Wdym husband 💀

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A bodyguard enters the room and Kamala looks towards him as she sits back properly in her chair. Clearing her throat, she speaks. "What is it?" The bodyguard looks at the two of you next to each other. "Madam President, I'm here to let you know that the security is ready for tonight. All the cars and the venue have been properly checked." You frown as you look at him then Kamala. "Tonight?" You check the planning curiously since you did the schedule only for next week and don't know what's happening tonight. Kamala looks up quickly and glances at the planning on the side as well, taking note of your surprise at the guard's words. She looks back at him and nods. "Yes of course. Thank you." She waits for him to leave the office before turning back to you, noting your curiosity at the whole thing. You finally see a little paper with the info and have a realization nod. "Oh dinner with your husband, okay..." She replies with a light smile, almost apologetical. "Yes that's right. My husband's taking me out tonight." "Well lucky you, right?" You say playfully, trying to hide everything you have in mind right now. She smiles faintly at the playful comment, trying to keep her composure and push down the slight disappointment inside her.

She knows it's silly to feel that way at being reminded of her husband, but a part of her had been enjoying this moment together with you more than she'd like to admit. "Yes, I'm very lucky to get to leave at night for once instead of working." She says jokingly. "Yea, free evenings are pretty rare... I hope you'll have fun. I should let you prepare and stuff now..."

She glances at the clock on the wall to notice just how late it actually is and how it is indeed time for her to start getting herself ready for the night. She looks back at you, feeling reluctant for you to leave, but nods in agreement with your words. "Yes, it's getting quite late. Thank you for making the schedule, it's very helpful. And you..." She hesitates for a moment, as if wanting to say or ask something but holding back, biting her lip. You shift your upper body towards her as encouragement and give her a little nod. "Yes?" She stays silent for another moment as she debates silently in her head about what to say, her gaze fixed on your face. She leans slightly toward you and places a hand on your thigh again, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth on the fabric of your pants. "Can I ask you another favor, honey?"

You let a silent gasp at her touch. "Sure, you pay me for help and favors anyway." She lets a soft giggle, her thumb continues its slow movement on your thigh as she speaks to you again, her voice soft and pleading. "I know you're not my personal make up artist, but I want to look very pretty for my husband tonight. Mind helping me doll myself up?" She asks with a slight pout, looking at you with puppy eyes. Your teeth clench at the thought of her being pretty for someone else but you can't refuse her anything, even if you wanted to. Helping her is your duty so you agree. "Sure, I can do something cute for tonight." She notices the tension in you, sensing you might be jealous and she feels a sense of satisfaction at your reaction. "Excellent, thank you so much dear. Come with me then." She gets up from her seat and gestures for you to follow her as she walks towards a door. You follow her as she leads you to a bathroom and then speak up. "You might want to remove that Kamala, we never know with makeup." You say as you notice her white shirt. She glances down and sees your point, realizing that it would be a real shame to get it dirty. With a small sigh, she unbutton the shirt and slides it off her shoulders, only wearing a tank top now. "You're right, I would hate to ruin it. Thank you for the heads up."

Your eyes roam on her arms and collarbones that are now exposed but you quickly look away and get the makeup. "Sit down comfortably." She notices your gaze on her and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the attention. She goes to the closest chair and sits down, making herself comfortable as she looks up at you with a smile. "Make me gorgeous!" "You're already gorgeous..." You mutter under your breath, focusing as you start to check the eyeshadows. She lets a smirk form on her lips and a soft blush to creep on her face at the mumbled comment and the thought of you actually thinking she looks good. "Such a sweet compliment, darling. You're spoiling me now." "Nah I'm just being realistic." You smile softly as you come to her, your legs on either side of hers as she's sitting down. You'd straddle her if you were sat as well. "Raise your head and close your eyes." As you move closer, she automatically puts her hands on your thighs like she's done in her office. She lifts her head up and close her eyes, smiling softly as she gives in to your directions. "As you wish, honey." You start working on her eyes carefully, enjoying the opportunity to admire her features and the softness of her skin.

She keeps her eyes shut tightly, feeling the cool tip of the make up brush against her eyelids in different spots, assuming you're currently applying the eye shadow. Her hands stay on your thighs, moving slightly but gently against them as you move, almost instinctively as if she's trying to keep you close. You feel her hands but don't mind her touch at all as you keep doing her make up. "Look at me." You whisper in an unintentional commanding tone as you grab another brush. She listens to your gentle orders carefully, enjoying every second of your attention and soft touches as you work your way around her face. At the sound of your whisper, she slowly opens her eyes to look up at you, gazing at you deeply as she awaits what you're going to do next. You hum of appreciation for the work you've already finished and grab her chin gently to raise her head as you blend the makeup already applied.

Your light touch sends a shiver down her spine as you move her head to where you want it, she's unable to look away from you. Her hands tighten their grip on your thighs in response, feeling herself grow weaker for you as you continue your work on her face, leaving her completely in the palm of your hand now.

"Look up now." You murmur lowly while getting mascara and moving her face from side to side in observation. She nods and lifts her gaze back up as told, staying focused on keeping her eyes open as the brush slowly goes over her lashes, the black mascara gently coating her eyelashes, making them look longer and darker. She remains perfectly still, her hands still tightly grasping your thighs as she waits patiently for you to finish. You grab her jaw gently to make her look at you again. She stares back at you as you hold her face, her gaze slowly drifting from your eyes to your lips and back again without even being conscious of it. She already has her lip combo so you just add some gloss to her lips as a final touch. "There you go... beautiful!" Feeling you apply the lip gloss to her mouth, she slightly parts her lips, just barely enough to let out a soft breath. "Thank you, honey..." "Of course, do you wanna see yourself?" You go get a mirror, holding it up for her. She nods and looks at her reflection in the mirror that you hold in front of her. She slowly takes it in, her eyes admiring the way you made the shadows and colors make her eyes pop. She smiles at her reflection, pleased with the result. "Looks good, doesn't it?" She asks in a slightly teasing tone, still looking in the mirror.

"Hell yea it does, you look stunning!" You say with a warm smile. She lets out a soft chuckle at your words, feeling a rush of pride and confidence at your compliment. You put the mirror down as she looks up at you again, her hands still grasping your thighs as if it's the only thing anchoring her to the ground. "I'll have to have you do my make up for me every time. You're just as talented with your hands in that domain." You giggle and unconsciously lean a little forward towards her. "That's a good thing about being into art but your natural beauty makes it easier." She notices the way you lean forward towards her involuntarily, as if it's a natural reaction to being this close. She responds by pulling you closer, almost to the point where you're now practically sitting on her lap. She glances down at the position you're in, amused by your proximity and the way the situation has turned. "Such a sweet talker, aren't you?" She says jokingly, her touch on your thighs growing tighter. You look down as well noticing your body is a bit too close to hers to be seen as appropriate. And you feel a cold shiver down your spine as you remember she's married and has a date right now. You unwillingly pull away from her. "I wouldn't want to keep you late now."

As you pull away from her, her initial instinct is to reach out and pull you closer again but she manages to compose herself and stops herself from doing it, giving a small nod. "You're right, I should start getting ready." She says quietly, looking up at you and studying your face, trying to read your thoughts. "Your husband will be very happy..." You say as you take a few more steps away to get your bag and jacket. "There's a car ready to take you to the restaurant by the way." You feel a bit bitter about the situation, not wanting her to go back to her husband but you don't show it. You wouldn't want to disturb her evening. She nods at your words, her heart clenching at the mention of her husband and realizing that she had completely forgotten about the fact that she'll be spending the night with him and not you. "Thank you, I'll get going then, honey." "Like that?" You say as you raise an eyebrow and look down at her tank top and bare skin. She looks down at her top and realizes she hasn't changed yet and lets out a soft laugh. "Right. I guess I got distracted and forgot to change." She gets up from the chair she's been sitting on, going to her closet to pick a dress. You smile as you look at her from a little distance.

"I'll leave you to it, see you tomorrow?" She nods while looking through her closet, still feeling you presence by the door as she replies without turning around to look at you. "Yes I'll see you tomorrow dear." You stay still for a moment but since she's not turning to look at you, you assume she's more focused on her husband now and you leave, a little upset by the situation. As you go, she continues to look through the hangers with a sigh. She tries to tell herself that you leaving doesn't matter and that she's only preparing for a night with her husband, who she loves very much. However as she continues to prepare, she can't help but feel a little guilty and disappointed for some reason. And even when she's ready, she can't stop thinking about having you there with her instead. Once you're home, you try to relax but you keep thinking that Kamala is with her husband and you feel even more upset. She's taken but you can't help being jealous and even angry that she's not yours instead.

In the restaurant, Kamala is sitting across from her husband Doug, trying to enjoy the meal but feeling distracted and not fully focused on him as her mind keeps wandering back to you. Even with Doug trying to be sweet and funny, her smile looks hollow and her answers feel auto pilot, almost mindless...

Trying to write quick y'all I promise! But I'm a working gal now yk hehe🎀

-Djedje <3