Written for the April two-day drabble challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community

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Bodie woke with a start. The weight of an arm draped across his chest stopped him from sitting up. He didn't have to look. He knew to whom the arm belonged.

Ray.

Bloody hell, what have we done?

Yesterday. Bad OP.

Later. Too much scotch. A need to confirm they were okay.

Shared kisses. Two bodies falling into bed.

As panic began to set in, the body against him snuggled closer, that arm tightened possessively, a gentle kiss, his name whispered lovingly, and suddenly Bodie's fears vanished.

This was how they should be.

Together in all things.

Life was perfect.

-- THE END --

April 2008