Obama’s heart jumped. So these feelings weren’t just imagination, there had been a spark at that dinner indeed. But as soon as the feeling kicked in he realized: Once again Mitt had been the one to take the first step. Fury built up inside Obama, and he punched Mitt, right on the nose. Mitt fell down to the ground. For a few seconds, Mitt sat there, baffled. But just as he was about to open his mouth Obama jumped him and kissed him full on the mouth. Obama’s heart seemed to explode with the passion, The heat, the excitement, the wrongness of it, the dominance he just established over Mitt. It was all so overwhelming. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, the first few seconds were tense but Mitt soon settled down and laid on the ground getting into the moment. Obama kept their passionate kiss going, making sure to keep establishing dominance. Then Obama decided that he had nothing to lose anymore. The passion took him over completely. He was going to fuck Mitt Romney, Mitt Romney of the republican party. No matter what his wife, his children the media, or anyone else would think of it, he didn’t even care if Mitt himself wanted it.