Come along

For the rest of the week Kamala and yourself work together and grow closer. It's Friday, one day before her flight to California and you're both working late. It's dark in the room and you lean back to rub your forehead and stretch from the long hours you stayed on your computer. Kamala is sitting at her desk, working through stacks of paperwork with a serious and focused look on her face. Her eyes flick up when you lean back in the chair. "You tired, honey?" You shake your head lightly. "Nah I'm good." You brush off as you massage the back of your neck and hide a little yawn with your other hand. A slight chuckle escapes her lips as she watches you put up a front, trying to act like you're fine when in fact you're definitely tired. "Nah I'm good." She copies your voice playfully with a little giggle. "Sure, you're feeling perfectly fine while yawning and rubbing your neck like that." "Hey! That's not how I sound!" You pout lightly. "It's getting late that's all, but I'm okay." She chuckles at your reaction, enjoying the sight of your cute pout. "It was a pretty accurate impression, honey. And you're right dear, it's almost 3am." She looks at the time and then looks back at you, amused by your denial and stubbornness.

"Damn already? We've been at it for hours then." You say as you check the time as well to make sure she's right. She nods slowly, standing up and stretching her legs after sitting for so long. She walks around the desk, standing on your side before looking down at you. "We really have, you've been working nonstop." She glances at your face, taking in your tired but pretty features as you lean back in the chair. You exhale and look up at her next to you. "I can keep going Kamala, I'm a night owl usually." She shakes her head and smiles softly, putting her hand on your shoulder and gently massaging it. "You're not a "night owl" right now though, sweetheart. You're clearly exhausted." Her hand slowly moves up and down your shoulder, giving a small massage to release the tension in your body. You close your eyes and let a little hum at her touch. "Okay you might be right, I'm perhaps a little tired..." She laughs silently at your hum and the way you admit it, enjoying how quickly you give in to her once she starts touching you. She continues to gently massage your shoulder while speaking, gently squeezing the muscles. "Only a little? You're practically falling asleep right now darling."

"Hmm no I'm not..." Your voice fades a little as you appreciate her touch and attention. She grins at your quiet and sleepy response, her touch growing slightly stronger on your shoulder as she moves to massage your neck and the back of your head. Her fingers brush a few loose strands of hair behind your ear slowly. "Mhm sure you're not, I'm totally convinced, sweetie." You smile subtly as you feel her hands. "Meanie..." You whisper under your breath teasingly. Her heart aches slightly at the cute way you call her a "meanie", as if she's bullying you just by taking care of you. Her mouth tilts up in a smile, and she moves to gently ruffle your hair while speaking. "Yeah? You think so? Because you don't sound that convincing, honey. You sound like a half-asleep little baby right now." You giggle softly and look up at her above you in amusement. "C'mon you know what I mean..." She smiles back at you, her heart fluttering at the soft giggle. "Oh I know what you mean, but I like teasing you. Especially when you can't find a way to talk back at me because your brain is tired." She says jokingly as her fingers brush through your hair, carefully untangling a few small knots from the locks.

"Very little of you to pick on somebody weaker than you are Kamala." You say as you keep looking up at her and you lean a bit backwards on your chair. She raises an eyebrow at your response. "Oh please, you're hardly weaker than me honey. You're just too tired and cute to come up with a proper comeback right now." She says with a smirk, her fingers running through your hair idly as she moves to massage your scalp. "Yea but you're having fun with it- oh feels nice..." You hum as you feel her fingers on your scalp. "I am having way too much fun, you have no idea. You're adorable when you let me take care of you. Especially when you sound like you're going to fall asleep at my feet any second now." She replies in a gentle tone as her fingers keep moving slowly, touching the sensitive spots on your head. "You don't need me to be tired to fall at your feet..." You mutter out without thinking as you relax from her touch.  She freezes at your low murmur, her fingers stopping in your hair for a moment as she listens to your words. A million thoughts and emotions rush through her head, but she manages to respond with a lighthearted tone after a few seconds. "Is that right, honey? I don't need you to be tired to have you on your knees at my feet?" She bends down slightly to speak in a lower voice closer to your ear.

"T-that's not what I meant..." You say lowly, keeping your eyes closed as you feel a little shiver from her breath on your ear. She grins at the way you shiver and speak, knowing fully well what you meant and enjoying the way you try to backtrack. "Oh that's not what you meant, huh? Then what did you mean, sweetie?" She asks teasingly, still speaking close to your ear in a low voice, wanting to keep having this effect on you. "I meant that... it's my job to be helpful to you, I said it in that sense..." You try to save it but keep trembling lightly as you feel her closeness. "Uh-huh, I see. Being helpful to me and listening to my orders? That's what you mean?" "Yes, yes that's it..." She laughs softly at the way you quickly agree, enjoying the way you try to save your own ass and the sight of you sitting below her. "Good girl. I like that you know your position so well. You do know you work for me, right honey?" You reply a little submissively. "Yes you're my boss Kamala." She smiles and gently lifts your chin to make you look into her eyes. "Hmm, say that again." "You're my boss." You repeat in a whisper as you look up at her, your eyes glowing a little in the dark room.

She looks into your eyes with darkened gaze, her mouth going dry at how sexy and pretty you look looking up at her just like a good little girl. Her voice is quiet and almost breathless as she speaks in a low tone. "Good. And you know what that means, sweetie?" "I obey you..?" You whisper a little shyly. Her hand slides down from your chin, slowly moving to gently brush against the side of your face with the back of her fingers. "Mmhm... that's exactly right, honey. You will listen to me and do whatever I say, won't you?" "Yea that's... my job." You keep looking up at her but shift gently in your seat. She continues to run her fingers against your cheek gently, watching you shift in your seat and feeling satisfaction from your words. The power she feels from you being so obedient is almost too enthralling and the need to test how much control she has over you grows, making her speak in a firm and authoritative tone. "Good girl. Now stand up, come closer." You do as she says, standing up to stand in front of her while your heart is racing faster and faster. "Good girl. Don't look so nervous, sweetie." She steps closer until you're less than an inch apart, letting her hand run down along your arm slowly.

"Kamala... that's not- that's not good..." You manage to mutter out as you feel her body against yours and look into her eyes. A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your body against hers, the electricity and heat between the two of you is pretty intense. She knows it's not good, she knows she shouldn't be doing this, but she doesn't care at the moment. "Why is it not good, honey? Do you think you shouldn't be this close to your boss?" "Yes but not only that, you're the president, you have a husband and I'm so much younger... Plus we're both tired and not thinking straight." You suggest, taking a subtle step back. That does make her take pause for a second, the mention of her husband and your age difference, the fact you're both tired and not fully in your right mind. However, she's too entranced by you to step back just yet, her heart aching because she knows you're right, and her mind conflicted. "You're right, sweetie, you're really right..." "Come on it's late, let's finish work and go home..." You suggest as you glance at the clock noticing you're getting closer to 4am. She glances at the clock too, seeing how late it is. And the fact that she's supposed to be in bed with her husband and not with you in her office.

She clears her throat, and finally takes a step back, trying to put some space between you both. "Right, you're right. We have to finish our job and go home, we can't spend the night here..." You nod and put a hand on the desk as to keep your balance and you glance at your computer. "Everything is ready for your flight tomorrow I think..." You say, mentioning the most important thing for tonight. She nods as well, trying to calm herself down and focus on the job. She glances at your computer too as she speaks. "Thank you sweetie. The files and everything are ready? Nothing else to do before I go?" "No it's fine. They just asked if there's any additional passengers but the essential members of your team already have their tickets so I think we're good." She lets out a sigh of relief, feeling her heart and mind gradually calming down as the conversation becomes more professional. "Right, that's good. You did a good job honey." She smiles at you, trying not to focus too much on the "additional passengers" comment. "I'll see you in a week I guess then..." You say, trying to hide the little disappointment from not seeing her for a while.

She can hear the disappointment in your voice and it makes her heart ache once again. "Yeah... a week... I'll see you in a week. But-" She stops herself from speaking, biting her lip lightly instead. You look at her silently, noticing she wants to add something. She shakes her head and clears her throat, wondering for a moment if it's even smart to ask. But the words come tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop herself. "I just... could you maybe come with me? I could really use your help on this trip..." You're a little surprised by the demand. "You think..?" She nods and tries to hide the slightly hopeful expression in her face. "Yes. I really think I need you by my side on this trip. I could use your help, sweetie. You've been so good at taking care of me so far, I'd feel a lot better with you there." "Well I... I guess I could come but I have nothing prepared tough." You try to reply calmly to hide the excitement and anticipation of traveling with her. "Don't worry about that honey. I'll take care of it, okay?" "You sure? I don't want to cause you additional work..." She shakes her head and smiles. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. I'm the president, I have people to handle a little extra work."

You think for a second then nod. "Okay I'll go pack my stuff and be at the airport tomorrow."

She swallows heavily, trying not to show how excited she is at your answer. Her mind is reeling at the thought of you being with her for the next week. "Yes, yes honey. I'll see you at the airport tomorrow then, okay? Let me know when you're ready, and I'll come pick you up personally." You have little frown at that. "You mean a driver right?" She laughs lightly at your question. "No honey, I'm gonna pick you up myself. Can you keep that a secret for me? Don't tell anyone about it, okay?" "Oh okay, but you know it's not very cautious to be on your own, without your team and security I mean." She tries to ignore your comment, letting out an amused exhale as she speaks. "You're so cute, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I don't need a security team every second, I'm allowed to have some freedom." She winks a little at you. "Okay, thank you then Kamala!" You smile warmly at her, grateful for her offer. She nods with a soft smile on her face. "You're welcome, sweetie. I'll come pick you up at 9:30, okay? Don't forget your passport."

"Yea I promise!" You don't think as you give her a quick embrace and leave happily. "Oh-" She's caught off guard by your abrupt hug, her body responding instinctively and returning the hug by pulling you a little closer as she holds you for a moment. "Okay... bye then, honey. See you tomorrow."

Because y'all wanted tension lmao 🎀

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