it was a storm night. dark, cloudly, windy; not a great night for anybody to be out. lucky for the two men, they weren't out. they were alone. together. it was quiet, and they both appreciated the relaxing time they had. they were both under constant stress due to the election coming up, and right now, being in the moment, they didn't have to think about it. barack rolled over in the bed, wrapping his arm tightly around mitt. mitt squirmed in his arms, his eyes slowly opening. "Mitty, go back to sleep." Obama replied as he noticed Mitt Romney's eyes open up wide. Mitt shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face. "I can't. You're too handsome to look away from." Mitt and Barack chuckled, as they slowly admired each other. The bed they were lying in was soft and the pitter-patter style of rain falling on the window only made it even more comfy. Barack grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Mitt, we've got the elections tomorrow, so we need to sleep. I'm not taking no for an answer." Mitt sighed, nodding. "Fine, B. but only for you." Mitt grinned, slowly pressing his lips against Barack's. "Good Night, handsome." Barack said before they both laid down and shut their eyes. "Good luck tomorrow."
And the two presidential candidates fell back asleep in each other's arms.
