Silent Sparks | Kamala Harris x Melania Trump

Dinner Date

The next morning, Melania woke up with a rush of excitement she hadn't felt in years. As she moved through her day—brushing off Donald's questions and going through her routine—she couldn't stop thinking about the dinner she had planned with Kamala tonight. The thought of seeing her made Melania feel something she hadn't felt in a long time: anticipation.

By the time evening arrived, Melania was ready. She slipped into a sleek, dark dress and a pair of heels, giving herself one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs.

Donald glanced up from his phone as she entered the room. "Where are you headed?" he asked, not sounding particularly interested.

"Just a dinner with an old friend," Melania said casually, picking up her bag. "I'll be back before it gets too late."

He waved her off with a distracted nod, already back to scrolling through his notifications. "Fine, just be careful."

Melania felt a wave of relief as she stepped out into the cool evening air, the car already waiting for her. She slipped inside, her nerves buzzing with anticipation. The driver took her to a small, hidden restaurant Kamala had picked, a place she knew would be discreet.

When she walked in, Kamala was already there, looking relaxed in a dark blazer and a soft smile that lit up her whole face. Melania couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of her.

"Good evening, beautiful," Kamala said, standing to greet her.

Melania felt her cheeks flush slightly. "Good evening," she replied, taking a seat. "You look nice."

Kamala's grin widened. "Not as nice as you," she teased. "But I'll take it."

They ordered their meals, and the conversation started light and playful. Kamala was easy to talk to, and Melania found herself opening up more than she intended, laughing at Kamala's jokes and sharing stories she hadn't thought about in years.

As the waiter set down their dessert—German chocolate cake—Kamala's eyes lit up with genuine delight. "You remembered," she said, looking at Melania with something like affection.

Melania's heart skipped a beat. "Of course," she said softly. "I know it's your favorite."

Kamala's smile turned softer, more intimate. "You're full of surprises, beautiful," she said, her voice low.

Melania felt her pulse quicken. The way Kamala said "beautiful" sent shivers down her spine. She hadn't realized how much she needed to hear something like that, how starved she was for genuine affection.

They shared the cake, the intimacy of the shared dessert making the rest of the restaurant seem to disappear. With every bite, every look, the tension between them grew thicker, more undeniable.

Kamala set her fork down and leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto Melania's. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she murmured, her fingers brushing lightly against Melania's hand.

Melania's breath hitched, her eyes darting to Kamala's lips. "I... I don't know what this is," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Kamala's gaze softened, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of Melania's hand. "I think you do," she said gently. "But if you want me to stop, tell me now."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Melania's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a thousand reasons why this was a terrible idea. But her body, her heart, wanted something different. She slowly shook her head.

Kamala's smile was tender as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Melania's cheek. "Good," she whispered.

Melania closed her eyes as Kamala's lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was sweet and slow, tasting of chocolate and something she hadn't felt in a long time—desire.

When they pulled back, Melania's eyes fluttered open, her lips tingling. She couldn't speak, her mind blank except for the overwhelming realization that she didn't want this to stop.

Kamala smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind Melania's ear. "Let's take it one step at a time," she said quietly.

Melania nodded, unable to find her voice. She knew this was dangerous, that it could never become public. But for tonight, it was enough.

"Goodbye, beautiful I've got to go" Kamala said, pressing one last kiss to Melania's cheek before standing up.

Melania watched her leave, her heart pounding as she sat there, stunned and breathless. Melania sat for a while processing this whole thing, then she got up and went back home aswell.