4 hours later .. heavy - footed, Putin made his way down the rickety stairs of his time - worn plane. A cosy Autumn breeze, snatched Putin up into its arms; a crooked smile formed on his porcelain face - it felt like home. A place of safety. Sanctuary. Joy. With an added skip to his uneven steps, he made his way to the taxi and here began his journey to 10 downing street.
Boris had spent his time gathering the right words to say. It was nerve - recking meeting another leader. He paced swiftly up and down his marble - floored hallway as crystal like beads of sweat trickled down his soft, mouldable face..
Knock..
Knock..
Knock..
And this is where it begins, the real story... The story of how a formal meeting turned into a love story. Two leaders, both plagued by their past and both the key to each others release.
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Boris x Putin
RomanceBoris and Putin may not share the same political views but fortunately that is the last thing on their mind after a secret, sensual rendezvous one Autumn Saturday night. This is a joke lol. Mentions of sex stuff so read at your own discretion
