Day 7: One More Night

Francis watched Arthur from the bed. His lover was sipping wine and looking out the window, his hair still tousled and the blanket draped lazily around his body. "Stay," he said.

Arthur turned his head to look at him. "Again?"

"Why not?"

"People will start thinking I moved in with you. They'll never shut up about it during world meetings."

"You're leaving tomorrow and it'll be ages before we can meet up again. One more night. Please?"

Arthur put his glass aside. "You know I can't resist you." He walked over to the bed, the blanket flowing down to the floor. He climbed onto the mattress.

"There you are." He pulled Arthur into his arms. "Right where you belong."

"Until morning comes and duty calls once more."

"Let's not think of that now. For one more night, you are mine."

Arthur leaned in and kissed him. Yes, right where he belonged.