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Heather Dunbar SFW Alphabet

Heather Dunbar x reader warnings: language, minor flaws, alcohol mentioned, nsfw subject briefly mentioned lol I do NOT know how it happened that I've been writing for Heather for so long and somehow never did this alphabet, so... here we go! It was honestly nice to get back writing for her again!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

We all know Ms Ma’am’s first go to love language is gift giving, she’s busy with work, constantly, and she’s got the money to throw around so it’s very likely that you’ve got fresh flowers on your porch every week, dinner being delivered if she can’t be here and all the luxury items you could ever want. She’s also an acts of service; even if she’s not the one personally doing them, she makes sure someone on her staff is like, picking up your groceries as well as hers kinda thing.

She’s not overly affectionate in public, it’s much more private. She’ll do a quick hug, kiss on the cheek, little peck kinda thing but that’s about it. She’s more than aware that she’s a public figure and prefers to keep her private life private. It’s when you’re at home that she gets softer and she’ll be more touchy/cuddly.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Most of her friendships are going to start through work, or like, a weekly workout class/at the country club kinda thing. I like to think that Heather’s someone who is super polite and friendly to 99% of the people she comes across, especially at first, but she’s really just sitting there waiting for you to slip up. She keeps people at an arms reach until they start to show their true colours and that’s when she’ll either let them in or keep them on a leash.

That being said, once you’re in, you’re in. She’s a solid friend, she’s loyal, trustworthy, and will always have some kind of get together/party/event for you to join her at on the weekends. She’s always only one phone call away if something goes awry on a night out, you have a bad date, or get too drunk. While she might not have the time/effort to come herself, she’ll send someone to make sure you get home safely.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s generally the big spoon, likes to have an arm around you on the couch while watching movies, loves when you lay your head in her lap so she can play with your hair. She’s not *huge* on cuddling, but she enjoys it more than she thought she would, always forgets how much physical touch can actually release endorphins and calm her down.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Has no interest in getting married again, but prefers a secure, long term relationship. She doesn’t have the time or energy to waste on casual dating so when she finds a partner and things actually work out, she’s gonna keep you around.

She’s a fantastic cook and incredible baker. Despite having nannies and a pretty large personal staff, she can do a lot of things from scratch and really enjoys her “me time” in the kitchen, relaxing and getting to just focus on the task at hand instead of everything firing through her brain.

Heather’s space is always tidy, keeping up with clutter was the bane of her existence when the kids were kids until she confined all the toys to the playroom kinda thing. She prefers things have a home and when they’re done being used, they get put back in said home. When it comes to the actual cleaning she’ll do the bare minimum but is pretty busy so a lot of that does end up falling to a housekeeper.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) She’s likely going to do it in person, especially considering she doesn’t really casually date. If it was something more casual, or just a recurring hook up, she’s not afraid to ghost or just shoot of a quick text saying she’s done. It’s super brief, curt and almost professional when she does it, she finds herself almost falling into work mode for things like that to take the edge off/take the emotion completely out of it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Already been married and doesn’t have any major interest in going back down that road in the future. She knows how much of a legal/financial hassle it can be, knows that even bringing up a prenup sometimes destroys relationships and doesn’t want to have to deal with all of that. She tried it, it didn’t work, why bother trying it again? She absolutely *will* however buy you a fancy ring, a pretty dress and host the year’s best party to celebrate you/your love though. G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Heather’s gentleness is hidden under many layers, especially after years of having to be so cut throat in her industry among so many men. She’s built up these walls through strength, strategy and a bit of cunning and she knows that showing hurt/emotion/weakness at certain times is not optional, so it takes a bit to come out. If she’s had a bad/long/tedious day and comes home right away without decompressing she might end up snapping when she doesn’t mean it. Her alone time before going about anything else is super important to her so she can melt down all those walls and shed that professional personality before shaking it off and greeting you with a smile.

Once that side is gone though, she’s a softie under it all.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her mom hugs are the absolute best, deep, warm, she’s not gonna let go until you’re ready. Though she’s not a big hugger, esp in public as stated previously. For a greeting/farewell she’s much more likely to kiss you quickly, drop a kiss to the top of your head with a tender shoulder squeeze, or something of the like rather than a full blown hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) I think it take a bit for her, we’ve discussed already about her keeping her walls up until she’s absolutely sure and I think that goes for dropping the love bomb as well. While she is absolute fire with words when it comes to the courtroom/political debate/world stage, she struggles a bit with accurately expressing her emotions with words. She’ll feel the blooming in her chest, know that she adores waking up with you, cooking with you and the like, and she’ll likely even know that she’s falling in love but it isn’t coming out right away.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Heather’s definitely the jealous type, and she’s the angry jealous type. She sees you across the room getting hit on and the first tell is that her lips are pursed, her jawline tight and when you do find your way back to her, her responses are short and clipped. This is especially true if she knows you’re doing it *on purpose* because that means you’re being bratty and she is absolutely going to punish you the second you get home. K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Her quick kisses are soft, gentle, a small smile on her cheeks. Her private kisses are passionate, full of fire, dominance, hands tangling into your hair, teeth nipping at your lip, tongue surging into your mouth. She loves how quickly she can turn you to mush by kissing your neck, and absolutely loves to leave marks on your inner thighs where no one else can see them

She’s partial to the way you’ll kiss her collarbone, it’s something no one else has ever really done and that makes it special to the two of you and her love it more. As much as she loves the kinky stuff, it’s how soft and tender you are with her that really melts her heart, so it’s those kind of kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) She’s fantastic with kids. While she always had a nanny on hand and did send her kids to boarding school she’s still their mom and they’ll show up whenever they’re sick or need an adult kinda thing and she’s never going to send them away. She’s not the biggest fan of babies, especially because of the mess and the volume, but you cannot tell me this woman is not super excited about being a grandparent now that her own kids are grown.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) They’re quiet, but efficient, she’s likely got the news on in the background, coffee brewing and a quick breakfast made while she’s already skimming through emails and her agenda, figuring out what’s the priority for the day and what she needs to focus on and where she’ll be able to take a couple of breathers. She’s an early riser, even on weekends, and if she’s not working she’s trying to beat the rush to the gym/wherever to get her workout in and be able to check one thing off the list before sunrise kinda thing. She’ll always kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed and if she’s gone by the time you’re up there’s still hot coffee and likely a plate of breakfast waiting in the oven.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) There’s going to be a small amount that is spent working, whether working late at the office, or bringing work home. But she always makes sure that she’s present once you need her, have dinner ready, or something of the like. She’ll put work away and come eat with you, catching up on your days, help you with dishes, stealing as many kisses as she can get before curling up on the couch with you to catch up on your most recent binge with a glass or two of wine. And obviously most weekend nights end up with clothes gone and bodies tangled together for a few hours…

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Heather keeps her secrets, especially with new people. It’s just part of being a politician, she’s going to let you know the basics and very specific details at first. She’s also cautious about things like that/you seeing her house because she comes from old/family money and knows just how quick that can sway someone’s opinion of her. She’s gotten trapped in the sugar babies taking advantage before so now when she indulges in that, she keeps them at an arms length. P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Not necessarily angry, but she is relatively easily annoyed. That being said, she is also our resident brat tamer and does enjoy getting riled up a bit because she knows she can punish it out of you. If she’s been working/told you she doesn’t want to be interrupted she has a shorter fuse, she can and will snap and sometimes it comes off pretty harshly. Sometimes she’ll apologize, sometimes she won’t, but she’ll make sure you know she’s not mad at you and if you haven’t been able to figure it out, she’ll explain why and things will be fine.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?) She remembers most things, but she’s also got such a detailed schedule/calendar/agenda that has a MILLION and a half reminders. Like, homegirl is so fucking organized it baffles people. So she always has the reminders for things like date nights, anniversaries, birthdays, etc far in advance. When it comes to stories, your favourite treats/colour/shows/etc she does generally remember exactly what you like, sometimes even when it’s only mentioned once or in passing. Those more random ones are usually remembered because she also really enjoys them herself, or she can connect it to someone else in her family who’s a huge fan kinda thing.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) It’s likely going to be one of the first times that you welcomed her into your home and urged her to make herself at home/left her alone in your space. She knew in that moment that you trusted her and wanted her in your space and that finally knocks down that final wall of hesitancy of hers. It also could go the other way and very likely be when it gets revealed to you just how rich she is/the first time you’re at her house. She’s nervous, but incredibly happy at your response. You’re not in utter awe, but you’re also not reacting like it’s something you’ve seen every day, you’re reaction is right in the middle where she was hoping it would be. You acknowledge her lifestyle and accept it, but aren’t leaning too hard into it or away from it, you’re here to stay.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Heather is one protective bitch. If you don’t already have a security system at home, she’s getting one installed for you. She doesn’t like you taking public transport, especially after dark. If you don’t have a car, she’s giving you one, if you don’t drive, she’s supplying you with a driver. Out late at night and can’t get home? She’s outside waiting for you/sending a car before you can even send the text. If you’re out together and some prick is flirting with you, she’ll tightly wrap an arm around your waist and pull you to her, asking if you’re alright while staring daggers at the guy. She’s not about to throw hands, but she exudes enough power that the tiniest threat uttered from her lips is more than enough to have someone running.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) She absolutely loves lavish, luxury experiences and puts all of that into her dates, especially the important ones. Once Heather realizes she’s in love, she loves incredibly hard and will go above and beyond to make sure you know you’re loved because she’s also more than well aware of her flaws. Birthdays, anniversaries and the like she’ll always send you on a shopping spree with her credit card the week before, telling you to pick out whatever you want, but always to make sure there’s a new lingerie set too. Dress, heels, jewels, nails, make up, tan, hair appointment, literally whatever you want. If it’s a BIG event, she’s taking you on vacation, it’s gonna be all inclusive, private suite, water front château kinda thing, rose petals on the bed, endless champagne and gifts that are so incredibly perfect and tailored just for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Her flaws are present and she knows they are, no matter how much she tries to avoid them. Work can absolutely consume her and thanks to her line of work, that can make her pretty irritable and short fused. Especially because she will likely also forgo sleeping the amount she needs and other daily necessities. Heather also tends to isolate, and attempt to do everything/fix everything on her own, she has trouble reaching out for help, even if she desperately needs it, she’d rather suffer through it alone than admit she needs help.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Heather is the one most concerned with her looks. She’s likely had a very strict skincare routine from a young age that she does every day without fail. 90% of her closet is designer and if it needs a couple of alterations, she’s sure to get those done in order for things to fit her perfectly. She puts time and effort into her appearance including hair and makeup and has a range of looks depending on exactly what she’s doing professionally that day (if that makes sense lol). She keeps active through various workouts and maintains a healthy diet, she’s not obsessive over it, but makes sure to stay healthy. Heather’s also definitely not against getting small amounts of not super invasive work done, nothing crazy, but just little bits to boost her confidence a bit over the years.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 10000%. She doesn’t need another person to feel whole. She’s someone who isn’t particularly lonely when single, she’s content. She does miss the sex, but obviously has her way of getting that without a full relationship. It’s only once she has found someone that she truly loves that she does realize that it is really nice to have someone to come home to.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.) Was an equestrian growing up and was super good at it. She stopped after she was thrown off a horse during a practice and ended up with a nasty cut (that she still has the scar from) and a minor fracture somewhere in her leg/ankle/foot.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) She absolutely cannot stand lack of motivation/laziness/super dependent people. While she is completely content and enjoys being the dom in relationships, she needs her sub to be content by themselves while she’s busy. She will *always* reward them for it when she has the time, and as much of a brat tamer she is, the neediness can go past a level that she cannot stand. She also needs someone with at least somewhat of their own drive, she doesn’t care if you’re flipping burgers at mcdonald’s or a CEO on wallstreet, but you need *something* that is the reason to wake up in the morning and be a human, ya know? (though she is probably low key gonna judge you if you’re flipping burgers lol, but she’ll help guide you in the direction of a job you like more/earn more)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

*Always* has a glass of wine before bed. If there’s some reason she can’t have one she’s having one of those sleepytime girlie mocktails that have been trending (they’ve got cherry juice and I think magnesium lol). And she likely has another couple of vitamins/supplements to help with rest/recovery/etc overnight.

Heather also either indulges in something very fantasy based right before bed, whether that be a show or a book. She started out reading fiction before bed nightly but found even some of it was too realistic/close to her daily career life so she swapped to fantasy to truly distract herself from life before sleeping.

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A Redemption Earned Epilogue

Heather Dunbar x reader. Jackie Sharp x OC Warnings: language, alcohol minor mention of weed consumption, your regular dose of chaos.

If you are somehow new to this universe.. do not just dive in here..covers “home for the holidays” for bingo

Welp... this is it. This is the final chapter that I wanted this trilogy to wrap up with MONTHS ago, but i simply did not have the energy to do it. I really just wanted everything to come full circle and wrap up with a nice little bow which I think this does. I am not opposed to writing for this universe in the future, in any stage/dynamic and TBH i can't lie, I lowkey have some thoughts about head canons on "prequel" type situations, on how and why Heat ended up like she did so those might pop up eventually....

Everyone was more than well aware that Christmas was likely going to be a bit chaotic this year. It was the first year in your and Heather’s place, the first year that you were involved with hosting, and it was already a larger crowd than normal. It was also the first year there would be someone under the age of ten attending, which meant that the entire schedule of the day shifted around, it wouldn’t just be dinner, drinks and conversation.

Heather had no qualms with hosting, knowing she had you by her side to help and you were more than excited to lend a hand, this of course being the first Christmas you were officially, part of the family. The family group chat had been incredibly active as everyone had talked through plans, finding out what Lily usually did with Cody considering her parents were down South now, and what her thoughts were for this year. In the end, she was rewarded a very blessed, child free Christmas Eve while Cody tore up your and Heather’s place, watching Christmas movies, making gingerbread houses and helping wrap some last minute presents before leaving out milk and cookies for Santa and finally climbing into bed.

The plan for the morning was for the three of you to open up stockings from Santa and have a nice little breakfast before people would start to trickle over through the day. Lily ended up being the first, arriving basically at the same time as Rob (who of course had Steve in tow) the two of them claiming they simply didn’t know what to do with the morning to themselves. Naturally, Heather did have stockings prepared for everyone, letting Cody hand them out (Rob was pleasantly surprised, giving her a warm smile when she even had one for Steve).

Rob almost immediately made a beeline for the kitchen to make sure things were running smoothly in there, helping out and doing what he could. Coffee and baileys was the go to for the adults while Cody had an endless supply of hot chocolate or apple cider to choose between, Christmas cartoons playing on the television while he showed off his gifts to his mom. Heather had to shoot her a small apologetic look at just how overboard she’d already gone and Lily waved her off with a smile, a look in her eyes reminding the older woman that she’d missed out on eight years with her grandson, she didn’t need to hold back at Christmas.

The party easily flowed between the living room and the open kitchen and dining room, people moving through to grab fresh drinks or some snacks from the finger foods Heather had laid out on the bonus sitting room table. Since she did know just how early Cody had gotten up she did toss some dinosaur nuggets in the air fryer for him, making sure he got an actual lunch and wouldn’t be starving before dinner. Lily was pleasantly surprised when he actually sat down at the table to eat them, thinking that the excitement of the day and all the people would get him riled up, but instead he sat there with Rob, rambling on and on about the adventures they could go on this year.

Becca and Sarah arrived not too long after that, arms filled with bags of presents they had yet to drop off, extra bottles of wine, a pack of seltzers, a tray of pigs in a blanket, spinach dip and fried mac and cheese bites to join the array on the table. They moved through the space, greeting everyone, receiving countless congratulations on their engagement and much fawning over Sarah’s ring before finally making it into the kitchen.

“Merry Christmas!” Becca greeted with a warm smile, wrapping her mom into a tight hug before quickly giving you one and Sarah repeated the pattern as the two of you returned greetings.

“Glad you could finally make it.” Heather teased with a grin, offering them drinks, “I was about to start setting the table, am I going for eight or nine?” She raised a brow toward Becca, knowing the younger girl would know exactly who was planning on showing up.

“Uh..” she tugged her phone from her pocket, swiping to the most recent text chain from Nat, “nine, they’ll be here in forty five give or take, just wrapping things up. Oh!” She suddenly exclaimed and Heather couldn’t help but tense, “they say thanks about your realtor too, their new place is fucking gorgeous!”

“Alright.” Heather shifted forward, pressing a kiss to the top of the girl’s head, “you two head back to the living room, I’m sure Cody will want to give you your stockings.”

The girls darted off and you reached out, squeezing at Heather’s hand, giving her a reassuring smile when she looked up at you.

“What?” She asked with a fake laugh and you rolled your eyes before stepping toward her, cupping her cheeks in your hands and kissing the tip of her nose.

“I can practically feel the anxiety rushing off you.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her softly, “you’re doing a fabulous job hosting, and everyone here loves you.” You squeezed at her cheeks gently, “if Jackie doesn’t behave, we’ll kick her out, it’s not like she’s the VP anymore.” Heather let out a soft sigh, her hands coming up to your wrists, moving your arms to her shoulders as hers wound around your waist.

“You’re right. And thank you.” With a gentle smile she leant in, stealing another kiss.

“Besides, with a kid around? Everyone’s gotta be on their best behaviour.” You kissed her cheek, “how about you go out into the living room and relax for a bit, I’ll start setting the table, and god know Rob is gonna be in here checking on the food every five minutes anyways.”

“You’re not wrong.” She chuckled, kissing your cheek and scooping up her mimosa glass before vanishing off into the living room.

Sure enough, just as you’d pulled the stack of festive plates down from the cupboard Rob was wandering into the kitchen, shooting you a grin before he pulled open the oven to check on the meat. You exchanged a bit of small talk, laughing over jokes before he deemed everything in good shape and cracked another beer and headed back out, leaving you to finish the table in somewhat of quiet peace.

Steve’s barking echoed through the house from the foyer, signalling that the final two of the party were likely arriving, a knock bouncing off the front door as Cody let out an excited squeal of more friends. Lily managed to scoop him up before the door opened and you got to the foyer in time to grab Steve’s collar so he didn’t go running outside.

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile to Nat and Jackie as they returned the greeting, passing of bags of gifts and a couple bottles of wine with the thank you of hosting before stepping out of boots and hanging up coats. Unsurprisingly, it was Cody who piped up over the small talk first,

“Aren’t you the president?” He asked and Jackie laughed.

“Almost, and not anymore.”

“You really didn’t want to run for the head spot?” You asked, nudging Steve back toward the living room.

“Fuck that.” She laughed her eyes suddenly widening as they darted back toward Cody and Lily, “oh my god, I’m so sorry. You must be Lily.” She extended a hand that the younger woman accepted,

“Yeah, and it’s okay.” She laughed, pressing a kiss to Cody’s cheek, “he knows not to repeat that, right bud?”

“Yup!” He exclaimed, “that’s a bad word!”

“Exactly.” Lily booped him on the nose before setting him back on his feet, “why don’t you go show Mimi that new lego set?”

He darted off without another word right as Becca popped into the entrance with a squeal, racing to wrap Nat in a bear hug.

“I’m so glad you guys came. It’s so nice to finally fucking see you again.” She quickly hugged Jackie, “drinks? Wine? Seltzer?” She paused to eye Nat for a moment, “brownie?”

“You know I’m not a member of office anymore, it doesn’t have to be a brownie, right?”

“Oh thank fucking god.” Becca laughed, “because I’ve got a massive joint in my bag and it’s always better to smoke before eating than eat.” Her eyes swept between the rest of the people in the foyer, “Lily?” The blonde hesitated with a small laugh before you nudged at her shoulder.

“Go. If you want to of course. You’ve got plenty of family willing to keep an eye on Cody, have a fun Christmas.”

“You know what that does sound fucking great.”

“Perfect.” Becca grinned, reaching for her coat as she leaned back into he living room, “Sarah! C’mon!” Her fiancée raised a brow but moved through the space as you turned to Jackie.

“Drink? We’ve got mimosas, wine, beer, seltzers, something stronger?”

“Wine would be great, thank you.” She smiled softly, following you into the house, giving a small hello and merry Christmas to the rest of the crew, her head tilting in surprise at the sight of Heather on the floor, Cody in her lap as they built legos together.

“Hey!” Heather called out to Becca, “where do you think you’re going, dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“That’s kind of the point!” Becca called back before the group of girls disappeared through the front door and you couldn’t help but laugh, Heather’s gaze directed to you, her brow furrowed as you knew something she didn’t.

“They’re going to...” you raised your fingers to mime out the action and Heather let out a small huff, rolling her eyes before returning her attention to Cody, not that she was overly surprised.

You were pleasantly surprised with the small talk you and Jackie managed to start up, although you were never the one she’d had problem with. She complimented the house, mentioning something about being thankful to use the same realtor and you replied that Becca had said their new place was stunning. It naturally resulted in a mini tour of the two of you got a little more acquainted before making your way back to the living room and things got settled amongst the adults.

The group reassembled right as timers were going off and everyone started shifting into the dining room and kitchen, hands were washed, side dishes were plated up and Rob started carving turkey and ham into slices. Pleasant conversation and laughter took over the table, compliments given out over food, and wine glasses were on a bottomless refill stream (Cody’s filled with sparkling grape juice in order to feel fancy). It was only natural that the conversation steered back towards work, Jackie congratulating Becca on her new fancy big girl job as Nat had referred to it.

“What about you?” Becca asked “are you really not gonna gun for the Oval? Or are you just on hiatus for a few years?”

“Oh, god no.” Jackie laughed in return, “eight years was enough, once that inauguration hits, I am officially retired.”

“You’ll find it is much more enjoyable than expected.” Heather commented and Jackie raised a curious brow in her direction.

“Are you no longer working?”

“No.” She laughed softly, “the firm’s still in my name, I’ll show up to board meetings every couple of months but that’s about it.”

“Are you retiring?” Becca kicked at Nat’s foot under the table, using her fingers to put quotations over the last word of her sentence and the other woman shrugged.

“Not sure. We were thinking of taking at least a year off to travel for ourselves for once but I wanted to see if you two had set a wedding date yet?”

“Oh god!” Sarah and Becca both laughed, “that’s at least a year away yet! We haven’t even started any planning.”

“Looks like we have plenty of travel time then.” Jackie smiled, her hand coming to squeeze at her wife’s before she glanced over to Heather and Rob, “you two didn’t happen to sell any of those vacation properties when you divorced, did you?”

“Where do you think I spent the first year and a half?” Heather replied with a laugh, watching the way Jackie and Nat glanced between each other, “and yes, we can give you keys to both if you’re headed out that way.”

“Where are they?” Nat asked.

“Barcelona and French Alps.” Becca replied.

“And they are both absolutely gorgeous.” Sarah noted.

Cody jumped in with a comment about vacation, asking his mom if they could go visit gramma and grampa over spring break, that he wanted them to meet Mimi and Pops and the conversation shifted on from there. You discovered you were one of the only ones at the table who’d never actually been to Florida and definitely hadn’t had the childhood experience of going to any of the theme parks and the entire thing got the ball rolling on a larger family vacation come spring.

Bellies were full, the mood was happy through the room, laughter and joy swirling through the warm indoor air. It was out of sheer instinct that you started to tidy things up, stacking up plates and moving serving bowls of food back to the kitchen island. You smiled warmly when Cody immediately jumped up to help, collecting cutlery and carefully helping load up the dishwasher. Steve had no complaints happily trotting along after the kid, eager to get whatever scraps he could before they got tossed in the garbage. Heather made a round to make sure everyone’s drinks were refilled before pulling out stacks of Tupperware so everyone had food to go home with. Once the dishwasher was started Cody turned to wash his hands and let out a gasp when he looked out the window into the backyard.

“Mimi! It’s snowing!” He let out an excited squeal, turning back to the dining room, “mom can we go play outside?!”

“I think everyone could stand to burn off a little bit of energy.” Rob replied as Lily smiled with a nod.

It wasn’t that cold outside but the snow had been coming down all afternoon, thick and fluffy enough to coat the backyard in a blanket of white. The air still had a balmy warmth to it and was the perfect temperature to be outside after being cooped up indoors with the oven going all day. Rob found the perfect excuse to turn on the outdoor fireplace and dig up a couple of large cozy blankets for the outdoor furniture.

Cody happily ran around the yard, chasing Steve or being chased by Steve, running through the playset and tossing snowballs around the place. He roped Becca into a game of tag and before they knew it all the big kids had been enlisted into a snowball fight. Drinks got switched out for steaming mugs of hot chocolate, coffee or apple cider with players choice of booze inside while the snowball fight began to die down.

Heather found herself back in the kitchen, handwashing a few of the now empty wine glasses before drying her hands on a dishtowel. She glanced up at the sound of someone coming around the corner from the washroom and both her and Jackie stalled when they realized they’d been caught alone together.

“Uh.. did you get a cider?” Heather asked.

“Is there bourbon to go in there?” Jackie asked with a near smirk and Heather couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course there is.” She poured a mug of liquid for the other woman, letting her measure out her own liquor.

“Thanks.” Jackie replied, blowing on the steaming beverage before taking a sip, “you know…never in a million years did I think I’d be saying this, but… grandmother-hood really suits you.”

“It really has been a very refreshing breath on life.” Before Jackie could reply, Cody was bounding into the kitchen.

“Mimi! We’re making a snow man; I need a carrot for the nose!” Heather chuckled, opening the fridge to pull one out,

“Anything else?”

“He’s gonna need eyes. Maybe brussel sprouts? They’re icky, no one’s going to eat them.”

“Okay…” She laughed, reaching back into the fridge for the required vegetables before he raced back out into the yard with a yell. Heather glanced up to Jackie, who was watching the boy shove back on his boots on the back porch.

“God I do not know how you do it.”

“Hmm?” She picked up her mug of cocoa, following the other woman back onto the back porch.

“I mean even for me it’s like I’m suddenly flashing back thirty years ago, this must’ve been hard for you.”

“It was a hurdle at first, that’s for sure. But I like to think of it like the second chance I never got with Jordan.”

“That’s sweet.” Jackie smiled, “he really loves you. They all do. You and y/n are so lucky to have each other.” Her gaze drifted out into the yard before turning back to the other woman, “I’m really happy for you Heather, truly. You really did realize what you were missing out on and worked your ass off to make things right. You’ve managed to create this beautiful family, and…. I am thankful to be part of it.”

A small silence over took the porch as the two of them truly let the words sink in, watching the rest of the group play. Rob had broken out the cigars, watching the chaos from the comfort of a large patio chair while Becca and Nat were cozied up on a lounger, they were snacking on something and there was no doubt it was a brownie. While you, Lily and Sarah were happily helping Cody make what was turning into a snow family.

“Thank you.” Heather finally spoke, “it really does mean a lot. And I do have to thank you for stepping up as godmother while I was gone.”

“It was nothing.” She chuckled, “easier when I can have an intellectual conversation with her.”

“Doesn’t hurt you married her best friend.”

“No. It doesn’t.” Jackie laughed and the two of them felt the little layer of ice that had been hanging in the air begin to thaw, melting away finally on a night full of love and family.

*

Across the yard, Nat’s hand suddenly clamped around Becca’s wrist, thus silencing her mid sentence.

“What?”

“They’re talking…” she stated, nodding up to the porch, “and that’s like, genuine, happy conversation with real smiles and laughs, not fake political bullshit style talking.”

“It’s a fucking Christmas miracle.”

“Oh… my god…”

“Are they about to hug?” Becca’s whisper was hissed, “how drunk are they? Is hell freezing over right now?”

“Holy fuck they’re really hugging.”

“Girls…” Rob chuckled from across the fire pit, “everyone is allowed to make amends, remember?”

“Yeah, I just never thought…” Becca trailed off.

*

Heather glanced up at movement on the small set of stairs, her head tilting at you and Cody hand in hand before he ran ahead inside.

“Bathroom break?” She asked.

“No.” You sighed with a smile, “there has been another request for The Grinch.”

“We just got out here!” She protested with a laugh, gesturing to Jackie and herself and you shrugged, stepping closer to her to steal a kiss.

“Who am I to tell a kid no on Christmas? Even if we have already watched it three times?” With a small giggle you pressed another kiss to her lips, “feel free to stay out for a bit, I’ve got him.” Behind her, Heather could feel Jackie disappearing down the stairs into the yard, no doubt to give the two of you a little bit of privacy.

“It would be nice to have a tiny bit of adult time.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve tired him out, he’ll probably be asleep within the hour.”

“Alright.”

With a soft smile she cupped at your cheek, leaning in for another kiss, her lips gently meeting yours and you couldn’t help but let out a happy hum against her. Your hand squeezing at her waist softly as you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss.

“I love you.” You murmured softly with a warm smile.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine sweetheart.” She grinned back at you and you could feel all the unspoken words flowing through the air, laughing softly and kissing her once again before disappearing into the house.

Heather watched you go through the door, the excitement in your voice as you greeted Cody in the living room before she glanced through the yard. Never in a million years did she think that her life would turn out like this, never did she think that something so welcoming, so homey, a night filled with love, laughter and affection would be a Christmas in her household. Yet here she was, with her own little found family creating the greatest thing that she never would have expected.  She was happy, beyond happy, and so head over heels in love she nearly didn’t believe it herself. Everything was perfect, it was finally perfect, yet it was so drastically different from her previous thoughts on perfection.

So when she finally said goodnight to the last guest to leave, knowing that everyone else was set up in a guest room for the night and she flicked off the light on the main floor, she knew that she was exactly where she needed to be. She may have been to hell and back, she may have put people through hell and back, but she had grown, she’d become the better person she needed to be, and she now had the life she had always dreamed of and would never forget. She crawled into bed that night feeling happier than she’d ever felt in her life, smiling happily as you rolled in her arms, awake just enough to kiss her gently, wishing her a merry Christmas and reminding her just how much you loved her. In return she pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, repeating that she loved you, and how thankful she was for you, and for her family.

“I love you Heat… I always will.” You murmured, burying tighter into her embrace as you let out a happy sigh, “don’t ever forget that.”

“Believe me… I never will.”

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Unconditionally

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, some hurt/comfort, canon talks of violence/angst/politics. Covers the "c'mere let me hold you" square for bingo. TBH, it's a little all over the place, it was gonna be a soft h/c fic, and then I realized it could turn into a "fix the canon fic" but was too deep into it to switch things up and I just wanted to get something posted for bingo lol. so...here ya go!

Heather had been soaring through the pre-election race. Once Jackie had dropped out and endorsed her, she knew she had it basically in the bag, and that was without the drama about to unfold around the Underwoods. The couple was slowly dissolving in front of the entire country, no matter how they tried to cover it up, anyone with a brain could see that things were going south, that Claire was no longer at his appearances. They continued to try to sell false lies to the public, but only a certain percentage would even pause to believe them.

So as Heather got ready to leave for her next event you simply smiled, humming over the brim of your coffee mug from the kitchen island. She took a moment, smiling softly at you while she crossed the room, her fingers trailing over your cheek before pressing her lips to yours gently.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go kick some ass.” You enunciated with a playful swat to her ass before stealing another kiss, “I wish I could be there this week.”

“Eh,” she shrugged, “it’s just a couple of meet and greets.” She ducked to kiss the top of your head, “and you’ve got an actual important conference this week. I’ll see you Monday for that press event?”

“Bright eyed and bushy tailed.” You smiled, tugging at her arm to pull her back for one more kiss, “I’ll text you when I land.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” With a flash of that gorgeous and mischievous grin, she was gone from your apartment, leaving you to chuckle softly, tucking deeper into the couch before you had to be bothered with work.

A matter of hours later and you let out a sigh, figuring you should finish off packing before you had to leave to the airport. Work often took you out of Washington, and this week was no different, jetting off to Dallas for a conference. You were bummed to not be around for Heather’s upcoming appearances, but you always made your presence known in other ways to show that she had the strong support system in place. Finally, you were out the door and on the road, updating Heather with a text before the plane took off and gearing up for a week of presentations.

**

One very boring week in Dallas later and you were finally on your way home and you absolutely could not wait to see Heather. You’d kept up to date as much as you could, the political news on in the background of your hotel room or checking updates on your phone. That was until Thursday, you woke up to find your phone dead, and no matter how you attempted to plug it in, it refused to hold a charge or turn on. You let out a frustrated groan and made the detour that morning to have it dropped off at the apple store before you headed into the last couple of days of the conference. You shot Heather a message over social media to let her know why you weren’t replying to anything, but figured she was pretty damn busy right now anyways. There was a chance the person answering you would be Cynthia instead of your girlfriend anyways. Work consumed the both of you, time slipping by before you even knew it, barely having time to pick up your phone before heading to a last-minute meeting and then the airport.

Finally, you were home. Letting out a heavy sigh as you stepped out of the required heels, tossing your coat onto the hook in the entry hall as you dragged your suitcase down to the laundry room. Whatever wasn’t dry clean only was tossed into the wash immediately, stripping out of your own clothes to add them to the machine. You debated between showering and sleeping and figured you should at least get the airplane grime off you, stepping into a steaming shower to do so. Things worked out in your favour and you were able to move everything into the dryer after pulling on cozy pyjamas. You let out a low grumble as you sleepily moved through the house, the main bedroom got so much fucking light during the day, even with the high-tech blinds, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep. The guest room however was in the corner of the property that not only got the worst light, but also was shaded by the giant tree outside the window. You grabbed your preferred pillow, and made your way in there, collapsing against the mattress and instantly falling into a deep sleep.

*

Heather had been going through absolute hell the past three days. She’d been completely blindsided, and for once, it wasn’t actually by one of her political running mates. She’d barely slept the last two days, she ached for a moment to talk to you, to have you hold her and reassure her that her chance to win was still strong. Instead she was trapped in meeting after meeting, late nights with Cynthia and her attorney as they tried to figure out what the fuck to do at this point. She kept her brave face on, kept her head high, and accepted any and all appointments made to talk to her as long as they weren’t with the press.

Midday Saturday she was finally able to return to Washington and to her actual home instead of a hotel or a guest suite at the White House. The moment the front door shut behind her she felt the complete and utter weight of emotion and the entire situation collapse onto her shoulders. It wasn’t quite a cry that escaped her lips, but a shudder of a heavy breath, a silent cry as she tried to let out the emotion, her brow furrowing, eyes shutting as she sunk against the door, kicking her heels aside. This was worse than just losing the race, worse than losing her political career, if the right people, the right lawyers, spun this in the right way, she could end up in jail. And the worst part of it was, she actually had nothing to do with it.

Attempting to gain control over her emotions, she reached for her phone, another wave of helplessness coming over her when she found no notifications at all. Rather than bothering to reach out to anyone, she did what she felt was the only thing she could do, let herself feel all the vulnerability that she hated so much. Quickly making her way to the bedroom she stripped off her suit, feeling disgusting to even be associated with the idea of what had happened, she needed a shower, a very long and hot one.

*

The sound of the water running stirred you from your sleep. At first, you simply grumbled, rolling over and pulling the sheets tighter around you. It was only when your brain woke up enough to remember you were no longer in a hotel that you realized the sound of the shower meant that Heather was home.

It still took a few minutes for you to get out of bed, yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you moved through the apartment quietly. You realized you hadn’t even plugged your phone in yet, doing so as you noticed it was passed dinner time. Figuring you could decide on some delivery later, you poured out a couple of glasses of wine, pulling your sweater tighter around you as you waited for the water to stop running. Your phone lit up as it signified it was finally charging, grabbing your attention as you eagerly sipped at your wine. The notifications were a bit overwhelming, so you opted to distract yourself with the meaningless ones first, scrolling through tik tok, laughing over the small videos. It wasn’t until you had finished your glass of wine that your brow furrowed, glancing to the clock to see how long you’d been trapped in the lazy spiral. It had been over half an hour, and the shower was still running. Heather wasn’t one for long showers, even the self care showers maxed at twenty minutes. You pouted, placing the wine and your phone down on the kitchen island before putzing down the hallway to the bedroom, knocking gently on the door to the en suite.

“Baby?” You asked softy, slightly wondering if she’d hear you over the water, “Heather?” your voice louder when she didn’t respond, thinking she couldn’t hear you over the stream. Instead of her words, all you heard in return was what sounded like a sob, instantly flicking on your panic instinct. Thankfully, the door wasn’t locked and you easily pushed it open, stepping into the steaming room, “Heather!”

You pulled open the glass door to the shower and she let out a quiet yelp, her body jumping at the sudden intrusion and you frowned at the sight of her sitting on the bathmat, knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes were rimmed with red, puffy with mascara smudged underneath them when she glanced up at you, wiping at her face. She was barely half under the stream of water, although that didn’t surprise you too much, it was steaming hot.

“I didn’t realize you were home.” She mumbled, attempting to avoid your eyes.

“What is going on?”

“They…. They think I had something to do with it.”

“With what?” you took a half step into the shower, tossing your sweater off onto the basin behind you, “babe…. Can we maybe get you out of here?”

“Just leave me be.” She sounded completely exhausted and your heart fell in your chest at defeated tone in her voice.

“Absolutely not. C’mere. Let me hold you.” She replied with a simple shake of the head, stifling another cry and you huffed, “alight, well then I’m coming in there and you can scold me for the ruined lululemon later.”

You moved to step into the shower, just about to hit the stream of water when Heather let out a scoff, swatting you away, but thankfully accepting your hand as you reached toward her, pulling her to standing and tugging her out of the shower. It took you by surprise the way she instantly latched onto you, truly not caring about her soaked form wetting your clothes as she buried into the crook of your neck, shaking with cries. One arm securely wrapped around her, pressing gently kisses to her damp hair as the other one managed to get a towel off the rack, doing your best to wrap it around her.

“Hey….hey…it’s gonna be alright….” You cooed gently as she let it out. You were more than concerned, having never seen her like this, she was always so up and ready to take on the world, this was a whole new Heather to you.

It wasn’t long before her body was shivering from the cold and not from the crying, her eyes feeling like they were unable to let any more tears out, she was all out of emotion despite feeling like absolute garbage. She nestled deeper into your arms, a shuddering breath as she felt you leave a kiss to the top of her head, your forefinger curling under her chin to turn her head up to look at you.

“Can we maybe get you dressed? I’ve got a bottle of wine waiting; I want you to talk to me about this…”

Heather let out a little sigh, nodding at you before she let you guide her back to the bedroom, pulling out only the comfiest and coziest clothes for her to put on. You swiftly changed your now soaked shirt, pulling the fuzzy blanket from the bed to take to the couch, knowing that it was Heather’s favourite. Linking her hand in yours, you guided her out there, tucking the blanket tightly around her after she settled on the couch. Her eyes occasionally shot up to you as you flitted through the space, bringing both the bottle of wine and snagging the bottle of scotch from the liquor cabinet, making sure to grab a box of tissues before you handed her a drink, settling on the couch beside her. It took a few moments for her to calm down, sucking back at the scotch before her breathing settled, she was sure you already knew so much of it, and she was suddenly unsure that you would believe her side of things. She started to spiral down once again, her heart racing in her chest until she felt the warmth of your hand in hers, squeezing gently, a soft smile on your face when she looked up.

“I haven’t heard from you in days, and now this? You’re stressing me out.” You started and she let out a shaky sigh.

“They took away my phone, I wasn’t allowed internet access the last three days.”

“Why? I know politics can be bullshit but what the fuck?”

“Have you been living under a rock?” She scoffed, “Underwood’s at the hospital in a fucking coma right now.”

“Yeah, I heard he got shot—I—wait. Do they think you had something to do with that!?” She nodded meekly, a tear slipping down her cheek, “oh come on! A little blackmail, sure. But straight up murder? Please.” Your heart fell at the way her lip began to tremble again and you tugged on her hand, pulling her into your lap, leaning against your chest as you leant against the arm of the couch. “they’re being ridiculous.”

“Only to a point.”

“What’d’you mean?” your hands softly traced up and down her arms as you lay a kiss to the top of her head.

“I did meet with Goodwin.”

“I take it that’s the guy who shot Underwood?”

“God you really have been living under a rock.” She muttered and you chuckled softly.

“You know I stay as far away from politics as I can.” you gave her a little squeeze as you felt her sigh again, “so? You saw the guy. I’m sure that can be explained off easily.”

“Not exactly.” Heather sniffled again, her chest welling with emotion all over again, “he managed to get to Cynthia and I privately. When we figured out who he was I called the attorney general about it, turns out she’s not as secretive as I’d hoped.”

“What does that mean?” You prompted gently, knowing that eventually she would get it all out, but you wanted to remind her that you had her back, that you always wanted your relationship to be open and truthful with clear communication. You knew that she struggled to admit about certain things, especially when they came to her work.

“As of eleven tonight it’s public knowledge that I met with Goodwin. It’ll be all over the fucking news. I’ve already put together a statement regarding my campaign, I guess….it’s down to public opinion, my word against what everyone wants to believe. I told the truth, I did what I thought was right…. Even if it meant losing my reputation….”

“Heather I’m so sorry…” Your arms squeezed tighter around her, your lips pressing into her hair, “you did everything right. You deserve to be president.”

“I’ll be lucky if I can even retain any job in government after this.” She mumbled, burying her head into your chest, “I’m done for.”

“Don’t talk like that.” You murmured, hand stroking at her cheek, wiping away the stray tear.

“The board has to deliberate, corroborate my statements with others, make sure I didn’t have anything to do with this. I’m lucky I’m not in a holding cell right now.”

“Is it really that bad?” You felt your heart jump in your chest, cursing yourself for not paying more attention to the campaign, suddenly feeling worse for Heather, “don’t answer that.” You quickly added, leaving a reassuring kiss on her skin once again, “they’re not going to find anything because you didn’t do anything. And you came to them, came clean and did what was right.”

“And then what?” her voice was impeccably small when she asked a few moments later, the defeat heavily laced within her words.

Instead of trying to feed her lines of bullshit, saying that everything would be okay, that maybe the country would see her as a hero for helping take out Underwood, that things would be fine, you simply held her. Letting the unspoken words do their work as her body slowly began to relax deeper into yours, the tension and stress she’d been holding onto all week melting away bit by bit as she was lulled with the reminder that no matter what, she was loved, that she had you. It didn’t matter what happened, you weren’t going anywhere, and you weren’t going to let anything happen to her either. A clock quietly chimed from somewhere in the house and Heather let out a content sigh, her hand reaching out for the glass of scotch on the coffee table, this time taking a smaller sip. She hummed at the feeling of your fingers tracing her face, pushing her drying hair behind her ear, trailing down her cheek and tilting her chin up to you to steal a tender kiss.

“I think a vacation is due.” You murmured, kissing her forehead before she settled back on your chest, “for someone so career oriented, you certainly do talk about the Maldives a lot.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Then let’s go.” You offered, “you’ll get cleared from this, make a couple political statements and we’ll pack our bags.”

“I dunno if a week will be enough to forget about all this.”

“Who said anything about a week?” You grinned when she rolled her head to look up at you, “Heather, you’ve worked enough to make up for a lifetime, and it’s not like you’re lacking in funds. We’ll go as long as we want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You smiled warmly, ducking down to steal another kiss, “as long as there’s Wi-Fi I can work remotely if needed. Otherwise, I’m all yours. As long as you need me, and for whatever you need me for.”

Heather let out a soft sigh, a smile taking over her cheeks for what felt like the first time in weeks as she sat up properly, still keeping her limbs tangled with yours. Her hand reached up to cup your cheek, kissing you gently,

“I truly don’t know what I would do without you.”

This time the tears in her eyes were ones of happiness, of knowing that she’d found the person she needed to be with for the rest of her life. The one that loved her unconditionally, that kept her in line when she needed a little reminding, the one who always made sure she had healthy food to eat and gave her gentle reminders to put down the work and get some sleep. When she’d returned home earlier that day, she’d been even more upset to find the place seemingly empty, wanting nothing more than to sink into your embrace, knowing that you would simply, make it all go away. It truly didn’t matter what was going on in her life, as long as she had you by her side, she knew that everything would be alright.

“Thank you.” She murmured, kissing you once again and you smiled into the kiss, arms winding around her, tugging her closer to you.

“Anything for the woman I love.” You pecked her cheek, your hand reaching out to your phone, “now…. Let’s get you some dinner, cause I doubt you’ve eaten all day.”

Heather opened her mouth to protest, to scoff at the near teasing in your voice, but simply closed her lips with the tiny look you gave her. You were right. She’d even skipped dinner the night prior. She couldn’t help but feel herself burst with love for you in that moment, you just always knew. She never had to say the actual words, you simply just did exactly what she needed to feel better, and it was no different in this situation. No matter how everything turned out, even if she lost her career, she was still going to win. Because she had you. And that was all she needed.

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[storiesofsvu]

I Put a Bow On It

Jackie Sharp x reader x Heather Dunbar Warnings; language, smut, threesome F/F/F, sex toys, Mommy kink, Daddy kink, strap on, “cum” play, technically, there’s snowballing, minor puppy kink. A/n; covers the secret santa square for holiday bingo. Also…she long…we talking 5000 words ish…you’re welcome? Also…remember Heather in CA was much worse than normal/canon, so this is in character IMO… ALSO, y’all have @melk917 for producing some BOMB smut that reawakened my smut writing gene for finally getting this off the ground, so…bless you…

Heather let out a huff of a sigh as she finally stepped into the entry way of her home, a satisfied groan as she stepped out of her heels, hanging her winter coat by the door. She was thankful the house was quiet, she’d nearly expected to come home to at least one staff member still around, but it appeared the proximity to the holidays had them knowing they could take off a little bit early.

She had to admit, she was a little bit annoyed, the only reason she’d been trapped a little late at work, and on a Friday no doubt, was the divisions Christmas party. While she understood the need for the fancy political galas over the holidays, the fancy dresses, the schmoozing and networking that was required for their level of jobs, she truly didn’t understand the apparent dire need for her smaller department to host a secret Santa. She thought it was childish, a waste of time, and something done by companies who couldn’t afford to pay their employees bonuses, or give them a proper holiday treatment. This was only enunciated by the fact that whomever had apparently drawn her name had forgone the entire evening. Not that she had an issue with not receiving a cheap gift, she had everything she could possibly need already, especially something under a fifteen dollar limit.

She left her keys and purse on the entrance table, making she she had her phone and table to plug in upstairs as she moved through the house. It was only at the sound of a clink coming from the kitchen that she froze, her head tilting, assuming there still was a housekeeper there, or that one of the kids had come to escape their own holiday torment.

“Maria?” She asked hesitantly, noticing there were a few more lights on than normal.

A small chuckle replied to her and Jackie Sharp rounded the corner, bottle of liquor in one hand, glasses in the other.

“Just me.” She nearly smirked, “don’t worry.” Heather laughed,

“And you’re here because?”

“I owe you a stupid secret Santa.” She rolled her eyes.

“You could have not wasted your time, just left it with Maria when you got here, have her put it under the tree.” She gestured towards the main floor family room.

“Mmm… that wouldn’t have worked…” Jackie mused, “I left it upstairs. We all know you have the more lavish and preferred tree set up in the sitting room off your master bedroom. You only keep the tree down here for the kids, I know it’s the one you hate. Where else should I leave something just for you?”

“And you’re downstairs because?” Heather raised a brow and Jackie let out a small laugh.

“You keep the high end scotch in the basement, don’t think I’ll ever forget that.” With a smirk, she turned, moving to the staircase as Heather watched the sway of her hips, “don’t you want to see what your gift is?”

“Sharp…you better not be wasting my fucking time.”

“Oh I’m not.” Jackie grinned over her shoulder, “and if you think I am, I can at least offer you a drink.”

“Of my own scotch?” She raised a brow and Jackie laughed.

“Is my company really that terrible?”

“It’s a hell of a lot better than the imbeciles I spent the evening with.”

“Exactly. Now c’mon.”

Heather practically rolled her eyes, but followed the younger woman up the stairs. She took in Jackie’s appearance as she did so, normally she flaunted her femininity around the White House, a way to shove it to the other Senators that a woman could do their job just as well if not better than them. Tonight, while still dressed professionally, she was in a deep black, perfectly fitted pant suit, crisp white button up underneath, an extra few buttons undone than normal. She’d abandoned her shoes at whatever door she’d come in, but Heather had no doubt they were sky high stilettos, the ones that made the curve of her ass stand out even more in those stunning pencil skirts she usually wore.

As they approached the sitting room that adjoined to Heather’s bedroom, she noticed the lights had been turned down, that the tree was the main spectacle, the coloured lights around the window lighting the room along with the electric fire place. There was a warmth up there that the lower floor lacked and she wondered just how long Jackie had been here. Suddenly, Jackie stepped to the side, pausing in her steps,

“Well?” She nodded towards the tree, a grin on her face, “what do you think?”

Heather let out a small ‘ah’. Perched at the edge of the tree on the rug was you, dressed in a red lingerie set, intricate bows and lace patterns throughout the entire thing. Clipped into the side of your hair was another red bow, and you were sitting pretty, ready and waiting on your knees, your hands folded neatly on top of your thighs as you looked up at the other two women with doe eyes.

“This…is my gift?” Heather asked, glancing toward the other woman.

“I put a fucking bow on it, didn’t I?” Jackie laughed, moving through the room she placed the glasses and scotch down on the coffee table, pausing to briefly rub her thumb over your chin, cooing down at you.

“And are there restrictions?” Heather asked. She knew how long you and Jackie had been together, but had been disclosed just how your relationship worked. She knew that things got rather kinky, that occasionally, Jackie was okay with sharing you, but things had to be very specific. Her and Jackie had a very brief history, back when they were both just starting out in the political field, so something like this wasn’t completely new to her. To be completely honest, the first time she’d laid eyes on you as Jackie’s plus one she’d hoped you were just a friend, disappointed to discover that you’d been together for years already. She’d been hoping for an opportunity like this to present itself, and now, she was suddenly very thankful for the stupid secret Santa that had been organized.

“As long as I’m here…I’m in charge.” Jackie mused, pulling the cap from the bottle of scotch with a pop that echoed through the room. The noise caught your attention, your head glancing up, looking towards Jackie and she chuckled darkly, “oh…pup…are you thirsty?”

Knowing you probably weren’t allowed to speak yet, you simply nodded, feeling a pulse shoot through you at the way your lover’s eyes darkened.

“Mmm…” She simply hummed in response, taking a hefty swig of the scotch, her eye gleaming at you while she did so.

What surprised you was that she, instead of stepping toward you, stepped towards Heather, pulling the other woman into a kiss, meeting her lips softly, but guiding the liquid into her mouth, tilting Heather’s chin up, keeping a hand on her throat as an indication to not swallow quite yet. It was her way of passing the next level of control over to her, letting the both of you know that while she may be the first in command, and in charge, that there was no way you were to disobey Heather tonight, that as long as you were okay with it, you had to do whatever she wanted you to.

“Go on.” She nudged at Heather’s hip post kiss, pushing her towards you. You were, ready and waiting now, head tilted up towards the brunette, your mouth open, letting out a soft gasp as her hand wrapped around your jaw. It was gentle, guiding you to make sure she got the liquid where she wanted as she let the liquor dribble into your mouth. Without a word you held your mouth open, glancing between her and Jackie until Jackie nudged her again and Heather softly caressed your cheek,

“Swallow, my sweet girl.”

You did as so, letting your throat bob before presenting your empty mouth to both of them.

“Good girl.” Jackie praised, giving you a soft nod.

“Thank you Daddy.” You murmured, nearly ducking from Heather’s gaze, not sure if she was aware of that portion of your relationship of not.

“Well..” Heather mused with a smirk as she turned to the other woman, “that is fitting.”

“What do you mean?” Jackie asked with a laugh, pouring out the actual glasses of scotch, handing one to Heather while she placed the third on the coffee table. She stripped out of her blazer, folding it neatly over the back of her chair, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she sat down.

“She already has a Daddy.” Heather shrugged, “I much prefer Mommy.”

“Are you alright with that pup?” Jackie raised an eyebrow in your direction and you eagerly nodded, causing her to softly laugh, “alright. We want you to feel good, and your knees must hurt, why don’t you come sit on Mommy’s lap? Have a drink with us?”

“Yes Daddy.” You nodded toward her, slowly moving across the space, picking up the glass of liquor from the coffee table before pausing in front of Heather, “may I?”

“Of course.” She smiled warmly, her hands dancing at your skin, ghosting over the seams of the lingerie, tracing over your exposed body with a small smile on her face. You did your best to not let your breath catch in your throat at the contact, your body already tingling at the thought alone. “Get comfortable pup.” Heather’s added usage of the name Jackie usually called you made your pussy clench, a shudder nearly shaking through you as your hand clenched around the class of scotch.

You instead took a breath, sinking down into her lap, you let yourself sink sideways, so that you were still facing Jackie, your body mainly on Heather, looping an arm over her shoulders as you still faced Jackie. One of your legs half tucked under you while the other extended on the couch in the direction of the chair she was settled in.

“Pup…relax…” Jackie murmured with a small laugh, “I am very happy sharing you with Heather. And she is very eager to explore….as long as you want this…let go. Do you still want this?” The last sentence was said softer, Jackie’s hand softly closing around your ankle, her eyes meeting yours as Heather’s hands suddenly vanished from your body.

“Yes…oh fuck yes.” You replied, “please..” your eyes begged Jackie, “I just don’t want to disobey you Daddy.”

“Oh pup…” she smiled, leaning forward to stroke your cheek, “you don’t have to worry about that tonight. Heather here is going to be the one making you see stars. Do you trust us?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, your face turning to Heather, “what would you like Mommy?”

“Can I start with a kiss?” She asked with a raised brow and you smiled, letting out a small laugh,

“Of course.” This time, her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to her as her lips met yours. At first it was gentle, exploring each other before her tongue slipped into your mouth, pulling a groan from you, your hands clutched at her skin, trying to pull her closer to you as your tongues danced. You briefly heard shuffling from behind you, knowing Jackie was moving around the room as you shifted, your legs now straddling Heather to deepen the kiss.

Her hands drifted across your body, nails softly scratching in their path, making your skin break out in goosebumps. Her fingers toyed with the edges of your lingerie, following a strap up to your shoulder, tracing over your collarbone and up to your neck. A solo finger hooked underneath the black satin collar you wore, starting at the pearl that signified Jackie’s birthstone and her claim over you before following it around to the back of your neck where it tugged lightly and you moaned into Heather’s mouth. Your hands buried into her loose hair, tugging at the roots, your teeth nipping at her lower lip, pulling a chuckle from her as you finally pulled apart breathlessly. Your mouth trailed kisses across her jaw, the hold you had of her hair tilting her head to give you access to the column of her neck. You knew as much as Jackie was gifting you to Heather, this was also a present to Heather, and you wanted her as riled up and satisfied as you knew you would be by the end of this.

Heather let out a breathy sigh at the way your lips were tingling on her sensitive skin, your fingers sliding under the strap of her dress to gain access to more of her skin, nipping at her shoulder, laying a kiss over the same spot before you moved back to her neck. Sucking and biting at her skin, your hips ground down as you nearly let out a whine. She chuckled, tilting your head back up to catch your swollen lips in another kiss.

“Careful…” she smirked, “wouldn’t want you getting too needy now, would we?”

“Well then give her some fucking attention.” Jackie laughed, rising from her chair as she drained her scotch, sauntering over to the couch. Her voice caught your attention, your head turning to look at her, she was slowly unbuttoning her shirt as she walked up, exposing her bare body underneath, she caught the way your eyes flickered down to the button of her pants, tongue darting out to wet your lips, knowing what was waiting underneath. “Unless of course, you want an excuse to punish her?” Jackie smirked, leaving her shirt on yet open as one of Heather’s hands caught your chin turning your gaze back to her. Her fingers traced the column of your neck, down to the swell of your breast as she hummed.

“Not yet….” She mused, her other thumb rubbed along your lower lip, causing your mouth to drop open, sucking the digit into your lips, “though I bet you do look very pretty when you’re a mess…”

“Daddy says so.” You murmured, lips popping off her thumb.

“She does look particularly stunning covered in my cum…don’t you princess?” She leant down to nip at your neck, her hands traced down your shoulders to your back, biting into your skin harder as she undid your bra, “though cum dripping all over her tits is my favourite.” After a soothing kiss to where she’d bitten you, Jackie straightened up, dropping your bra to the floor.

“I can see why.” Heather replied with a small chuckle, “you really are a pretty pup.” Her hands cupped at your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples before groping your tits, briefly pinching at your nipples, “what’s your word?”

“We use the traffic light system.” You whispered back, “and right now everything is very fucking green.”

“Good.” Heather practically growled before her mouth latched onto your chest, sucking your nipple into her mouth as your hands dug deeper into her hair, pulling her impossibly close to you. You felt Jackie’s hands ghosting around your body, nails scratching every so often while she traced your muscles, her lips met your skin randomly, alternating between kisses and bites. Her breath was hot on your neck when she spoke,

“She likes it when you bite.”

Almost instantly Heather’s teeth sunk into the tender skin on the underside of your breast and you gasped, your back arching toward her touch, your head thrown back in ecstasy as your eyes fluttered shut. Jackie chuckled, taking the time to steal a kiss, her tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting every inch of you she possibly could while you began to grind down onto Heather’s lap. Heather moved from one of your tits to the other, her hand taking her mouth’s place on the first as you let out a whine of a moan.

“Oh pup…” Jackie laughed, “I bet you’re just dripping right now. Have you gone and ruined that pretty set I bought you for Mommy?” You whimpered, nodding gently at her, feeling the desire pool within you even more, you could feel your pussy dripping, the dampness soaking your panties. You felt Heather pop off your nipple, waiting for your reaction, looking toward her your breath nearly caught in your throat. Her pupils blown, lips kiss swollen and she looked like all she wanted to do was absolutely devour you.

“Mommy..” you nearly whined, “will you touch me?”

Heather let out a small laugh, a shake of her head as her hands trailed down your body, not missing a single reaction you had to the way her or Jackie’s hands touched you. Finally, she reached between your legs, her fingers ghosting over your inner thighs as she glanced up to you,

“Is this what you want puppy?”

“More…please..” you could feel your cunt clenching around nothing and Heather chuckled once more, looking over your shoulder to Jackie,

“She really is needy.”

“When she wants to be…” the darker haired woman replied, pressing a trail of kisses to your neck, “which means she really wants you to fuck her.”

“Please just touch me!” You cried out and Heather let out an ‘awee’ that you knew you’d later regret, but at least she was doing what you wanted. Her hand snuck between your legs, staying overtop your panties, her knuckles rubbing against your pussy, pressing into your clit as you whimpered, clutching her closer to you as you felt the tension and fire build within you. You were inches from being at your release, shaking in Heather’s lap, wanting to wait til later to actually come, with either her mouth or cock destroying you.

“She’s so fucking wet.” Heather mocked and behind you Jackie laughed,

“She is a little slut.” Jackie mused, pinching at your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “and she just loves being used.”

“You want me to use her?” Heather cocked a brow, her fingers toying with your cunt over your panties, continuing the conversation as if you weren’t there. Every so often they would flick over your clit and your body would shudder against hers, breath catching in your throat and the dirty words being exchanged between her and Jackie.

You were suddenly broken from your trance of lust as Jackie’s hands were pulling you off Heather’s lap, wrapping around you tightly, holding you close enough you could feel the strap bulging into your ass. You gasped as she trailed kisses down your neck, her hands toying with your tits as Heather rose from the couch, caging you in between the two of them.

“I think it’s time you get on the bed pup.” Heather murmured and Jackie’s hands released you, nudging you toward the bedroom before she spoke to the other room.

“And I think it’s time for you to get out of that fucking dress.”

It was a flurry of movement as the three of you moved into the bedroom, you were quick to hop up onto the bed as requested, your body nearly shivering with anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you perched on the edge of the bed in an attempt to feel something, but that didn’t go unnoticed by Heather, who let out a dark chuckle.

“None of that pup.” She smirked, facing the bed as Jackie slid the zipper of her dress down behind her, “let Mommy see that pretty pussy. I know you’re already soaked and needy, but let’s make you a mess before I even touch you, hmm?”

You pouted, but didn’t defy her, ridding yourself off your panties, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of Heather getting more naked by the second. It didn’t take too much of that to have you collapsing against the pillows, your hand shooting between your legs. Doing your best to keep your eyes open and on the show in front of you you let out a moan at the relief of finally being able to touch your clit, rolling it a few times before your fingers delved lower, spreading your pussy lips open.

“Good girl.” Heather praised with a breathy moan, watching your cunt glisten in the low light of the bedroom.

“Now we know she listens…” Jackie husked, nipping at her ear, “the question is do you?” The younger woman’s hands curved around Heather’s body, pinching at her nipples, letting her tits bounce back against her body before sinking lower. “Listen to how fucking wet she is….how good that little pussy sounds…” her taunting continued as the two of them watched you fuck your fingers, the sopping sounds echoing through the room accompanied with your little moans and whimpers, your free hand toying with your chest. “What do you think? Would you like to fuck her? Or shall I? While you sit on her face?”

“Are those my only options?”

“What’re you thinking?”

“That I need to taste her…now.”

“Interesting choice.”Jackie mused, nipping at Heather’s neck while her fingers gently played with her pussy, “does that mean I get to fuck you? You are practically dripping…”

“You’re in charge, aren’t you?” Heather sassed back, turning to the other woman with a raised brow.

In response, Jackie simply shoved her towards the bed, letting her crawl closer towards you as she swatted at her ass, “don’t make her wait any longer.”

She’d barely finished her sentence by the time Heather’s tongue replaced your fingers, lapping through your pussy, flicking at your clit and you gasped. Your hand sunk into her hair, gripping as she began her assault on your cunt. Your hips rocked up when her mouth sunk fully into you, tongue toying with your juices, pulling them further out, lapping them into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You were absolutely drenched, and your body was already burning with passion, you weren’t sure how long it was going to take for you to reach what you were sure would be your first of many peaks.

Nearly everything was coming out in panting whines, and you were incredibly thankful when Heather suddenly let out a gasp, freezing in her movements, giving you a moment to regain your composure. Jackie’s fingers had snuck between her legs, smearing her juices around before she sunk a finger into Heather’s cunt, pumping slowly. She let out a satisfied hum at the warmth around her hand, the way her juices were practically dripping down her wrist already, it clearly didn’t take too much to rile her up, although, with the taste of you, Jackie wasn’t too surprised. She froze in her movements when she’d realized Heather’s mouth had detached from you and let out a small tsk.

“Don’t forget what you wanted…” she swatted at her ass with her free hand, only restarting her movements when Heather buried herself back into your cunt. Jackie added a second finger, twisting and scissoring to make sure she was ready and stretched out, though, the noises coming out of her, and how drenched she was was more than an indicator. She shifted off the bed to rid herself of her pants, admiring the view for a moment.

Your head was tossed back against the pillows, eyes fluttering between shut and trying to watch what else was going on in the room. Your skin was heated, coated in a glistening of sweat as your body writhed against the mattress, hips rocking up to meet Heather’s mouth.

Jackie managed to catch your gaze while she shifted back onto the bed, positioning herself behind Heather, shooting you a wink with a wild grin right as Heather flicked at your clit, a loud moan escaping your lips. Heather was the next to let out a gasp of a moan as Jackie’s strap slipped into her soaked pussy, slowly fulling and stretching her out until she was full to the brim. She slowly pulled almost all of the way out before plunging back in, her hips meeting Heather’s with a soft groan.

“You’re going to have all the time in the world with her..” she murmured, starting a steady pace fucking Heather, “but you’re not going to tease her right now. She comes first. Then I’ll fill this greedy pussy to the brim, understood?” She enunciated with another swat to the other woman’s ass.

“Yes!” Heather grumbled into your pussy, her fingers coming to join her mouth, easily slipping into you.

The way her fingers curled within you had you letting out a cry, hitting exactly where you needed as her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into your mouth. You could barely keep your eyes open any longer to enjoy the sight of Jackie’s cock sinking into Heather’s dripping cunt, though you could hear it. And that coupled with Heather’s moans, and the sound of her fingers fucking you into oblivion were really all you were going to need.

The room was a cacophony of moans, whimpers and whines, wet sounds bouncing off the walls, skin slapping on skin, slurping up juices, and the more than occasional dirty talk spewing from Jackie’s lips as she took in the entire spectacle. The sight of all of it coupled with her beginning to fuck Heather harder enough to get her off, knowing that everyone was pleased and satisfied was all she needed on a night like tonight.

Your body began to shake, trembling against the bed, the hand you had in Heather’s hair tightened, your thighs shaking around her, trying to close your legs. Instead she merely chuckled into your cunt, feeling the way it was fluttering around her fingers, the way your clit pulsed heavily between her lips only causing her to suck harder. Your entire body shook, a near yell broke free of your lips as your orgasm rocked through you, juices streaming out of your cunt onto Heather’s hand, dripping down her wrist. She simply groaned in response, continuing to lap them up, though she gave you some relief as she pulled her fingers from you, using her mouth to clean you up.

“So. Fucking. Hot.” Jackie enunciated each word with a powerful thrust, her hand wrapping around Heather’s hip in search of her clit. The movement shoved her closer to you, burying in between your legs causing you to shudder at the near over stimulation. Never once while Jackie fucked her did the brunette let up, even if she was gently lapping at you or moaning into your skin, she made sure that she got every goddamn drop of you that she could, simply unable to get enough of your taste.

Jackie suddenly grabbed at her hips, flipping her over on the bed to give you a bit of a break as you panted, your chest heaving as you watched the show. Heather’s hands clawed at the headboard as Jackie’s fingers found her clit again, rubbing furiously as she fucked her hard, only taking another few moments before Heather’s hips were thrusting up, freezing as she cried out, hitting her peak harder than expected. She let out a surprised gasp when Jackie squeezed around the base of the toy, filling Heather with her cum, a few slow pumps made sure that she had emptied everything into the other woman, continuing to toy with it as she fucked it back into her squelching pussy with a small chuckle.

She pulled out gently, watching Heather’s juices mix with the thick lube drip out of her pussy, admiring the view. Though it only took a matter of seconds before you dove between Heather’s legs, lapping as much of the mixture up with your tongue, moaning over the taste of the strawberry lube mixed with the taste of Heather. Jackie’s hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, pulling you up from behind, tilting your head back to catch her gaze with a smirk on her face. You eagerly accepted the kiss, her tongue plunging into your mouth, massaging at yours and scooping as much of the mixture out of your mouth, pulling it into hers before she broke the kiss. Out of the corner of her eye she made sure Heather was watching as she opened her mouth, the mixture drooling back from her lips onto your waiting tongue. She swallowed what was left in her mouth, her thumb swiping some spillage from your chin, humming as you sucked the digit into your mouth, licking it clean before swallowing yourself. She looked towards Heather with a grin,

“I knew the strawberry would be good for you. You want a taste?” She raised a brow and Heather laughed, though it morphed into a breathy moan as your tongue swiped through her pussy lips again. This time you swallowed the mixture down as your crawled up her body, meeting her in a heated kiss, letting her suck the taste off your tongue before you pulled away, dropping into the bed beside her with a satisfied sigh.

Jackie let out a small laugh at the sight of you curling against the pillows, the two of you both still out of breath. Heather wrapped around your back, her lips kissing a trail across the back of your shoulder and up your neck, nipping at your earlobe while her hands softly roamed your body. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, humming as your back arched your body into Heather’s, causing you to miss the sight of Jackie getting redressed, buttoning her shirt back up until she was decently covered. Her hand stroked softly at your cheek right as you let out a small gasp; Heather’s hand had found it’s way to your clit. Jackie pressed a kiss to your lips, smiling as her fingers closed around the pearl on your collar, pulling it toward her with a raised brow.

“Now…don’t you forget who you really belong to, alright pup?” You nodded and she booped your nose in response with a nose crinkle of a smile before she turned to Heather, “have all the fun you want. I’ll pick her up on Monday.”

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✊️⏰️🎥 Heather Dunbar

Hang on a sec while I get myself out of CA Heather and back into canon Heather real quick...

Masturbation:

For Heather, she'd always much rather have sex, because part of the fun for her is the dom/sub dynamic, and sometimes she doesn't even have to get off physically to get off.

But then there are the days her little play thing is just *so* cooperative and behaves so well, and like, well... dripping in cum from multiple places by the end that Heather's just *too* riled up that when she gets home she's heading *straight* to the vibrator drawer and going at it multiple times till she's wiped.

If she's away for work and you're stuck at home, there's definitely going to be either phone sex, sexting with pics/videos, or just general thinking of you while she touches herself.

The other big time for masturbation is when she's sharing you. Let's just say it's Jackie who's stopped by for a visit. Heather will sit to the side, legs spread while she starts to finger herself watching Jackie make you fall apart. she particularly enjoys it when a small moan escapes her lips and it gains your attention, lip tugged into your mouth as you watch her fuck herself to the sight of you being fucked.

Otherwise, i think it's a nighttime routine to help her sleep like, quick little get it out of the way kinda thing, to help destress when work is getting insane.

Fave time of day to have sex

Listen. it's any fucking time that she can. she doesn't care if you've just woken up, if it's 10 am, a midafternoon supposed to be bringing coffee by the office but whoops you're bent over her desk suddenly, or a dinner was nice but i'd rather have you for dessert. homegirl just wants to fuck

though... she does want there to be enough *time* to truly ravish you and take her time. quickies have their time and place, but she does her best to always spend a decent amount of time with you when you're fucking.

Filming/making sexy movies

She's *all* for it. Like, absolutely loves it and for a plethora of reasons. but you better believe these are never filmed on a phone and stored on a very secure hard drive to make sure they never get out, for both of your safeties.

It's both the act of filming, knowing that you're both going to be on display that she loves, and getting to watch them back afterwards. Whether that's together or when she's out of town and bored/missing you.

She particularly enjoys turning one on while she's got you naked in her lap, slowly teasing you with her fingers, lips pressing into your neck all "look at how pretty you are kitten, look at just how fucking gorgeous you are taking mommy's cock" because she really does want you to see what she sees while she's fucking you, and how fucking hot it is.

[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 15

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, mention of degradation, mention of smut, angst/feels, mentions of weed. There’s just a lot of thoughts. a/n: for the love of all things holy (and this is not directed at most of you who are reading this) please don’t fucking come into my inbox/dm’s/replies about how this dynamic is toxic/abusive. I clearly *know* that. I am writing the story after all. Either read it and wait for the next ch’s to be uploaded to see how things are going to work out, or stop reading. We all knew from the very beginning that Heather was married, and making yn sign multiple contracts/NDA’s. She was never that great of a person. Obvi this is stretching her evilness past what canon does, and making her a little more bad. I’ve written other stories that make her much more “good” than canon, and have with other characters as well. So….yeah…deal with it, or don’t….

Groaning, you rolled over in your bed, your head was cloudy, a dull throbbing in your skull, your mouth dry and pasty. You were already regretting how you’d chosen to cope the previous night and you’d barely woken up. Rubbing at your eyes you blinked them open, reaching for your phone, it was just past noon and you wished you were still asleep, but you knew you should take advantage of your day off to get things set up for next week.

After a pit stop in the bathroom to freshen up, you left the bedroom, expecting to find Becca still on the couch. Instead, you were met with a neatly folded blanket on top of the pillows you’d given her, a little note on the top with her writing scrawled across it

‘Had a couple of afternoon classes I couldn’t miss, needed to take off. See you tomorrow’ with a little smiley face at the end of it.

You let out a sigh, wiping your hands over your face as you trudged into the kitchen, thanking God that you still had Pedialyte in the fridge. Though you hadn’t been the one to buy it, Heather had put a decent sized stock in your kitchen after your seven a.m bedtime, half of you thought it was in a near teasing way. As you sipped back the beverage you leant back against the counter, your eyes staring into space as your mind clouded over. The apartment felt overbearingly empty, and in that moment you felt immensely alone. You could feel yourself starting to crumble apart at the seams, unsure if you were going to be able to hold yourself up through the rest of the week.

The distraction of Becca and scary movies had helped you push your issues to the back of your brain the night before, the added bonus of the weed and drinks clouding your thoughts, making you focus on the good. Now, your home felt too quiet, too lonely, as your eyes focussed on the patio door you noticed even the weather seemed to agree with your mood, the sky overcast, rain strumming against the glass. Your emotional hangover was, without a doubt, far worse than your physical one.

Your mind thought back to the previous evening, Heather’s words ringing through your brain, despite the desire to not relive that conversation, you could still hear her voice, loud and clear, remembering each horrible word that spilled from her lips. Your vision blurred slightly with tears, everything was such a fucking mess right now. You wondered if you had admitted feelings on a different day if she would have reacted the same way or not, if it was the fact that she was already mad and upset, that maybe her extra harshness was part of the punishment she was giving you. As bad as it was, you didn’t want to lose what you had with her, as you’d said to Becca, the sex was incredible, and you honestly enjoyed the nights out, and didn’t mind the way that she doted on you, kept an eye on you to make sure you were taking care of yourself.

It was something entirely new to you and you weren’t used to it at all. Losing your Mom at such a young age had been one thing, but having your Dad kick you out at sixteen had left you feeling pretty fucking worthless when it came to relationships. You struggled trusting people, that they weren’t just going to abandon you out of the blue. Heather had taken you under her wing, made sure you had a nice place to live, that you constantly had healthy food, and were always safe, that surely had to mean you meant more than just her ‘sex toy’, right? Why would she keep such a watchful eye over you if the only thing you were for were sex? Sure, maybe you weren’t friends with benefits, but maybe fuck buddies was a more appropriate (though juvenile) title for what you had going on. Then again, it was pretty self explanatory, you were her sugar baby, there was no doubting that.

Your fingers gripped around the plastic bottle in your hand as you swiped a pop tart from the cupboard, not even bothering to toast it before you crossed the room and dropped down onto the couch. Flicking on the t.v in an attempt to distract yourself again you sunk into the cushions, your emotions still getting the best of you as the tears started to slowly streak over your cheeks. You knew keeping this going was probably not the greatest idea, but at least Heather said she would give you space and time to heal from her not reciprocating your feelings. That wasn’t even what was really bothering you, you were fine with her not feeling the same way about you, going into this you knew she was married, and had been for over twenty years already, that wasn’t about to change just because you came along. It was much more the way she’d treated you, you knew that it was much more stemming from the fact that she thought you had gone and broken a couple of rules, that her anger was coming in as a warm up to whatever punishment she had been planning for your bad behaviour. You honestly had no problem continuing to be her little sex toy, hell, you enjoyed it, the benefits outweighed everything else. You’d shoved your feelings deep down to be ignored forever before, and you were sure you could do it again. However you couldn’t help the new wave of tears as her words replayed through your memory.

‘God you’re pathetic.’

‘I thought you were better than this.’

Words, phrases that you felt like you’d heard far too many times over in your lifetime. Sometimes it was at work, where you could just shrug it off with a scoff and an eye roll, even if it was something under your control, you’d never let customers get to you as badly as they did when you first started serving. It was hearing someone who you personally knew, someone who was supposed to care about you, or that you thought did, use comments like that just to drag you down even further. You’d heard similar things from your Father before he’d slammed the door in your face, cutting you off forever. Sure, you had thick skin, but they still stung.

You knew Heather was rough, you knew just how derogatory she was in the bedroom, but this was the first time she’d insulted you in a situation totally not related to sex and something about that did bother you. It also just purely annoyed you that she’d gone through your phone, though, as you’d mentioned to Becca, you had left it unlocked and on the table. Your hand wiped away a tear, reaching out to your phone, opening it and swiping over to the settings, changing the lock code just in case Heather had managed to figure it out. Just to be safe, you put a lock on a couple of apps, and changed a couple of other’s passwords. You could at least hold onto one shred of privacy, Heather hadn’t bought you the phone, nor did she cover that bill (technically), you deserved a bit of your life to remain out of her spotlight. That was…if she would be returning.

**

You ended up passing out on the couch for a few hours, thankful that your hungover body was letting you sleep some of this off. Waking up, your stomach was growling heavily but you really didn’t have it in you to actually cook, shooting off a quick order for pizza on your phone as you regained your bearings.

It finally felt like your brain was actually fully functioning as you putted around the condo, tidying up from the previous night, tossing your laundry into the washer and attempting to gear up for the week of work ahead. It was as you paid for the pizza, tucking the debit card into your wallet that you realized it was the one your allowance came in on from Heather. You felt your heart jump into your throat, dropping the pizza box on the kitchen island briefly as your chest started to tighten. If Heather called your arrangement off…what exactly did that mean for you? When she said she ‘owned’ you she really wasn’t kidding, and wasn’t just talking about sex. You hadn’t signed anything for the condo, it was all in her name, the car had been a gift, at least the insurance was in your name, but it still came from her. The allowance she gave you was nearly double what you made in a week from your two jobs, and you’d finally been able to live not paycheque to paycheque because of it. You had a savings built up thanks to her, for the first time in your life, although…it was all in the account that she had all the banking info for. You made a mental note to start to trickle it into your personal one that she didn’t have access to, just in case. While you started to panic over the fact that your name wasn’t on any paperwork, the logical side of your brain reminded you of a piece of paperwork your name certainly was on.

Abandoning your dinner for a moment you hurried over to your desk, shifting through files in the drawer before you pulled out the blue folder, the one holding both the NDA and the contract Heather had you sign at the beginning of this whole endeavour. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you flipped to the contract, your eyes skimming the pages until you found it.

‘If/when this arrangement comes to a close…’

You let out a huge sigh of relief, the legal and binding contract stating that you would remain in possession of anything that had been bought or given to you during the time you were participating with Heather. You owned the right to them, and the right to do whatever you wanted with the allowances she had given you. Though, your gut was still telling you to tread lightly, if she could switch gears so quickly like she had the previous night, she could probably swindle you out of a lot of things. She was the one who’d gone to law school, who’d practiced law for a decade before she got to where she was today. And you’d never be able to bring your case to a lawyer because of the NDA, you were wondering if she’d somehow fucked you over before you’d even managed to realize it with loopholes.

You reminded yourself that while she may be the owner of the condo, she still had you sign a rental agreement at the start of all this, so that it looked less suspicious to the outside eye. She may have a heavy control over you, but you still had your rights, if things went south, you knew you’d be able to figure something out.

With the assurance that you wouldn’t lose it all if you couldn’t shove your feelings aside, or make them disappear, you relaxed a bit, grabbing a cider from the fridge before you settled on the couch with your pizza. All you wanted was for this drama to be done with, and for now, all you could do was give yourself time.

**

The following week and a half felt incredibly weird.

You worked most of the time, had your hangout with Becca after work on Sunday. (You opted for a casual dinner out at a neighbouring pub followed by the newest release at the movie theatre you were both into), you’d briefly discussed how things were going with your ‘not-girlfriend’, though you didn’t indulge any further into the actual interaction with Heather. Becca already thought going through your phone was crossing the limit, you didn’t want her to press you for more. Otherwise, you kept your head down, did your job, and made as much money as you could, picking up a few extra hours here and there when you could. Your anxiety whenever you were at Salt Line was higher than you would’ve liked, and you were popping more Ativan than normal to get through the shifts, but you never knew if Heather was going to pop up for lunch. Despite knowing she said she would give you space, if a colleague insisted on coming in for lunch and it was a working lunch or meeting, she would have no choice but to invade your space before you were ready.

Though, the weirdest thing was the absolute cut off of communication.

There were no ‘Good night Mommy.’ Or ‘Good Morning kitten’ texts daily, there was no checking in, no asking if you’d eaten that day. Out of worry of more punishment, you had kept tracking your food, and making sure you did your workouts, but there were never any comments about either. Even on the day you didn’t track anything until ten p.m, and your intake for the day was a sugary Frappuccino, McDonald’s for lunch and pizza for dinner (alongside a six pack of beer) it was pure radio silence. There were no questions or reminders to go to bed when you stayed up far into the early hours of the morning, or when you slept until the mid afternoon. The absence of Heather in your life felt strange, you willed yourself to not miss it, and honestly, you didn’t really, sometimes the texts got annoying, especially if you were working late, or she didn’t know the circumstances. But the entire thing was…different to what you’d become accustomed to over the last almost year.

Currently, you were getting ready for work, having already changed into your black on black skirt and tank, hair pinned back neatly as you started your make up in the ensuite. You still had at least an hour until you had to leave, but you wanted to make sure you were ready, and honestly, you’d been doing more makeup recently to distract yourself from everything else going on (and in hopes of getting higher tips in case shit hit the fan). That, and Becca had introduced you to a few new makeup brands and hacks through Tik-Tok you never would have known about otherwise. You had Spotify going on your phone, but your ears pricked up at what you could have sworn was the sound of the door opening, your brow furrowed at the definite sound of a heel on the hardwood. Your makeup was nearly done, just contour and highlight left to be done, brush in your hand as you stepped out of the bathroom, your head popping out of the bedroom door, not surprised when it was Heather in your condo, but also surprised that she was actually there.

“Oh..” she glanced up at the movement out of the corner of her eye, “I didn’t think you’d be home. You’re usually working.”

“I swapped to the dinner shift.” You replied, moving into the room, “if…you didn’t think I was home…why…are you here?” Your head titled, your voice soft as you questioned her.

“Your prescription is about to run out.” She pulled a bottle from her purse, placing it on the kitchen island, “or at least I figured you might need a little back up before it did, all things considered.” She then dropped the grocery bag she was carrying onto the other counter, “and I figured you probably didn’t have a lot of healthy food. I thought I’d drop it off for you while you were out.”

“Thank you.” There was a brief pause as you lingered in the doorway, Heather beginning to tuck things away into your fridge and pantry.

“Have you had some time to think kitten?” She asked, straightening up as she turned to look at you, nearly smirking at the confusion written across your face.

“About?” Honestly, your brain was so scrambled from the sight of her in your apartment you’d practically forgotten about the past two weeks.

“Do you think you’ll be able to keep this going?” She folded up the now empty grocery bag, “I don’t need it to be right away. I know things can take time, but I am curious as to where you’re at.”

“I would really like to M’am.”

“Good.” She smiled, and you could see the gleam in her eye.

“But….I…do have some…questions? Stipulations maybe?” You avoided her gaze as you stepped into the room.

“About what kitten?”

“Well..I guess first off…I really don’t like that you went through my phone. I’d understand more if it was something you’d gotten for me, but I’ve always been responsible for it on my own.”

Heather let out a soft sigh, her eyes closing briefly as she thought over her next words, wondering if she could even say them, if they would come out sincere or not.

“I…I’m sorry.”

“What?” You were instantly taken aback.

“Let me finish.” She shot you a half glare that was enough to shut you up instantly, “my curiosity got the best of me. You’d been texting with that girl all night, you had this..stupid little smile on your face every time she’d send you something, and that worried me. I thought for sure you were seeing someone, the opportunity simply presented itself when you didn’t lock your phone and then left the table. I shouldn’t have snooped.”

“Okay…” you wavered, “and…when we got back here? Did you really mean everything you said?” You dared to glance up at her, begging the emotion you felt bubbling within you to stay down, you couldn’t afford to ruin your make up now.

“Tensions were high honey….I was convinced you’d broken more than a few rules, that you were seeing someone else, if not multiple people and I let that get the best of me. The way you were acting made me feel inadequate, like you weren’t getting enough from me.”

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, glancing down.

“Kitten, don’t be. I just never realized that someone could actually feel that way for me, an alarm went off within me, something didn’t want to believe it. But…”her voice nearly hardened as she spoke, “that cannot change what we’re doing…understood?”

“Yes M’am….”

“If…you’d like to continue?” She raised a brow towards you and you nodded, probably too fast, “you can remove whatever thoughts you have, this can remain just sex?”

“Yes M’am.” You let out a little sigh, “I know you’re married. I should’ve remembered that from the beginning.”

“Good girl.”

You jumped when the alarm on your phone blared through the space, pulling you back into the ensuite for a moment as you silenced it, shoving it back into your purse as you quickly swiped on some highlighter before moving back to Heather.

“I’m gonna be late for work…”

“Alright. Go.” She gestured towards the door, “I’m going to make sure you have food for the week, text me your schedule so I can figure out our next night together.”

“Yes M’am.”

You left the condo in a flurry, partially hating that the conversation had been cut short before you’d really had time to dive into it. Though, Heather was there, she was in your home, making sure you had healthy meals for the rest of the week, bringing you meds that literally saved your mental health, and wanted to continue on with your affair despite the doubts.

That had to count for something.

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[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 1

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, heavy flirting, sexual references/implications, cheating implication, s*gar m*mmy shit. Very minor political crap. A/n: I’ve taken some major canon liberties on this one, cause…it’s got absolutely nothing to do with canon. Heather is still married, but instead of being solicitor general/running for President, she’s a Senator herself. Hope y’all are ready for some spicy shit!!!

The afternoon had wrapped up into a fairly steady and laughter filled happy hour after as the lounge filled with the usual suit types having finished up their days. You’d spent the day swapping between serving and bartending, having taken a small section that got bigger as the evening bar staff got in and you didn’t have to spend as much time back there. You were helping out behind the wood when you saw her slide into a small both near the bar, giving you a teasing coy smile as you nodded in her direction.

Heather Dunbar. D.C senator, having made her way up from solicitor general over the years. She was one of your regulars, had been for around a year, usually coming in once every couple of weeks to wind down with a couple of cocktails and an appetizer before heading home. She wore a wedding ring, but you’d never heard her really talk about a partner, and if they existed, it certainly didn’t stop her from flirting mercilessly. She was a creature of habit when it came to drinks, so you took a moment to mix one together for her before even greeting her table.

“Evening Ms Dunbar.” You tossed her a smile, “took the chance on the Bombay sapphire martini tonight?”

“Perfect guess.” She grinned back.

“It is Friday.” You teased, knowing that it was always at the end of a long week she preferred the stronger drink, “would you like me to grab you a food menu?”

“No need.” She hummed over the first sip of her drink, “mmm, honey, I do not know how you do it but I hope you know you make the best martini’s in town.”

“Thank you.” You laughed, trying to hide the fact that your cheeks were heating.

“I’ll take the burrata.”

“I’ll put that in right away Ms Dunbar.” Your breath caught in your throat as her hand gently wrapped around your wrist as you turned to move from the table.

“How many times do I have to tell you you to call me Heather?”

“Just once more M’am.” Your eyes sparkled as you threw her a small grin, missing the way her eyes drank your form in before you ducked behind the server station to ring in her food and get her tab started.

You flitted around the restaurant, taking care of your other tables and starting to do some of the side work in your downtime. It wasn’t long before you only had Heather and one other table of political aspiree’s left in your section. You brought out a round of shots to the boys, and refilled Heather’s martini before she could even ask for it, giving you a sly grin as you did so. As usual, she had brought work with her, even if she was decompressing from the week it seemed like there was always something more that needed to be done, and at least this way she could drink while doing so.

Though as she often did, she found herself distracted, watching the way you moved through the room. She particularly enjoyed the way you would politely flirt back with the men at your other table, but roll your eyes as soon as your back was turned. She could overhear a little bit of murmuring as you talked to a coworker at the server stand behind the booth where she was sat, and that was always where she got a little insight to your personal life that you normally wouldn’t share with customers, even ones as regular as herself.

There were times when you could feel her watching, the sixth sense of a server, knowing whenever one of their tables was looking for them. Though normally when you glanced up in her direction she simply gave you a small smile and turned back to her work, her glass still very much full. She never crossed over the line of flirting though, there were usually compliments, a lingering touch here or there, wandering eye while you were off with other customers. Not that those, accompanied by the coy grin on her cheeks and the gleam in her eye as if she was undressing you mentally, didn’t drive you completely insane. The woman was so far under your skin and all she’d had to do was give you a once over with a raised brow like she could eat you alive.

Heather watched curiously as you dropped the bill of at the table of young men, having already swiped the credit card on file. They’d been there longer than she had and she already know the cheque must have been hefty with the amount she’d watched you take out to their table, much less what they’d had before. She knew the type, Underwood stans that worshipped the ground he walked on, ones that you could never get the sense knocked into their heads, ones who saw women as simply a piece of meat, she’d been laughed out of enough offices when she was starting out her career to know. She audibly scoffed at the leering glances as you jogged back to the bar to grab a working pen. She knew she kept an eye on you while you worked, but pigs like this? She was more than sure exactly what kind of comments they were making to each other, laughing and clapping each other on the back in agreement. While you never seemed uncomfortable with guests like them it still pissed her off.

With a fake smile on your cheeks, you thanked the boys, wishing them a good evening and crossed back over to the server station to settle the tab in the computer. The back of the booth was high enough that the station wasn’t in view of Heather, not that that mattered, she had her back to it anyways. Though she could very clearly hear the conversation as you chatted with another server who’d been hanging around.

“Verdict?” They asked, raising a brow to you as they nodded toward the bill fold.

“Aside from being completely self entitled pricks you mean?” The other girl let out a laugh,

“Fucking politicians.”

“Oh they’re not all that bad.” You chastised her, swiping your card through the terminal.

“You’re just saying that cause you’ve got the hots for”— she gestured towards Heather’s booth as you cut her off with a hiss.

“Sssh!” You glared, a quieter whisper that Heather couldn’t quite make out as you swatted at the girls’s arm with the cheque book. Rolling your eyes, you opened up the boys table on the screen, pulling up the screen to settle as you dropped the bill fold open in your hand. The next part Heather could hear loud and clear, “are you? Fuck!” A small thud as the heel of your hand collided with the counter, “fucking dicks!”

“Less than ten percent I take it?”

“Try zero.” You groaned, the frustration edging into your voice, “their bill was pushing five hundred dollars. I’m gonna have to tip out basically everything I made today.” You let out another groan, this one more exaggerated than the last, “and I’ve got an eight hundred dollar student loan due by midnight tomorrow. Fucking bullshit.” Another small thud as you chucked the now empty billfold back into a basket, settling the cheque in the computer.

“Better luck next time.” The other server clapped you on the shoulder and you rolled your eyes as they made their way back through their section. You huffed out a sigh, shoving the crappy receipt into your apron and ducking around the mini wall to Heather’s table.

“Hey. You’re my last table, did you want to settle up with me? Or I can transfer you over to Carly. I’ve got another job to get to.”

“Sweetie you know I’ll always settle with you.” She squeezed at your elbow gently, a small frown taking over her lips as she noticed the tiniest shimmer in your eyes at your current predicament. “And back to back jobs? That sounds exhausting.”

“Tell me about it.” You huffed, “got here at ten thirty, will probably be working til past one a.m.”

“You should cut yourself some slack.”

“Yeah.” You laughed, “right. Like I can afford that. And…bold..coming from someone doing paperwork at seven p.m on a Friday.” You teased and she huffed out a small laugh, “don’t you have someone to run home to?” You raised a brow towards her ring and she chuckled again.

“He will survive perfectly fine on his own.” She smirked, noticing the way the tiny curve of your lip dropped ever so slightly at the confirmed mention of a partner, and of it being a man. “Besides, there’s a game on and I’d rather the noise here than grown men yelling at the t.v. And…I do not play house.” There was a certain sultry darkness to her tone that made you shiver, shooting any concentration you had Southward momentarily before she broke you out of your trance, her hand tickling at her arm. “Now, I don’t want to keep you stuck here, so why don’t you be a good girland add on one more martini and I’ll settle the check.”

“Yes M’am.” It was automatic, you couldn’t even help yourself, your cheeks heating at how quickly you said it, practically darting back to the bar to make her last drink.

You opted to leave this one off her bill, hell, she was a regular, the bar could afford it, and you knew she’d be back next week. You’d barely had time to drop the bill off when one of the newer servers shot you pleading eyes from the computer and you darted over there to help her, guiding her through the over complicated system and far too large wine page.

Glancing up when you could feel Heather’s eyes on you, you tossed her a curious look as she gestured to her debit card, nodding her head toward the lobby. You split the lobby with the hotel next door, so you were sure she was going to one of the bank machines, but your machines took debit, and she paid by credit most days. You shrugged it off, figuring she was picking up cash for the weekend, maybe her husband had lost a football bet in the time she’d been at the bar?

Still distracted with the new girl (you had to show her where to make the hot chocolate she’d rung in) you were in the back when Heather returned. By the time you got back around to her table the chequebook as closed, a bill sticking out of the top of it and she was back focussed on her work.

“It’s all in there for you.” She cast you a small smile, “thank you.”

“Thank you.” You replied, scooping up the book, “it’s always nice to see a familiar face at the end of a long week.”

“What can I say? I like going where the martini’s are prime. And the view’s not half bad either.” She smirked, and you let out a small giggle, feeling her eyes drag up you rather than glance out to the riverfront.

“Have a great night Ms Dunbar.”

“You too. And don’t stay out too late.”

“Oh believe me. Bed is where I will be as soon as I can get there.”

“Hmm.” Her eye gleamed once again and you felt your pulse quicken at her inflection. You gave her another smile and turned from the table.

Knowing her cheque was settled in cash you closed it out on the computer and made your way to the back to do your cash out. When you pulled her billfold from your apron and dropped it open onto the counter your brow furrowed, your fingers sliding through the bills. The stack was huge. Sure, Heather always tipped above the standard twenty percent, but these were fifties…there was an extra thousand dollars on top of her cheque. You scooped the bills back up inside the book, double checking the rest of your cash was in your apron before you hesitantly approached her table again.

“Uh…Ms Dunbar?” You nearly winced, “I’m so sorry, but there appears to be a mistake? With your cheque?”

“Yes honey I know. You missed the last martini. I made sure to include the cash to cover it.” She barely glanced up at you, keeping her focus on the paperwork in front of her.

“Uhm…no, that was just on the house. I-uh…” you placed the billfold down on the table, “these are fifties? I know some of the machines over there only give out big bills but I can get you change? I mean even if they were twenties it’d still be way too much.”

“No, like I said, that’s all for you.”

“Ms Dunbar…I can’t accept this.”

She sighed, placing her pen down as her head turned to face you.

“Please don’t tell me this is one of those ridiculous establishments that your bosses make you split exuberant tips with everyone? That’s why I got the cash so whoever does your financials wouldn’t see it.”

“Oh.” You were floored. You’d heard stories of things like this happening in other places, but never in your life had you experienced it when it wasn’t a mistake, “I…it’s just, this is a lot of money.”

“Sweetie.” She laughed, “it’s practically pocket change.”

“I guess I didn’t realize they paid senators so much.”

“They don’t.” She smirked, “but family money goes a long way. Especially with worldwide businesses attached to them. And you deserve it. You dealt with those assholes” -she gestured towards where the boys table had been- “with a smile on your face the entire time and did it perfectly and they repay you like crap? Not on my watch.”

The realization sunk over you, she was more than close enough to have heard your conversation earlier, now you weren’t sure if this was to make up for the dickhead table or pity money for the student loan. Guilt began to wash over you,

“I…thank you?”

“You always take such good care of me when I’m here, think of it as me paying it forward. Now, go on, I’d hope you can get somewhere to stash that safe before your next shift starts.”

“It just…feels kinda weird accepting this much from you when I barely did anything. I mean, your bill was less than fifty bucks. I feel like I should make it up to you or something.”

“Now there’s an idea.” A wicked grin took over her face and you practically gulped, “have dinner with me.”

“But I”— you gestured to the back and then to the front door, at a loss for words that that was her suggestion to solve this.

“Not tonight honey.” She laughed, turning to her bag, pulling out a business card that she scrawled her cell across the back of, “that’s my personal cell. You call or text tomorrow what your schedule looks like and we’ll figure it out from there.”

“Okay.” You took the card, trying to not to let your hand visibly shake, “is this…business? Or pleasure?” You couldn’t help but ask, it was a safe enough question, but the wolffish look in her eyes when you managed to meet them nearly sent you to an early grave.

“Think of it as a little of both.” She quirked a brow, picking up her pen again, “now, you seem like a good little girl, so I don’t want you to claim you forgot or got busy. I know where to find you if you decide to be contumacious.”

“Yes M’am.” You nodded, “thank you, so much. Really. You have no idea how badly I needed some good karma right now.” It felt a little awkward, in a different situation, and if she hadn’t just used a word you were going to have to google the second you got out of her sight you would’ve felt like you should have hugged her.

“Well don’t fuck it up by being late to your next gig.” She shot you a wink, “I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes. Of course. Have a wonderful rest of your night. And thank you, again.”

“You’re beginning to sound like broken record. We’ll be in touch. And we can lay down some ground work, maybe this could be an ongoing thing.”

“On…going?”

“Don’t be late honey…” she simply replied, gesturing towards the back of the restaurant as she turned back to her work.

“Right.” With a somewhat awkward nod, you scurried off, barely focussing on your cash out as you tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened.

Obviously, you found Heather immensely attractive, and the flirting was something you were used to working bar jobs, though now you were pretty confused about the confirmation of her husband. Then again, she wouldn’t be the only politician in the world stuck in an unhappy marriage, or seeking out affairs to gain what she was missing out on. You didn’t know much about her aside from the few tidbits she’d dropped while you were serving her, despite working near Capitol Hill you did you best to stay out of politics, it just happened to be where the tips were the best in the city.

You’d always known she was generous, and that she clearly had a lot of money from the way she tipped. You’d seen her slide a twenty to the bus boy a couple of times, or insist on tipping whoever brought out her food if you were otherwise occupied. The first time she’d done it you assured her that you tipped out, and everyone got what they deserved. She simply shrugged and said she was feeling like spreading the wealth that day. (You ignored it when it started happening on a regular basis).

You weren’t quite sure what road you were going down, but if she was willing to just give you a grand and all you had to do was have dinner with her? You weren’t going to let that opportunity slide.

And if there was more to it? Something that involved a little more adult activity? You certainly weren’t against joining the dirty mistress club if it meant falling in bed with Heather Dunbar.

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[storiesofsvu]

The Washington Saga Pt 6

Elizabeth Keane x fem!reader A portion of Penthouse Warnings: language, lots of political drama, mention of SVU canon style violence.

The next morning, by the time your alarm went off you rolled over, reaching for Beth’s warmth, your eyes squinting open as you realized she wasn’t there. The silence of the entire suite making you realize that she had already left for the office, causing you to grumble, turning off the alarm as you rubbed at your eyes, moving through the room to step into the shower to help wake you up.

Casey thankfully was up, and had breakfast waiting for you on the stove, a note saying she had just stepped out with Nic and would be back by the time office hours commenced. You shot out a text to Rob, letting him know what your plans were for the day, and that you would be working from the residence’s office unless otherwise needed. It just made things easier having you and Casey in the same room instead of running back and fourth, or running mountains of paperwork between the office in the residence and the office in the West Wing.

Casey came back an hour later, asking if it was okay if she dropped Nic off and went to do a quick workout. You waved her off, settling into the office as you began to dig though O’Keefe’s files. It was only once she returned that you very reluctantly turned on one of his podcasts. Casey was digging through the links of his podcasts and the people mentioned, meanwhile you were taking over actually listening to the bullshit,

You let out a groan as you clicked play on the one Casey had left off on, already over the amount of crap you were going to have to listen to. Your brow furrowed within a couple of moments of Brett’s voice echoing though the office.

“What?” Casey asked, noticing your confusion, and then the sudden realization wash over your face.

“Oh my god! OH my god!” You suddenly scrambled, pulling up both your cell phone as you dialled Cutter back in New York at the same time your other hand scrambled to toss the desk phone on speaker, requesting to be put through to Dunbar.

“What!?” She asked again more insistently and you eyes shot up to her.

“His name isn’t Brett! That’s why we haven’t been able to find anything on him. His name’s Daniel!” Casey shot back to her computer, plugging the name into the system.

“There’s warrants for this guy’s arrest?”

“Yeah! Because he’s out on bail and ran! I arraigned him in New York—Mike, hey, I need you to pull the files for an open case of mine. Daniel O’Keefe. Yeah. Yes! Call Benson, get her to call me…I think he’s in D.C.”

“He is!” Casey cut in and you turned to her.

“You sure?”

“I’ve got an address.” She turned the screen to you and you swore.

“Yeah…” you turned your attention back to Mike, “can you fax that over to me? I’ll text you the number.”

“Sweetheart?” Heather’s voice flowed in through the speaker of your other phone and you jumped, nearly dropping your cell as you shot off the info to Cutter.

“Ms Dunbar. Shit. I’m so sorry, I need new warrants for someone who skipped bail.”

“What are the charges?”

“Circulating and distributing child pornography.”

“Is this really something the White House needs to look into?” Heather asked.

“He also happens to be where the Andrew video was posted from.”

“Well then.” You could practically hear the smirk in her voice, “I guess we’ll have to seize all of his electronics.”

“Thank you!”

“Stop by my office in an hour, I should have them ready for you by then.”

“Thank you so much M’am.”

“Of course.”

A quiet click as she hung up, no doubt heading off to help you with the situation. The fax machine beeped as the paperwork came in from Manhattan, Casey attended to that as you dialled another number on the desk phone.

“Carrie?” You asked as she answered.

“Yeah. Did you find something?”

“More than something. I’m gonna need someone to go through some tech, what was the name of that guy who put surveillance into your house?”

“Max?”

“Yes! You trust him still?”

“Yeah.”

“Perfect. Call him. In the next twenty four hours I’ll have stuff for him to search through.”

“On it.”

Another click as she hung up to do as you’d asked. You glanced up to Casey who looked up from the case file.

“You really think this’ll work?”

��It’ll solve at least one of our problems.” You replied hastily, tugging on your blazer while you scrambled to pick up your phone, keys, I.D and pass key.

“Hey.” Casey stalled you, grabbing your shoulders to ground you back to earth, “breathe…okay….if you go diving into this without thinking you might fuck yourself over…believe me…I would know.”

“Okay…okay…” you took a couple of breaths, thanking Casey for reeling you back in, “can you call Saul? Update him on this, I’m gonna go fill in Rob and Beth, pick up the warrants, and find…a cop? A fed? Someone who can arrest this asshole.”

“Okay.”

**

You were honestly a little surprised with how smoothly the rest of the day went, and it gave you a little bit of a worry some headache. It felt too easy, like there was another shoe that was about to drop, you knew how cases like these worked, and to be doing it on a much higher scale, with much more at stake, made you nervous. But at least for now, you knew what you were doing, it was no different reading over the warrants Heather gave you and staking out O’Keefe’s place until you were sure he was home.

You let the agents move up to the door, holding back a laugh as Daniel was actually dumb enough to step off his property to talk to them before he was suddenly thrown into cuffs. You cocked a brow as you moved toward him, your heels clicking on the pavement.

“Mr O’Keefe…ya miss me?”

He let out a low chuckle as his features shifted, recognizing and realizing where he knew you from.

“You really wasted your precious time coming all the way out here to track me down?” He laughed, “over some petty charges no one could really be bothered with?”

“Cute.” You let out a small laugh, “but I’m not here on behalf of the New York D.A’s office. I’m here on behalf of the President.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched the colour drain from his face, “just a happy little coincidence, don’t ya think?” You smirked as the fed guided him into the back of the car, “so…you better start thinking about talking. Otherwise I’m going to pull out every single charge I can against you, we clear?”

The car door was shut before he could properly answer you, not that he had a witty remark ready. He knew he was in deep trouble, it was just unclear to you just how much of a mess he’d gotten himself into. You passed off the warrants to the other investigators, insisting that they do a full and extensive sweep to get every single last electronic device, and search places they didn’t even realize could be hiding spots before you stepped back into your own car. Settling into the back seat you let out a heavy breath, step one had been finding O’Keefe, step two had been arresting him. You reminded yourself that this was all moving in the right direction, and things would fall into place, trying to stop worrying that things were about to go South. You just still had a bad feeling about this.

**

O’Keefe was in an interrogation room back at the Capitol, a single hand cuffed to the table as Carrie and Saul paced on the other side of the glass waiting for you and Casey. Their heads shot up at the sound of the door opening, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of you with a case file in your hand as you strode through the room.

“I am allowed to take this interview, right?” You double checked.

“It’s your collar, technically.” Carrie replied and you raised a brow.

“All things considered I don’t want whoever his attorney ends up being doing some digging and thinking this is personal.”

“You took his original case in Manhattan, right?” Saul asked and you nodded, “and who else knows about your relationship with the President?”

“Current company, Rob, and a small yet trustworthy few people in New York.”

“Then I think you’re set Counsellor.” Saul nodded and you huffed out a breath, nodding to Casey to follow you into the room.

“You had enough time to think things over?” You greeted, your arms crossing over your chest as you leant against the wall to face O’Keefe.

“Depends what we’re talking about.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“You know that they’re going through your computers, your phone. Every. Single. Piece. Of electronic equipment you own is being swept by government officials right now. Not to mention your house. Any and everything you’ve tried to hide over the past four years is going to come out to play. They’re going to find all those hard drives of kiddie porn Daniel…and they’re going to find wherever you got that video from.”

“What video?”

“The one you published about Andrew Keane. You know….if you had stayed silent and not opened your big fat mouth you never would have even had to worry about us finding you. You’ll do five years max on the Manhattan charges, though…I’m not sure how much they’ll add on for skipping bail…”

“And you think you can stick what? Extortion charges on me?” He laughed.

“Oh cute…” you laughed, “you’re one of the ones who likes to pretend he knows how the legal system works despite having no idea.” You pushed off the wall, “I’m starting to realize that you’re not going to be cooperative Mr O’Keefe, so..when you want to talk, I’ll be available. Otherwise, enjoy prison.”

You left the room swiftly, Casey on your heels, and honestly, she was immensely proud of how well you’d pulled it off. You briefly heard Saul muttering something to Carrie about how Keane should keep you on staff before you turned back to them, asking if there was anything else you could do that day.

It was honestly already pretty late, O’Keefe would be transferred to holding until he was willing to speak, or until he found a lawyer and posted bail. You were exhausted, wanting nothing more than to get home, it had been one hell of a long day, and you found your head drooping to Casey’s shoulder as your SUV drove back to the White House.

Back in the residence Beth raised a brow at the two of you, knowing the day you’d had and what you’d been indulging into.

“I think we got him.” You murmured, kissing her cheek softly, “but he won’t confess yet. I’ve got people working on it.”

“I knew you’d do a wonderful job.” She replied with a smile as you retreated into the bedroom to change into comfier clothes.

“Have you made dinner?” You called back, pulling one of her NYU hoodies over your frame.

“Honestly, I was just about to order pizza, I just wanted to double check with you girls first.” Beth chuckled.

“Your can order pizza here?” Casey asked as she stepped out of her bedroom.

“I mean, it’s gotta go through a few security breeches but yeah.” You laughed back, pressing a kiss to Beth’s cheek, “you know what I like.” You moved to pour out a few glasses of wine. “Though it won’t compare to New York pizza.”

“Oh will you get over that!” Beth teased and you replied with a gentle kiss that Casey couldn’t help but smile at, watching just how in love you were.

“Last time I checked you were from Manhattan M’am.” You replied with a smirk.

“This isn’t Chicago.” She replied with a gleam in her eye as she shot out on order on her phone, swatting at your hip before letting Thomas know what was coming.

The three of you settled into your comfortable nightly routine. You sipped back on wine, making sure Nic was fed, the three of you giving him the appropriate amount of snuggles as you waited for your pizza. It was only when you’d dropped down onto the couch, paying attention to the t.v when things changed.

Your phone had been on the island, vibrating as you filled up everyone’s wine glasses. According to Thomas the pizza was less than five minutes away and about to be devoured.

“Summers, you’re on speaker.” You replied, clicking the call.

“I need you to not freak out.” It didn’t take long for you and Casey to register Alex’s voice ringing through the speaker.

“Okay but the last time you said that it was worth a freak out.” You replied, the bottle of wine clunking against the counter, “if this is something related to a google alerts maybe reconsider because of who’s listening.”

“Oh..” Alex paused, “oh my god is she there?!”

Beth let out a hearty laugh, her eyes meeting your as she remembered your conversations about how politically obsessed Alex was.

“Hi Alex.” She teased and you swatted in her direction as you passed her a glass of wine.

“Holy shit.”

“What’s the call about Lex?” Casey redirected and the blonde sighed through the phone.

“I need you to not freak out.”

“You already said that.”You replied, passing Casey a glass of wine.

“Liz is in the hospital.”

There was a tense pause, specifically as the three of you glanced between each other before you addressed Alex again with a shaky voice.

“Like you fucked her so hard her hip dislocated in the hospital or someone brought a gun into the courtroom kinda in the hospital?” You asked and Alex couldn’t help but laugh, the sound calming all of you down.

“She’s insisting she’s fine.” Everyone let out a breath, “but she took a syringe of potassium chloride.”

“What!?” You nearly shouted.

“Yeah. Kristen was on the case, but this asshole has already taken out a bunch of people.”

“Is Liz okay?” You asked hesitantly.

“She’s Liz.” Alex huffed, “honestly the only reason I found out was because Olivia and Elliot carried her to the hospital.”

“Lex I can’t come back right now.” You huffed, taking a hefty sip of wine, “we just opened an investigation, and I’m going to need to follow it through.”

“And Liz would rather die than let people see her in a hospital gown.” Alex laughed, “she won’t even tell me what hospital she’s at.”

“Are you sure?” You asked softly, glancing between Beth and Casey.

“Yes! I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Okay. Thanks Lex.”

*

It was hours later, after dinner, drinks and the like that everyone had wound down from the day. You stepped back into the bedroom from the en suite, slipping under the covers with Beth.

“You okay?” You murmured as you kissed at her shoulder and she chuckled softly, rolling to face you.

“With someone like you having my back? Absolutely.” She pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I…meant more about the Liz stuff.” You ducked your gaze, not wanting to to meet her eyes.

“You know you’re allowed to go back to New York little one. I can get someone else to step in on the O’Keefe case. I’m sure Heather knows a few people.”

“But..I don’t want to…” your eyes shifted up to her, “I know I have a past with Liz, but as Alex said…..she isn’t one to appreciate being seen as a victim. Me going there would only create more drama. And…..I think you already know this but you’re all I care about.”Beth inched toward you with a smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “I just want you.”

“Then let’s make the best of what time we have.” She whispered back, her lips softly meeting yours.

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[storiesofsvu]

Heather childhood headcanon maybe?

okay, so we all know that Heather is rich rich, like, family money, Dunbar cars, plus her own career. like, just.... so fucking rich

so clearly her family comes from money.

homegirl's got a trust fund before she's even a fetus

i canon that she's an only child. she's always standing her ground on her own, and she knows how to work for a living and how to handle things on her own.

i also canon that while she does have a decent relationship with her parents, she's very much like her mother (and in the CA universe, her mom is toxic AF, but heather doesn't see that, she just picks up all those habits as well).

she's raised mainly by the nannies/goes to boarding school, doesn't spend a lot of time at home

she probably rides horses (like, equestrian shit not like, cowboy shit lol) and spends the weekends at the country club with her parents and friends

i think she grows up around politics, like, someone in her family works for the government in some way shape or form, and that's why she goes the route she does. or that's just growing up in DC, that weird little bubble of washington.

she's very driven, probably spends summers taking extra classes, maybe is a year or two ahead of where she should be because she is also smart as fuck. maybe even manages to skip a grade or two because of it (is that a real thing? does that happen in real life?)

doesn't take anytime off between graduating and going to college, again, same thing, takes as many classes as she can to get ahead. constantly studying and working to be the best she can be. gets all the credits she needs, graduates college early to head off to Harvard.

[storiesofsvu]

The Washington Saga Pt 5

Elizabeth Keane x fem!reader

A piece of Penthouse

Warnings: language, minor angst, more hurt/comfort, politics, canon style Homeland bullshit.

A/n: yes I am taking shit from s6 of Homeland and tossing it all in here and mixing things up but we already knew that I said fuck canon about the show so….. also this one‘s a LONG one. I had to cover a lot of shit….

To say tension in the Oval Office was high would be the absolute truth the next morning. You’d had a briefing with Elizabeth, Rob and Saul about the meeting the previous day, and where things were progressing so far before Rob had made an official statement to the press, knowing that you wanted to stay ahead of things. Your own statement matched his, though not word for word to not sound too rehearsed and scripted, but to generalize over the issue for now. Any kind of investigation was currently on hold on defence’s side as Simone had yet to appear, so you bid farewell to the Oval and headed out of that wing, giving Beth a reassuring nod that you were going to get her through this.

Though you had a pit stop to make on your way back to the residence office where you’d left Casey for the morning. You took a swing right down one of the corridors, surprised to see Nic a few steps ahead of you, he turned back when he noticed you, giving you a happy grin.

“Hey bud.” You paused to give him a couple good scratches, “what on earth are you doing over here?” He let out a small bark and trotted toward an office with an open door, “whoa! Nic!” You attempted to scurry after him, “you can’t just go snooping through people’s offices!” A small chuckle pulled your attention up from the dog and you had to hold back your eye roll at the sight of Senator Paley retrieving a treat for Nic,

“It’s completely fine.” He gave Nic a scratch before his eyes raked up over you, “Miss…Summers, right?” You nodded, “I didn’t realize you’d made your return to the White House.”

“Temporary assignment.” You replied, “just up until the election.”

“She couldn’t find a paralegal in Washington?” He raised a brow and you laughed.

“I’ve passed the bar and have been with Manhattan’s D.A office since the last time I worked for her, Sir.”

“Well you certainly have your hands full right off the bat, don’t you?” He grinned and you held back a grimace, both over how right he was, and the slight gleam in his eye over Keane being in hot water right now.

“I..certainly do.” You glanced over your shoulder, stepping back from the doorway of his office, “you’re sure you’re okay with Nic in here?”

“Yeah. Absolutely.”

“Okay…” you glanced down to the dog quickly before you turned away, continuing on to where you’d been intending to make your pit stop. Paley had a family picture on his desk that included his own dog, you figured that was probably just it, but there was something that just didn’t sit right about the situation with you.

Another right turn and a corridor over and you found the office you’d been looking for originally, knocking on the doorframe lightly as you hovered in the doorway. Heather glanced up from her computer, truthfully thankful for the intrusion as she’d been bored out of her skull.

“Yes?” She raised an eyebrow in your direction, her eyes slowly slid over your body and you nearly gulped.

“Ms Dunbar?”

“It’s what the name plate says, isn’t it?” She teased and you let out a slightly nervous laugh, “what can I help you with?” She gestured to the chair across from her desk.

“I’m y/n Summers, the President’s attorney.” You extended a hand that she shook firmly before settling into the chair.

“Ah, yes, she did mention that you’d probably be stopping by soon.”

“All things considered I figured I should introduce myself now instead of when I come pleading for the right person to get warrants from.”

“Well it’s nice to put a face to the name.”

“Likewise. And…now it’s really making sense as to why you’re her decoy.” You laughed lightly over the strong resemblance the two women held, “you don’t mind doing that? Isn’t it dangerous?”

“It adds a little bit of flair to life.” She smirked, shrugging and you laughed again, “Elizabeth said you had an assistant? Or paralegal? She wasn’t quite sure.”

“Oh..uh..to be honest I’m not really sure, I just knew I’d need a second position to help with the job. Casey Novak, we went to Harvard together, she worked white collar before transferring into sex crimes with me.”

“Casey Novak?” She raised a brow, “as in formally with the Manhattan D.A’s office?”

“Yes?” You said with a wince, “please don’t tell me that news managed to get all the way out here? She’s hating herself enough already.”

“Oh no sweetheart.” Heather laughed, “my cousin works criminal defence in Manhattan. She said she’s never gone up against either of you, but everyone heard about the suspension, that courthouse leaks”—

“Like a sieve, I know.” You finished for her, “I hope you don’t hold that against her.”

“Absolutely not. Besides…I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for breaking a few rules here and there.”

“Noted.”

“Is Casey that tall strawberry blonde I’ve seen around these past few weeks?”

“Looking rather lost or following Nic? That’d be the one.” You laughed.

“Pity…” Heather murmured, gleam in her eyes.

“What?” You asked, your brow furrowing and she chuckled.

“Nothing. It’s just a shame the President has a claim on you…if I wasn’t married I would definitely entertain the two of you for more than a few nights.”

“Oh!” You did gulp this time, “I-uh…thank you M’am?” You fumbled, feeling your cheeks heat as you flustered over an appropriate response, Heather let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re cute. No wonder Beth keeps you around.” It was at the use of her shortened name that you somewhat came back to earth, realizing that Heather definitely was trustworthy and on your side of the fight. She pulled open a drawer of her desk before retrieving a business card, extending it to you, “add my number into your phone. And extend that privilege to Casey, call or text whenever you need me, or a warrant.”

“Thank you.” You accepted the card from her, tucking it into your blazer pocket, “and thank you for your time.” You stood from the chair.

“Oh feel free to stop by whenever.” She grinned and you felt your cheeks heat again, her eyes dragging up your body much more welcomed than Paley’s, “and y/n?”

“Yes M’am?” You turned back from the doorway.

“I’ll be more than happy to prepare you for going up to bat in the Supreme Court. I’m sure your win rate was high back in Manhattan, but this is a whole different ball game.”

You felt your chest tighten at the sheer thought of it. When you’d agreed to take on the job, you thought you’d be running some background checks, making official statements on Beth’s behalf, maybe deal with a few legal issues here and there. But now, with Heather’s words ringing in your brain you realized that…you would be the one to take this, or any further investigations to trial.

“Fuck…”

“If the President didn’t trust you enough to defend her, she never would have hired you. I have faith you’ll do wonderfully, and…use my experience as much as you need.”

“Thank you.” You gave her a half pleading look as you finally left the room, traversing back through the hallways on your way back to the office you had in the residence. Your day of political conversation was over, so you figured closer to ‘home’ would be an easier afternoon.

**

Casey had somehow found herself in a part of the White House she had even yet to be in. She was sure if she took another wrong turn she’d be more than late for her off the record meeting. She cursed herself for setting Nic up on his little mission, he always managed to save her in moments like this, managing to lead her at least to someone who knew where she was supposed to be.

“I need a fucking map.” She muttered a little louder than she’d meant to, swearing as she started to pull out her phone, unaware of the adorable blonde a few feet away from her before she suddenly popped into her eye line.

“Can I help you M’am? I’d be more than happy to show you the West Colonnade or the Roosevelt Room?”

“Oh…” Casey was suddenly taken aback by the question, “I uh..no…I work here.” She flashed the ID badge, “I just..still haven’t managed to figure everything out yet. I need to get to conference room BD58? Any chance that’s on your map?”

“It’s not.” She laughed, “but I do know where it is.”

“Oh thank god.” Casey let out a huff of a breath, extending her hand, “Casey.”

“Alice.” She smiled back at her, accepting the handshake, “what do you do here?”

“I’m Beth’s paralegal. Well…her attorney’s assistant I guess? We never really discussed titles.” Alice’s eyes widened at her words.

“She lets you call her Beth?”

“Oh fuck.” Casey caught herself, “I uh..yeah, but only in certain situations. I mean…she is the President. I honestly still find it weird to call her Beth.”

“I can imagine.” Alice replied, turning the two of them down a hallway.

“Is this a job alongside school or do you have political ambitions?” Casey asked, turning to her, her eyes slowly raking over her as she realized just how attractive she was, now that she was out of her trance she realized Alice was much closer to her age than she’d originally thought.

“It’s an internship.” Alice nearly sighed, “I’ve been wanting to work in politics since I graduated. Class president from the tender age of ten,” she laughed, “and they say networking is the best way in in some career paths, so I figured I’d do this while I pay off some student loans and try to get an in with a senator or someone who wants to run in the future, get an in, kinda thing. Even if it’s just as a P.A, it gets me in the door.”

“Have you met Dunbar?”

“Yeah. She’s intimidating as hell but I’m pretty sure she took a liking to me?”

“Stick with her.” Casey winked, causing Alice’s cheek’s to redden, “you stay on her good side and from what I hear you’ll be on the right path.”

“Thanks.” Alice blushed again.

“God this place is fucking huge. I feel like you deserve a bigger credit for being able to show people around it properly on a regular basis.” She teased, nudging gently at Alice’s shoulder, causing the younger woman to giggle out, a sound that Casey found absolutely adorable.

“You know…you’re really not like a lot of the other people around here.” She started, nudging Casey back gently as she guided her around another turn in the direction of the right room. “Most people are so uppity and standoffish.”

“I think it must come with the job?” Casey laughed.

“What did you do before you were here?”

“I…I’m a lawyer.” She decided that she didn’t need to give her life history to Alice, no matter how cute she was, “we worked in New York City before Keane asked us out here on a temporary assignment.”

“But you’re so casual.” Alice laughed before she caught herself, “I mean…comparatively?”

“I think you worry too much.” Casey laughed, squeezing at her shoulder, “politics aren’t my thing. I’m just here because a job presented itself when I needed a little break from the city.”

“Well I’m glad about that, and that I ran into you.” Alice spoke confidently, suddenly stopping in front of the room Casey had been looking for.

“Thanks.” Casey gleamed towards her, “you’re a life saver.”

“Anytime.”

Casey started to turn away, her hand almost on the doorknob when Alice spoke again,

“Casey?”

“Yeah?” She turned around, seeing the map of the White House extended between the two of them and let out a small laugh,

“Thought you might need this.”

“Thanks Alice.” She cast the other woman a warm smile before disappearing into the meeting room. It was only when she glanced at it later that she realized Alice had scrawled her full name and phone number in the corner of the paper. An adorable smiley face signing off on the info for her. Casey couldn’t help but smile back at it, realizing that maybe Washington would be a fun year off for her after all.

**

A few hours later, you and Casey were back in your office in the residence, digging, digging and digging. It was a lot of social media, bank records, and anything else you could legally get your hands on at the time surrounding McClendon, and Simone Martin. You were about halfway through her socials when your phone pinged with an email, your eyes glanced to it, but it wasn’t from within the White House so you weren’t worried. A moment later it started to buzz with a call, you hit the accept button, transferring it to speaker.

“Go for Summers, you’re on speaker.”

“You need to watch that link I sent you, now.”

The voice rung through your phone and office and both yours and Casey’s heads snapped towards it.

“Alex?” Casey’s voice broke the silence, her eyes widening towards the device.

“Click the link, please!” She urged and you swiftly opened your email, the link opening on your computer as Casey moved around behind your desk to see whatever it was Alex thought was so urgent. It was a propaganda video, once clearly made from a collection of clips, voiceovers and blurred interviews.

“What is this?” Casey asked.

“I’ve got google alerts turned on for Keane.” Alex replied, “it came linked from a Podcast from Brett O’Keefe.”

The video began to play in front of you, shots that you clearly knew were from body cams of the army, the voiceover ringing through the room.

“Andrew Keane. Soldier. Senator’s son. Coward.”

You hand clasped to your mouth as you gasped, watching the video play on for only a few moments.

“Oh my god..no..”

“What?” Casey asked, her head swivelling up to you as the video blared on beside you, claiming that Andrew

“Andrew’s a no go. This is not good.” You replied, as you grabbed your phone and I.D card, “thanks Alex!” You called before hanging up the phone, quite literally jogging through the White House, praying that you weren’t about to fall flat on your face running in heels on the marble floors.

*

You managed to slam through the door to the Oval Office, annoyed when you didn’t find anyone in there. Though you knew where the other meeting rooms were, quickly pushing though an adjoining door, your breath catching in your throat as you were met with a conference room of Beth, Rob, and Carrie, YouTube was pulled up on the t.v.

“Don’t play that!”

“You knew about this?!” Elizabeth turned on to you, a growl hidden under the yelling of her voice and you nearly stumbled backwards at it, never mind the fury in her eyes.

“I- I just found out M’am. Casey’s been trying to call both you and Rob but neither of you were answering your phones.”

“That is my son! Who they are dragging through the mud!” There was the tiniest of cracks in her voice, but the anger was still the primary emotion shooting through.

“I’m sorry…” your voice wavered.

“I want it taken down.”

“M’am I don’t”— she cut you off with a hardened glare and you shut right up.

“Do your job. I didn’t hire you to galavant around the White House day in and out! I hired your to be my attorney. Now find out where the fucking video came from and fix this!”

“Yes M’am.” You ducked your gaze, only daring to quickly glance at Rob, feeling the sympathetic gaze from him, and the awkwardness radiating at Carrie as they technically were caught in the middle of a lover’s quarrel.

You made your way back through the hallways to your office in the residence almost as fast as you’d gotten to the Oval. The video was still playing on your computer when you got back, Casey perched over the edge of your desk.

“Find out who it came from and get it taken down.” You muttered, dropping into your chair as you avoided Casey’s gaze.

“I gather she didn’t take it well?”

“No. And she’d already seen it.”

“It’s…not true, right?”

“No. Andrew was shot in the back because he was saving someone’s life. It’s slander.” Your voice shook slightly and she picked up on that faster than you would’ve liked.

“You okay?”

“M’fine.” You huffed, “she’s just…never yelled at me before.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve gone.”

“It’s not like you deserve to be yelled at either.”

“Yeah but I would’ve gotten there faster…longer legs.” She teased and you huffed out a laugh.

“C’mon, let’s get this bastard.”

**

The entire rest of the day was spent digging into Brett O’Keefe, which was just increasingly more and more frustrating as time went on. You managed to track down a twitter account that was linked to his podcasts, usually spouting political garbage and more slander and lies than you could’ve imagined. Beth hadn’t been his only target and his followers were clearly the type that believed everything they read on the internet, no matter how unreliable the source was. After scouring through his followers and who he was following, you jotted down a couple of names to check out links later, but aside from that, you couldn’t find a single shred of who this guy was, or where he was posting from. Nothing came back on a google search, not one single picture of his face, no other social media’s popped. You even ran his name through the system to find nothing. You were wondering if he was even anywhere near your jurisdiction, and you were glad that you were covered in both New York and D.C, at the very least.

Casey took on the task of suffering through his podcasts, trying to pick up on any information on where he was, or who he was linked to. Someone had to have either sent him the entire video edited together, or at least the original video, and only someone with political or army clearance would have had access to it. She took notes of any and all names that came up, highlighting any guest stars who actually spoke in the episodes, and did her fair share of eye rolling and groaning out at the absolute ridiculous bullshit he was spewing and you had to admit, you were glad she was using earphones so you didn’t have to hear any of it.

You ducked out at one point, heading back into the West Wing to meet with Dunbar, seeing if she thought you would have anything that could actually stick, or if she’d be able to finagle some warrants or investigation otherwise. The more time you spent with her, and the more you talked law, you started to realize just how over your head you were. You were incredibly thankful you had her as a resource to you, the longer the conversation went on, you discovered just how brilliant of a mind she had. It was no wonder she was where she was career wise. Eventually, she was the one to call it quits, something about her son’s hockey game that evening that she couldn’t miss, and you went your separate ways.

Halfway back to the residence you ran into Nic, coaxing him to follow you back home for dinner, finding Casey still scouring through the podcasts at the dining room table. You asked if she’d found anything and she shook her head, but slid you the list of names she’d jotted down for you to look over. None of them grabbed your attention right away and you figured you could pop them through the search engine after dinner. You fed Nic, and tossed together some simple pasta, chicken and veggies, making sure to pour out some wine for the two of you, leaving the pot on the stove to keep warm for whenever Beth finished up her work day.

It was nearing eight when Casey retired to her own room, figuring that she could at least give you some privacy for sorting out whatever happened that afternoon when Beth returned. It was nearly an hour later, you’d ran through the list of names, the t.v rumbling in the background, when Nic whined at you, looking toward the door. You checked your watch and frowned, shooting off a text to Rob to ask how much longer they’d be working and if you should come down. In reply he said he’d left the White House around six thirty, that Beth had dismissed them all before dinner time hit.

Letting out a sigh, you swiped your ID badge and pass key, not bothering to put your heels back on as you made your way through the quiet halls. A gentle knock on the Oval Office door before you pushed it open, your face falling at the sight of Beth at the desk, tears in her eyes as you heard the audio of the Andrew video echoing through the silence.

“Hey…” you greeted softly, padding over to the desk, perching against the wood on the side she was sitting.

“I did this…” her voice shook, heavy with sorrow and regret as she spoke.

“Beth…” your hand instinctively came out, caressing at her cheek as you turned her gaze away from the laptop in front of her, “you had nothing to do with this.”

“I kept his memory safe for ten years…then I went and opened my big fat mouth and this happens…”

“Hey…hey…” you tilted her chin, making sure her gaze was on you instead of the screen, “you made a choice to speak about him in a few interviews this go around. This O’Keefe asshat would’ve pulled this stunt whether or not you did so, he’s just one of those anonymous assholes who wants to stir the pot.”

“But I did.” She insisted, sniffling but not bothering to wipe away the tears sliding over her cheeks, “and then like an idiot I go and shove away the only person who actually loves me.” The second half of her statement was murmured, her eyes fluttering down to the ground. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to be as hurtful as I was.”

“I get it.” You assured her with a gentle pinch to her chin, “tensions were high, you’re under an incredible amount of stress right now, I just happened to be the punching bag for a brief moment. Your apology is easily accepted.”

“You’re too good to me.” She murmured, her head turning to press a kiss into your palm. A round of gunshots pulled her attention back to the computer screen and she let out a shaky breath, “these are the last moments of his life…no one should be allowed to see this.” Her eyes shut for a moment, taking a heavy breath as her shoulder shuddered. Your hand left her skin, closing the laptop and subsequently stopping the video, silence taking over the Oval.

“And you shouldn’t be allowed to watch it on repeat.” You nudged at her shoulder as you stood to your full height, “c’mon, let’s get you back home. You need some rest.”

Beth let out a shuddering sigh, gently pushing back from the desk, and you weren’t surprised when she sunk into a hug around your body, your arms winding around her tightly. You held her while her body shook softly with a few more quiet cries, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, your hands rubbing reassuringly at her back.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You murmured, “I know it doesn’t seem like it right now. I know that it seems like your entire world is crashing down but I won’t let that happen. I promise you. We’re going to get these bastards, and you’re going to win this election. You hear me?” You nudged gently at her and she removed her head from the crook of your neck, letting you wipe away her tears as she nodded.

“Yes. Just…don’t let them take you down with me. I don’t need you getting dragged through the mud too.”

“I’m just doing my job.” You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, “whatever happens, happens. Now let’s go home. I know there is a mountain of cuddles and love waiting just for you. And a rather fancy bottle of scotch.”

“Thank you.” She gave you the tiniest of smiles, letting out a heavy breath as she regained her composure.

“And Beth?”

“Hmm?”

“Andrew would be incredibly proud of you.”

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[storiesofsvu]

Heather Dunbar Couple’s HC

Gives nose/forehead kisses

It swaps. The forehead/cheek ones are the ones you give to her. She’s obviously the dominant one in the relationship, so those little nose kisses are the ones she gives you. Especially as she calls you a good girl, or kitten, praising you for following orders. Or when she’s feeling soft, she’ll lay a kiss on the top of your head.

Gets jealous the most

Again, it’s a mix, but honestly, it’s mainly Heather. For privacy’s sake, your relationship is probably secret at least until she’s secured here spot in the White House/wherever she wants to end up, it slowly starts to become public. It’s usually out at some event, she sees you getting hit on and immediately gets jealous. If she can, she’ll very possessively wrap an arm around you, trailing kisses up your neck until said perpetrator vanishes. If you’ve been flirting back, she’s definitely gonna take you home, lightly punish you and remind you who you belong to.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk

Heather sends a car for you, every time. She trusts the drivers a hell of a lot more than a random uber/cab driver. Sometimes she’ll be in the car, other times she trusts you to be able to make it home in one piece. She definitely makes sure that you have water/Gatorade, and take your makeup off before bed.

Takes care of on sick days

It’s a little of both. She doesn’t like to admit that she’s sick, so she usually swats you off when you try to coddle her into taking a break. It’s only when she’s really sick that she’ll let you snuggle up to her and take care of her. When you’re sick, she’s big on the home treatments, making sure you have lots of oj and soup, an extra blanket while you curl up on the couch alternating between snoozing and watching t.v. She is a Mom after all, she’s used to it. Some days she’ll curl up with you, other days she’ll make sure you’re not that sick and head off to work (though she’ll always come home early to make you dinner)

Drags the other person into the water on a beach day

Honestly, neither of you, you’re much more there for sun, relaxation, and a few sneaky drinks.

Gives unprompted massages

You. Heather works a lot, like a hell of a lot. She’s often stretching or cracking out sore joints, and you’re quick to get her sitting down, massaging out the knots in her neck/shoulders.

Who drives? Who rides shotgun?

Neither of you. She always has a driver, multiple drivers, so even if you’re heading out on your own, she’ll make sure you have a car ready to go.

Brings the other lunch at work

You. Again, Heather works a lot, chances are if you don’t work in the political field, she encourages you to work from home, there’s definitely a potential for a sugar mommy relationship, cause girl comes from a LOT of money. (It’s literally canon). So you’ve got a bit more free time to stop by the office, she especially likes when you drop off something home cooked, knowing that you put time into it, “made with love” you always joke.

Has the better parental relationship Heather. She’s honestly just really good at keeping up appearances/relationships, she needs to for her career and that transfers over to her personal life too. Her parents have always supported her and made sure she knows just how proud they are of her and the life she’s made for herself. They’re supportive of whatever choices she makes, even if they’re not totally agreeing with them.

Tries to start roleplaying in the bedroom

Not necessarily role play, but Heather’s the one that definitely brings out the Dom/sub role to see if you’re game for it. You obviously are and they immediately start up, you’ve got an assortment of pet names, ones more for soft situations, and ones that you know you’re in for it when she uses them

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

It’s definitely you. After sending a car to pick you up from the bar, you’re definitely the one who gets home and starts a much too loud playlist trying to encourage her to join in on your dancing. Reluctantly, sometimes she will because you’re just too adorable and needy to say no to.

Still cries watching titanic

Heather. It’s one of her favourites and she’s always had a soft spot for it. You don’t necessarily tease her about it, but you do boop her nose and kiss her cheek while giggling softly.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Neither of you, and if either of you did, her kids are old enough that they’re gonna tease the fuck out of you if you do it anyways. You’re both more the pair to throw on a witch hat or cat ears and call it a day.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

Heather. Duh. She comes from a lot of family money, she spoils you on the regular, and always wants to go even more at Christmas. Though you’re not the only one, her kids are definitely spoiled with gifts as well. The first Christmas, you try to protest, insisting that you set a limit, and the kids are the ones to be all “she’s just gonna do it anyways, there’s literally no way to stop her.” And you roll your eyes, realizing they’re right and just end up accepting it, making sure she knows just how much its appreciated.

Makes the other eat breakfast

The two of you swap back and fourth, it’s usually whoever’s up first/in the kitchen first. Heather does more of the lavish things, pancakes and bacon, waffles topped with fruit and whipped cream. You stick to the easier things, oatmeal with mix ins, avocado toast, though you make a killer breakfast burrito that she loves.

Remembers anniversary

Both of you, though Heather’s more likely to get distracted/caught up at work and has to call apologizing that she’s gonna be late, but she’ll definitely make it up to you later.

Brings up having kids

Girl’s already got two of her own who are roughly high school/early college age. You’re more than okay sticking with that, she does admit she misses the days when they used to be so small, and the innocence that little kids bring with them, but she also admits she doesn’t want to go through the full newborn thing again. You simply laugh and assure her you’re more than fine being stepmom to some older kids, you like them better at that age anyways.

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