Silent Sparks | Kamala Harris x Melania Trump

Caught In The Lie

The moment Melania awoke, the echoes of last night still clung to her like a shadow. Kamala's touch, the soft caress, the warmth of her lips—it all rushed back, leaving her heart racing. But now, in the daylight, the reality of her situation weighed heavily on her shoulders. She couldn't keep doing this. The lies, the secrecy—it was all becoming too much.

Sitting at her vanity, she stared at her reflection, her fingers absently brushing through her hair, when the door to her room opened with a sharp creak. Donald entered without a word, and for a moment, Melania's heart stopped. She could feel the tension immediately; it was thick in the air.

"You're up early," Donald said, his tone curt, his eyes scanning her as if he were searching for something.

Melania straightened her back, forcing herself to breathe steadily. "Yes, couldn't sleep," she replied, her voice calm but betraying a hint of unease.

Donald stepped closer, his gaze narrowing. There was something in the way he looked at her—sharp, calculating. "Funny, I spoke to Ivanka this morning," he said, his voice lowering. "She didn't seem to know anything about your 'girls' night.'"

Melania's breath caught in her throat. She had to stay calm. She couldn't afford to slip up now. "I ended up going alone," she replied quickly, offering a small, nonchalant shrug. "Ivanka had something come up, last minute. I didn't want to bother you with the change."

Donald's face was unreadable, but Melania could see the muscle in his jaw twitch. He studied her for a long moment before speaking again. "So no girls' night, huh? And no Ivanka?"

Melania turned toward her vanity, pretending to adjust her dress, trying to hide the panic rising in her chest. "Exactly," she said, forcing a laugh. "I needed some time alone. Things have been stressful."

Donald didn't move for a while. The silence in the room grew heavy, like an invisible weight pressing down on them both. Finally, he exhaled a sharp breath and walked toward the door.

"Fine," he said, his voice flat. "But don't make a habit of sneaking around, Melania. I don't like surprises."

Melania nodded quickly, her mind racing. "Of course not."

As Donald slammed the door behind him, Melania let out a long breath, her pulse still racing. She could feel the fear of being caught lingering in her chest like a tight knot. Her phone buzzed on the vanity, startling her. She glanced down, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Kamala's name flashing on the screen.

Kamala: Morning, beautiful. How's my gorgeous girl today?

Melania smiled faintly, despite the tension in her body. The way Kamala always knew how to make her feel seen, how to make her feel like she was special—it was intoxicating.

Melania: Almost got caught. Donald spoke to Ivanka. It was... close.

A few seconds passed, and then Kamala's reply came through.

Kamala: Did he find out? Are you okay?

Melania's heart fluttered at the concern in Kamala's words. She didn't deserve this—didn't deserve someone who cared for her like Kamala did. But the temptation to lean into it was overwhelming.

Melania: I'm fine. I lied my way out, but he's suspicious. We can't afford to slip up again.

There was a pause, and then Kamala's next message came through, teasing and flirtatious.

Kamala: You know I like living dangerously. Especially when it comes to you.

Melania bit her lip, fighting back a smile. She couldn't help it. Kamala had that effect on her. But as she read the words again, she felt the weight of the situation creeping in. She couldn't keep doing this. The lies, the sneaking around—it was too risky.

Kamala: You're going to get me in so much trouble.

Melania hesitated, her fingers hovering over the screen. She knew that she was about to make a decision that would change everything.

Kamala: Maybe that's what you like about me, beautiful. Trouble looks good on you. How about you come over tonight?

Melania's heart raced as she felt the familiar pull of desire, the heat building up in her chest. But her rational mind pushed through. She had to stop this before it went too far. Before she lost control.

Melania: Kamala, I can't...

Kamala's reply was instant.

Kamala: What? Why not?

Melania's thumb hovered over the screen, her mind at war with itself. She could feel the warmth of Kamala's presence in every message, the way she made her feel seen and desired in a way no one else ever had.

But there was Donald. There was the lie. There was the risk.

Melania: I can't keep sneaking around. Donald said not to make a habit of it... Her words felt heavy as she typed them. She hated that she had to say them.

A pause. And then Kamala's reply came—soft, understanding, but still playful.

Kamala: I get it. I'm not trying to cause problems, beautiful. But damn, I want you so bad. You've got me wrapped around your finger.

Melania's breath hitched at her words. She felt the ache in her chest deepen, but she knew what she had to do.

Melania: I know. I want you too, but we can't. Not now. Maybe later, but not now.

Kamala: I'll be waiting, beautiful. I always am.

Melania's fingers trembled as she set the phone down. She couldn't ignore the ache in her heart, the longing that seemed to burn every time Kamala's name appeared on her screen. But she knew she had to be careful. She couldn't let this spiral out of control.

Still, as she turned away from the phone, the longing didn't go away. It only grew stronger.