SmilingPanda19
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He lightly fists his hand by her waist and what appears to be playfully punches her in the side. “Don’t play dumb with me, love. Who was that man and why were you speaking to him?”
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She doesn’t move for a moment, half in shock at the random energy and half completely ready to shut up and just kiss her. “I…more.” She grabs her by the cheek and pulls her lips back, now underneath her, a relatively new position for her to be in considering she is the president…but boy did she love it.
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She grins to herself, pinching at her side a bit roughly. ”So you admit you missed me?”
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She lightly pecks at her neck. “Never… you had me shaking and trembling the whole time.” She relaxes into her chest a little bit.
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Her breaths are short and quiet with a little heat to them, almost a desperate breathlessness. She has been missing this so much. “I was dying inside.” She trails her fingertips along her left side so lightly one could consider it ticklish. ”You had me melting…”
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She brings her mouth up by her ear, slowly brushing her lips along her neck. She huffs out a hot breath. “God I missed this side of you…”
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She smiles and moves forward, going to push her back, but it really wouldn’t be hard to push her back herself. She slowly brings her hand up to her waist.
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She moves closer on the couch, smiling, feeling a little overly confident. “nobody can see…you don’t have to say anything…”
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She reaches over to the table, stretching a little and flipping a switch. The power in the room goes out, everything including cameras go out. Just a few emergency lights are left. She smiles slightly, kind of hoping she is a little surprised.
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“I…I don’t know…” she lets out a breath, squirming slightly. She winced at her touch. ”People will find out…”
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“I…” She is almost pleading into her eyes, she is obviously squirming. She is so antsy. ”Emma…you know I c-can’t.” She doesn’t dare look away though, she stares right back. Her mouth suddenly feels horribly dry.
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She turns her head away, flushing a deeper red. She bounces her leg quickly, fiddling with her hands. ”S-stop calling me that…”
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She goes silent for a moment. “I…” she just turns a bright pink. “I’m Madam President to you actually.” Her voice is unintentionally a little more high pitched and squeaky when she says this.
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“Uh…” she can’t really think of any other word, she stutters a little. ”Y-yes.” She flushes a little red, not too noticeably though. Ugh, this is ‘definitely’ an interaction you would see from a cold and ruthless dictator, she thinks to herself sarcastically. Focus! Just focus on the screen.
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He is actually quite good at dancing, he leads her around carefully in a basic waltz. “It is, isn’t it?” He mumbles, he seems lost in thought. ”Dear, who was that man?” He doesn’t seem particularly angry, he just seems, concerned.
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“Excellent.” He whispers and shifts himself so he properly has his hands on her waist. He leans over by her shoulder, getting close to her ear. His breath tickling her ear. “Good girl.” He smiles and pulls away, starting to pull her onto the dance floor.
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“Can we try to stay positive, love?” He pulls her closer and tighter. He is speaking through gritted teeth, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Can you do that for me?”
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He grits his teeth a little in his smile. “Why don’t we try hmm?” He seems a little more forceful now.
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“Yes please.” He takes it from her and swirls it a little. ”Are you not in the mood to dance?”
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“You know as well as I nothing interesting is happening in the games, the games are hardly happening.” She moves her hands under her thighs, holding them there.
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He simply ignored it.
