Charlie lay on his back gazing up at the ceiling of the bedroom.  The person snuggled into his side murmured in their sleep, their long blond hair spilling across Charlie's chest.

The evening had been absolutely wonderful, Camilla had looked fantastic, drop-dead gorgeous.  The film, whose premiere they had been attending had been brilliant.  The after show party had been chock a block with people who for once he had wanted to meet, and enough food and drink to satisfy everyone.  They had had aperfect evening that had ended with them coming home and making love into the small hours.

A smile flitted across Charlie's face as the slender body stirred, and the blond head was lifted from his chest and turned to face him.  He smiled tenderly down at his lover.

And James smiled back.