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It was 5am on the morning of November 3rd, 1992, Bill and Hillary had just gotten off the campaign plane after a marathon of campaign stops before heading back to Little Rock for Election Night and to vote themselves. Both ready to collapse ascending the stairs from the plane, Bill reaches down to grab Hillary's hand and when he does Hillary turns her head to look at him and smile. They didn't have to say it out loud but they were certainly glad to be back home in Little Rock and now the fate of Bill's future was in the hands of the American people.
Bill helped Hillary into the car for the journey back to the governors mansion, Chelsea was with her grandparents that night so that her parents would not wake her up when they got home. They loved their daughter very much but every now and then it was nice to have some quality quiet time, as exhausted as they were from the crazy last 24 hours they truly needed this time together. Because after today if Bill wins it will be a long time before they get the chance to really have that quality quiet time together that they both so desperately crave. Every so often while they were on the trail Bill would sneak Hillary into an area behind the curtains and flags to passionately kiss his extremely beautiful wife, a romantic action that would always drive Hillary wild.
The campaign schedule over the final 2 weeks had been non-stop, trying to meet and talk to as many voters as Bill could. It was as if Bill needed to look into the eyes of every voter to connect with them so they could see the sincerity he had in his heart for the message he was delivering. He believed he had the right foundation to help turn the country around, he believed that by giving the voter a glimpse into his soul they would see that he wasn't just another empty handed politician. His feet were throbbing in his loafers, his legs felt like jelly and his hands were so sore from the now millions of handshakes he had given. Hillary told him after he lost his re-election for Governor in 1980, that the only way to come back stronger was to get back in touch with the people. No one knew the people of Arkansas like Bill Clinton, no one loved the people of Arkansas more than Bill Clinton, he didn't always get things right but the people of the state knew he was trying and doing the best he could to help them.
When he ran again in 1982, Hillary was right, getting back in touch with the people was more important. It is often said that Hillary is the brains while Bill is the charismatic politician, but that is how the media has painted this couple. Both are extremely intelligent, Bill a graduate of Georgetown University, a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford, a Fulbright Scholar and a Yale Law School graduate, while Hillary graduated from Wellesley and Yale Law School. As the media paints them as the brain and brawn they fail to see that they are so connected by a much deeper force. Bill needs her like he needs air, it's like how Superman needs the sun to charge himself back up; Hillary is Bill's sun. They are each other's greatest strength and their greatest weakness, one cannot function without the other, they are ying and yang. Bill Clinton had dated so many different kinds of woman, but when he saw her... the blue eyed girl in class with thick glasses something washed over him in an instant flash that he just simply could not explain. He needed to know who she was but at the last second before he reached his arm out to tap her shoulder... he stopped himself, an act he still to this day doesn't know why he did. A few days later there she was in the law library, reading and she just radiated to him and he found himself unable to look away. She glanced up and saw this bushy haired (Admittedly cute.) guy staring at her, she tried to dismiss it but when she looked up from her book again there he was still staring at her. Now she was blushing and she was getting extremely impatient waiting for him to get up and come over, when she determined he wasn't getting up she didn't even think... she placed her book down on the table and she stood up now walking toward him. He panicked, Oh my god she is coming over here, he thought in his head, he tried to act cool when she approached. Her whispered voice was like a harp playing in his ear, every single letter of every word was a gentle pluck on it's strings... "You know if you keep looking at me and I am going to keep looking back at you, we should at least know each others names, I'm Hillary Rodham, who are you?" Bill was still savoring the sound of the harp playing in his ear when he drew a blank... Oh damn it what the hell is my name? His thoughts and voice escaped him, she literally took his voice, thoughts and breath away. She stood there just deeply looking into his eyes when finally it came to him, "My name is Bill, Bill Clinton." His southern twang was prevalent, and she loved how it sounded.
Bill and Hillary arrive at the Governor's mansion and they immediately head upstairs to try and catch a bit of a power nap before they have to get up and go vote in front of the cheering crowds and TV cameras. Some young staffers helped bring their bags up to the room and when they were done Bill took them into the hall and told the youngsters he was so grateful for their help and he hoped to see them later tonight at the victory party at the mansion. Bill made sure the staffers were gone, he walked into their bedroom and shut the door and there was his wife trying to undress but she just looked so exhausted. "Hillary, my love can I help you?", Bill said with a smile on his face. "Honey would you please, I can barely lift my arms anymore.", Hillary responded with a giggle at the end. Bill was helping undress Hillary, her hair was ever so gently touching her soft skin on her neck. And no matter what Bill tried to do to ignore this simple innocent seduction that Hillary didn't even realize she was doing, it just wasn't working. He was using all his strength not to lean his head down to kiss her neck, he knew how tired she was and he knew that she needed her rest, "Bill are you alright." Hillary said sensing he was wandering away. "Yes sweetie I am fine, I got a little lost there for a moment.", Bill replied and with a slight smirk.
After 17 years of marriage Hillary knew when he was wandering and what it meant, this time was no different, she could also feel his breath getting heavier and heavier. She turned around to face him after he had ran his soft fingertips down the high of her shoulder then to the center of her back to unbuckle her bra, she loves his soft, gentle hands. They are very strong but for some reason she can't get enough of the touch of his fingertips, it will send chills through her whole body. Bill knows this and he may have emphasized touching her like this knowing that Hillary couldn't resist his gentle soft touch, when she turned to face him her arms were pressed against her naked breasts her eyes were chest level to him. He gently reached for her chin and ever so gently pushed on the underside of her chin, upward so that her sapphire crystal blue eyes met his. He smiled at her and he knew he had sparkles in his eyes and very quietly Hillary spoke, "Bill, kiss me." He wrapped his arms around her and he placed his lips upon hers, she could feel chills running through her body, and before she could even process the butterflies he was giving her in her stomach he, that quickly scooped her up into his arms. "Oh Bill", she whispered in his arms now. Her arms now wrapped around his neck, "Where are you taking me?" she knew the answer but it didn't stop her from asking. Bill again looked deep into her piercing blue eyes and he said, "I'm taking my beautiful wife to bed."