I'll Cover You

by A. C. Grey

  CHAPTER TEN

  It seemed as if the entire universe were against the two of them consummating their budding relationship. Though Emmy spent a good deal of time with the woman who ran constantly through her thoughts and through her heart, there was little to no time for them to be alone. Crisis after crisis seemed to get in the way. Things were becoming increasingly difficult, the long, slow burn created by forces beyond their control was threatening to quickly turn into an inferno.

  All Kate could think about was touching Emmy. Holding Emmy. Kissing Emmy. Making love to Emmy. Yet, apart from a few stolen kisses, they’d spent the better part of two weeks since their almost-tryst without any real contact. It was driving her insane. She smiled to herself, however, at the plan she had in mind. Barring any unforeseen complications or crises, she and Emmy would be alone soon. She couldn’t wait. She just had to get through this one damn interview first.

  * * * * *

  Kate sat down for a one-on-one interview with one of the nation’s leading TV personalities. It wasn’t something she particularly wanted to do, but figured it was overdue and also couldn’t hurt. She was prepared, however, to field a few tough questions. She just hoped that she could get through it without any major slips. Normally, she’d have been cool, calm and collected. However the lack of Emmaline in her life at the moment was fraying at her nerves and her concentration. The fact that Emmy was standing in position, just off to the side of the camera, did not help things. Every time Kate looked at the interviewer, she could see Emmaline right over her shoulder. She hoped and prayed that her jangled nerves and overly heated body didn’t come across on TV. It would be mortifying. As a public figure and a successful politician, she prided herself on her confidence, her mastery of the spoken word, her ability to handle tough situations. Right now, however, she wasn’t sure where confident Kate had gone. Instead, all she could seem to muster was hormone-crazed, frazzled Kate.

  Kate managed to make it through the first part of the interview, fielding questions on an array of topics, despite a certain gorgeous federal agent who kept sending her smiles at the most inopportune moments. She sensed, however, that the interview was about to head into more treacherous waters. She steeled her nerves and tried to focus anything but what she most wanted to think about – her Emmaline.

  “So tell me, President Stewart. The topic of gay marriage has been in the news again recently. What is your stance on this issue? I know during the election season, you stated that you believed marriage was between one man and one woman, but that you were in favor of domestic partnerships or civil unions. Is that still your view?”

  Emmy sensed Kate’s nerves. She had no idea what Kate was going to say, but knew that no matter what her answer, it would be tough on her. She smiled, hoping to convey her silent support no matter what position Kate chose to take.

  Kate hesitated for just a moment. She’d expected this question and knew what she needed to say. Somehow, however, it was difficult to form the words. She glanced briefly at Emmy, who gave her a small, reassuring smile.

  “That was my stance during the election, that is correct.” Kate began. She paused for a moment to gather herself. “However, I’ve had some additional time to reflect and I’ve had some very good discussions with people close to me, whose opinions I value greatly. I’ve decided that my previous position on this issue was unfair, was not what it needed to be. I hedged. I wasn’t brave enough to stand up for what I believe. But I’ve recently met some . . . people . . . who have helped me gather the courage to do so. I like to believe that I’m someone who stands up for what they believe is right. When I said I favored domestic partnership over gay marriage, I wasn’t really standing up for what I believed in. So yes, my stance has changed. I am unequivocally, 100% in favor of gay marriage.”

  Kate slowly let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her heart was pounding uncontrollably in her chest. There was no going back now. She had probably just harmed her re-election chances, but frankly, she didn’t care. She needed to use the time she had left in office to try and make a real difference. No more being neutral, being wishy-washy. It was time to put the weight and power of the Presidency behind the issue.

  “So you’re saying that you are a supporter of gay marriage? With all the rights and benefits of heterosexual marriage?” The interviewer asked.

  Kate nodded. “That’s right. As someone close to me recently pointed out, anything else is not good enough. When you get into labels and titles and whatnot, you’re really just entering the next era of separate but equal. We cannot truly gain marriage equality until there is no such thing as ‘gay marriage’ and ‘heterosexual marriage,’ until it’s simply ‘marriage’ – with no labels. I truly believe that this is the next great civil rights fight in this country. And I for one will not stand by and turn a blind eye to discrimination and oppression.”

  “Aren’t you afraid that perhaps our country isn’t ready for such a fight? Won’t this hurt your re-election chances?”

  “Perhaps. And I’m sure I’ll get more than a few angry phone calls from members of my party. However, I have to stand up for what I believe is right. I believe that at least part of the reason the American people voted for me was for exactly this reason. They trusted me to take on the tough issues, to stand up for injustice. And that’s what I intend to do.”

  The interviewer nodded and moved on. “You’ve had quite a bit of press coverage of your love life. Any chance you’d give the American public a little dish on that subject? Have anyone special in your life? Any chance there will be a first husband in the White House anytime soon?”

  Kate smiled and made brief eye contact with Emmy. “Frankly, I think the reputation I’ve gotten in the media is a bit undeserved. I’m not quite the Don Juan I’m made out to be.”

  Her eyes flicked unconsciously to Emmy’s again as she continued. “I have actually met someone. It’s still very new and I’m going to keep that part of my life private. I’m very happy at the moment and that’s all I’m going to say.” She smiled briefly and struggled not to look to Emmy again, eager to gauge her reaction.

  “So no White House wedding in the near future?”

  Kate shook her head. “I don’t think so. Even if I wanted to, I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be getting married until gay marriage is legal. It’s something that everyone should have a right to do. Not just straight people.”

  Emmy’s heart swelled and she struggled not to break out into a goofy grin. Kate wrapped up her interview, but Emmy had no idea what was said. All she could focus on was the fact that Kate had come out swinging – in full support of gay marriage. And that she’d mentioned how happy she was with the new person in her life. The dual revelations were overwhelming her. But it was a good kind of overwhelming. She was so . . . happy, so proud, so . . . she didn’t know what else. She just hoped she could steal a few moments with Kate to tell her how much her words had meant.

  * * * * *

  The moment Emmy had been hoping for didn’t come right away. Immediately after Kate’s interview, they’d begun making preparations to fly to New York. Emmy wasn’t sure of the nature of the trip, but was informed she’d be going along. This was not surprising, given the nature of her job. She grabbed the overnight bag she always kept in her car and followed as Kate was whisked away to Air Force One, surrounded by her usual entourage of advisors and aides.

  As soon as everyone was situated on board the plane, Kate was again bombarded by people demanding her attention. She was tired, frustrated, and frankly, needed a few moments to herself. Or at least a few moments where she could be Kate Stewart the woman, not Kate Stewart, the President. Her thoughts were focused on one sole thing . . . and it didn’t involve politics or world affairs.

  As yet another aide approached her with some issue or other requiring her attention, she raised a staying hand. “John, unless this is an absolute emergency, please let it wait. I’ve been going non-stop for days and I need some t
ime alone. I’ll be in my bedroom. Please, let me have this short flight to rest. No interruptions unless it’s an emergency.” John and the other aides nodded and backed away as she rose and headed to the small bedroom located on the second floor of the multi-tiered jet. As was standard protocol, Emmy followed her, prepared to position herself outside the bedroom door.

  Once they were away from prying eyes, Kate grabbed Emmy’s hand and they slowly made their way towards the bedroom. Emmy pulled up short at the doorway, assuming she’d be standing guard outside.

  Kate looked at her with a curious look on her face. “Why aren’t you coming inside?”

  “I just figured this wasn’t really the time or the place for us to be engaging in . . . activities of a personal nature.”

  A slightly wicked grin played across Kate’s face as she pressed Emmy into a nearby wall. “Have you ever heard of the mile high club, Emmaline?” Kate whispered into Emmy’s ear.

  Emmy’s mouth immediately went dry, the sex practically oozing from Kate’s voice. “Uh . . . yeah,” she finally rasped. The way this woman could turn her on in a matter of seconds amazed her. She could feel the desire immediately pooling between her legs.

  “Care to become a member? With me. Right. Now.” Kate emphasized her words by thrusting her leg between Emmy’s thighs, repeatedly pressing it against Emmy’s core with each word.

  Emmy let out a surprised gasp, biting her lip to stifle the moan that immediately bubbled to the surface. “Please, babe. Yes, please . . .”

  Needing no further encouragement, Kate grabbed her and pushed them both into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them. Emmy’s knees hit the back of the bed and she fell back, Kate immediately crashing atop her, melding their bodies, her lips, hands attacking every inch of Emmy’s body.

  Emmy made quick work of Kate’s suit jacket, tossing it aside with little care for any wrinkles that might result. She reached up and undid the buttons on the President’s very conservative and proper dress shirt, while Kate attacked Emmy’s neck with her lips. A satisfied smirk spread across Emmy’s lips as a very sexy and totally improper hot pink lacy bra made an appearance as Kate’s shirt was discarded. Emmy reached up and palmed one of Kate’s breasts, teasing her taut nipple through the lacy material. Kate let out a small groan as Emmy reached behind and deftly unhooked her bra, leaving Kate completely topless as she straddled Emmy’s hips. Kate reached up and took the clip out of her hair, blonde locks falling loosely at her bare shoulders. This removed the last vestiges of the conservative, professional persona that she so carefully crafted each day. It drove Emmy wild with desire.

  Kate peppered Emmy’s face with kisses as she attempted to push the suit jacket off the brunette’s shoulders. “Too. Many. Clothes,” she mumbled as she pulled Emmy up into a sitting position so she could rid her of her jacket and top. Emmy’s clothes went flying and she gasped slightly as Kate practically ripped her bra off before capturing one of her breasts in her mouth. Emmy groaned in pleasure as Kate teased and nipped at her breast, swirling the tightening bud around her tongue. After a few moments of this attention, Kate pushed Emmy back down against the bed.

  Kate slowly, sensuously, kissed her way down Emmy’s body. Goosebumps broke out across Emmy’s skin as she struggled to maintain some control of her senses as Kate planted wet, lingering kisses over her breasts and stomach.

  Kate smiled as she continued her trail, reveling in the feel of Emmy’s contracting muscles, her increased breathing, all signs that Emmy was as turned on as she was. She slowly, teasingly, splayed her fingers across Emmy’s abdomen, lightly playing at the waistband of Emmy’s pants. She danced her fingers across Emmy’s waist, her hips, her thighs, lightly scratching, tickling, toying with Emmy, but never proceeding past that point, never grazing the area where Emmy so desperately needed contact.

  Frustrated, Emmy arched her hips, attempting to make contact with Kate, needing, so desperately, to get some relief. “Kate . . . please,” she whispered, struggling to maintain focus on anything but the burning between her legs.

  “Please what?” Kate teased.

  “You damn well know what. Please, Kate. Please, I need you to . . . to make me come. Please . . .”

  Kate’s arousal reached new heights at the sound of Emmy’s frustrated and desperate pleas. Knowing that the time for teasing was over, Kate made quick work of both Emmy’s pants and underwear. She took a moment to savor the unique feminine scent that was totally Emmaline before plunging her tongue into Emmy’s center. Kate savored the wetness she found there, knowing she’d been the cause of it made her all the more aroused.

  Emmy’s fingers threaded through Kate’s blonde locks, holding her in place as she ran her tongue along her slick folds. Emmy let out a low moan as Kate circled her clit with her lips, slowing drawing her out. Emmy whimpered, begging for more, bucking her hips slightly to meet Kate’s mouth. Obeying Emmy’s wishes, Kate slipped two fingers into her opening, quickly building a relentless pace as she swept her tongue over Emmy’s bundle of nerves.

  Kate reached her free hand up to still the squirming and thrusting of Emmy’s hips. Finally, losing herself in Emmy’s taste, Kate lost all semblance of control and began sucking Emmy’s bud hungrily with wild abandon. Kate continued to thrust into Emmy, curling her fingertips slightly to hit that special spot deep within. Emmy’s cries came in an uncontrollable stream, matched with Kate’s unending thrusts. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Emmy let out a scream of pure unadulterated passion as she dug her fingers slightly into Kate’s scalp, hips bucking uncontrollably as she crashed over the edge into oblivion. Kate smiled slightly as she felt Emmy’s walls contract around her fingers. She continued slowly moving in and out as Emmy’s hips continued to rock, riding the last waves of her climax. As Emmy finally stilled, breasts heaving, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, Kate looked up, a satisfied smirk on her face.

  “So now what, Emmaline?” Kate said from between Emmy’s legs, a devilish look in her eyes.

  Emmy grinned as she looked down at the tousled blonde locks of the half-dressed woman before her. “Just give me a minute . . . and then . . . I plan to fuck the President’s brains out.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  “Just give me a minute . . . and then . . . I plan to fuck the President’s brains out.”

  Kate’s throat went dry at the serious and sultry tone of Emmy’s voice, and when she figured in the content of her words, Kate was left nearly speechless. Struggling to maintain her tough, dominant exterior, she managed to respond in what she felt was a somewhat nonchalant manner. “Oh really? Why don’t you show me what exactly you intend to do to the President. I’m sure she’ll want me to test it out first to make sure your techniques are . . . acceptable.”

  Emmy laughed before pulling Kate up so that they were face-to-face, before quickly rolling over so that she was on top of the blonde. She captured Kate’s mouth in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing, as she tasted herself on Kate’s lips.

  Finally stopping for breath, Emmy slowly slid Kate’s pants down over her hips and tossed them aside. Suddenly, pulled up short and laughed, locking eyes with Kate.

  “What?” Kate asked, confused as to the source of Emmy’s sudden humor.

  “Your socks, Kate. Seriously?”

  “What? So I like alligators. Is that a problem?” Kate asked, referring to her bright green socks shaped like an alligator’s head.

  “Not at all, babe. I kind of love them.” Emmy said, placing a chaste kiss on Kate’s slightly pouty lips. “Now where was I?” Emmy husked, the sensual tone of her voice suddenly refocusing the mood on a decidedly more serious topic.

  She removed Kate’s ridiculous socks before beginning to play her fingertips across Kate’s lacy pink panties. She placed gentle, brief kisses across Kate’s thighs and abdomen, slowly tracing the outline of the fabric. She then gently bit down on the elastic waistband, teasingly slipping her tongue underneath the cloth to further tease the sensitive skin she found
there.

  Kate let out a frustrated groan. “Emmaline . . . please.” She said, silently cursing herself for having teased Emmy not minutes before. Clearly two could play at this game and Emmy was enjoying her turn as the tormentor immensely. Emmy then gently blew cool air over the skin she had just moistened with her tongue, causing goose bumps to break out across Kate’s smooth skin. This elicited another groan from Kate as she raised her hips slightly, attempting to gain the contact she so desperately needed.

  Emmy pushed Kate’s hips back down onto the bed before taking the panties in her teeth and slowly, painstakingly dragging them down the blonde’s legs before finally removing them.

  Emmy snaked her hand between Kate’s legs swiftly parting her saturated folds. Kate let out a gasp of pleasure and relief at the long awaited contact. Not wasting any time, Emmy quickly entered her, moving her fingers in and out of the blonde, eager to repay the favor Kate had just done for her. Instinctively, Kate wrapped both of her legs around Emmy’s hips, anxious to add as much force to their matched thrusts as possible.

  Emmy added additional pressure with her hips, fingers moving harder, faster, deeper . . .