Silent Sparks | Kamala Harris x Melania Trump

Jealousy

It had been a couple of days since their secret date, and Melania couldn't get Kamala out of her mind. Every text, every smile, every kiss replayed in her head like a film she couldn't turn off. She felt lighter, happier — like she was finally part of something just for herself. But that feeling didn't last long.

Melania was in the living room, lounging on the sofa, flipping through channels absentmindedly. She paused when she saw Kamala on the screen, standing at a press conference with a bright smile. Melania's heart skipped a beat. Just seeing her, even on TV, brought back all the memories from their night together.

But her smile faded when she noticed Kamala laughing and talking animatedly with another woman — a young congresswoman standing close, too close. Kamala was grinning, her eyes sparkling as she leaned in, whispering something that made the woman laugh. It was innocent, but it sent a pang of jealousy straight through Melania.

"What's so funny?" she muttered to herself, turning up the volume. She watched intently, her eyes narrowing as Kamala's hand brushed the other woman's arm, a light, casual touch. Melania felt a sharp stab of something she hadn't felt in years — jealousy.

She knew she was being ridiculous. This was politics; Kamala had to be friendly and personable. Still, the sight of her being so carefree with someone else made her chest tighten. It was a reminder that she wasn't the only woman Kamala charmed, that there were others in her life she had to keep happy.

Before she could stop herself, Melania grabbed her phone and typed out a quick message.

Melania: You seem to be having a good time on TV.

She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the send button. It was a risky text, unplanned and unfiltered, but she hit send anyway. A wave of regret washed over her immediately after.

Minutes felt like hours as she waited for a reply, wondering if she had gone too far, if she had shown too much of her hand. But then, her phone buzzed.

Kamala: Are you watching me on TV, beautiful?

Melania rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into a smile despite herself. The nickname still made her heart flutter, even if she tried to pretend it didn't.

Melania: I might be. You looked like you were having fun with that congresswoman.

She added a little eye-roll emoji, hoping it came off as light-hearted rather than the jealousy she was actually feeling. There was a pause before Kamala replied.

Kamala: You're jealous. There was a winking emoji at the end, and Melania could almost hear the teasing lilt in her voice.

Melania huffed, typing quickly.

Melania: I'm not jealous. Just making an observation.

Kamala's response was immediate. Kamala: Oh, you definitely are. And I think it's adorable.

Melania's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. How did Kamala always manage to see right through her? She typed back, fingers almost trembling with how flustered she felt.

Melania: You're impossible.

Kamala: Impossible to resist, you mean.

Melania bit her lip, feeling her jealousy melt away, replaced by a warmth spreading through her chest. She knew Kamala was right; she couldn't resist her. No matter how many doubts or fears she had, they all vanished when Kamala spoke to her like this.

Melania: You shouldn't flirt like that on camera. The words were out before she could stop them.

Kamala took a moment to reply this time.

Kamala: Flirting? You're the only one I flirt with, Melania. You know that.

Melania exhaled slowly, her heart softening at the words. It was exactly what she needed to hear, and it calmed the storm of jealousy inside her. She could picture Kamala's reassuring smile, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners.

Melania: You're too sweet sometimes.

Kamala: Only for you, beautiful.

There was a beat of silence before another message came through.

Kamala: Why don't we meet up tonight? I can make you forget all about that congresswoman.

Melania's breath hitched. Her first instinct was to say no — it was too soon, too risky. But the thought of being in Kamala's arms again, of feeling her lips on hers, was too tempting.

Melania: You really think you can make me forget?

Kamala's reply came with a photo this time — a picture of herself with a soft smile, looking directly at the camera. It was intimate, like she was sharing a moment meant only for Melania.

Kamala: I know I can. Let me prove it tonight.

Melania's heart fluttered wildly in her chest. She knew she should say no, that she should wait, be careful. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Melania: Alright. But only because you asked nicely.

Kamala: See you tonight, beautiful. Wear something I can take off.

Melania blushed, her fingers trembling as she typed back a simple response.

Melania: You're terrible.

Kamala: And you love it.

As she set her phone down, Melania couldn't help the smile spreading across her face. The jealousy was gone, replaced by anticipation and the familiar thrill of knowing she was about to do something reckless. She knew this was dangerous, that she was playing a game she couldn't win. But for now, she didn't care.

She glanced back at the TV, where the news anchor was still talking about the event Kamala had attended. The camera panned back to Kamala, who was now answering questions, looking composed and professional. Melania smirked, knowing that behind that confident exterior was the woman who had just promised to spend the night with her.