*It took him a few moments to realize where he was, remembering being in Scotland but the previous night, he had fallen asleep cold and alone, crying himself to sleep and this morning he woke up safe in Julians arms again as if he had never left.
Then, the memories crashed back, causing him to immediately roll over and cling to his husband, afraid to let go. After everything he’s done, Julian had no reason to follow after him, the PRINCE had no reason to follow him…but they had and somehow, instead of things getting worse like they usually did whenever one of their eyes changed, things were seeming to get better.
He could feel the burn and irritation of the tattoo on his skin, needing to be cleaned, but he couldn’t force his arms to let go of Julian. He needed him so badly it felt like no matter how tight and close he held him, it still wasn’t enough. Skin against skin with not even space for air between still wasn’t close enough, and he felt the overwhelming urge to lay a trail of kisses from Julians neck, down his chest.
With his head lower, he could tuck it under Julian, feeling like he was the shorter one for a change even though he could feel Julians toes against his calves. He liked being taller, he liked that it gave him an upper hand in situations that he shouldn’t have a hand at all, but he remained low, with his forehead against where Julians heart should be beating*
*Feeling Scott move roused Julian from his light sleep, enough for him to consciously tighten his arms around him and nuzzle his hair. He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the familiar room of his Scotland home that reminded him of the past week’s events. Oddly, he felt calm and content despite what they’d been through, just happy to have Scott in his arms and to have his eyes blue.*
