Silent Sparks | Kamala Harris x Melania Trump

Wish I Was There

The next morning, Melania hadn't stopped thinking about Kamala's invitation. It gnawed at her, a persistent ache she couldn't shake. The memory of turning her down made her chest feel tight. She'd wanted to go—to feel Kamala's hands on her again—but she couldn't risk it. Not after Donald's warning. It had taken every ounce of self-control to say no, and now she was left with the hollow, aching feeling of regret.

She lay in bed, scrolling through her phone, hoping for a distraction. But all she could think about was Kamala—the way she'd looked at her, the sound of her voice, and the way her fingers had felt against her skin. Melania let out a sigh, the empty room feeling colder than usual.

A notification lit up her screen: Kamala. Her heart leaped.

Kamala: Morning, beautiful. I missed you last night.

Melania's fingers hesitated over the keyboard. The message made her smile, but it also twisted something inside her. She wished she could have been there.

Melania: I missed you too. I wanted to come, Kamala. You have no idea how badly. But I couldn't risk it.

Kamala's reply was quick, almost immediate.

Kamala: I know, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean I didn't spend the whole night wishing you were here with me. Imagining what I would have done if you were.

Melania bit her lip, her body heating up at the thought. Her pulse quickened, a rush of desire flooding her senses. She typed back, her hands almost shaking.

Melania: Tell me. What would you have done?

Kamala: Oh, you want details, do you?

A teasing smirk spread across Melania's lips. This was the Kamala she knew—the one who loved to play with her, to make her blush.

Melania: Yes. Tell me everything.

There was a pause before Kamala's reply came, and Melania could almost picture the other woman smirking at her phone.

Kamala: I would have taken my time undressing you. Slowly. I'd savor every second of it, letting my fingers brush over your skin. I'd kiss every inch of you, just to hear those little sounds you make when you're breathless.

Melania's breath hitched. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a blush spreading across her face. She typed back quickly, her thoughts scattered.

Melania: You're making it hard for me to think straight.

Kamala: Good. I want you distracted. I want you to feel what I'm feeling.

Melania's heartbeat thundered in her chest as she read the message. She could almost feel Kamala's hands on her, the heat of her body pressing against hers.

Kamala: I'd lay you down, and I wouldn't be gentle. I'd pin you beneath me, make you look at me while I took my time. I'd kiss you like I couldn't get enough of you, like I was starving. I'd finger you till you can't think straight.

Melania swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she tried to compose herself, but she was already lost in the thought of Kamala, the way she always took control, the way she made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

Melania: You're impossible, Kamala. You know that, right?

Kamala: And you love it. Admit it.

Melania couldn't help but smile, her heart fluttering in her chest. She typed quickly, the blush still burning on her cheeks.

Melania: I do. More than you know.

Kamala's reply was instant, the words making Melania's stomach flip.

Kamala: I want to make you mine, Melania. Every part of you. I want you to come to me and never look back.

Melania's breath caught in her throat. She stared at the screen, her heart pounding wildly. The intensity of Kamala's words sent a shiver down her spine. She could almost feel the weight of the other woman's gaze, like Kamala was right there with her, whispering the words against her skin.

Melania: You make it so hard to say no.

Kamala: Then don't. Next time, don't hold back. I'll make it worth the risk.

Melania closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. She wanted that more than anything. The thought of being with Kamala, of giving in completely—it was almost too much to bear. She could feel the pull between them like a magnetic force, impossible to resist.

Kamala: Picture this: you, in my arms, not a single worry in the world. Just us.

Melania felt her body react to the words, a deep longing settling in her core. She typed back before she could second-guess herself.

Melania: I'm already imagining it. It's all I can think about.

Kamala: Good. Because the next time we're together, I'm not letting you go. Not until I've had every piece of you.

Melania's whole body shivered, a wave of desire washing over her. It was intoxicating, the way Kamala's words seemed to wrap around her, pulling her in deeper.

Melania: You have no idea how much I want that.

Kamala: Oh, I think I do. And trust me, beautiful, the next time you're in my arms, I'm not letting you leave.

Melania took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm her racing heart. But the thought of Kamala, the promise in her words—it was enough to make her forget everything else. She knew it was dangerous, knew the risks, but at that moment, none of it mattered.

All she wanted was Kamala.

___________________________________

Authors Note: Thank you for so many reads i love you so much for real it means a lot 💕