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You don't really know when it began.
The touches
The bigger smiles
The extra care she put into doing as you asked
But you could say that being her photographer was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
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You'd been sitting with her in the Oval Office for quite some time, going over the photos you'd captured during her talk with people in Georgia. "Have you eaten today?" she asked, the conversation jumping from the talk about which photos she wanted to add to her album and which could be sent out to journalists.
"Uh yeah. I had a smoothie this morning" you murmured, knowing she was going to get on your ass.
"And it is currently six in the afternoon...meaning the only time you ate was on the way here" her voice dropping an octave, taking a more serious tone. Her eyes bore into your own before you looked away, that nervous feeling you got when staring into her eyes for too long reappearing just as it had daily for the past three months.
"Kam-"
"No don't Kamala me! You need to eat baby"
Baby. She never called you baby
After a minute of silence Kamala seemed to remember the next thing she wanted to say, "Hmm, how about you come with me and I make you dinner? Just the two of us. No work, no worries, just good food and quality time" she whispered
"Seems like you're asking me on a date Madame President"
"We shall see"
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Once you put on some more comfortable clothing, you found yourself standing in Kamala's kitchen, watching as she moved with ease gathering ingredients for the dinner she was making.
Roast chicken with mashed potatoes and corn -- such a simple thing but something that held memories in both of your households.
As she prepared the meal with some of your help, she told stories about her mom making the exact meal. How they would sit around the dinner table after church and just talk about it all. How she loved making such a simple dinner because it reminded her of the greatness of her upbringing.
You both spoke about how much you enjoyed working together, the moments of pure bliss as you snapped hundreds of photos of her during the most intimate or fun-filled moments.
And as you two prepared to sit for the meal, you let your mind wander to the little quirks that you loved so much about her. The way she brushed her hair back, the way she bit her lip when confused, the way her eyes twinkled when excited...the way that smile lit up an entire room.
"Can I ask you something?" came her voice, breaking you out of your thoughts
"Y-yes"
"Are you in love with me"
Your world stopped. Everything stopped.
Kamala came to a standstill in front of you, hands seemingly tingling to reach out for you. "We...there's something different about us. We look at each other a little too long to be friendly, we hug for longer periods of time than I've ever seen anyone hug a friend...we are just different. So are you in love with me?" she whispered, eyes shining in the dim light as she looked up at you.
"I am...yes I am in love with you, Kamala Devi Harris"
A wide smile broke out on her face, unshed tears pooling in her eyes as she searched your own. Looking for all the sincerity in your words -- "I'm in love with you too". And before she could say anything else you pulled her into a kiss.
Slow, with so much time to waste, as the world faded out behind you. Nothing else mattered.
"Promise I'll take you somewhere fancy when we have the time" she whispered against your lips before pulling you back into a kiss.
Fancy didn't matter. You had the woman of your dreams.
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short one because I'm trying to get back in my groove and find some time to write and upload. got a new laptop so that should hopefully make things easier as my other one was glitching.
i also read the recommendations you guys left and added them to my list of things to write about, but as always if you have anything else to share or want to read, leave it in the comments.
