Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine
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Washington, D.C. â The Aftermath
The moment Kamala steps away from the podium, the chaos behind her only grows louder. Staffers scramble, the press shouts, and Doug is already on his phone, probably handling damage control.
But Kamala? She just keeps walking.
Straight to you.
You're waiting at the side entrance, away from the cameras, the headlines, the noise. That side entrence felt like a secret spot for you and Kamala at this point. When she reaches you, thereâs no hesitationâshe takes your hand, her fingers slipping through yours like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
"You good?" you ask quietly.
Kamala lets out a soft, tired laugh. "I just upended my entire career in less than five minutes and possibly came out to like- the whole world. So, no. Not really."
You smirk. "Yeah, well. That was dramatic as hell. But it was about time... You sure you donât regret it?"
She squeezes your hand. "Not even a little."
The moment feels suspendedâjust the two of you, standing in the shadow of the most powerful building in the country, holding onto something fragile, something real. Actually holding on for the first time.
Then the doors behind you burst open. You actually jump a little since you got so startled.
"Madam Vice President!" One of her aides is already breathless, jogging up to you both. They were probably running all the way across the White House, and lets be fair the WH is huge."We need you in the West Wing. Now."
Kamala sighs, glancing at you. "Here we fucking go." You give her a gentle smile, she barely swears so that just showed how pissed she was.
The West Wing â Damage Control
If the press conference was an explosion, this is the real fallout.
Her entire team is waiting, a mix of panic and exhaustion written across their faces. Statements are being drafted, phone calls are happening in real-time. Everyone seems like a mess, but who can blame them.
Kamala walks in, the room going silent except for the few ongoing phone calls which can't get put onhold.
Her chief of staff is the first to speak. "Madam Vice Presidentârespectfully, what the hell was that? I don't think you-"
Kamala shrugs off her coat, calm. Stopping the staff from continuing. "That was me telling the truth."
"You just admitted to the world that youâve been hiding a relationship. Possibly a sapphic one- Do you know what this means? The political implications aloneâ"
"Yeah," Kamala interrupts, tone sharp but not unkind. "I do. Which is why I need to know exactly what the fallout looks like."
A pause. Then someone else speaks up. "Senator Reed is already making statements. Sheâs calling for an ethics review. Sheâs implying you abused your position and lied to the american people."
Kamala scoffs. "Thatâs rich, coming from her." She did lie in a certain way, but that was non of anyone's bussines.
Doug, leaning against the wall, finally steps in. "This was always going to happen. But the fact that Kamala got ahead of it? That gives us control over the narrative. Let Reed say whatever she wants. We focus on the truth."
The tension in the room shifts. Itâs still bad, but thereâs a way forward. A plan forming.
Kamala nods. "Alright. Letâs get to work."
Your Apartment â That Night
YBy the time Kamala makes it back to New York -which is 3 days later- it's late when she arrives. Youâre curled up on the couch, giving yourself your daily hour of scrolling through the headlines.
KAMALA HARRIS SHOCKS NATION WITH BOMBSHELL CONFESSION
WHITE HOUSE LOVE AFFAIR: WHO IS SHE?
DOUG EMHOFF RESPONDS TO KAMALA'S PUBLIC REVEAL
You groan. "Jesus, they make it sound like you murdered someone."
Kamala chuckles, kicking off her heels and sinking onto the couch beside you. "Honestly? Feels like I did."
You nudge her. "You sure you'll be okay?"
She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Not really but I do hope so. I meant what I said. I donât regret it."
You set your phone down, turning to face her. "Good. Because neither do I."
She studies you for a moment, then moves closer, resting her forehead against yours. It feels cheesy but comforting in a way. "I know this is going to be hard. But I donât want to do it without you."
Your hands find their way to her face, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "Then donât."
Kamala exhales shakily, then kisses youâslow, deep, like sheâs finally breathing after holding it in for too long. And you kiss back just as passionately.
And for the first time since this entire mess started, you allow yourself to believe.
Because maybe, just maybe, youâre finally done running.
And this time, youâre standing still - together.
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