CoD Epilogue

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Epilogue
A Glimpse into a Possible Future

The halls of the White House are quiet at 3am, and outside the Rose Garden is bare in the cold January night. But the Oval Office is warm and bathed in soft light. Nick and Joe’s tux jackets have been tossed on the couch, their dress shoes slipped off and tucked under it.

They’d been to half a dozen parties that night. The amazing cap on a day that began with Nick taking the oath for an office he’d been working to attain for thirty years. Though they hadn’t been able to share a dance at any of the inaugural balls, here, in the most important room in the country, they can meet in the middle of the floor.

Nick pulls Joe in and rests is hands on his still trim waist. They sway together as Nick softly hums into the silent room. The mood is soft and serious, but can’t last. Not with Joe. He rests his head on Nick’s shoulder and moans a soft “Oooh, Mister President” before trailing off into soft snickering.

Nick laughs and pushes him back, kisses him sweetly on the mouth and Joe crowds him back against the large, imposing desk.

“So, here you are then. How about we take full advantage of it? I’ll play Monica if you’ll be Clinton, hmmm?”  He starts to sink to the floor but Nick tugs him back up.

“What? Should we move to the other side of the desk? I’m pretty sure that’s how Bill liked it best. Think I can fit under there?”

“Did you wikipedia the Lewinski scandal for this seduction attempt?”

“This is common First Lady knowledge, Nick. I’ve been doing my homework so I can entertain all the foreign dignitaries that visit you.”  He grins fondly at Nick.

“Well, I think I can pass on Monica. I’d prefer you to play Michelle to my Barack anyway.”

“You’ve got a deal, President Jonas.”