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That number was flashed on the screens across all TV networks. That was the number of electoral college votes that Bill managed to secure, thus handing the presidency to him. He won all the swing states, plus other states a Democrat could just dream of winning. The energy in the Clinton Campaign headquarters in Little Rock was electric. Staffers young and old were jumping in joy, hugging each other and crying, as they delivered the victory to the candidate they fought for.

Hillary watched the events unfold, ears glassy with tears, inside a private room in the HQ dedicated for her. In the weeks leading up to the election, it had been an open secret in the campaign that Hillary was there in Governor Clinton's behest. They knew what was happening in the sidelines. They knew why she was there. At first, she was met with cautious glances from the staffers, but after some time, they warmed up to her, seeing how happy their candidate was whenever she was with him.

Hillary rested a hand on her chest, her heart swelling. She was so proud of him, the youngest president-elect in history.

Hillary jumped when she heard the door open, and her heart soared when she saw Bill, all smiles. She ran towards him and buried herself in his tight embrace.

"Congratulations, Baby," Hillary said. "I am so proud of you."

"Thanks, Honey. I couldn't have done it without you," Bill replied.

"Don't sell yourself short. You did all the hard work," she reminded him.

"But you were on my side when it mattered the most. You campaigning for me during the last stretch of the campaign made all the difference."

"370 electoral votes, Billy. I'm sure you could have done it without me," she said.

"No, Baby. We worked hard for this," he replied. "This is our victory."

Hillary smiled. Could she love him much more than she already had? She tipped up her toes for a kiss, and he caught her in her lips. Her tongue was demanding entrance in his mouth, and he eagerly welcomed her. She was so lost in the kiss that she didn't realize that she hooked her leg against his thigh.

"Whoa, whoa, Hill," said Bill, chuckling.

"Just got carried away, sorry," she giggled.

Bill simply chuckled. His face suddenly became serious and he led her to the couch where she was sitting.

"Hey, is there a problem?" Hillary asked, sensing something might be troubling Bill.

"Well, not a problem. But there is something that you must now. Actually, two things."

"Okay?" Hillary's heart was racing.

"First, President Bush had already called in to concede. And during the call, he discussed Operation Olga."

Hillary's heart suddenly stopped.

"He said that the future of the Operation lies unto me now because I will be the next President. Just so you know, I have known Operation Olga ever since I became the nominee, because I have been receiving the same classified briefings as President Bush."

"Therefore," Bill continued, "I have decided that I will release you from Operation Olga, and that will be my first executive action once I become President."

Bill's words never sounded lovelier in her ears.

"Oh Bill!" Hillary wrapped her arms around his neck, struggling to contain her tears. "Thank you. Thank you for giving me freedom."

"No, Hillary. I, on behalf of the American people, thank you. Thank you for keeping us safe and free. If it had been not for you, the United States might have fallen into the hands of a Russian puppet, destroying our institutions and ideals. You are a hero, Honey."

Hillary simply listened, basking in his praise.

"Secondly, President Bush wanted to award you the Presidential Medal of Freedom. And there will be a private awards ceremony. This will be classified, of course," Bill added.

Hillary couldn't care less about any shit award. All she really cared about was that she's free.

"But you know, as future President, I can award you with something," Bill said cheekily.

Hillary wiped her tears and raised a brow. "What is it now?"

Bill pulled something from his pocket, and she was stunned to see a small velvet box.

Hillary covered her mouth in total shock as Bill opened the box to reveal a diamond ring.

“Hillary,” Bill said, “you have dedicated your life to protect the United States. You have saved a lot of lives, yet when you needed the protection of the US, we failed you. But let me protect you, Baby. Let me take responsibility for you. As your husband and lover.”

Hillary need not think twice, their future be damned.

“Yes,” she replied. “A billion times, yes.”

Relief washed over Bill when he heard her acceptance. He kissed her, eagerly anticipating the bright future ahead of them. With him ascending to the presidency, she would be with him every step of the way.

Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow. 


"Make love to me, Honey." 

"Yes," Bill replied, pulling her skirt down. He allowed himself a moment to take in her body. She's fuller now, hips wider, stomach slightly softer but still flat, breasts fuller, because of the pregnancy. He noticed she's looking at him the same way, noting all the differences from the last time. She reached for his pants and pulls them down.

He shook his legs a bit so they fall to his ankles. He hooked Hillary's legs around his waist, ran the tip of his cock up and down her outline to feel how wet she was, and then pushed in until he's buried to the hilt. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open and she gasped. He waited a moment for her to adjust and then, pushing his fingers into her hips, he pulled out only to slam right back into her. She screamed, digging her fingers into his shoulder blades as he repeated the motion, building up speed with each thrust.

He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her in time with his movements. Wanting to be deeper inside her, Bill lifted her legs higher.

He couldn't help but think of the last time they did this, what he said to her. And now, after all this time, he still meant it. Even more so now.

"Cum inside me," she said, her voice harsh and breathless. Bill bit her neck in response and the thought of Hillary wanting to procreate with him was too much. When the moment came, he pushed has hard as he could inside her, praying that this coupling would result in a new life inside her. A life that they had always dreamed of.

“Hmmm,” Hillary hummed when Bill pulled out and lay beside her, her eyes heavy with drowsiness. “You have an early morning call time tomorrow, Honey.”

“I do,” Bill yawned. “First press conference as President-Elect.”

“That’s right,” Hillary replied. “And I’m going to fly back to New York. I’ll draft my resignation letter once I get home.”

Bill blinked, the look of surprise etched on his face.

“Don’t be surprised,” Hillary admonished him playfully. “You asked me to be your wife, so I assume I’ll be First Lady at some point.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I am just stunned that you will leave the Senate. It will have lost an institution.”

“Don’t worry,” Hillary smiled. “The White House will have gained one.”

Bill snuggled closer. “It will, once you become the first female president.”

Hillary looked at him with disbelief. “Surely you don’t believe that’s not going to happen.”

“Oh, I do. If not in 2004, then in 2008,” he replied. “Of course, I am assuming that I’ll win reelection in 1996,” he chuckled.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. You still have a lot to do. Pass healthcare, balance the budget, grow the economy, create world peace…”

“And in all of that, you’ll be right by my side,” he said affectionately.

Hillary smiled, sealing the deal with a kiss.



I, William Jefferson Clinton, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, so help me God.

As soon as Bill dropped his right hand, he pulled Hillary, who was holding the Bible for him, into a tight hug, letting the millions of viewers around the world know how much she meant to him. Once foes, the two of them presented a united front, showing that they were stronger together. As Bill waved to the crowd, Hillary watched him with absolute pride.

As Bill basked in the applause of the crowds and well wishes, Hillary caught the eye of the Russian ambassador. Hillary remembered the letter that was anonymously sent to her house the day after the elections. It said, “Watch your back, if I were you.” There was no question in Hillary’s mind as to who sent this letter. She should have told Bill about this, but she didn’t. He didn’t deserve to be dragged into his mess, no matter how willing he was to fight her battles. No.   

As Hillary walked away from the stage and into the Capitol, her eyes were transfixed on the Ambassador, who gave her a sour look. Hillary stared at him, unblinking, not surrendering. It was only when another diplomat caught the attention of the ambassador did they break eye contact, and Hillary was able to blend into the inauguration crowd. She knew that her war against the Russians was far for over. In fact, it hadn’t even started.

Bring it on, she thought. You may destroy me, but not the ideals that I am fighting for.

Bill looked around to find his fiancée, and he was relieved that she was just behind him. He grabbed her hand and kissed it as they walked the path from the National Mall to the Capitol, lever letting go.