Who: Carrick and Russell Where: The master bedroom, Carrick's house When: Week 16, Sunday, after midnight. Why: Warnings: Probably angst, Probably sex.
There was something wrong between the, Carrick knew it. His husband's pain at his recent infidelity with Samandriel tore at Carrick in a way that he hadn't felt for centuries, if ever. He loved Russell desperately - loved the werewolf's passion and life and fire.
During his week of solitary reflection, the vampire had spent countless hours going over what both Samandriel and Russell had said to him - that his inflexibility and holding tight to centuries past was destroying his present, and perhaps too his future.
He didn't know how to make things right between them.
When he entered the bedroom they shared, Russell was already asleep. Carrick silently stripped off his clothes and slipped into bed beside his husband, pressing his chest close to the strong, broad back. He wrapped a pale arm around the other man's torso and lay still, simply feeling the other man's calming presence, his warmth.
He kissed the sleeping man's bare shoulder. "I love you, Russell. That's never going to change."