How To Win A Campaign (Jon Ossoff x Reader)

fourteen

This felt wrong, for a number of reasons. One, this affair was carried out around a goddamn Reverend and, two, we were in the midst of trying to win a campaign. But, God, I couldn't help myself. The offer was far too inviting and compelling to refuse, and the worst part was that he person who usually grounded me was the one I was sneaking around with. Who was to stop me? I would hope that my own conscious would stop me from participating in this foolishness, but maybe my conscious was also starved of attention from Jon that I had given up. I was entirely under his influence.

Simultaneously, as this felt wrong, it also felt perfectly right. After I would pretend everything was professional all day, I would be given the reward of Jon's presence and pleasure. So, I was working against myself, training myself to act civil to receive my desperate prize. That was where it felt right and just, even if I knew it was so wrong. I love the thrill of the chase, and Jon incited that burning flame in my chest that had me begging for more fuel.

Somehow, I managed to keep focus on the campaign. Sobering myself every morning made me alert and attentive, allowing myself to perfectly execute every action I needed to. I no longer had my bouts of anxiety at night as I planned events, thinking over when everything would occur, instead I had a new bout—lava. At night, if we were at a hotel, Jon would visit me. It never stirred any suspicion because of how normal we were during the day. He would not be the one who gave us up, but neither would I. If we were on the bus, Jon was normal. There was public so we had to retain our anonymity to everyone, even if it were just the bus driver or the interns. No one could know, that was our rule.

I stood in the crowd, feeling a comforting warmth from all of those bodies huddled together like penguins. I wasn't nearly as cold as Jon was up on the podium. I saw his hands as he waved them, they were bright red from the intense chill of early December northern-Georgia. He would find my gaze, always in a different area of the crowd, and grin a little, remembering the night before. I couldn't help but smile back as I recalled it as well.

Nothing particularly risky occurred that night, it was a rather tame night for us. We had laid in my bed, watching a movie, but not really watching it. Instead, we were cracking jokes and, no matter how serious the topic was in the film, we'd find a way to laugh about it. There were a few times Jon would make fun of the characters, rather rudely, and I couldn't help but laugh and hit him, insisting it was wrong. Then, the characters on screen would kiss and we'd look at each other, mirroring the same grimace at the scene. Ew... both of us would cringe then break out into laughter. Other nights, I must confess, were not always so laid back and relaxing, but I suggested we'd have a restful night in preparation for the rally first thing in the morning.

Once he was finished, leaving the crowd cheering and clapping to warm their frostbitten hands, he happily hopped down from the stage. I slid from the crowd, whispering excuse me's to each person I needed to pass by. I met with Jon at the side of the stage, watching Warnock take his place.

"How'd I do?" He asked with a smirk as I assumed my place next to him.

As I stood there, I could feel his body warmth instantly re-warming me. I wanted to just hug him and gain an additional heat that I was seriously lacking at the moment. The breeze had picked up a little, chapping my lips and sending a chill through my clothes. I looked up for a moment at Jon to see his morale beaming from his face. "You did well," I put bluntly in order to keep his ego at bay.

"Just well?" He seemed disappointed in me for not giving him high praise.

I nodded with a hum.

"What should I do differently, then?" He asked, looking over at me.

"Nothing."

"So I did better than well?"