#elizabeth keane xreader

[storiesofsvu]

The Washington Saga Pt 9

Beth x reader! A Piece of Penthouse Warnings: language, some hurt/comfort. Tbh, i had more planned for this, but i really just wanted for it to get done and wrap up the washington part of this series. We will be back in NYC for a bit, but don’t worry…Beth will be back….also this is completely unedited & I’m exhausted so…..dont come for me…

You weren’t entirely unsure how your time in Washington was already coming to a close, it felt like just yesterday they’d been calling the verdict on the Paley trial. Instead, your last few weeks had been completely focussed on debates, and pulling as many votes as you could from where Beth wasn’t getting them. You and Casey both made your way with her team to the polling booths, placing your votes, making a few statements, which of course, a lot of comments and questions towards you pertained to the trial and your work with the President over the last year. There was no doubt your name wasn’t going to be forgotten out in D.C anytime soon.

Before you knew it, election night was upon you, cameras were littered throughout a few offices of the White House, and campaign offices around the city. Most coverage was news outlets, the occasional interview from someone on staff, or another cabinet member. You’d sent Casey home a couple of hours ago, knowing that she needed to burn off some steam and someone needed to take Nic out. Now, you were sprawled over a chair in Rob’s office, the two of you attempting to hang onto the coverage of the votes rolling in while you indulged in take out and a few beers. This was always the tedious part, you knew going in Beth had a very high chance, and you could always tell who was in the lead, or you at least knew in your gut what the outcome was going to be. Instead you had to wait, and wait, and wait for official results.

The two of you had taken to a game of backgammon, trying to keep yourselves entertained while the polls closed across the country. Naturally, with you being so trapped in your head, Rob kicked your ass the first game, softly chuckling as he reset for the next game, a few moves in he spoke, no longer taunting, breaking into your thoughts.

“You could’ve thrown the trial…” he murmured and your head shot up, your brows furrowing before you laughed.

“And what? Had her thrown in jail? My and your reputations be thrown in the toilet? That sounds like great advice.” You playfully hucked a straw wrapper at him as you ducked your gaze, “but…I do get where you’re coming from…so thank you..”

“Why not just stay on?”

“Politics gives me migraines.” You muttered, “besides, my leave of absence was only approved for a year, and I’m already in talks for a promotion back in New York. As much as I’d love to stay with her…this isn’t home…”

“You really hate D.C that much?” He chuckled, glancing up at you as the game continued.

“Yeah.” You scoffed, “don’t get me wrong. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is always going to be wherever Beth is…but our life together in New York was something so incredibly different than it could ever be out here. I mean…you were there for all of it..you know…”

“Yeah.” He gave you a soft smile, “there’s a level of privacy…of intimacy that you’ll never get out here…”

“Exactly. It’s tricky enough trying to sneak around the residence without security picking up on shit. And I know how much she hates it. Every day she tells me how much she loves me, and is proud of me, wants to be able to show me off to the world like I deserve, but I can’t let her do that.”

“You know…having a fully out president might help a lot of people out there.” Rob suggested and you let out a little sigh.

“It would help an incredible amount of people. But after the bullshit she went through in her first four years, all it would do is destroy her career.” You took a moment to distract yourself with the game at hand, trying to format your words properly, “I’ll just have to wait another either two months or four years to find out what’s going to happen…and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be the latter…”

Your game paused briefly as the news announced yet another closure of the polls, Beth was incredibly well in the lead and you let out a soft sigh, distracting yourself back into the game. It was only a few moves later that Rob’s phone pinged, after glancing at it, he let out a little grumble, moving to stand as he pulled back on his suit jacket.

“I need to get back to the Oval, announcement’s coming soon.”

“Well…” you smiled softly at him as you followed his lead, gathering your things, “I truly hope your next four years are far less chaotic and messy as the first were.”

“Thanks.” He flashed you a smile, then paused as he hit the doorway, “oh! Everything for your travel arrangements home are in the top left drawer of my desk.”

“Oh, thanks!” You sent him off with a wave, sorting through the drawer until you found what he was talking about, tucking it into your bag before you made your own way through the White House.

The further you got from his office, the quieter it was, and the closer you got to the residence, the more at peace you felt. You’d known this entire time that this was temporary, and as much as you hated having to leave, you’d been mentally preparing for it basically the entire time. You had an apartment and a career waiting for you back in Manhattan, and they were eager to have you back.

You unlocked the door to the residence, moving through the space easily as you stepped out of your shoes, giving Nic a little hello scratch. You dumped your bag on the bed, swiftly changing out of your suit for a comfy set of pyjamas, you frowned at the half empty dresser drawers, your eyes darting towards the suitcases in the corner you’d slowly been packing over the past couple of weeks. You could hear Casey in her suite, the t.v echoing through the adjoining en suite bathroom and you let out a little sigh, crossing the room back to your bag to pull out the travel documents. You figured she was probably going to hide in her room tonight to give you and Beth some privacy, you may as well get her the paperwork now.

Instead, you found yourself frowning yet again. The folder Rob had left for you only had paperwork and tickets for you,

“Hey?” You called through the room, padding your way through the bathroom to the slightly opened door of Casey’s bedroom, knocking on it lightly, “Case?”

“Yeah?” She replied and you pushed the door open. She was sitting on the bed, take out container beside her, laptop in front of her, “you’re back already?”

“No professional need for me to be in the Oval.” You shrugged, your eyes scanned over her laptop screen and your head tilted, “why’re you apartment hunting? I get if you don’t want to go back to the Penthouse, but you’ve still got your old apartment?”

“I…”

“Uh, whatever.” You waved it off, “you do you. I get wanting a change of scenery. Did Rob give you your transport info already? I figured ours would be together but the folder only has mine?” You stepped into the room, dropping down on the bed beside her, swiping a piece of shrimp from her dinner.

“No…I haven’t gotten it.”

“I’ll check with him tomorrow.” Your eyes faltered to the computer screen, skimming over the page of apartment listings, “ooh! That one’s fucking nice, what quadrant?” Before Casey even processed it you’d clicked on the listing, swiping through the photos as you sang praises for the apartment. Then you got to the last slide, the picture depicting the map and location, “Case…” you glanced up at her, “why are you looking at apartments in D.C?”

“I got offered a job…” she admitted with a sheepish look on her face.

“Beth didn’t tell me….you’re not coming home are you?”

“It didn’t come from Beth,” she huffed, shoving more food in her face to distract herself, “Heather offered me a position at the law firm she still oversees, said she had a paralegal position open to cover someone’s maternity leave.”

“Are you sure?” Your voice softened as your hand reached out to squeeze at Casey’s and she nodded.

“I still have another year left on my suspension.” She shrugged, “if I go back to New York, it’s going to take me monthsto find a job in my field, if I even do. And there’s one ready and waiting for me here…please don’t hate me…”

“Case!” You let out a laugh, “first off, you know I could never hate you! Secondly, that honestly does sound like the better option. If you’ve got a solid going forward here in D.C, you should take it.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, glancing up at you, not missing the misting of tears in your eyes.

“Yeah.” You squeezed at her hand, “you know I’ll always support you babe, no matter what the decision is.”

“Then why do you look so sad right now?”

You let out a watery laugh, glancing away from her as you sniffled before turning back to her with a small smile,

“Maybe because Beth is about to win the presidency, which means another four years that I have to wait, pretending that none of this ever happened?”

“You really do love her?”

“Yeah….and considering her first term��I’m pretty fucking worried what might happen over her second.”

“Hey…” it was Casey’s turn to squeeze at your hand, “you sent those bastards to jail or worse…no one’s going to fuck with her this time.”

“Thanks.” You gave her the best smile you could, “I’m just going to miss her…and you….”

“You’ve got plenty of friends back in Manhattan, I know you’ll be okay for a year.” She replied and you let out a huff.

“And I know you need this.” You squeezed her hand once more as you rose from the bed, “promise to be here when I leave for my flight?”

“Of course.” Casey assured, “if I’m taking you to my grave you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.” She teased, standing from the bed,

“Good.” You wrapped around her in a tight hug, “don’t let Dunbar work you too hard. And never forget how much I love you.”

“I love you more.” She pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you tightly for another moment as you both processed your futures. It was only when she heard the front door of the residence close that she let you go, nudging you towards the noise, “go…” with a soft nod you silently slipped from her room, moving back to the main area of the suite.

It wasn’t a total surprise that Beth had stepped out of her shoes, letting out a soft sigh as she tossed her blazer over a chair, moving to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of scotch and grab a snack, thankful for the quiet and serene that was the residence.

“I believe congratulations are in order?” You smiled as you moved through the space and she chuckled lightly.

“I suppose they are.” Beth replied, her hands finding a home on your hips as yours wrapped around her shoulders, meeting her with a gentle kiss.

“Congratulations Madame President.” You murmured against her skin.

“Thank you.” She murmured back, chasing you for another kiss that you couldn’t help but smile into, “is that what’s made you so sad?”

“What do you mean?” Your brow furrowed as you pulled away, staying in her embrace.

“You’re upset.” She nodded, “don’t think I can’t read you little one, what’s going on in that glorious brain of yours?” She stroked at your cheek and you let out a little sigh, ducking your gaze from hers,

“Casey’s staying here….” You glanced up, “and I knew you were going to win. I guess I’m just a little down about going back to New York alone. Which…has nothing to do with either of you! I knew what I was getting into when we got together, and I knew that Casey could end up anywhere but Manhattan, I guess I’m just bummed.”

“Oh sweetheart…” Beth placed a gentle kiss on your lips, “how about we try and distract you for the last couple of days you’re here then?” She nodded towards the t.v, “watch our favourite movies? Rob dropped off your favourite bottle of wine the other day.”

“That sounds perfect.” You replied, doing your best to not let the tears cloud your eyes as you looked up at Elizabeth, you were incredibly proud of her after all. She had gone through so much, overcome so much, and ended up winning the second election, even if you really wanted to keep her all to yourself, you knew the country both needed and deserved her, and that was far more important.

“I love you.” You whispered into the next kiss she pressed to your lips and you felt her lips curve up in a smile as she returned the embrace.

“And I will love you for the rest of my life little one.” She murmured, “you are forever and always what I desire.”

“Well now you’re just going to make me cry harder.” You laughed through a sniffle, letting her guide you to the couch as you settled in with the bottle of celebratory wine.

It was roughly an hour later that you were nearly asleep on Beth’s shoulder, your eyes fluttering between every line of dialogue that she ushered you to bed. Less than a week later you finally bid goodbye to your life in D.C. First, your private and very intimate goodbye with Beth, where you made sure to memorize every single inch of each other before finally saying goodbye. You made a saddened goodbye to Casey, reminding her to keep in touch and that you always had her back, and that she would be welcomed back into Manhattan whenever she was ready. The rest of the political crew you said your best goodbyes too, Rob promised to visit, especially with the kids. Heather reminded you once again that she had a cousin working defence that could hook you up with a job that you laughed at and assured her you would never swap teams, but would keep an eye our for her cousin.

In the end, if was a very tearful and private goodbye with Beth, clinging to each other as you assured the other that the next four years would be a breeze, that there would be no problems. You reminded her that you would be available in an instant if she need a lawyer, that you were always at her beck and call.

Once you’d boarded the plane you noticed the texts from the crew back in Manhattan, a slew of welcome back messages, congratulating you on your political work and you let out a happy sigh.

‘You did wonderfully sweetheart.’ Liz’s text read, ‘and I know you can expect a promotion upon your return. I hope to see you again soon.’

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