kamala sniffled again, her lips trembling as she looked up at Lauren. "You say that now, but... it's so complicated, Laurie. And I don't want to lose you."

Lauren smiled softly, brushing a strand of Kamala's hair behind her ear. "You won't lose me, babe. Complicated? Sure, maybe. But we're worth it. You're worth it." She kissed Kamala's forehead gently.

Kamala pouted, her lips forming a perfect little curve, and Lauren's heart melted on the spot. "You promise?" Kamala asked, her voice a little lighter now, but her eyes still sad.

Lauren chuckled, shaking her head. "When you pout like that, I can't say no to you." She smirked. "You know you can get away with anything when you do that, right?" She cupped Kamala's face, her thumbs tracing the soft skin of her cheeks. "How am I supposed to resist you when you're this cute?"

Kamala wiped her tears and put back on her perfect presidential face. "I'm not cute, dear, I'm the President of the United States. I'm one of the most powerful women in the world. I know how to fight and how to fire a gun. I'm the complete opposite of cute."