by A. C. Grey
Emmy swallowed hard and smiled awkwardly. Her stomach roiled with nerves – public speaking had always been frightening for her and the room seemed to be teeming with hundreds of people . . . all staring at her. She looked nervously at Kate, who nodded and smiled reassuringly, gently squeezing her hand, which was hidden behind the podium.
“Uh . . . um . . . Hi. My name is Emmy Harris and I’m a federal agent serving on the President’s detail. I just wanted to tell you that you weren’t too far off. The President is dating a Secret Service agent. You just got the wrong agent. I’m the woman Kate was talking about. I’m the agent she’s involved with. And, going back to what she said. I’m ready. Ready for this spotlight. Because Kate Stewart is an amazing woman and I want everyone to know how much I love her. And how much you should love her, admire her, for doing the incredibly brave thing she did today. This country is very, very lucky to have a woman like Kate leading them, just as I’m incredibly lucky to have her in my life. We all have a lot to be thankful for. Thank you.” Emmy smiled nervously and placed a quick peck on Kate’s cheek before they headed offstage, hand-in-hand.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
As they left the stage, Kate pulled Emmy into a fierce hug. “Thank you, Emmaline. So much.” She grabbed Emmy’s hand again and led them towards to the Oval Office. As she did so, she called over her shoulder to Beth. “You’ll make sure we’re not disturbed for a bit?”
Beth nodded.
Once they were safely behind closed doors, Kate pulled Emmy into another hug, burying her face in Emmy’s hair, taking in the familiar and comforting scent of her girlfriend. “ You didn’t have to do that,” she murmured into Emmy’s hair.
As Kate pulled back from the embrace, Emmy could see unshed tears shining in her bright blue eyes. This was a large departure from the stoic, confident woman she was used to seeing. “Yes I did,” Emmy finally replied.
“Why?” Kate asked, searching Emmy’s eyes for an answer.
Emmy offered a small smile, keeping her arms firmly around Kate’s waist. “Because I love you. And because you’re the one. Like you said. You’re it for me, Kate Stewart. Why would I want to hide that?”
“But the media. The scrutiny . . .” Kate trailed off.
Emmy smiled again and brought a hand up to cup Kate’s cheek, tracing circles with her thumb. “Screw that. I’ll deal. I want to be with you, Kate. All of you. Even President you. That means being public and I’m okay with it. We’ll muddle through this. Together.” Emmy laced her fingers through Kate’s hand and brought their joined hands up to her lips, kissing Kate’s knuckles gently.
Kate shook her head slightly. “You’re amazing, Emmaline Harris.”
“No, you’re the amazing one,” Emmy replied. “Not many people would have put themselves out there like you did, bearing their soul and their personal business for the good of the country. That took guts, Kate and I am so proud of you. You make me proud to be a woman. Proud to be a member of the LGBT community. Just . . . proud to be an American. You are what we all should strive to be.”
Overwhelmed and unable to speak, Kate pulled Emmy in for a fiery kiss. Pulling their bodies flush together, Kate’s hands roved over every inch of Emmy’s body and their tongues clashed in a heated duel. Emmy moaned into the kiss as she snaked her arms around Kate’s waist.
Before Kate knew what was happening, Emmy had pushed them backwards, Kate’s backside suddenly hitting the desk behind her. Emmy released her grip on Kate’s hips long enough to roughly clear the contents of the desktop with her arm. Pencils, papers, and other objects went clattering to the floor. Before she had time to react, Kate felt Emmy pushing her backwards onto the desk, her mouth and hands roaming over every inch of her body.
Emmy’s hands made their way down to Kate’s stomach, teasingly drawing patterns there, before making their way back up again, cupping her breasts through her blouse. Emmy quickly rid Kate of her suit jacket, taking time to remove her own as well, before returning her attentions to Kate’s already rigid nipples. Their tautness sent waves of desire coursing through Emmy as she thumbed Kate’s hard tips lightly. They grew even more erect, straining at their fabric confines.
Kate moaned, pulling her mouth away from Emmy’s, eyes shut, mouth agape with ecstasy. Emmy continued to tease Kate’s nipples atop her clothing, savoring the delayed gratification of skin-on-skin. Just the thought of attaching her mouth to Kate’s perfect buds made Emmy beyond wet, and she squeezed her legs together, her clit throbbing at the thought.
As if reading her mind, Kate panted in Emmy’s ear. “Emmaline . . . please . . . I need . . .”
“You need what?” Emmy replied.
“I need your lips on my skin. Please. Get rid of these damn clothes.”
Emmy wasted no time, ripping apart Kate’s shirt, buttons scattering across the desk and floor. Her mouth was immediately upon one of her girlfriend’s breasts, soaking the silky material of the bra as her tongue traced circles around her nipple.
Frustrated, Kate arched her back, eager for more contact. “Emmaline . . . please . . .”
Sensing that the time for teasing was over, Emmy reached around and with a quick flick of her fingers, clasped the offending garment, freeing Kate’s perfectly luscious breasts. Emmy paused for a moment, admiring them as Kate’s chest rose and fell, heaving slightly with desire and anticipation. Kate’s hand came up to Emmy’s head, slowly guiding it to her chest. Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Emmy latched onto a nipple and Kate’s immediate gasp of pleasure gave her all the motivation she needed.
Kate closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation as Emmy attacked first one breast and then the other. Emmy sucked and stroked with her tongue, varying her pace, nibbling just enough to drive Kate wild. So couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet.
As she lavished attention on Kate’s breasts, Emmy slowly spread her girlfriend’s legs with her thigh, wanting so badly to feel Kate’s hot center against her own. Emmy pushed Kate further back onto the desk before climbing atop her, pressing her own center down against Kate.
Kate’s hips rose up to meet Emmy’s, begging for friction that Emmy was only too happy to provide. Emmy ground down into Kate, as she felt the burning pleasure begin to course through her. Emmy struggled to pace herself, not wanting to come too soon as Kate continued to meet her thrusts. Both of them struggled to breath, the room silent but for their heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure. Needing to feel Kate’s arousal, Emmy pulled back a little and reached between their writhing bodies. She found the clasp and zipper of Kate’s pants and silently unfastened them before snaking her hand down into her girlfriend’s drenched panties.
As Emmy began to rub her palm teasingly against Kate’s core, Kate let out a spurt of delicious gasps and moans, unable to think of anything but the pleasure building within her. Emmy smirked slightly as she watched Kate’s face begin to contort, eyelids flicker, mouth slightly open as she gasped with desire. Her fingers danced lightly over Kate’s folds before slipping inside her.
Kate gasped at the welcomed invasion. “Oh, yes! Emmaline . . .” Was all she managed as her hips bucked to meet Emmy’s thrusting hand. Emmy struggled to maintain her own composure, wanting Kate to make her come. Still, just the sight and sounds of her girlfriend, panting, thrusting, gasping, nearly did her in right then and there. Emmy steeled herself, concentrating on bringing Kate to climax, willing herself to endure this sweet, pure torture. As she continued pumping into Kate, Emmy began to work her clit slowly with her thumb, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of her ministrations.
Kate began to repeatedly gasp, breathlessly rasping Emmy’s name and Emmy could tell that she was close. “You’re almost there, babe. Come for me. Let it go. I want to feel you come against me.”
Emmy’s words spurred Kate on as her hips began to buck wildly against her girlfriend. Lights and colors exploded behind Kate’s eyes as her climax hit her. “Oh God . . . fuuuuccck . . . Emmaline . . . fuuuckk meee
. . .” Kate moaned as spasm after spasm rocked her body. Emmy continued slowly working Kate’s center, eliciting each and every last drop of pleasure that could be had. Finally, she withdrew her hand and gently kissed Kate’s face, her closed eyelids, her parted lips, as she recovered.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Kate regained her ability to speak. “Emmaline . . . that was . . . that was . . . I don’t know what . . . Just . . .”
Emmy chuckled softly into Kate’s shoulder, enjoying the fact that the normally verbose woman was at such a loss for words. Before Emmy knew what hit her, Kate had squirmed out from under her and had climbed atop her, pinning her wrists to the desk. There was a mischievous glint in Kate’s eyes that shot new flames of desire through Emmy’s core.
“My turn. You fucked the President on the desk in the Oval Office. Since I’m the President and this is my office, I think it’s only fair that I get to return the favor.”
The return of bossy Kate sent thrills running through Emmy and she swallowed hard. After the fucking hot way that Kate had just come beneath her, Emmy was practically willing to beg Kate to take her at this point. “Please do, Madame President. Show me who’s the boss.” Emmy said, a smirk playing across her lips. Emmy tried to play it cool, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d needed to come this badly.
Kate, sensing Emmy’s urgency, quickly slid her hand down between her girlfriend’s legs, moving up and down, the friction instantly driving Emmy wild. She couldn’t think anymore. The only thing Emmy could focus on was her overwhelming need to come. Right then and there. “Kate . . . Oh God . . . please. Just . . . touch me . . . now . . .” Emmy managed, between gasps.
Emmy lost all ability to focus as Kate’s hand slipped beneath her clothes and into Emmy’s soaked panties. Emmy nearly stopped breathing as Kate’s fingers found her. It was blissful torture as Kate’s hand explored her flesh, teasing, tickling.
Kate smiled as she watched Emmy writhe beneath her, lips slightly parted, eyes closed, brow furrowed as her hips arched off the desk, desperate for the deeper contact that would bring her release. As Kate entered her girlfriend, Emmy let out a low, guttural moan, rocking her body to meet Kate’s, as they quickly built up a passionate tempo.
Kate began flicking her thumb recklessly across Emmy’s bundle of nerves. This sent a deep, torturous sort of pleasure through Emmy, rippling outwards from her core throughout her body. Unable to even form words, Emmy screamed, body shuddering, shaking as she succumbed to the climax overtaking her. Kate stayed with her, holding her, stroking her, until Emmy’s body finally began to calm.
They held each other in silence before slowly drifting off, limbs entwined, breathing matched.
Later, though how much later she couldn’t be sure, Kate awoke, half naked and still atop her desk, her girlfriend slumbering beside her. She smiled at the thought of Beth walking in on them like this. She’d probably never get over the shock. She silently wondered if any of the famed Presidents before her had used this desk for similar activities. If not, they’d definitely missed out. She couldn’t remember anything quite so fucking hot.
Emmy stirred next to her. She smiled lazily and brought a hand gently to Kate’s cheek before drawing her in for a slow kiss. “So . . . we should probably get dressed.”
Kate smiled back and nodded. “Probably so.”
“I was thinking . . . “ Emmy began as they stood up and began to fix their clothes.
“Yeah? What about?” Kate asked as she pulled a spare blouse out of a nearby closet, needing to replace the one Emmy had destroyed.
“I was wondering if you might like to . . . um . . . now that we’re all official and everything . . .”
“Emmaline, just spit it out.” Kate said, smiling with bemusement at Emmy’s nervousness.
“I was wondering if you’d meet my parents . . .” Emmy finally asked.
Kate nodded. “Uh . . . sure.” She responded. Of course she needed to meet Emmy’s parents, but at the same time, the thought filled her with dread. Meeting the parents was always scary. She also knew, from inquiries she’d made, that Emmy’s father was a ruthless businessman and not someone to trifle with. But she shook it off. She was the President of the United States. A mere meeting with her girlfriend’s parents should not . . . and would not . . . fill her heart with dread . . . or at least that’s what she told herself.
Emmy could sense Kate’s unease, despite her quick agreement to the meeting. However, before she could say anything, Beth knocked. After Kate told her to come in, Beth entered.
Beth’s eyes quickly scanned the room and noticed the completely clear desktop and the accompanying mess on the floor. She marched over to Kate’s intercom and called her assistant. “Yes, this is Beth. We’ve had a little . . . uh . . . mishap . . . can you have someone come in here to clean up a little mess. Thank you.” With that, she turned to Kate as if nothing was amiss. “Kate, if you’re done . . . uh . . . consulting . . . with Agent Harris, we need to speak about the budget.”
Kate nodded and smiled. Leave it to Beth to act as if nothing had happened. The things this woman had seen . . .
CHAPTER TWENTY
The day after their big revelations happened to be one of Emmy’s scheduled days off. Despite intending to spend a lazy morning in Kate’s bed, Emmy had awoken early, laying there and pondering the events of the previous day. Her girlfriend had long ago abandoned her for the meetings, phone calls and other assorted chaos that filled practically every waking hour of the President’s life. Of course, as Emmy thought with a slight pang of guilt and worry, today would probably be even more hectic than usual, given the expected media frenzy and possible outcry from various circles over what had occurred at the press conference. She just wished things could be easier, wished the status of their relationship, of whom Kate loved, could be a non-issue. Maybe by the time her future children or grandchildren were grown, such things would be irrelevant. At least she could hope.
The ringing of the phone brought Emmy out of her reverie. She rolled over and grabbed the offending device off the bedside table. She let out a sigh of trepidation as she saw who was calling . . . her father. She loved her dad dearly, but had hoped to perhaps postpone the inevitable interrogation she knew as coming for at least a day or two. As much as she was dying to introduce the woman she loved to her family, she was afraid of subjecting Kate to her father’s cross examination too soon. Granted, she’d already broached the subject with her girlfriend, but that was simply so that Kate wasn’t completely unprepared whenever that meeting happened.
Running a nervous hand through her hair, Emmy answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Honey?” Her father’s familiar voice rang through the receiver.
“Hi Daddy. What’s up?” Emmy tried to act casual.
“What’s up? Seriously, Emmaline? You and I both know. What. Is. Up.” He enunciated the last three words, letting her know that he was not in the mood to beat around the bush.
“Yes, Daddy,” Emmy replied.
“So you are involved with the President. When exactly were you planning on telling me this? And do you think that’s wise? Dating such a public figure?”
“Yes, I do,” Emmy replied curtly.
“You’ll be irrevocably thrust into the public eye. You really should have thought more before running off your mouth in front of the press like that. I love you, Emmaline, but you always tend to think with your heart and not your head. I’m not certain you know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m sure she’s a very nice woman, but . . .”
Exasperated, Emmy cut him off. “She’s more than nice, Daddy. She’s amazing. She’s kind. She’s intelligent. She’s funny. She’s . . . she’s . . . everything to me. I love her so much.” Emmy struggled to contain her emotion, feeling herself begin to choke up. She took a breath and continued. “So yes, I realize what I’ve gotten myself into. I know it will be hard. I know that it’ll be frustrating. But she’s worth it, Daddy.”
“V
ery well. I can tell that you’re serious about her and that you obviously love her very much. I was just worried you’d done something rash. Clearly I was wrong to worry. So it’s time that I meet this young woman. Please find out if she’s available for coffee tomorrow.”
“Daddy. You’re forgetting who she is. The President of the United States can’t be expected to drop everything to be interrogated by her girlfriend’s overprotective father – and yes I know that’s what you intend to do,” Emmy said.
“If she’s serious about you, she’ll make it work,” he replied, matter-of-factly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Emmy sighed in resignation. “Fine. I’ll ask her. But no promises.”
“Thank you, honey. I look forward to meeting the girl who’s caused you to lose all common sense. She must be quite something.”
Emmy sighed again and replied softly. “She is, Daddy. She really is.”
