Written for the 'classic' challenge.
Title: Choices of the Heart
Bill was studying the items in the glass cabinet when the President entered. She came and stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at the firearms.
"You're impressed with these?" she asked, so close he could feel her delicate shudder vibrate through his body.
"I can appreciate the craftsmanship that went into their design," he admitted. "That one is a genuine Kavovi."
"It seems so bloodthirsty, almost idolising war; and death."
"I have a Monclair."
"That's different. That's a classic."
He chuckled at her contrariness.
"You also have an overflowing bookcase," she pointed out primly.
He turned, and grasped her hand gently, mindful the Admiral was due to join them.
"And that means I win your approval before Cain?" he asked, holding her gaze intently.
Then, ashamed, he quickly bowed his head. He was creating unnecessary tension. It was unfair of him to suggest such a thing. Cain was his superior. This wasn't a popularity contest.
Laura spun around, inspecting the rest of the room.
"No, actually," she said. She skimmed her fingers across the lapels of his jacket for the briefest of moments before smiling up at him. "I think it's the fact she doesn't have a couch."
The End