Behind Closed doors

Chapter 29

Kamala paced back and forth in the Oval Office, her heels clicking against the polished floor as her nerves spiraled. Maya, her sister, and Meena, her niece, were on their way to the White House, and the weight of it pressed heavily on her. How could she possibly tell them about her relationship with Lauren? Would they understand? Would they judge her? The thoughts churned in her mind relentlessly.

Lauren entered the room quietly, catching sight of Kamala pacing behind her desk. She tilted her head with a soft smile, admiring the woman she loved, even when she was clearly a ball of stress. "Hey, sexy," she said, her voice light and teasing.

Kamala turned at the sound, her lips twitching into a small smile before it faded again. She exhaled deeply, shaking her head. "Lauren, now's not the time."

Lauren approached her, unbothered by the dismissive tone. She slid her hands around Kamala's waist, pulling her close. "Come on, talk to me. What's going on?" Her voice was soothing, her thumbs rubbing small, comforting circles on Kamala's sides.

Kamala hesitated, her hands instinctively finding their place on Lauren's shoulders. "It's Maya and Meena," she admitted. "I don't know how to... explain us to them. I mean even Meena could have been your mother."

"She's hot... well all the Harris women are. Specially the big sister."

Kamala rolled her eyes. "What if they don't approve? What if Maya—"

"Shh," Lauren interrupted, kissing her cheek softly. "You're overthinking this. They love you, Kamala. And they'll see how happy you are. That's what matters." She smirked, her tone shifting to a playful tease. "I think, what you need right now is a little release from all this stress."

Kamala raised an eyebrow at her, caught between amusement and exasperation. "Lauren..."

Lauren's grin widened as she lifted Kamala by her hips and sat her on the edge of the desk. "Trust me, Madam President, this will help."

Kamala let out a laugh, shaking her head, but she didn't stop Lauren as her hands slid to the waistband of her purple pants. "Laurie, someone could walk in any minute," she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction.

"That's what makes it more exciting," Lauren replied, her voice low and teasing. She slowly unzipped Kamala's pants, her fingers slipping inside to rub her through her panties. Kamala sighed, leaning her head back as a shiver ran through her.

Lauren leaned in, her lips finding Kamala's neck, the spot she knew made her melt. Kamala moaned softly, her hands gripping Lauren's shoulders. "Laurie, please..." she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I need you inside."

Lauren smiled against her skin, ready to fulfill her request, but the sound of the door opening froze them both in place.

"Madam Pres—oh my God!" Sam's voice broke the moment, and Lauren turned her head to see Sam standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and horrified. Behind her were Maya and Meena, equally stunned.

Everyone froze, the air thick with mortification. "I'm so sorry!" Sam yelped, spinning around and dragging Maya and Meena with her as she slammed the door shut.

Kamala could feel her face heating up to a degree she didn't think was physically possible. She quickly pushed Lauren away and jumped off the desk, straightening her clothes with trembling hands. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she muttered, pacing again, but this time in a frantic panic. "Lauren, I'm going to die of embarrassment. How am I supposed to face them? Sam? My sister? My niece? Oh my God!"

Lauren, meanwhile, was struggling to hold back a laugh. She wiped her hands on her pants and took a step closer to Kamala. "Okay, first of all, I'm sorry. That's on me. Second, I'll handle Sam. She'll be fine. She's seen worse—well, maybe not worse, but she'll live." She reached out, trying to calm Kamala with a gentle touch, but Kamala waved her off.