Silent Sparks | Kamala Harris x Melania Trump

Freakoclock

It had only been a day since their last exchange, but Melania couldn't stop thinking about Kamala. Every buzz of her phone made her heart skip, anticipation building inside her. She was becoming addicted to this feeling, the thrill of doing something forbidden, something just for herself.

When Kamala's name finally lit up her screen, Melania felt a rush of excitement.

Kamala: Hey, beautiful. Are you free tonight?

Melania took a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Donald wasn't around. He was busy in his office, oblivious. She knew she should say no — that this was reckless, especially with the media's constant eye on them both. But the thought of seeing Kamala again made her pulse quicken.

Melania: What did you have in mind?

Kamala: Come over to my place. I've been thinking about you, and I want you here.

Melania's breath caught in her throat. The directness of Kamala's words made her cheeks flush. Without another thought, she walked into Donald's office, keeping her expression casual.

"I'm meeting with Ivanka tonight," she lied smoothly. "Just a girls' night."

Donald barely looked up from his phone, nodding absently. "Fine, just be back before it gets too late. We have a busy schedule tomorrow."

"Of course," Melania replied with a sweet smile before quickly slipping out of the room. Relief and exhilaration washed over her as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

Melania arrived at Kamala's home an hour later, her heart racing in her chest. She had taken extra time getting ready, picking out a sleek, black dress that hugged her curves. When Kamala opened the door, her eyes darkened with unmistakable desire.

"You look incredible," Kamala murmured, stepping closer and letting her hand linger on Melania's hip. "I've missed this sight."

Melania felt a shiver run down her spine at Kamala's touch. "You're too much."

"But it's true," Kamala replied, pulling her inside and closing the door behind them. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made every glance and touch feel electric.

Kamala led her into the living room, where a bottle of red wine waited. She poured them both a glass, handing one to Melania. "To secret meetings," she said, clinking her glass against Melania's with a teasing smile.

Melania took a sip, the warmth of the wine spreading through her. She set her glass down and met Kamala's gaze, the intensity in her eyes making her feel exposed, vulnerable.

Kamala set her own glass down and stepped closer, her hand trailing lightly down Melania's arm. "You know, I haven't stopped thinking about our last kiss," Kamala murmured, her voice low and husky. "It's been driving me crazy."

Melania's breath hitched, a flush creeping up her neck. "Kamala..." she started, but the words trailed off as Kamala's fingers traced the curve of her jaw.

"Shh," Kamala whispered. "Just let me take care of you tonight."

Before Melania could respond, Kamala leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of everything they couldn't say out loud. Melania melted into it, her hands finding their way to Kamala's waist, pulling her closer.

The kiss grew hungrier, and Kamala's hands roamed lower, sliding down Melania's back and squeezing her hips. Melania gasped against Kamala's lips, her body responding to every touch. She knew this was dangerous, that they were crossing lines they could never uncross, but she didn't care. Not tonight.

Kamala's mouth moved to Melania's neck, kissing and nipping lightly at her skin. "You taste so good," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. "I've wanted this all day."

Melania's hands tangled in Kamala's hair, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. "I shouldn't be here," she whispered, but even as she said it, she arched into Kamala's touch.

Kamala pulled back just enough to look into Melania's eyes. "But you are," she said softly. "And I don't want you to leave."

Melania's heart fluttered at the raw need in Kamala's voice. She cupped Kamala's face and kissed her again, deeper this time, as if she could pour all her unspoken feelings into that kiss. Kamala responded with equal fervor, guiding Melania toward the couch.

They sank down together, Kamala's hands exploring every curve of Melania's body. She pushed the fabric of Melania's dress up, her fingers tracing the soft skin of her thigh. "You're so beautiful," Kamala breathed, her lips moving down to press kisses along Melania's collarbone.

Melania moaned softly, her head tipping back. "Kamala..." she sighed, her voice filled with a mix of need and hesitation.

Kamala met her gaze, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "I want to make you feel good," she whispered, her fingers brushing against the lace of Melania's underwear. "Will you let me?"

Melania bit her lip, her breath shuddering. She nodded slowly, her body trembling with anticipation. Kamala's smile was slow and wicked as she kissed Melania again, her hand slipping beneath the lace, fingers teasing against her sensitive skin.

For the next hour, they lost themselves in each other, exploring every touch, every kiss, with an intensity that left them both breathless. It was more than just a physical connection — it was a release, a moment where they could be themselves, without the weight of their public lives pressing down on them.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were panting, their faces flushed. Kamala pressed her forehead against Melania's, her fingers still gently caressing her skin.

"You're incredible," Kamala murmured.

Melania smiled, her eyes fluttering open to meet Kamala's gaze. "So are you."

They sat together in silence for a moment, catching their breath. Melania knew she should leave soon, but she didn't want to. She wanted to stay wrapped up in Kamala's arms, to pretend for a little while longer that this was something she could have.

But eventually, she pulled away, standing up and smoothing her dress. "I should go," she said softly.

Kamala stood too, pulling her into one last embrace. "I know. But I'll be thinking about you all night."

Melania kissed her once more, a slow, lingering kiss that made her knees weak. "Goodnight, Kamala."

"Goodnight, beautiful," Kamala replied, watching as Melania walked out the door, her gaze lingering until she was out of sight.

As Melania drove home, she couldn't stop smiling. She knew this was dangerous, but she didn't care. For once, she felt truly alive.

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Authors Note: this is really freaky but yall asked for it😛