Election Night.


"Oh please—you only think money is power because it's paying you!"

"Money is America, Nadine!"

"Oh my god."

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"Oh my god," she says now, except this time it's less of a scoff and more of a moan.

He's got her flat on her back and half naked in his bed and he's everywhere, overwhelming her senses. Not for the first time that night, Nadine wonders what the hell she thinks she's doing letting the Dark Prince of K Street put his hands on her body.

But god it's good, and she's feeling greedy.

She always gets laid on election night. It's practically a Washington tradition (at least, it's her Washington tradition), and just because she knows Mike Barnow is a logically terrible choice doesn't mean she's going to pass up on it now.

And anyway, they're both already down to their underwear and it would just be a waste to call things quits before either of them even get a chance to have some decent fun. At least that's how she rationalizes it to herself. She'll sort out the consequences in the morning along with the rest of the political detritus.

Her bra has been tossed to some corner of the room and Mike's currently got his face in her chest, kissing over her breasts and sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth until she squirms. She buries a hand in his hair and holds him in place as he swirls his tongue and, very gently, uses teeth. He pinches the other one between his fingers and she inhales sharply.

He kisses his way back up her neck and cradles her jaw in his hands as he covers her lips in a rough kiss. She presses her mouth harder against his, her body harder against his. She loves everything about the way he's been touching her tonight, like he can barely contain how much he wants her, how desirable he finds her.

He suddenly reaches down with one hand while she isn't paying attention and slides it into her underwear. He cups her and she gasps sharply, breaking the kiss.

"Jesus, you're wet," he mumbles. "Has no one been taking care of you?" He presses one long finger inside her and she groans.

"I — I — fuck…"

He strokes in and out, watching her face. "How long has it been?"

She won't answer that. "I'm not out of practice if that's what you're worried about," she retorts, with dignity. Her hips rock in counterpoint to his finger.

"Of course not." He's watching the fluid lines of her body with dark eyes and adds another finger. "It's like riding a bike, huh." He moves them back and forth inside her. He slides back a little so that he can crouch down, at eye level with her hips, and fasten his mouth to the inside of her thigh. He sucks on her skin hard enough to mark her.

She winds her leg around his neck. "I hope you'll make it more fun than that."

He responds by sliding his fingers out and over her clit. She gives a strangled moan and arches her back. "Fuck. Yeah," Mike breathes, watching her hungrily. "Yeah. I'll make it fun for you, baby."

"D-don't call me that."

He doesn't reply. He pulls his hand away, making her groan in protest. He urges her to lift her hips so that he can pull her underwear off and fling it behind him. He slides his palm over one smooth thigh before bracing it over his shoulder again. With the other, he brushes his fingertips lightly over wet flesh. She squirms. What a tease. She hooks her leg, trying to leverage herself closer. And when Mike does it again, she pushes her hips into his hand.

He grins. "Impatient," he says.

"Ready," she corrects. Get up here and fuck me, she wants to say, but doesn't, because she doesn't want to prove him right.

"I like that." Even in bed, he talks far too much. She reaches down to pull him up, and he takes the hint. He leaves one last sucking kiss on her other thigh before climbing his way back up her body, and Nadine reaches down between them. She runs her hand firmly over his cotton-covered length and his hips twitch. She pushes his boxers down over his hips so that he springs free, and then pushes them the rest of the way down with her feet. She wastes no time getting her hands on him and he groans, dipping his face into her neck as she strokes him. He's achingly hard and thick in her hand—a little bigger in girth, maybe, than she's used to. He's going to fill her up nicely, and she can feel herself throb in anticipation. God, it's been a long time.

She pumps him a few times until he's rocking his hips into her hand. Then she wraps her legs around his hips and grinds her wetness against him.

"Fuck," he swears. He slides his cock over her slick clit in a slow back and forth and she sighs. She forces his mouth onto hers in a bruising kiss.

"Condom?" she breathes.

Blindly, he reaches a hand out to the nightstand and pulls open the drawer. He scrabbles around inside for a moment before pulling out a foiled packet and a small bottle of lube. He pulls back from her to get himself set up, but she takes it from him and tears it open herself. She rolls it expertly down his length and then uses her legs to turn him slightly. He gets the hint and rolls over onto his back so that she's perched on his lap. She takes the lube from him and pours out a little over the tip of his cock. She snaps the bottle closed and places it on the nightstand as she spreads the slickness over him with her hand. She strokes him lightly, teasing until he's bucking his hips just the tiniest bit.

"Come on, Nadine," he breathes.

"Yeah?" She rises up on her knees, positioning him at her entrance. If she weren't getting so antsy herself she might tease him a little more, make him work a little harder for it. She sinks down on him slowly, just a couple of inches, before rising up again. She bites her lip as she does this a couple more times, taking more of his length with each. Once she's fully seated, she stills and gives her body a second to adjust to him. She exhales shakily; god, it's intense already, and she hasn't even started moving yet. She clenches around him and he moans, hands shooting to her thighs.

His hands slide up and down her legs, then move up her waist and over her breasts. When Mike runs his thumbs over her nipples, she hums and leans down to kiss him, deep and slow. She braces her hands on his chest, and begins to move.

He fits his hands to her hips as she rocks on top of him, not controlling her pace, just stabilizing her as he matches her rhythm.

"Mm," she says softly, "that's good." She puts a little more force behind her hips, savoring the shiver that shoots up her spine in response.

"Yeah," he agrees, "very, very good." Suddenly, he flips them over and she lands on her back with a soft thump and a gasp. "And you are very, very sexy." He keeps the same rhythm, but slides a hand under her and lifts her up, grabs a pillow up by the headboard, and slips it under her hips. When he resumes fucking her on the new angle, her lips part and her eyes flutter shut, hands scrabbling for purchase against the sheets. Her moan, this time, is higher in pitch and sounds closer to a whine. He didn't know she could make a sound like that.

"Yeah," she says. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Like that?"

"More," she breathes. She moves her hands over her own breasts. "Mmh, god."

"No god," he pants, "just Mike."

She slaps his ass and he almost jumps in surprise. "Harder, Mike."

He grins widely. "Yes, ma'am." And punctuates it with a rough thrust.

Nadine brings her hand up to her lips and wets her middle two fingers. She works it between their bodies and uses it to rub her clit as he rocks into her. Mike watches her intensely.

"That's hot. Fuck." He leans forward and bends her leg, pushing it up so that her shin is pressed against his chest, and thrusts again, deeper.

"Mhmm — just like that," she says. Her fingers work tight little circles over her clit.

"Are you — are you close?" he asks through gritted teeth. "Nadine, I—"

"No, don't you dare," she warns. "Not before I get to."

He leans down and buries his face in her neck, muffling a groan.

"Just keep going. Just like that, yeah—" Her brow furrows in focus, and she swirls her fingers even faster between her legs, holding the rapidly growing tension in every muscle in her body.

Mike grunts as he continues to rock into her. He licks the skin just under her jaw, then nips at it with his teeth. "Fuck."

"Mhmm." The next second, Nadine lets out a hoarse shout, followed by nothing but breathy moans and clenching muscles as her body arches beneath his and begins to shudder uncontrollably. Mike drops the last shred of his control and fucks her at a frantic pace, riding out her wave as he chases his own release. She eventually slackens under him but he continues to fuck into her sensitized body hard and fast, making her lips part and her eyes roll back. Mike lets go with a strangled yell and collapses to the side so that he doesn't crush her beneath him.

They pant heavily as they try to catch their breath again, sweat cooling on their skin. Nadine laughs delightedly, still riding a euphoric high, and Mike mumbles "wow". Carefully, he reaches down to remove the condom and tie it up. He leans over the bed to drop it into the wastebasket on the other side of his nightstand, then flops back down next to Nadine. His hand brushes down her arm searchingly and his fingers loosely entangle with her own.

"Jesus. We should have done that sooner," he announces. He pulls her hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it affectionately. "All those missed opportunities. We could have been doing this the whole time."

She resists the urge to snicker because on his best day, the man is barely tolerable. She has a hard time thinking of a scenario in which her interactions with him could have possibly led to sex.

"And in what past situation would we have considered fucking each other?" Besides this one. Wherein they're both buzzed, euphoric, and (in Nadine's case, at least) basking in the promise of newfound job security.

"Oh, I've thought about it several times. I can explain several ways in which it might have panned out," he says matter-of-factly. He turns his head to look at her. "Most of my fantasies involved hate sex."

Nadine snorts. It's not that delusional, actually. She loves hate sex — it's probably done her more favors in her lifetime than not-hate sex. "Fair enough."

"They probably won't anymore, though."

"I won't count on it." She rolls over and gets out of bed. "I'm gonna clean up."

"I'm not done with you yet," he calls after her.

She smirks. "God, I hope not."


TBC