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Drabble that's all Rebel's fault. . .

Okay, so technically I wrote it, but Rebel used the puppy eyes of doom on me! I was almost helpless in their thrall.

Ahem. With profound apologies to the late Quentin Crisp for nicking his title.



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."


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[identity profile] crimson-37.livejournal.com 2007-09-24 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Your comment has created quite a few plot bunnies for Rebel.
Now that can only be good, can't it?

If I paired the Cow with a minister it would have to be the one I call the cuddly minister. The one from ITPI. :)