A Redemption Earned Ch 8

Heather Dunbar x reader
Warnings: language, mentions of past angst.

Heather had spent her Sunday afternoon tidying up around the house, cleaning any leftover dust and grime left from the movers who’d brought the last of the things from the mansion over that weekend. She’d been focused on getting the firm up and running to her standards first, figuring that a professional appearance was more important than her home for the time being. It served as a place to eat and sleep, occasionally work from when she didn’t want to be at the office any longer. After making sure she had her work bag packed, she prepped a couple of easy meals for lunches, and left a folder on the kitchen island to go over before going to bed that night.

She was relatively fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy robe, skincare routine done, staring at her closet trying to figure out what to wear when the phone rang. She answered it without really thinking or checking who was calling, figuring at the odd time it was probably work.

“Dunbar?”

“Hey.” Your voice rang through the receiver and she couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her cheeks, “it’s me.”

“Didn’t expect to hear from you.” She replied, flicking through items in her closet.

“I hate to start like this… but how mad would you be if I bailed on tonight?” She could hear the dejected tone in your voice and her smile fell to a frown.

“Did something come up?”

“Not exactly. It’s my own doing really. I just left a pile of homework marking to the last minute and completely forgot about it until I got home, which was about five minutes ago.”

“Oh… okay. Well, we could reschedule…” She offered, hoping the disappointment wasn’t evident in her voice.

“I really do want to see you again, and it won’t take me too long to finish it, but it’s been a fucking day, and I would rather jump off a cliff than actually go out tonight. I just want sweatpants and a glass of wine, you feel me?” You gave a huff of a laugh and Heather chuckled, relief flowing through her that you weren’t making up excuses.

“Oh I do.” She paused, pulling out comfy clothes from her closet, tossing them onto her bed, “a night in can do wonders. Hey… if you’re up for it, why don’t you come here? I could cook us dinner?”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She let out a small laugh, “and there is no dress code required. Sweatpants fully encouraged.”

“God you really are a lifesaver, you know that?” you smiled into the phone, “text me your address? I’ve got to shower quick, probably be over in like, thirty?”

“Perfect.”

**

Heather almost missed the sound of your knock over the playlist echoing through the main level of the house, pausing only to turn the burner down before answering the door.

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, the two of you stepping closer together, lips brushing against the other’s cheeks quickly.

“Make yourself at home.” Heather replied, making sure the door was properly shut behind you, crossing back through the living room to the kitchen. After stepping out of your shoes and hanging your sweater on one of the hooks you followed her, settling at the kitchen island with the bag of papers.

“It smells great.”

“Barely started.” She replied with a grin, glancing over her shoulder she caught you rubbing a hand over your face, letting out a small yawn, “god kitten you look exhausted.” You felt your cheeks heat at the use of a pet name, that certainly woke you up quick.

“That is also my own doing.” You laughed, “I got roped into a very late facetime to a friend’s birthday over in Tokyo. I was up basically until dawn, not ideal above the age of twenty three.”

“Oh god.”

“Yeah.” You huffed, “would not recommend. Coffee could barely save me today, can’t believe I left marking to the last minute.”

“Anything I can help with?” She asked, leaning against the island beside you and you simply smiled up at her, “basic multiplication, I think I can handle it. Thank you though.” You reached out, squeezing gently at her hand and she hummed happily in response, resisting the urge to drop a kiss to your head. Instead she simply smiled at the sight of you making yourself at home in her kitchen while she turned back to the stove.

You glanced up from the first paper, softening at the image of Heather at the stove, checking on the chicken briefly before loading it up into a baking tray and putting it in the oven. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she found solace in the kitchen, she was very at peace in the moment, happy little smile on her face while she added a few other ingredients to the pan the chicken had been in. You couldn’t help but wonder what a life of living with Heather would be like, how domestic she was and how much of it flowed to other aspects of her home life.

Instead, you gave a little shake of the head, turning back to the task in front of you while Heather continued cooking. A brief pause to offer you a glass of wine that you accepted, clinking your glass with hers before taking a sip. Just as you had said, the marking really didn’t take that long, and you were packing the sheets back into your bag as she was pulling the chicken out of the oven to rest a moment. You moved from the island, putting your bag back over by the door, and crossing back through the kitchen to quickly wash your hands, not sure on how many gross little eight year old germs were all over the papers.

“Here.” Heather suddenly turned to you, a spoon lifted up in front of her toward you, “enough garlic or no?” Her voice was softer when she asked and you easily accepted the spoon of risotto into your mouth, letting out a soft groan at the flavour.

“It’s perfect.” You murmured, your tongue darting out to snag a leftover drop from your lip as Heather placed the spoon down on the counter. Your head tilted for a moment, taking in the expression on her face, “what?”

“I… really want to kiss you right now.”

“So do it….”

The slight smirk on your cheeks along with your murmured words were all it took for Heather to step forward, her fingers gliding over your cheek until they came to rest just behind your ear, gently pulling you to her. With only a step you closed the space between you, your lips brushing against each other hesitantly at first. As your arms wound their way around her waist Heather’s confidence shifted, her lips moving against yours with grace. You could feel your entire body nearly tingling, your breath catching in your throat at the feel of her tongue gliding across your lips and you eagerly accepted it.

Despite all her former hesitation and worry, Heather had absolutely no issues in this moment, feeling the warmth of your body against hers, the weight of your hands on her hips, the delicate way your tongue danced with hers. She let out a soft sigh into the kiss, one that you swallowed down in the same breath, the hand cupping your head tangled into your hair, securing you against her.

She was certain that if it wasn’t for the stove timer going off you would’ve been a mess of tangled limbs on the couch with strewn about clothes in only a few matter of minutes. Once her lips had met yours the desire and need had surged through her like wildfire and part of her didn’t want to stop. She only pulled away a fraction of an inch, her lips hovering over yours until the blaring of the timer was getting beyond annoying and she swiftly turned to silence it.

You were thankful for the moment to calm down, turning back to the island and taking another sip of your wine, trying to regain your composure as you turned back to Heather. She was pulling down plates from the cupboard, starting to serve the food, though she quickly glanced over her shoulder to you, a smile on her cheeks and you giggled.

“Shame we waited a week to do that.” You commented and she laughed, stepping back to you, her finger curling under your chin before she stole another kiss.

“Plenty of time to catch up.” She smiled and you felt your cheeks heat yet again, “did you want to eat outside?” She gestured to the back patio doors and you nodded, wanting to hold onto as much of the spring sunshine as you could.

Heather truly did live up to her boasting about being good in the kitchen, a dinner of goat cheese stuffed chicken, roasted asparagus, and the promised lobster risotto. There was only a moment of slight awkwardness before the conversation was flowing easily again, Heather laughing heartily at the stories you told, mainly of the kids in your class. Though you noticed she had a soft spot for your stories of travelling and living overseas, often watching you with a smile on her face, a gleam in her eyes that made you think she hadn’t been out of the country very often, if ever.  

The dishes got left in the sink for later, and your desire to soak up the evening air took over any other need, heading across the street to a cute little park. You linked your arm in Heather’s, once again noticing the way she tensed for a moment before relaxing into the embrace. The stroll was more than enjoyable, indulging into little anecdotes, Heather’s cheeks flushing at the near dreamy look in your eyes when she went off on a tangent about the law or constitution. You only made the call to head back to the house when you let out a little shiver in the cooling air, Heather wrapping an arm around you, scolding you in a teasing manner about not having a sweater.

“Can I offer you another glass of wine?” Her voice called from the kitchen as you settled on the couch, flicking through a couple of streaming apps as she’d suggested, “or something stronger?”

“Stronger?” You called back with a laugh.

“I’ve got a bottle of scotch from when we opened the firm, was thinking about saving it for a special occasion.” She popped around the semi concealed corner, a smile on her cheeks as she presented the bottle.

“I don’t think I’ve ever indulged in scotch… but I trust your recommendations.” She let out a chuckle, “and I do think tonight’s a bit of a special occasion.”

“Agreed.” She smiled warmly, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. You laughed at the fact that she brought both the bottle, her glass with just the amber liquid in it, a twin glass and one with ice, a bottle of water, and a glass of juice.

“What?”

“Scotch isn’t for everyone.” She explained, “I suggest you take at least a cube of ice with it, let it chill for a bit and if it’s still to much, add some water. If it’s disgusting, drink some juice and I’ll grab you a refill of wine instead.”

“Okay..” You laughed, taking the glass of liquor from her as she dropped an ice cube into it, “well… cheers to new things.” With a warm smile you clinked glasses, a warmth spreading through you when she leaned in right as you did to steal a kiss before she took a sip, watching cautiously as you did the same.

“Thoughts?”

“Good.” You replied with a laugh, “though I think your warning had me thinking it was going to taste like gasoline or something.” She laughed at that, her hand coming to squeeze at your wrist, “you clearly know what you’re talking about.”

Heather simply hummed in response, smiling over at you as she glanced back to the tv, commenting on what you’d selected. In turn you actually flipped through a couple of shows, asking if she’d seen any, briefly explaining the storylines of the ones that were easier to watch random episodes until you settled on one you both agreed on. Her arm was over the back of the couch and you took the opportunity to lightly sink into it, gently resting closer to her. Her hand wrapped around your shoulder, lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. A few moments later your hand slid up her thigh, resting there, giving it a gentle squeeze and you frowned over the way she nearly jumped before relaxing at the sensation.

An episode passed, a little bit of small talk or comments occurring as it did so, Heather refilling your drinks as time went on. You began to get a little more distracted, your attention wavering from the screen as the episode moved on, you surveyed Heather for a moment, watching the way she held herself. The near guarded vibes her body language was giving off before your hand gently squeezed at her thigh, gaining her attention.

“Hey…can…can I ask you something?” You began cautiously, “and I get it if this is completely none of my business or something you don’t want to talk about I just… am… curious, I guess?”

Heather felt her chest tighten, the sudden anxiety shooting through her, she’d known this had to have been coming, but was still internally freaking out, trying to calm herself down as she turned to you.

“About what?”

“You said your divorce was messy?”

“Disastrous.” She replied, shifting forward to take a heavy swig of liquor.

“I… please don’t hate me for this, but part of my job is literally to be aware of behaviour, body language and actions, and I have a terrible habit of projecting that onto all aspects of my life.”

“What do you mean?” She raised a curious brow in your direction, her heart still hammering in her chest as she tried to maintain composure.

“Well… you’re freshly back in the city, trying to repair relationships, you don’t talk about your ex that much, and… your house is pretty bare of anything familial.” You sucked back a breath, trying to calm yourself to approach this in the best manner, “and… you don’t seem to like physical contact that much? Or at least, it kinda makes you nervous… I guess, what I’m trying to get at is… did your ex…. Did he hurt you?”

Heather let out a heavy breath of a sigh, doing her best to not let out too much of a laugh, but glanced up at you with the lingering smile still on her cheeks.

“No, never in a million years. Rob couldn’t even hurt a fly, and I mean that, the man’s the literal definition of what Becca calls a ‘golden retriever husband’.”

“Oh thank god.” You murmured, letting out a sigh as you sucked back a sip of scotch, “I jumped to conclusions I guess.”

“No, no…” she grabbed at your hand, squeezing it softly, “it’s a good thing you have that gut instinct. Probably helps a lot of people.”

“Thanks.” You ducked your gaze, your cheeks heating before you glanced back up, waiting a moment before you spoke again, “may I ask.. what did happen?”

This time Heather let out a heavy breath, her gaze avoiding yours as she sucked back a mouthful of scotch, she knew there was no way to avoid the truth, that you were going to find out eventually, and it was better to hear from her.

“Rob was the perfect husband…” She started, her gaze still across the room, “he really was wonderful, and honestly, we were high school sweethearts, we’ll always love each other in some sense.”  This time she risked a glance up at you and you nodded encouragingly, pulling a sigh from her, worried about what her admission would make you do, “the divorce was one hundred percent my fault. I cheated.” She paused again to search your face for your reaction, though you remained un-phased, “multiple times, over years. Once he found out about it and the extent, he filed for divorce.” You simply squeezed at her hand, urging her to go on, “about a month later I left Washington, it probably would have been earlier if we hadn’t been dealing with Jordan’s funeral.”

“I’m sorry.” You nearly whispered, “about Jordan.”

“Thank you.” She cast you a warm smile, feeling a little calmer that you hadn’t moved your hand from hers yet, “when everything went down… I burnt a lot of bridges… hell I burnt them all. I destroyed everything I had left here. Thankfully I was referred to a couple of wonderful therapists, who I’ve been seeing ever since, and I’ve been working on myself, on everything because I do know what I did was wrong.”

“That’s good.” You smiled across at her and her heart nearly skipped a beat. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you being open with me.”

“I don’t want to keep secrets anymore.” She admitted, ducking her gaze quickly before meeting your eye again, “and… I get it if this makes you change your mind on the direction things are going. If you’d rather just remain friends, that’s fine. I know a lot of people stand by the ‘once a cheater, always a cheater’ mentality.”

“Well…I stand by the mentality that everyone deserves a second chance.” You shifted forward, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, “you can’t scare me away that easily.” With that you let out a soft sigh, leaving the conversation up to her as you nestled into her shoulder, letting out a happy hum as her arm wrapped around you, her lips leaving a gentle kiss at the top of your head.

She let out a content sigh, the jitters leaving her body at the feeling of you nuzzling closer and deeper into her embrace. She knew there was a hell of a lot to unpack, to let you in on, and that there was a high chance that you’d stand your ground and walk away later on, but for now, she had you, in her arms and said you weren’t going anywhere. Though it didn’t take very long for the concern to settle back in, only a full episode later that she spoke again, her worry taking over her brain,

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” She asked and you lifted your head from her shoulder, raising a brow, “you’re not just saying this now to not make things awkward?”

“Well…” you paused, shifting on the couch so you were cross legged facing her, “we don’t have to jump into anything. We can casually date for a bit, and if something more suited comes along for either of us, we’ll be open and communicate with each other. It’s not like we’re sitting her vowing ‘til death due us part right now.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She chuckled and you leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“But if we do decide that we’re best suited for each other, I am strictly monogamous. And don’t take this badly, but if you were to step out on me, I would not be sticking around.”

“Which is completely understandable, and believe me, I have no plans or intentions of repeating past bad behaviour.”

“Good.” You smiled and were about to nuzzle back into her arm when your phone went off, “shit.” You silenced the alarm, “jesus…. I need to be up at five thirty, I really need to get going.”

“That early, really?” Heather questioned, rising from the couch and following you through the house as you gathered your things.

“I like to workout in the mornings before I realize what I’m doing.” You laughed, “and lord knows I won’t do it after work.” You slipped into your coat, letting out a small sigh, “thank you for everything. Tonight was really nice.”

“Agreed. I had a great time.”

“Next weekend on me?” You suggested, “you pick the place?”

“Sounds like a date.” Heather smiled, humming as you stepped together for a soft kiss, this one lingering a little longer than the stolen ones. “Get home safe.”

“I will. Night.”

Heather watched you down the walk, making sure you got into your car before she shut the door. She let out a large sigh of relief, one stone unturned and you were still around. She could only hope that everything else wouldn’t scare you away when it eventually did come up.

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Nearly a year after the election and things were finally starting to settle in the White House, and you were finallyfinding the time to clean out your old office. Since you had still been moving back and fourth a little bit your firm had been fine with you keeping it until you’d moved fully into the office the White House had provided for you. You were more than happy to leave a handful of the law books behind for whoever was taking the office, but you wanted to make sure everything personal or related to a case was properly destroyed or taken with you. Especially anything related to the election, you had copies of literally everything from Heather’s campaign and you definitely didn’t want those going into the wrong hands.

That was when you found it.

*

“Ms Vanderbilt, it’s lovely to see you again.” Claire greeted you with a firm but friendly handshake as you stepped into the Oval Office.

“Madam President.” You smiled.

Yes.

Things had truly hit the fan and exploded after the election, it didn’t take Frank Underwood long after announcing that his wife was going to be his VP to start turning on people and leaving knives in their backs. You were just happy it wasn’t you this time.

“What can I do for you?” She smoothed her skirt as she took a seat on the couch across from you.

“I uh- just came to return this to its rightful owner.” Your hand delved into your purse, revealing the journal, sliding it across the small table between you. Claire’s brow furrowed slightly as she picked it up, delicately opening it to the marked page before her eyes moved back up to you.

“You had it?”

“To be honest, I completely forgot I did. No one knew I had it either, and you don’t have to worry about copies, there aren’t any.”

“Doug thought he had it.”

“That’s the problem with alcoholics…they tend to not remember things from when they were blacked out.”

“Thank you for returning it.”

“I will admit that I let curiousity get the best of me today, I did read it. If I had known what was in it I never would have let Heather use even the idea of it as blackmail. It wouldn’t be fair to drag you into the middle of a feud between her and the President.”

“Well it wasn’t exactly fair to drag you into the middle of things either.” You laughed lightly,

“I believe I got myself into the entire mess, but thank you.”

“It may be too bold for me to say, but the two of you truly cared for each other.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “it was an affair that stayed in the bedroom. We’ve just known each other for a long time.”

“When Francis threatened you with that tape, both of you came to him separately, ready and willing to fall on your own sword in order to save the other’s career and image. You gave no concern what the damage was as long as the other person was untouched. I don’t believe that’s just old friends.” Your brow scrunched, you didn’t know Heather had gone to Underwood aside from the initial threat of the journal.

“I..didn’t realize.”

“I only hope that you’ll eventually come around and realize what truly makes you happy.” Claire gave you a soft smile as she rose from the couch. You took that as your cue, following her lead.

“Thank you M’am.”

“Thank you.” She gestured with the journal, nodding in dismissal and you left the office.

You had to admit, while the entire Underwood party wasn’t your pick, they were simply the lesser of two evils, you trusted Claire a world more than you’d trusted her husband. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to watch a third presidency uproot itself in under four years.

Happily entering an empty elevator you leant back against the wall, pondering over Claire’s words, only pulled out of your trance when the elevator pinged, opening on the next floor. A small smile broke out on your face, and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t jump a little bit.

“Justice Dunbar.” You nodded in a greeting. She chuckled softly, waiting until the doors slid shut before she spoke.

“You know, considering the places that mouth has been I think you get the privilege of calling me Heather.” You barked out a laugh,

“You just never stop, do you?”

“What’re you doing on this side of the White House?”

“Meeting with Ms Underwood.”

“Ah.” A somewhat awkward, yet somehow comfortable silence fell over the elevator as it whirred down the next couple of floors. Heather let out a quiet sigh, her voice barely louder than the noise of the elevator itself, “I filed for divorce…”

“What?” Your head shot up to glance over at her. She simply shrugged.

“The kids are both off at college, it was time. After losing the nomination I realized how much my potential career was what was keeping me happy.” The elevator hit the ground floor, dinging as the doors slid open and she turned back to you, a soft smile on her cheeks, “I have a reservation at 7 at Plume, perhaps you’ll join me?”

Brazen Qualities Ch 8

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Heather was in the campaign office, working through a couple of things with Cynthia and another few workers when you knocked on the door jam. It was only the day after you’d returned from Iowa, but you knew you had to check up on things. You also felt Heather’s eyes drag up your frame, drinking your body in.

“Somone looks fancy.” She teased, her words soft enough the others in the room wouldn’t suspect anything.

“I had a meeting with a few Justice’s earlier, had to look my best.” You settled into an empty chair, “how’re things going? Anything I need to know?”

“Everything’s smooth.” Cynthia replied, “all the info you gave us last week was all we really needed. Now that Sharp as pulled out and said she’s openly supporting Heather, things are looking up.”

“Perfect.” You shot Heather a soft smile as the team began to sort through everything coming up. You had to admit, you were only paying half attention, the memory of Heather railing you against her desk in Iowa still burning fresh in your brain. You shot out a couple of ideas and replies over the next hour or so before Heather dismissed everyone. Once there were a smatterings of ‘good nights’ and the like (despite it barely being 5pm) and the door was officially shut, Heather turned her attention to you. You’d started to gather your things, everything work wise was done after all. Your breath hitched as she caged you in between her arms against her desk,

“Shame that I can’t fuck you over this desk…” she murmured, chuckling as your lips chased hers after the small kiss she gave you, “the rush…knowing someone could walk in any minute?” Her lips traced down the side of your neck, purposely nipping at your already bruised skin that you’d tucked under a scarf for the day, “but believe me…once I win..” her lips sucked at your skin again, “I’ll fucking destroy you over the desk in the Oval Office. You’ll like that won’t you kitten?”

You could barely whimper out a reply, clenching your thighs together as Heather kissed and bit at your skin, “fuck you so good you can barely move. Then prop you up on the desk and eat that delicious pussy until you’re screaming my name.” You let out a whine as Heather’s mouth detached from your skin, her brows furrowing as her eyes shot to her phone, letting out a huff, “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With a soft kiss that you couldn’t help but pull Heather back in for a second, she was gone from the office.

You let out a heavy sigh, dropping into the chair behind you, trying your best to distract yourself from the images in your head. Fuck. This woman had you wrapped around her goddamn finger and you both loved and hated it at the same time. It sure didn’t help that she was so fucking talented with her mouth, you knew things were only just sexual, and that was more than okay with you, you didn’t have the time to indulge in anything else anyway.

The next hour or so consisted of you going over paperwork and the like in the campaign office. You’d been busy with your other meetings the last couple of days that you had more than a few documents to go through for the Dunbar campaign. As you finished up what you’d meant to do, you spent a bit tidying up the office, the stress of the days having left it messier than normal. In your cleaning, you accidentally knocked over a vase, cursing yourself at first at having even more to clean, before your fingers dug the small device out amongst the pieces of porcelain.

*

Heather was at home, working through a few things in her home office. John was supposed to be making sure the kids were indulging in their schoolwork now that dinner was done. She barely heard the doorbell ring, so entranced with work that it barely left her mind.

“Mr Dunbar…” you stuttered, suddenly ever so aware of the sitaution you were involved in.”Uh..is..Ms Dunbar here? I really need to talk to her.”

“Yeah just give me a minute.” He darted back down the hallway for a minute, returning quickly but not before the kids crossed through the entrance way.

“Wow, her hickey’s almost as bad as the one you came home with last week Becca!” He teased. She punched her brother in response, cheeks flushing the same amount your felt yours burning.

“Hey! Homework! Now!” John replied, ushering the kids away, “I’m so sorry..”

“It’s fine..” you  avoided his eyeline, brushing your hair over your neck in an attempt to cover the bruising on your skin. You’d completely forgotten you took off the scarf once the office was empty.

“Y/n.. what’s going on?” Heather’s voice broke your embarrassment as she stepped towards the doorway.

“You got a minute?”

“Yes of course.” She replied. Your eyes darted between her and her husband, trying to give her a knowing look.

“Uh..attorney client privilege? No offence.”

“Spousal privilege applies, you can say whatever you need.”

“Can we take a walk…please?” Your eyes silently begged Heather, thankful for an argument breaking out in the kitchen that distracted her husband. Heather cocked a brow, but grabbed her coat, following you down the steps to the sidewalk.

“You wanna tell me what this is about?”

“Aside from your kid just calling me out about the hickey on my neck?!” Heather laughed, falling in step beside you as you moved down the street.

“Oh please, as if you didn’t enjoy getting that.”

“I was in meetings all day…anyone could’ve seen it.”

“Well then we’ll be more careful.” She replied, “now…why are you here?” You sighed,

“I…may have accidentally smashed a vase in the office.”

“Okay?”

“I found a bug…”

“A what?”

“An electronic listening device. Somone’s been recording conversations in that office for God knows how long!”

“What did you do with it?”

“I left it there. If I destroyed it or moved it, whoever planted it would know that we knew they were listening in. We’ve got to continue on like we don’t know it’s there, we’ve got the leg up on them right now, but I am worried.”

“There’s no reason to be, we’ve been running a clean campaign. Besides, are you even sure it’s a bug? The only people who have been in that office alone are you, myself and Cynthia.”

“And Doug…”

“Shit.” She muttered. She had forgotten about that. It wasn’t very long, but it was more than enough time to drop a bug.

“We know he’s back working with Underwood, he was always sided with him, he only came to you so he could gain information that Underwood could use and thus would know he could trust him again.”

“You’re making something out of nothing. There’s nothing on there that would be useable.”

“Heather! Are you serious? That little conversation we had earlier today? Also, you said you were in the office the night you..coachedme through things. You really think Underwood’s above using something like that to derail your chances of getting the nomination? With Jackie dropped out you’re his only competition, we’ve got to get in front of this before he realizes the juice he has…if he hasn’t already.”

“Hey.” Her voice softened as her hands grasped at your shoulders, steadying you and gaining your full attention, “it is my voice on that tape. I will take care of this. Now go home, drink some wine and relax. Don’t worry your pretty little head over this, okay? Stay focussed, we’ve got the caucus in Arizona coming up.”

“As your legal advisor, isn’t something like this exactly what you brought me on board to be worried about?”

“If Underwood tries to use this, he has to admit that he had the office bugged in the first place, looks bad on him.”

“All he has to do is publicly fire Doug, throw him under the bus and it’s water under the bridge.”

“Sweetheart…” Heather gave you a warning glare.

“Okay, okay. I’ll drop it for now.”

“Thank you.” Her hand softly moved your hair off your neck, wincing slightly at the purpling mark, “that is bad…sorry. No one’s called you on it?”

“My scarf collection’s been getting quite the workout. You better hope it’s gone by Arizona or it’s practically a dead giveaway.”

“And you need to stop worrying so much.” She smirked, “now go get some rest.”

“Good night Heather.”

“Sweet dreams kitten.” She winked at you before she made her way back up the sidewalk, causing you to shake your head at her teasing.

Brazen Qualities Ch 7

Warnings: Language. Smut. Politics
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The next week flew by faster than you’d expected and before you knew it you were back in Iowa going over last minute details for the caucus. The night you arrived you spent dinner going over tactics with Cynthia and Heather, before retiring to your hotel suite. You got a text from Heather the next morning, Jackie wanted to meet with her, privately and secretly. You advised her to go, already having a general idea of what the conversation was going to entail. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon that you got a second one, asking you to come meet with her. You were half ready for that evening, skirt hugging your hips, but your blouse loose for the sake of comfort. Your make up was done, but your hair was still waiting to be curled properly, you figured you’d wait until after dinner for that. Giving a quick knock on the door you let yourself in,

“Make sure that’s locked, will you?” Heather called from behind the desk. You scrunched your face, but made sure to twist the security deadbolt and toss the latch.

“What did Sharp want?” You asked, moving further into the suite, wondering if there was more to the conversation than you’d expected.

“Exactly what you said she would.”

“You offer her anything?”

“No.” Heather smiled, “but I didn’t call you here to talk shop.” You cocked a brow,

“You have a debate in two hours Heather.”

“And I have something for you.” She smirked, and the fire in her eye had your interested piqued. “Come over here.”

You were even more curious now, she, much like you, appeared to be ready for the debate, though her sleeves were rolled up and a few buttons undone on her shirt. The glinting of something on the desk caught your eye, it looked like a mini remote, but you were guessing it had nothing to do with the t.v. As you rounded the side of the desk Heather pushed her chair back and you were able to now see exactly what she was talking about.

“Oh…” your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the strap, you felt yourself clench over simply the idea of it as your eyes raked up Heather’s body. Grinning, she popped open a few more extra buttons on her shirt.

“You were so good these past few weeks…thinking of me while you touched yourself? I figured you deserved a treat.” Her hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you to her, “now c’mere.”

Smirking, she pulled you down into her lap, your legs settling around her hips as your skirt rucked up around your waist. Your arms looped around her neck as you surged forward, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. Heather’s hands were quick to sneak under your shirt, pinching at your nipples through your bra, you groaned into her mouth, your hips rolling against the dildo, a gasp of a moan at the sensation. She took full advantage, slipping her tongue into your mouth, rolling it against yours in the dance the two of you had perfected by now.

Her hands left your tits, one moving to cup your core while the other fumbled slightly with the buttons of your shirt, managing to get it undone enough to nip and suck at the curve of your breasts. Her fingers slid your panties to the side, dragging through your folds softly before toying with your clit. Your hand buried into her hair, pulling her tighter against you as she pinched at your clit. Her free hand tugged at the cup of your bra, her mouth immediately latching onto the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck..Heather..” your breathing picked up, a soft whine escaping your lips when her teeth sunk into the supple skin of your chest.

She certainly wasn’t holding back this time. Her tongue swirled around your nipple, flicking against it before her teeth scrapped against it again. Your hips rutted against her hand, practically begging for more. She chuckled darkly, her mouth moving to the other side of your chest to repeat her actions, though this time she began to suck on the side of your tit, knowing she’d leave a mark in the same moment her fingers sunk into your pussy.

“Oh God…” you murmured, your head dropping back, arching your chest toward her. Her fingers swiftly pumped inside of you, dragging right past where you wanted them, your hips jolting at the touch. They twisted and scissored inside your heat, making sure you were ready for the toy before she truly started fucking you. Once you were practically shivering against her body, your whimpering getting louder with each curl of her hand she knew you were ready, pulling her fingers from you. You couldn’t help but swear at the sight of her sucking her digits clean of your juices.

“Always taste so sweet kitten.” She murmured. You couldn’t help but blush, ducking your head, she merely caught you in a kiss, muttering against your lips, “you know what to do.”

Raising up on your knees, you grasped the toy in your hand as Heather’s made sure your skirt was out of the way. You ran the tip through your wetness a couple of times before sinking down onto it slowly, a hearty groan escaping your throat as you fully seated yourself on it. Bracing your arms on Heather’s shoulders, you rose up until just the tip was left in you before thrusting back down onto it. The added pressure from your thrusts and weight pressed the base of the toy right against Heather’s clit, causing her to let out a breathy moan at the sensation. You could feel every ridge of the strap dragging across your walls as it pumped in and out of your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of Heather’s mouth back on your chest, sucking your nipple with much heavier intensity. Your whines started to build, you could feel your walls start to flutter around the toy, your chest heaved and Heather pulled off your chest.

“Over the desk.” She murmured.

You climbed off her lap probably too eagerly, bending over the desk, presenting yourself to her. She swatted at your ass and you gently yelped, your cunt clenching at the thought of her giving you a proper punishment. Her hands grasped at the lace of your panties, pulling them down for you to step out of quickly, she ran her fingers up your legs, massaging at the globe of your ass as she admired the way your heels made your muscles pop. Heather lined up the toy with your cunt, pushing in slowly, a small groan coming from her lips as her hips met yours, the toy rubbing right where she wanted it. She thrusted into you, her hands grasping tightly at your hips.

“Harder..please…” you begged, your eyes screwing shut, hands wishing they had something to grasp has she obeyed your request with a dark chuckle. You didn’t see her hand move to the small remote, clicking it on, “oh fuck!”

“You like that don’t you?” She groaned out, the vibrations of the toy bouncing between your bodies. It was mainly at the base of the toy, for Heather’s pleasure, but each time her hips plunged against yours you were blessed with the sensation.

Heather’s hand dug into your hair, tightly yanking you moaned as she pulled you flush to her chest, her hips thrusting with vigor into you, the dildo hitting every spot you ached it to. She sunk her teeth into your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin as her hand held your hair firmly to the side. You could feel your legs beginning to shake, unsure if you would be able to hold yourself up through your orgasm, your whines coming faster and louder with each thrust, each nip against your neck. Heather’s free hand wrapped around you, both holding you steady and finding your clit with her fingers as the power behind her thrusts increased.

“Fuck! Ohhh fuck! Heather, please…fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out as you hit your peak, your body shuddering in her arms.

The sight of you completely blissed out was nearly too much for her as the vibrations continued to pull her higher and higher until she was coming, clenching around nothing, her arm tightening around you as her orgasm washed over her. Her hand shot out, clicking off the vibe as she collapsed into her chair, keeping you held in her lap, toy nestled inside of you as you both caught your breath. Her lips gently hit the side of your neck, nuzzling against your skin. You let out a soft sigh, your head lolling back on her shoulder, meeting her for a soft kiss, your hand coming up to cup her cheek.

“That’s one way to relax before a debate.” You murmured against her lips. She chuckled, pecking you again.

“You’re telling me.” An alarm beeped on her phone and she softly nudged you off her lap, the toy sliding out of you as she unclipped the harness, tossing the entire thing into a spare chair.

Half leaning against her desk you straightened your skirt, tucking in your shirt and readjusting your top to make sure everything was in place. Using the mirror across from you to double check your hair, smoothing back a couple of pieces. You reached out for your panties but Heather’s hand beat you to it.

“Uh-uh.” She smirked, “you’ll get these back later.” Moving to the blazer she was wearing that evening, she folded them neatly, placing them in the inside pocket.

“You really are something else.” You smirked. Heather smiled, meeting you for a soft kiss,

“Go finish getting ready. The cars will be here in fourty-five.”

“Yes M’am.” You shot her a grin before you left the room.

*

Naturally, Heather did wonderfully at the debate, she knew she had you and your privy knowledge to thank for that. You did flinch a few times while the other two started to come down on her, but after years powering through a courtroom, she knew how to hold her own. You were surprised when Jackie launched into an attack at Dunbar about her kids, even after saying she didn’t want to use that tactic, and even more surprised when Underwood came down on Jackie about her (step) kids. You couldn’t help the cocked brow as you listened, you knew Jackie pulling out and backing Underwood was the better option. She had a guaranteed spot on his ticket, whereas Heather had offered her nothing, but she was going to be the swing vote, and you had a feeling her supporters were more likely to support Dunbar. You weren’t sure whether Underwood was playing the tactic right now, trying to make sure it didn’t seem like there was some sort of deal between him and Sharp, or if he was just going free for all.

After all, this was Frank Underwood you were talking about.

Post debate you were out by the car, head buried in your phone as you waited for Cynthia and Heather to wrap things up inside. Underwood was answering a few press questions at the entrance to the venue while Jackie made her way to her own vehicle. She stalled slightly at the sight of you with someone from Dunbar’s staff, you glanced up, eyes meeting hers. Her head tilted as small near laugh took over her face, realizing that you were working as part of Heather’s internal team. You simply shot her a wink with a smile before she got into her car.

*

There was a soft knock on your door much later that night, you’d since changed into pyjamas and ridden your face of any make up, the t.v droned on with reactions to the debate but you weren’t paying too much attention, scrolling through your phone instead. Your attention was much more held by a small series of texts from Jackie. You padded over to the door, pulling it open since you had a very strong feeling you knew who it was.

“Good job tonight.” You greeted with a small smile, letting Heather into your room as the door swung shut behind her.

“I wouldn’t have been half as prepared as I was without you.”

“What can I say? I’m not afraid to milk personal relationships to help you get ahead.” She laughed,

“And I thank you for that.” Her eyes glanced toward the t.v briefly, “I’ve got a series of interview spots set for the morning. Don’t worry about them, enjoy your time sleeping in. But I do have a favour to ask.”

“Okay?” You cocked a brow,

“I need you to take this back home with you.” She dropped a bag onto the bed and you weren’t surprised when you peeked in to find the sex toy inside, “I can’t stash it somewhere and risk John thinking it’s Becca’s.” You laughed, but looked up to her with a smirk,

“One condition.”

“Yes?”

“I get to use it on you next time.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Heather smiled, stepping closer to you, her hand cupped your cheek as she met you in gentle kiss, “sweet dreams kitten.”

With a wink, she was gone from your hotel room, your cheeks flushed at the pet name. Your gaze moved back to the bag before you wrapped the fabric around it, burying it in the depths of your suitcase. This may have been your last week in Iowa, but there were definitely a few more stops on Heather’s campaign trail before the nomination would be secured, and it appeared that each of them would include very similar situations.

Brazen Qualities Ch 6

Warnings: Language. Political talk
A/N: I meant for this to be the next ch in Iowa full of smut, but as I rewatched the ep’s of HOC it turned into much more of a plot chapter with a hint of the affair shining through. Lol. Next ch will be mega smutty.
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*

The following weeks Heather had either you or Cynthia with her basically at all times as she prepared for the caucus debate in Iowa. You spent far too many hours cramped in her small campaign office working through paperwork and speeches, gathering information on all the promises and plans that Underwood and Sharp had been announcing since the nomination race had began. In the hours that Cynthia wasn’t around, there were small mentioning here and there of the previous activities in Iowa, a little tease here or there. Just enough to entice one of you into a daydream as the other smirked over their words and the way your eyes would haze over at the thought.

That was of course, until today. You were dressed in your best suit, heels clacking on the floor of the White House. You’d been hesitant when Underwood had called you in for a meeting, completely unsure on what he could want. It was still slightly under the radar that you had been working with Dunbar, but of course there were the few of the tightknit crew that new, and you could easily pass it off saying that you were just her lawyer and had nothing to do with the campaign. You were on your way out of the meeting, thankful that your attention hadn’t been directed to your phone the moment you saw him.

Fucking Doug.

He seemed to be stumbling a little more than normal as he entered the Oval Office alongside Underwood. You ducked around a corner in hopes that Doug wouldn’t see you, pulling out your phone, hitting Heather’s name as you hurried your way through the halls.

“I hope you’re ready for the rug to be pulled out from under you.” You muttered as soon as she answered.

“Excuse me?” You could hear the offence in her voice.

“Fuck. Sorry. That sounded way more threatening than I meant for it to.”

“Whereare you? I haven’t heard from you all day.”

“I’m at the White House.”

“Oh?”

“That’s not the point right now! Doug just stepped into the Oval with Underwood. I don’t know what he’s attempting to get, or do, but there’s a high chance if he has anything useable on you, it’s about to come out.”

“I haven’t seen Doug all week. I’ve barely even heard from him since we got back from Iowa.”

“Well I—“ you paused briefly as you passed by a group of senators, giving them a small nod in greeting, your voice may have been hushed but you knew these halls had ears everywhere, “I have a feeling that shit’s about to hit the fan. You know I never trusted him, he’s been Underwood’s lapdog for too long to suddenly work for the other side. And Underwood’s got a weird loyalty to him too.”

“I’ll make sure my bases are covered. Though I doubt he knows anything that Underwood already didn’t.” She paused, “now are you going to tell me why you’re at the White House?”

“Underwood called me in for a meeting, I’ll explain later, I just wanted to give—“ You rounded the corner and Heather heard two quiet yelps followed by two sets of small laughter. You dropped the phone from your ear but didn’t hang up yet,

“Y/n! It’s so good to see you.” Jackie greeted, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Likewise!” Honestly, you may have been childhood friends who stayed in touch thanks to your career paths staying parallel to each other’s but you weren’t really sure you still liked the woman.

“I hear you’re the next contender for Solicitor General.” She smiled.

“Well nothing’s been officiated yet.” You laughed softly, “but you! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you and Alan!”

“Thank you.” She took a minute to show off the diamond, Jesus, the thing was huge. “We should catch up! Are you free tonight? We could grab a glass of wine.”

“That would be amazing!” Sure..a glass of wine post work was always enjoyable, but if Doug was about to throw Heather under the bus for something, maybe you could end up with some knowledge on Jackie’s campaign. She’d always been terrible at keeping secrets after a few glasses of Pinot. A terrible trait for a politician honestly.

“How about Empress, say, 7:30?”

“Perfect! I’ll see you there.” You gave her a quick smile before both of you made on your respective ways, “Sorry…” you murmured into your phone.

“Solicitor General hey?” Heather teased, you could imagine the gleam in her eye already.

“I didn’t sign anything, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

“On the contrary I think you’d like that a little too much.”

“I-wow…I am working!”

“I’m not the one leaving racy voicemails during work hours kitten.” Yeah…you felt the blush heavily creep into your cheeks at that, fuck was Heather ever the tease, especially while you were in Washington where it was very advisable to not partake in certain extracurricular activities.

“I’ll call you after I have drinks with Sharp. If I hear anything else I’ll keep you posted.”

“Perfect timing. My other line’s going off anyways.” Heather was gone with a click and you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. There was definitely trouble brewing, and you were hoping you could get in front of it before it got any worse.

*

You’d gotten home around ten, ever so thankful to finally shed yourself of your heels and skirted suit, opting for the much more comfortable pyjamas. You threw the evening news on the t.v to keep an eye on things while you putzed around making sure everything you needed for the next day was in line, and all the loose ends from today were tied up. Once you’d washed your makeup off you poured yourself a glass of rose (despite being out with Jackie for nearly three hours you’d only treated yourself to a glass and a half of wine, keeping yourself alert while encouraging her to indulge). Since you promised Heather you’d call (and you’d gotten some substantial info from Jackie) you picked up your phone as you dropped into the couch, pulling your legs up under you.

“You finally home?” She greeted with a soft smirk.

“I..” you paused at the shriek in the background from wherever Heather was, “yeah…where are you?”

“Home.” She sighed, “Becca’s got friends sleeping over.” You heard the sound of a door shutting as she moved into her home office, the noise muffling, “trust me, you never want more than one sixteen year old girl in your house at a time.”

“Not planning on it.” You laughed.

“Jackie manage to drop anything? Or was it just old friends catching up?”

“Oh…she gave a lot…girl can’t keep her mouth shut, especially when she’s got something to brag about.”

“Oh?”

“When I ran into her today she was on her way to meet with Underwood. He’s getting her to team up with him for the debate, they’re going to try and take you down. They’ll be pulling the sexism card, something about Claire and you still questioning her position if she was a man? Underwood’s main point being that you’ve apparently never worked for anything, born with a silver spoon in your mouth.” Heather snorted,

“Is she getting anything in return for this?”

“She drops out of the race post debate and he adds her to his ticket.”

“You’vegot to be kidding me. Does she realize how stupid that looks? Running against him and then flip flopping to support everything he has to say?”

“I thought bringing that up would probably be a bad idea, let her dig her own grave.” You took a sip of wine, “besides, she said when she talked to Alan about it she thought maybe she should try and strike a similar deal with you.”

“I can’t exactly put her on my ticket.”

“She knows that.”

“And I’m not about to make promises for cabinet seats or anything else before I win the office.”

“Really?” You cocked a brow despite not being able to see each other, “I do believe I have a promised role in writing.”

“That’s because you provide me with information like this…among other things…you’re too important to the campaign.”

“Mmhm.” You hummed over a sip of wine, “you hear anything from Doug?”

“No. But I did get a call from Underwood threatening to slit my throat if I went near him again.”

“What?!”

“Apparently he relapsed, that’s why he hasn’t been around. He decided to blame it on working for me.”

“Bastard.” You muttered, “something was off when I saw him earlier, but I doubt it was just the campaign work that pushed him back that far. It doesn’t make sense…I’ll look into it.”

“Don’t get yourself into trouble trying to find dirt for me.”

“Heather please…I can argue and subpoena my way out of anything and you know it.” She chuckled softly, knowing you were right. You’d solidified yourself as one hell of powerful woman within office and the courts.

“What did Underwood want with you today?”

“Trying to push me towards Solicitor General again.” You sucked back more wine, “I think he had a feeling we were working together…he definitely knows now that he’s met with Doug. He knows it’s a dangerous game to go up against both of us, he’s already broken the law a few times and he’s definitely hiding a few skeletons. Or maybe his wife is, I’m not totally sure. But I know he’s trying to pull me away from your campaign and back into the White House before the nomination is secured.”

“It’s safe to assume you declined?”

“I said my schedule was too busy at the moment but I’d think about it.”

“Good girl.” Heather let out an exasperated sigh as there was a crash from further in the house that echoed through the phone, “I need to go…I’lll talk to you tomorrow.” You laughed,

“Go be super Mom. I’ll see you at eleven.”

“Night.”

Warnings: Language, smut, masturbation.
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The Dunbar campaign team was fully back in D.C, furthering their work and planning the next stages of the tour, prepping for the caucus in Iowa the following month. During this time frame you spent more of your time wrapping up the few Supreme Court cases that you had on your plate and meeting with the attorney who was reopening your old investigation.

The Underwood’s were overseas in Russia, working through a handful of deals and negotiations, including getting John’s husband back home. You were keeping your ear open to the conversations going on, taking a little bit off of Heather’s plate while she focussed on what was going locally. To be completely honest, you were a little bored, there was a lot less for you do than your old job at the moment and in those downtimes you definitely missed the fire of the courtroom.

Through your political connections over the years you did have a couple of contacts who either resided in Moscow or were among the Underwood’s staff that were with them. It wasn’t a surprise to you when you got the text, you’d been expecting drama from the trip but you hadn’t expected this. Double checking the time, you grabbed what you needed and headed down to the Dunbar campaign office, slipping in the back donor unnoticed by anyone. Heather was behind her desk and much to your distaste, Doug was in a chair across from her,

“We’re kind of in the middle of something.” He stated as you came through the back doorway.

“Yeah, I really don’t care.” You replied, “and chances are she’ll tell me whatever you say anyways.”

“Did you-“ Concern and slight anger flashed over his face as his gaze shot back to Heather and you knew he was worried about whatever the fuck was in that journal.

“No.” Heather replied sternly, which, technically wasn’t a lie. Sure, she’d been about to tell you, but you had stopped her before she’d gotten into any kind of details, not that she was against lying to Doug. “Did you find something?” She asked you. You dropped down a tray of coffee on her desk that she thanked you for and you swatted Doug’s hand away when he reached for one.

“Michael Corrigan killed himself in his cell.”

“What? How?” You pursed your lips, pulling up the address to the nation.

Claire was supposed to say some condolences, but instead went off about how she was in the cell (asleep) when it happened, that he hadn’t wanted to lie and repeat the speech the government had demanded for his release. You could tell by the tenseness in Frank’s voice alone that he was not happy with her.

“Give us a minute.” Heather said to Doug, moving from her desk, pulling you into the back hallway. “What does this look like to you?”

“Political negotiations gone wrong, and trouble in paradise…for starters. If you wanna go after Underwood, I’d do it now, kick ‘em while he’s down kinda thing.”

“You think we should use this to our advantage?”

“To a point, yeah. Make a statement about Michael’s death, you’ve had John with you on multiple stops, it looks irresponsible if you don’t. Once I find out more info on how the deals were altered I’ll send them your way and you can make statements about how you’ll be trying to do things differently, especially with Russia involved. And then…use social media to enunciate the fact that you have what Underwood doesn’t at the moment.” Heather cocked a brow, prompting you to continue, “a family, a loving and stable marriage? Hell get your kids to throw up something on Instagram about the fun summer they’re having with their parents.”

“So we’re ignoring Iowa?”

“What happened in Iowa stays in Iowa.” You fired back.

“I guess it’s a good thing we’re going back to Iowa then.” She smirked and you felt your cheeks blaze substantially, nearly stuttering as you tried to change the subject.

“Do you really trust him in there alone?” You asked, gesturing toward the closed door.

“It’s not like we’re keeping national secrets in there or anything.” Heather laughed, “thank you for the info.” She gave your shoulder a soft squeeze, “I’ll call you later if I figure anything out.”

“Course.” You gave her a soft smile before you turned down the stairs, heading out the way you’d came.

*

A few hours had passed since you’d gotten home, you’d showered, changed into comfier clothes and tucked into a glass or two of wine with dinner while you kept a wary eye on the evening news. Realizing you’d left your phone in the bedroom you returned to grab it and were incredibly thankful you’d gotten there in time, Heather’s name flashing across the screen.

“Hey-“

“You have your call feature voice activated don’t you?” She asked and you could practically hear the smirk through the phone.

“What?”

“Your phone automatically calls a contact when it hears a name…” your brows furrowed, still confused, “you called me about twenty minutes ago…left quite the voicemail…”

Ohfuck.

You nearly dropped your wine glass, realizing exactly what activities you had been involved in twenty minutes ago, you felt the flush creep up your neck, flubbing over words in an attempt to explain yourself.

“I-uh-“

“We’re you using that ridiculous little pink thing?”

“Uhm…” your gaze dropped to your bed where said toy was still lying. “Yes…”

“I want you to use your hands this time.”

“What?” Your heart jumped into your throat, the thudding building heavier in your ears…among other areas beginning to flutter, your brain eventually pulling through before your pussy did, “wait. Are you at home?”

“No.” Heather replied with a soft sigh, “still at the office. Cynthia just left. I was wrapping up paperwork but this seemed like a much more enticing idea.”

“Oh…”

“Now I don’t want to have to tell you twice kitten…get comfortable, put the phone on speaker.”

Not wanting the idea to go to waste, you did as she said, placing the phone on speaker and tossing it onto your bed. You slipped out of your pyjama pants, climbing onto the bed and settling against the pillows. Heather could hear the slight rustling, the near shaky sigh as you let out as you laid down on the bed, the sound of the duvet crinkling as you spread your legs.

“Are you still wet?” God her voice was like fucking silk, you felt your pussy twitch before you’d even gone anywhere near it. A hand snuck down, swiping easily between your folds. Your last orgasm had been more than powerful, the thought of Heather between your legs again overtaking your senses.

“Yes..”

“Good.” She smiled to herself, hearing the way your breathing had already began to increase and she’d barely started. “Play with yourself, get that beautiful pussy nice and drenched for me.”

“Yes M’am….” Your hand began to toy with the leaking juices, spreading your lips apart, flicking against your clit ever so softly, a light whine coming from your lips.

“I only wish I was there with you kitten, getting to mark up that gorgeous neck of yours…suck on your tits, I know how much you like it when I do that. Play with your tits for me, will you?”

You whimpered out a yes, your free hand sneaking under your shirt, cupping at your chest, rolling your nipple between your fingers, gasping as you pinched at it, hardening the peak. You repeated the actions on the other side, the hand between your legs beginning to circle at your clit. Your hips rocked up, you could feel more juices leaking out onto the sheets, your pussy simply begging to be fucked. Heather listened as you let out a breathy whimper, picturing the way you must be thrown back against your bed, all pretty and on display just for her, head thrown back into the pillows, neck exposed and ready for her to mark up. She clenched her thighs together when you let out a moan.

“You nice and wet for me?”

“Yes…” you whined.

“Then get to it kitten. Start fucking yourself. I know how good you are with your hands.”

“You’re better…” you murmured, causing her to chuckle.

“Slide those fingers in, I know you know how.”

Your hand toyed briefly at your entrance before plunging in, the feel of your wet walls tightening around them fucking heavenly. A moan bounced off the walls as you started to pump your hand, a cry escaping your lips into the phone when you curled, brushing right against your g-spot.

“Oh God…”

“That’s it…just like that.” Heather could hear how wet you were, the sopping sounds coming through the phone as your fingers thrusted into your pussy, hips rolling in time with the motion. “That feel good for you?”

“Yes…” you moaned out, “oh fuckHeather..” to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure what was hotter, hearing you moan her name when she was coaching you through it, or when you had no idea she was listening.

“Harder kitten…play with that clit with your other hand. I want to make you feel as good as you made me last time.” You groaned out in response, your fingers pinching at your clit, the praise that you’d made her feel incredible turning you on more. Fuck did you ever want her hands on you right now, and her next words had you wantonly moaning out her name, “can’t wait to taste you again kitten. That pussy’s so fucking delicious…”

“Oh fuck…oh fuck!” Your hands furiously fucked your cunt, wetness seeping out, the squelching sounds much louder than you’d expected. You were still relatively sensitive from your earlier session, your thighs beginning to shake as the hand on your clit rubbed harder, moving faster against the little nub.

“You’ve been so good, come for me…”

The strangled cry leaving your lips was louder than you’d expected, your body shuddering against the mattress as your juices dribbled out around your fingers. A string of whimpered swears left your lips and all Heather wanted was to be able to see you as you hit your peak. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and started to think about getting herself off before she went home. She could hear your panting, picturing your flushed cheeks and heaving chest, your fluttering eyelids, and the thought made her weak.

“Wasn’t that better?” She quietly asked. You softly giggled, your head rolling to look at the phone.

“Yes…but still would’ve preferred you..”

“Mmm…Iowa’s not that far off.” Her phone beeped and she swore, the sultry ness in her voice suddenly vanishing, “I’ve got a call coming in on my other line. You’re coming to that meeting tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah. Two fifteen, right?”

“I’ll see you there.”

“Yup.”

With that, the call was cut short. You let out a heavy sigh, your body still vibrating in the slightest from the intensity of your orgasm.

It appeared what happened in Iowa didn’t actually stay in Iowa.

**

A/N: I know that’s not actually how the voice to call function works but like…work with me here…its fiction….lololol.

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.

Heather Dunbar x Fem Reader
Warnings: Language.
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*

The 24 hour news channel was playing quietly on your office t.v while you were working through your most recent argument, yet another senator caught in a scandalous affair, no surprise there. Now it was your job to remind both the upper politicians and the public that just because he preferred 21 year old blondes to his wife didn’t mean he wasn’t good at his job. There was a knock at the door, your assistant announcing that you had a visitor. You gave a quick nod of ‘let them in’ while you finished up the page you were on.

“Ms Dunbar,” you greeted, “what can I do for you?”

“I want you on my team.”

“That was fast.”

“So you heard?” Heather chuckled as she settled into a seat across from your desk, referring to her announcement that she was running for the democratic nomination for president.

“‘Course. Can’t let something like that slip by unknown when I work predominantly in the world of politics. You have any more details to lay out for me?”

“Your official title would be my legal advisor. I want you working alongside myself and Cynthia as we plan the campaign and on the trail with us. You’ll look over speeches, debates, interviews and the like before they happen, make sure everything’s in check. If anything comes up in an attempt to slander my name, you’ll be representing me.”

“A lot of that sounds like a job for someone fresh out of law school…” you leant forward, propping your elbows on your desk, linking your fingers, “why me?”

“Because you’re the only one that took a battle to court and got the Vice President to step down. You’re also the only one to defend a politician to the Supreme Court against me and win.” She grinned, “you’re well liked and respected in both the courts and in the White House, and you’re damn good at your job. One of the finest lawyers in the country.”

“Flattery won’t get you want you want Heather.” You half teased, “you do remember I’m childhood friends with Jackie, right?” She chuckled,

“Sharp’s already gotten you has she?”

“No.” You pursed your lips, “besides, she’s too…high strung. And there’s no doubt in my mind she has more than a few skeletons in the closet.” You tapped your chin on your hands, deep in thought for a moment, “but you’re offering me a job with a definite end date. What more do you have to offer?”

“You’ll have a spot on my campaign through to the election, once I’m in office, I can offer you something more substantial.”

“And if you don’t win? I highly doubt they’ll replace me with a temp here while I’m gone. I won’t have a permanent job to come back to.”

“What’re you asking for?” Heather wasn’t one to make promises this early in the game, hell she wasn’t one to make promises a week out from the election, but she needed you on her side, and if that’s what it was going to take, she’d bite. After all, a good lawyer always knew when to make a deal.

“Solicitor General.” You replied, your forearms dropping to cross in front of you on the desk, a small smile on your lips.

“I’m not sure I can promise you that. As small as the chance of me losing is…I would hate to make a breakable deal.”

“You don’t have to worry about it if you lose. My name’s already in the running, but if I take the time off to support you it might affect my chances.”

“Underwood’s already called you?” She quirked a brow and you let out a small chuckle.

“He was on the phone with me before your resignation even hit his desk.”

“Bastard….” She muttered.

“Agreed. So what’re we talking for salary?” She slid a folded piece of paper out of her purse, placing it on the desk in front of you. You shot her a glance before unfolding it, eyes skimming the scrawled numbers, “seems generous enough.”

“There’ll be a raise after I secure the nomination.”

“Are we doing this as a verbal agreement or do you have a contract for me to sign?”

“Good girl…” Heather grinned, knowing you were too smart to enter into not only a job, but a deal like this without having it signed and written down first.

“I’ve been doing this for fourteen years Heather, I’m no yuppie.”

“I’ll have something drawn up and to you by Monday.”

“And once I’ve looked it over…you’ll have yourself a deal.” You smiled, mirroring her in standing, a hand extending to shake hers firmly, “I don’t suppose you wanting me as a visible and prominent presence on your team has anything to do with my father?” You quipped.

“The support of someone with your last name may help my standings, but this is because the only person with a finer legal mind in this country-“

“Is you…” You smirked,

“Exactly.” She smiled, picking up her bag, “I’ll call you. Thank you.” Her hand was almost on the door knob when you called out.

“Heather!” She turned back to you, a question written on her features, “I know Underwood already announced he’s not running this term, but I’d watch your back.”

“Oh?”

“We both know he’s not to be trusted. He’s already tried to pull you away from the race before he even knew you were considering running and attempted to give away your job while you were still employed. You wouldn’t even be the first person he’s blackmailed this week.” Heather paused, her hand dropping to her side as she fully turned her attention to you, a brow quirked while she decoded your words.

“You know about Justice Jacobs…”

“I used to babysit his kids.” You shrugged, “and…when you’re not available people tend to come to me. If there’s a secret within the Supreme Court, there’s a pretty good chance I already know about it.”

“Which is exactly why I want you on my team.” Heather gave you a knowing grin before leaving your office, the door shutting behind her.

In all honesty, you weren’t surprised by her coming to you, despite being a special prosecutor herself, she would need a second set of eyes with similar legal knowledge to help her get through this. Especially when she would be so buried in the political side of things. It certainly did help that your father had been one of the highest ranking Senators for Washington for years before he passed. You’d spent your entire life growing up around politics, you watched the news every morning before school by the time you were six, government related conversations were part of the usual dinner time talk. You did homework surrounded by the senate, and you won every school president election you put your name in for. Your father often bragged about it, even when you were still much to young to even think about your career, but your connections certainly helped you rise through the ranks faster than a normal law student applying for a political career would. Not that you ever wanted a seat in the office, you loved law far too much to leave it behind you, not to mention the madness that came along with politics.

Though as Heather had mentioned, it wasn’t just that you knew someone high up, you’d dedicated so much of your education to leaving no nook or cranny of the law, the constitution, or anything related unturned. You knew it as well as you knew the back of your hand. Even fresh out of Harvard you won cases no one ever would have expected you to, your wit and intelligence far beyond colleagues your age. It wasn’t long before you secured a job working with the government, and it surprisingly didn’t take you very long to prove that you were more than the young pretty thing with a law degree roaming the halls. You were barely thirty when you took down the Vice President, facing off against Dunbar herself a few years later. She’d been so confident that she had the case in the bag, someone like you couldn’t possibly have the skill to take her on, but you’d rendered her speechless more than once during the trial, a simple smirk on your face as you headed back to the defence table.

It was in that moment she knew she needed you on her side, no matter what the circumstance. You became slow friends, exchanging pleasantries whenever you ran into each other in the halls. You rarely interacted outside of the professional environment aside from the very few run ins on days off. Though she was quick to offer a business card, offering up advice or support if you ever needed it on a case. You were hesitant at first, politics were always involved obviously, and you could never know what someone’s true motives were unless you really knew and trusted them. You reluctantly went to dinner with her when you had a very difficult case, and were surprised when she actually was in support of you, giving more than great advice that ended up with you winning the case.

From then on in you trusted her, you’d always respected her, admired the career she’d managed to build for herself. Your interaction was still minimal, professional, but it seemed like things were about to evolve. She was no longer your superior lawyer, she was a candidate, and you were her entire legal team for until she won this race.

It was safe to say that your relationship with Heather Dunbar was about to take a very big change.