This Is How It Ends
Don looked to where V lay sleeping. He had always struggled with foreign names, all those crazy accents. Hence, V.
He remembered what V had said on that first night: a Lincoln quote (unusually):
‘Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?’ And he’d smiled that wicked smile.
Warmed by the memory Don spooned V pressing his fake tanned belly into V’s back.
The Russian President snuggled in close to the U.S. President.
‘I love you, sweetie,’ Don whispered.
V stirred and with eyes still closed he smiled that wicked smile.
‘I luf you too, sveet-chicks.’