Insatiable Lust

XI

If you knew how much caffeine I've consumed this past week, you would probably just rush me to the emergency room without a word. Other than all of us busting our asses, Kamala and I have been putting more effort into each other. Considering that the both of us actually want to be something, I'm getting to know her as Kamala and not just the Vice President while she's getting to know me in the same fashion.

"Honey, room service is here!" Kamala yells out from the living room of our Detroit hotel suite.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I respond as I'm washing my face.

I wish I could say that I'm surprised with how fast we've become comfortable which each other, but considering how quick she jump my bones, we've been comfortable since the beginning. I pat my face dry with a little towel and when my eyes open back up, I see Kamala leaning against the doorway of the bathroom entrance.

I chuckle as I continue with my nighttime skincare routine, "What?"

"You're just pretty to look at."

A flustered smile appears on my face, making her laugh before she plants a kiss on the side of my neck. One thing I have noticed since getting the promise ring, she really likes making me flustered. She walks back to the living room area as I finish up my routine.

"Ooh~" I let out upon seeing the room service on the little dining table.

I start smiling as I sit down, looking at a plate of white pasta and a glass of red wine, "Did you use my card or yours?"

"Uhm-"

"I gave you my card!" I say, giving her a little look that only makes her laugh.

"Would you just fucking eat?" she laughs out and I roll my eyes as both of us begin to have our dinner.

Lately, our dinners have been like little dates. Eating good food and getting to know each other. Plus, it's a good way to get Kamala's mind off of the campaign for once. I've noticed how it looks like she's loss a bit of weight, so us having dinner together reassures me with the thought that she's had at least one full meal.

Once both of us finish, I make Kamala go to the bedroom and to let me put the dirty dishes onto the little cart. I made it clear that when she's in the suites, I just want her to relax after busting her ass off on the trail.

Both of us get ready for bed before laying down together to unwind from another hectic campaign day. I let her pick a movie on my Netflix account as my head rests on her chest, her left hand stroking my hair. About fifteen minutes into the movie, her hand goes from stroking through my hair to twirling some strands around her finger.

Another thing I've noticed about Kamala is that when something is heavily on her mind, she beings to fidget with something in her hands. Twirling a pen, tapping her fingers-- anything that mirrors the gears turning in her head. In this case, it's twirling my hair around her fingers.

"What's wrong?" my voice asks softly as I move my head to rest on my pillow.

"Nothing, baby." she says, but her tone says otherwise.

I sit up, turning to face her as I sit criss cross applesauce, "What is it, honey?"

She lets out a weighted sigh as she brings herself higher up the bed, leaning against the head board. I take her left hand with both of mine, making a smile appear on her tired face, "It's the debate..."

"Okay, what about the debate is worrying you?"

"The audience perception."

A gentle smile appears on my face as I squeeze her hands gently, "Tell me all of your worries, honey, I'm here for you."