Written for the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community


The Naked Civil Servant

Cowley wasn't a fool. He'd seen enough careers ruined by just the semblance of an abuse of power. He knew the differences between them in class, social standing, and the simple chain of command made their relationship wrong even if both of them weren't men.

Moreover, their choice of venue wasn't just illicit but illegal. His office, where Her Majesty's business was carried out, hardly qualified as the private environs homosexuality was banished to by law.

Cowley sipped his single malt. Perhaps he was a fool, he thought. But he wasn't a coward.

His door opened.

"George."

Cowley smiled. "Minister."

-- THE END --

September 2007