#heather dunbar smut

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. A slight power change from last chapter. Both our girls are super powerful political lawyers, they’re both switches in the right environment. Fight me.
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*

As it turned out the next morning, Cynthia was feeling better, although a little queasy still. You warned Heather that if there was any vomit on your Prada by the end of the day, she was footing the bill, she laughed, but knew you were serious. During the rally you were basically a fly on the wall, watching Heather do her thing (and naturally kicking ass at it). When you got back to the car you noticed Cynthia was looking a little green, you weren’t sure if it was from the remaining nausea or it was because you had seen Doug lurking around the exit. You cocked a brow at Heather and she simply shrugged, so you didn’t bring it up once the doors were shut.

The small team that had joined you in Iowa headed to lunch at Orchard Green, enjoying a later afternoon filled with shared apps, cheese boards and charcuterie before enjoying entrée’s. The conversations flitted back and fourth between politics, work and personal lives. You’d always known Heather to be bold, but you still weren’t expecting the feel of her hand wrapping around your bare thigh while she carried on a casual conversation with John. She certainly was unabashed as she gave your skin a soft squeeze, tickling at your inner thigh with her nails, you could feel the diamond of her wedding band digging into your skin, the sensation only lasting a second before her hand was animatedly moving as she spoke. You were thankful when your phone rang, pulling you from your daydreams as your eyes followed the way her fingers danced through the air.

“Shit..” Your mutter pulled Heather’s attention, turning to you.

“Everything okay?”

“Hopefully, but I’ve got to take this. I’ll see you back at the hotel.” You gave the table a quick goodbye, gathering your things while you tried to make it out of the restaurant before your phone stopped ringing.

*

You’d spent most of the afternoon on the phone and digging through old files on your laptop. Taking advantage of being back at the hotel you’d changed into a tank top and shorts to combat the summer heat, smoothing your hair up into a ponytail. Taking advantage of the fact that you were only using audio and not video as you worked, you polished off the bottle of wine from the previous night as the afternoon started to bleed into the evening. Your phone call finally wrapped up in time for you to order a quick room service dinner while responding to the emails and messages you’d gotten while on the conference call.

It wasn’t surprising when your phone went off with a text from Heather. Since you had wrapped up work you figured you’d just go down the hall to see her rather than wasting your time texting, pocketing your phone and key card as you padded over to her room. She’d given you an extra key card for her suite, so you let yourself in with a quick rap on the door.

“Hey, everything alright with that phone call?” She asked from across the suite, it was substantially nicer than yours, though honestly you weren’t surprised. The small kitchenette separated the entryway from a mock office and large living room, though the most impressive were the floor to ceiling windows that looked out across the parkland, though the sun had already sunk from the sky, a glittering of stars the current view.

“Oh, yeah.” You waved it off, “it was just Justice Peters.” Her head cocked at that,

“Never would’ve pegged you to be having casual conversations with Justice Peters.” You laughed, giving her a quiet ‘thanks’ as she passed you a glass of scotch.

“They’re reopening an investigation I worked on earlier this year, they just needed my reports and wanted to go over some stuff about it.”

“That doesn’t sound like an alright situation. Do you need to fly back tonight?” Heather dropped down onto the couch, her eyes trained on you as you moved through the room. She could tell the extra work and sitting still had gotten you antsy, you were pacing as you spoke, much like you did in a courtroom.

“No. It was one they deemed I didn’t have enough to fully cooperate, some new information came to light so they’re moving forward with a different attorney.”

“Will this pull you away from the campaign?”

“I don’t think so. Though I’m sure the new attorney will want to sit down with me when we’re back in town. But if they think I’m going anywhere near the trial, I won’t, I’m not sitting second chair to some two bit newbie.”

Heather laughed heartily, her eyes drinking in your body, grateful for your summer attire, the exposed skin titillating her senses. Despite the pacing, you didn’t miss the motion, the way her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. You purposely popped up on your toes when you turned to pace the other direction, the muscles of your legs visibly flexing and you saw Heather practically gulp out of the corner of your eye. You took a swig of your scotch before moving to the other side of the coffee table, as if you were about to sit beside her on the couch.

“Anyway, I’m not the important one here.” You smiled, placing the glass down on the coffee table, “you’re the one that absolutely crushed it today.” Casually swinging a leg over her you settled down straddling her hips, hands playing with the back of her hair gently, lips ghosting above hers as you continued, “you did wonderfully,” a small kiss placed on her lips, “suppose you’ve warranted a reward?” You kissed her again, this one a half second longer, letting yourself linger against her lips.

“Mmm..and what have you got in mind?”

“Oh I think you’ll like it.” You smirked, kissing her again, taking the lead this time, slowly sliding your tongue against her lower lip.

She groaned into your mouth as your hands tugged at the roots of her hair, your tongue easily sneaking into her mouth, rolling against hers. Her hands snuck under your tank, you jolted slightly as she pinched at both of your nipples, your gasp swallowed into her lungs. The kiss broke as she pulled the shirt off, tossing it behind you. Your hand cupped tighter at the back of her head as her lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting at the tender flesh, her tongue dancing patterns against the pert nub. You arched against her as she popped off, eager for more, a soft yelp escaping your lips as her teeth sunk into the under curve of your breast, after all, it didn’t matter if you came home with bruises after a weekend away, and she was hell bent on making sure you had some.

The hand that wasn’t buried into her hair snuck under her shirt, mimicking her actions from earlier on her chest, cupping and pinching while her mouth moved to the other side of your chest. She leant forward quickly, ridding herself of her shirt, your hand quickly found her cheek, directing her attention back to your face.

“You’ve always been such a hard worker…” you smirked before flipping over, pulling her against your lap, “you can work for this one Heather..” she cocked a brow at you, “don’t think I didn’t see you watching my thighs earlier…” you nipped at her bottom lip, “now take off your pants and get yourself off sweetheart.”

“It’s always about the stipulations with you isn’t it?” She chuckled, standing briefly to tug off her pants and underwear in one swift swoop, smiling at the way your eyes slowly drug up her body until your gaze met hers, pupils blown with lust.

“God you’re fucking gorgeous.” You murmured, tugging her back down onto you, lips meeting in a burning kiss while she positioned herself over your thigh.

Your hands settled on her hips, giving her ass a squeeze before you encouraged her to start rolling her hips, dragging her cunt across your leg. She softly groaned into your mouth, her arms tightening around your body. It was almost instant that you felt her thighs clench around yours, her lips breaking free of the kiss to bury herself in the crook of your neck. The sensation of her clit dragging across your skin, occasionally hitting the jean of your shorts nearly electrified her already. She would be lying if she said you hadn’t been on her mind all day. Catching the sight of you, all done up in your suit at the rally nearly distracted her from the speech, she’d wished she could’ve had a private lunch with you instead of the entire team, but this…this was definitely worth the wait.

Heather felt your lips trace down her neck, being cautious to be soft as her hips continued to roll against your body, starting to leave a streak of juices against your skin. She felt your hand come up to cup at her tit, pinching and twirling her nipple between your fingers as she slowly began to increase the pace, gasping when you flexed your muscle, hitting just the right spot. She practically jumped at the echo of a bang from the other side of the windows, pulling a chuckle from you.

“Turn around.” You murmured against her skin, she huffed in annoyance, pulling her head from your shoulder to see your face, brow cocked, “sit the other way…you don’t wanna miss the show do you?” You smirked, referencing the firework display that had begun, in celebration of the Fourth of July.

Heather practically rolled her eyes at you, but did as you said, rotating in your lap so you were both facing the windows. The instant she was settled you pulled her tightly against you, lips finding home against her skin again while your hands toyed with her tits. You nibbled gently at her earlobe as a hand moved back to her hips, rolling them faster, pulling her down harder against your leg.

“That’s it..” you murmured, “doing so good sweetheart. You feel how wet you’re making my leg? So good for me.” Heather felt her pussy clench around nothing, eager to reach her release, feeling the shiver building through her body as her clit pulsated against your skin more and more with each drag. Her head fell back against your shoulder and you caught her lips in a fiery kiss, tongue diving into her mouth while your hands continued to toy with her body. You felt her hips begin to stutter, a string of whimpers coming from her throat as the heat tore through her body. She tore her lips from yours as her orgasm shot through her, a cry breaking through the room, her body shuddering in your arms as her eyes fluttered shut. You softly kissed at her shoulder, hands rubbing at her arms as her chest slowly stopped heaving.

“Fuck..” she muttered. You chuckled,

“C’mon.” You nudged her off your lap to stand, “I’m not done yet.”

“I don’t think I can..” she stumbled into your arms and you laughed,

“oh you can, trust me.”

Tugging her into the bedroom you let her collapse down onto the bed as you shed your shorts and underwear, dropping them to the floor. The firework show still continued outside, the large windows displaying it perfectly even in the second room. You crawled onto the bed, slipping between Heather’s legs, you could see her arousal coating her thighs, drenching her pussy and if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing. You practically ached to taste her, slowly taking the time to kiss up her thigh, wishing you could mark her up, make sure she’d have a reminder of this weekend for a few days longer. Your tongue darted out, a long and slow lick lapped through her folds, barely hitting her still throbbing clit and she moaned out your name.

You smirked, returning to her pussy, burying your face into it, sucking one, the other and then both her lower lips into your mouth. Your tongue plunged into her, pulling out as much of her juices as you could, groaning at how fucking incredible she tasted. One of her hands shot back to your hair, she cursed you for having it pulled up right now, wishing she could tug and twist at it, knowing that made you shiver, but the feeling of your mouth against her was more than she could ever ask for, settling for wrapping her fingers just under the elastic. The not so soft tug had you moaning against her cunt, the vibrations bringing a string of explicitly from her lips.

You felt the way her legs began to shake around you, knowing she was still sensitive you shifted, your mouth wrapping around her clit as you easily sunk two fingers into her dripping cunt, pumping and curling. Your hand increased pressure and speed as you sucked at her clit, Heather’s hips bucking up against you, the panting of her breath increasing. If she’d thought her first orgasm was powerful she had no idea what was coming. The coil burning heavier within her, her skin on fire as you continued your assault on her pussy, she felt her body clench, tense and shudder as the fire shot through her, an intense wave of pleasure taking over her senses. You could practically feel it coming, the way her walls wrapped around your fingers, nearly pushing them out as a wave of juices soaking your hand, dripping onto the bedspread.

“Oh fuuck..”

You chuckled as Heather shivered in aftershocks, her thighs trying to clench around your body as you pulled your fingers from her, quickly sucking them clean, groaning at the taste.

“Did I..” You glanced up at Heather’s suddenly slightly concerned face and you cocked your head at her words.

“Have..you never done that before?”

“No..” her response warranted a smirk from you, launching toward her in a kiss.

“Good.” You accentuated your word with another kiss, “I take pride in being the first.” Heather chuckled, kissing you before rolling you in her arms so you were both facing the window.

“Would you shut up and enjoy the show?” She murmured against your neck. You obeyed, feeling the way her breath was still coming out in pants against your skin, the occasional aftershock still rocking through her.

The fireworks ended shortly, (honestly you were surprised they had gone on as long as they had, but it was the fourth after all). But you stayed curled in Heather’s arms, thankful for the warmth of her body around yours. The sheets had since been pulled up around you as your breathing finally came back to normal. Your hand trailed up the one of Heather’s that was wrapped around you, enjoying the soft silence until she finally spoke.

“There’s a journal…”

“Hmm?”

“Doug has pro-“

“Nope!” You rolled suddenly in her arms, landing on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbow, “client attorney privilege applies in the office and in the bedroom. I’m not talking shop while you’re naked next to me,” she rolled her eyes at your antic, “and the last thing I ever want to hear about when I’m naked in bed is Doug…” That brought a laugh from her, her hand catching yours, laying a soft kiss into it.

“Okay, okay.” She tugged you to her frame, encouraging you to curl around her, “stay tonight….Cynthia and John flew out already. It’s just us left, no risk of getting caught.”

“You make a compelling argument Ms Dunbar.” You teased, snuggling against her. She scoffed at your words, a hand swatting at your ass.

“Anyone ever tell you you talk to much?”

“All the time..” Your voice murmured through the room, suddenly laced with sleep as your body relaxed against Heather, the long hours of the weekend finally catching up with you as you fell into a happy slumber.

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.