#brazen quali
Warnings: Language. Smut.
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*
Less than a week later things already seemed to be hitting the fan. You were on a day off from court, papers and files covering your kitchen island and coffee table as you continued your searching. You’d just picked up your phone, immediately hitting Heather’s number, hoping she wasn’t busy in some meeting or announcement, ever thankful when she answered.
“Are you watching this?” You immediately greeted.
“I wish I was, but your elevator doesn’t have live t.v, what’s going on?” She smirked at her reply, hearing the huff of an eye roll you gave in reply.
“He’s using FEMA to pay for shit he really shouldn’t be…” you replied, moving towards your door, unlatching it as you heard the beep from the elevator, dropping the phone from your ear, waiting for Heather to be close enough to hear you, “he thinks he can win the votes by providing jobs he wouldn’t be able to get without funding he shouldn’t have.”
“Okay…” Heather shed her coat, following you into the living room, “is that the worst of our worries?”
“Jackie just announced her official candidacy.” You sighed, turning back to Heather, “I honestly think there’s some kind of conspiracy going on there but there’s nothing to prove it yet. But she just publicly announced her engagement a week before saying she was running.”
“Because?”
“A single woman doesn’t ever stand to get the vote.” You shrugged, “the people want someone with experience…how can you run a country if you’ve never run a family.”
“So I shouldn’t be worried?”
“At this point, no. But now you have a competitor for the women’s vote. And while you have experience with the law, she has her years serving the army….which look fucking great in the eye of the republican. And right now, with you openly endorsing—“
“I know.” Heather cut you off, “Cynthia’s already briefed me on that, and I don’t intend to drop that support. I’m going to continue to represent what I believe in, no matter what the other parties think.”
“Okay.” You sighed softly, “honestly Heather, you’re always going to know what’s best, no matter what any of us say.”
“But it is nice to be the one in charge once in a while isn’t it?” She smirked, pulling a laugh from you.
“Have you met with Doug yet?” You quirked a brow, “I’d be keeping a more careful eye on him now..”
“We did.” Heather nodded, “he seems to be actually interested, but we will continue to keep him at arms length. Cythnia agreed.”
“Good.” You gave her a soft smile. “I have some more work to do before I’m nearly free of Supreme Court dates, but I will meet you in Iowa on Wednesday, make sure we have time to go over everything before the rally.”
“I look forward to it.” She smiled softly at you, distracting herself with shuffling through the papers you’d been going through when she got there, as your phone went off. You had a brief conversation before hanging up with a light sigh.
“An old client of mine just got busted carrying, looks like I’ll be paying a visit to the local precinct.”
“A walk in the park for you.” You laughed,
“Yeah.” You paused while you reorganized your files, “did you need something specific or?”
“Just wanted a brief update, and to hand over these.” Heather pulled a couple of USB drives full of voice memos and electronic paperwork from the last week, dropping them into your hand. You quirked a brow, small grin on your face.
“A meeting that could’ve been an email. Convenient.”
“I was in the neighbourhood.” She smirked, “besides, I enjoy my time with you.” She moved back towards the door as you grabbed your bag, slipping into your coat.
“I’ll walk you out.”
*
The trip to Iowa was an easy one, you wrapped a day in court earlier than you’d hoped, giving you a reasonable amount of time to get to the airport with little to no stress. Heather had a couple of local news t.v spots that afternoon/early evening, leaving you time to check in and shower the airplane feeling off your skin. Changing into pyjama shorts, you threw on a tank and wrapped a fuzzy cardigan around your frame, ordering some room service for dinner, adding a bottle of wine. If you were out of town and in a luxury hotel, you were going to take advantage of it. You’d made enough extra money this year to indulge, and this was the closest thing you’d get to a vacation, that was for sure.
It was nearing eight by the time there was a knock on your door, you placed your laptop aside, moving from the couch to answer the door, slightly surprised when it was just Heather.
“No Cynthia?”
“No,” she waved it off as she followed you back into your suite, “she thinks she ate something bad this morning, trying to sleep it off.”
“Is she going to be okay for tomorrow?”
“If not, that’s why I have you.”
“I’m your lawyer, not your campaign manager.” You laughed,
“But you are the one who knows everything and more than she does.”
“You’ve got me there.”
You offered Heather a glass of wine that she was quick to accept as the two of you settled into the couch to run over everything for the rally the next morning. You knew Cynthia would have already gone over it, but you shot a few extra faux questions at Heather to make sure she was on her toes and ready to answer things she might not expect. You double checked over all of her policies and promises, shuffling a couple of them around in what order you suggested bringing them up.
Room service had dropped off a plate of small desserts with your dinner earlier that the two of you picked at while the wine was refilled, the conversation flowing between work and casual. Once you’d deemed everything was by the legal standard you upheld you started to gather everything back together into the appropriate files/binders. Heather moved to wash her hands first in an attempt to not get your paperwork sticky, pausing slightly in the bathroom as she dried them.
“You have a bumpy flight out here?” She called.
“No?” You shifted on the couch, looking over the back in the direction her voice was coming from, “it was surprisingly smooth.”
“Are you worried about work?”
“No. I won the two Supreme Court cases and made a deal for that misdemeanour.”
“Sostress isn’t the reason you brought this with you then?” She stepped back into view with a soft smirk on her face and you swore you could feel the colour draining from your face. In her hand was the pink rabbit vibe you’d left on the counter to dry after indulging during your shower.
“I-uh…” you were at a loss for words as Heather chuckled, tossing the toy back onto the basin before she began to move through the room.
“It’s only a three day trip honey…are you lonely?” She’d reached the back of the couch by now, her hand curling under your chin to bring your gaze up to hers, your heart was suddenly going a million miles a minute. It was like a moth to the flame, without even realizing it you were rising higher up on your knees until you were practically up to your full height, “if you’re lonely I’d be more than willing to help you out with that.”
“Please…” your words came out in a hot whisper that Heather could feel against her lips. The hand under your chin shifted to cup your cheek and she nearly laughed at the way you leant into the warmth of the touch, your eyes practically fluttering shut.
“Oh you are lonely…”
Heather left you no time to react before her lips met yours in a gentle kiss, testing the waters as her hand slid to curl into your hair. You sighed against her, your body melting at the feeling of her lips on you. Your hands ran up her arms, wrists linking behind her neck as she deepened the kiss, tongue delving into your mouth, the taste of sweets and hint of wine still fresh. You ached for the feeling of her body against yours, frustrated with the back of the couch between you. She felt your small whine of annoyance against her lips, stepping away but not wanting to break the kiss quite yet. Your body instinctively chased hers, only stopping when your hips hit the top of the couch and you jolted, nearly toppling over it. Heather’s hands caught you quickly, a small fit of laughter escaping between the two of you.
Bracing your hand on her arm as you straightened up you popped up to sit on the back of the couch, quickly swinging your legs over it before tugging her back to you tightly. Heather easily slotted herself between your legs as your lips met hers with more ferocity, groaning at the feeling of her pressed up against your core. Her hands slid up your chest, pushing your cardigan off behind you while yours began to toy with the hem of her shirt, fingers tickling lightly at the newly exposed skin. You broke the kiss long enough to shove her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor before diving back against her lips. Your legs easily wrapped around her to help keep your balance perched on the back of the couch. Your hands shifted up to her chest, pinching and twisting at it, bringing her nipples to peaks, she gasped out into the room and you took the advantage to trail your lips down her neck. Her body arched against you when your lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into your mouth while your tongue flicked at it, your fingers mimicking the actions on the other side. Letting it pop out of your mouth your teeth grazed at the curve of her breast, barely sinking in.
“No marks.” She huffed out.
Of course.
“Sorry.” You murmured. Her hand grasped at your chin, pulling you back up to her gaze, a gleam in her eye that you’d now come all to familiar with.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t mark you up.” She smirked, her mouth quickly finding its way to your neck. You groaned the feeling, the heat building in your core, your hips rolling against her body. Her teeth sunk into your pulse point and you yelped.
“Nowhere visible!” You laughed, swatting at her arm, “you’re the one that wants me on camera.” She kissed gently at the spot, soothing the burn with her tongue.
“Then toss me a pillow.” She murmured, you quirked a brow, your eyes widening slightly as her eyes very obviously glanced downwards and then back up to yours. Your hand clenched tighter around the pillow, handing it to her as her free one swatted at your hip. You rose them quickly for her to tug your pyjama shorts down before she dropped to her knees in front of you.
Her hands gripped your knees, sliding slowly up your inner thighs, spreading you wider for her, your hands gripped at the couch tightly, your breath nearly shuddering already. You felt her face nuzzle against your leg, lips trailing up one and then down the other before repeating the action upwards until she was nearly where you wanted it. Heather kissed at the supple skin of your inner thigh, sucking a mark into it torturously slow, when your legs flexed, attempting to tighten around her, she sunk her teeth in hard, pulling a moan from you, one of your hands shooting from the couch to her hair. She smirked against your skin, feeling you shudder again when she bit down again, a small whimper coming from above her.
Shifting her forearm slightly, she pressed it against the other thigh, keeping you spread while her fingers slid through your pussy, groaning at how wet you were already. Your hand tightened in her locks when she slid a finger in, dragging it slowly out of you, curling just enough to barely touch where you needed it most.
“Heather…”
“You ready for me kitten?”
“Yes…please..”
Heather wasted no time, plunging into your pussy with a broad lick of her tongue, flicking against your clit before pulling it into her mouth for a good suck. You groaned, tightening the hand in her hair as she popped off, causing you to whine. She simply smirked, nudging at it with her nose while her tongue returned to your folds, eagerly lapping at the juices leaking out of you. One of her arms wrapped around you, resting at the base of your spine to keep you upright while also pulling your cunt closer to her. You were fucking delectable and she wasn’t sure she could ever get enough, vigorously fucking you with her mouth. Her tongue plunged into you, exploring as much as she could, dragging across your pussy, her lips wrapping around you, lapping and sucking as much of you as she could.
The burning began to build within you, you could feel the heat prickling at your skin, your chest heaving as you felt yourself began to pulsate, eager for more, as much as Heather could give you. And it appeared she could already read your body like an open book, her tongue lapped at you a few more times before two of those glorious fingers sunk deep into you, her lips wrapping around your clit. You whined above her, your head thrown back at the sensation of her tongue writing patterns on your clit while her fingers began to fuck you vehemently. You could barely believe how skilled she was, her fingers curling and dragging right against your gspot with each thrust.
“Fuck..fuck..Heather..” your thighs trembled around her, your orgasm slowly beginning to creep through your body, tingling its way against your skin, leaving shivers in its wake.
“Come for me kitten.” She murmured against your pussy, her fingers tapping inside you as your walls clenched around them, her mouth returning to your pulsing clit.
“Oh God!” Your cry bounced off the walls of the suite, your body shaking in euphoria.
You barely felt Heather’s arm tighten around you, making sure you didn’t fall as she softly fucked you through your orgasm. You did feel her pull away, moving to stand. Your head dropped to her shoulder, panting out your breaths, nuzzling against her skin. Her lips gently met your head, hands caressing down your arms softly.
“You’re really fucking good at that.” You murmured, kissing at her shoulder.
“And here I was thinking I was out of practice.” You practically snorted, sliding off the couch, pulling her lips to yours, groaning at the taste of your juices on her tongue.
“Guess I should return the favour then?”
Smirking, you tugged her back into the bedroom, your lips not leaving hers once, hands exploring every inch of each other that you could. She roughly tugged off the tank you still had on, letting you shove down her pants before you dropped down on top of her on the bed. Your lips broke free of hers to trace down her neck, careful to not be too rough as your hand snuck down her body. You chuckled at the way she eagerly spread her legs for you, giving you even better access to her pussy. Shifting slightly you took a nipple into your mouth as your fingers traced through her folds, chuckling at how easily she drenched your finger tips.
“You get this wet just from getting me off? Hm?” You murmured against her skin, not waiting for an answer before a finger dove in.
You expertly twirled it as you pumped it, noting how her breathing began to increase. Your mouth wrapped around the other side of her chest while you added a second finger, this time curling inside her searching for that special spot. When a loud gasp broke free of her lips you knew you’d found it, her hips beginning to undulate against your hand in a similar rhythm. One of Heather’s hands grasped the roots of your hair, tugging sharply, eliciting a moan from you, your hand nearly stalling its motion, she made a mental note of that while she pulled you back up into a kiss. You swallowed her moans and whines as your fingers continued to fuck her, as you could feel her body begin to tense under you, the slight fluttering of her walls against your fingers, you began to drag the heel of your palm over her clit with ever second thrust. Her nails dug into the flesh of your arm, unable to hold back her groans she broke free of the kiss.
You took advantage of that to sit up on your haunches, now able to watch your hand disappear into her, the other one moving swiftly to begin to roll her clit. You started gently, toying and playing with it, watching as her chest flushed, the way her eyes screwed shut, thrown back against the wall of pillows. It was only when her pussy pulsated around your digits that your hand began rubbing hard and quick circles on her clit. Heather’s soft cries echoed through the room as her orgasm tore through her body, hands clenching at the bedspread while her thighs tightened the best they could around you. You let up with the fingers on her clit, laying soft kisses to her stomach as your other hand slowed, until you were barely fucking her, pulling the pads of your fingers out of her pussy. She watched with that same gleam in her eye as you sucked your digits clean, moaning over the taste. A small smile on her face she tugged you down to her, kissing you deeply, the true tastes of both of you swirling in your mouths.
“Fuck…” she muttered against your lips, causing your to chuckle.
You gently dropped down onto the bed beside her. Heather’s arm wrapped around you pulling you to her, letting you rest your head on her chest while her breathing regulated. You kicked at the sheets until they were somewhat wrapped around you. It was only when your eyelids started to droop that you came to your senses.
“Heather…” you murmured, nudging her chin with your head softly, “you should go back to your room.”
“I will.” She replied, “just wait. Where’s your phone?”
“Coffee table.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll make sure it’s plugged in and the alarm’s set.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Besides, I’m technically your boss…you have to listen to me.” You snorted a laugh out, swatting at her skin, but settling in anyways. You were so close to sleep already anyways, it wouldn’t take long.
Once Heather was sure you were out, she gently slid from your limbs, making sure the sheets were wrapped around you nicely before doing what she promised, slipping her clothes back on before ducking out of your hotel suite. You both had an important day tomorrow, but at least this way you’d be going in completely relaxed.
