Sláine kept his hand on Eurion's face even when he moved to lock their gazes once more. His thumb stroked over the man's cheek, fingers feeling soft and familiar skin and contours that he would know blindfolded. Eurion was the beautiful one, if the prince had a say in the matter. He was the mystery of the darkness, the beauty of the night. His smiles were the brightest stars in the night sky and his eyes could rival that of the darkest depths of the darkest ocean. Even when Eurion spoke, Sláine had to take a moment to stare and admire the heated cheeks and the absolute gorgeous specimen of a man he managed to snag somehow just by being a target. After a moment of awed silence, he nudged Eurion's nose with his and stole a sweet kiss from his lips. His favorite lips. His favorite taste.
"Seadh, mo chridhe." Sláine brushed back some loose strands of hair from Eurion's face and stared at him fondly. "I know. But I'm fairly certain that enjoying a foreign festival more than any others doesn't look too good for a kingdom's prince." His free hand moved between them to idly trace over the lines of muscles along Eurion's stomach and chest, knuckles bumping over the expanse of skin that belonged all to him. His next kiss was more smile than kiss, and he settled their faces closer together just to be as close as physically possible. "I like to think she blessed us as a way to ensure that we'd be okay. Both for us, and for everything else. And maybe forgiveness for us crashing her party." He snickered and rubbed a thumb beneath Eurion's eye.
Sláine just couldn't stop touching him or looking at him. He had been so overwhelmed and happy when Eurion knocked some sense into him, then knocked him breathless with the intense surge of emotion and intensity as they reunited in the best way possible. Multiple times. Sláine didn't have the chance to just simply sit there and exist with the knowledge that he had his mate back, that he had a mate, that he could touch and kiss and fuck him whenever he wanted to once more. And truly whenever he wanted, because they no longer had to hide, no longer were unsure of where they stood with one another. He wanted to keep getting closer and closer, but was unsure if he wanted to tuck Eurion into him or be the one getting tucked away. "I was blessed far before the Eclipse gave me her star, though," the prince murmured. "That, I know."
Each touch sent shivers down Eurion's spine in the best way possible. Each touch was a reminder that they were together and this was real. It had been far too long since Eurion had felt this sort of happiness and he wasn't going to let that slip away, no matter how difficult it was to accept. After believing for so long that he didn't deserve this, this kindness and softness from anyone, that he didn't deserve to feel loved, he was relishing in every moment and taking it in as if this was going to be his last. With the Gods on his ass, it could very well be. At any moment they could take his mind back to their realm and keep him there, or find some way or another to torture him in his own and he may never see Sláine again. But now wasn't the time to be thinking those sorts of things. Pondering over the 'what ifs' could come later, but not now, not first thing in the morning.
He couldn't help but smile, soft and sweet and the look was still strange, even for him. His prince wasn't wrong. It would look slightly bad if the High Witch Prince found that he enjoyed a Fae festival more than his own. Eurion would keep that fact to himself, then. For someone who enjoyed staying in the shadows far more than being out in the light, the longer he stayed with Sláine the more inclined he found himself wanting to step out, if only to be by his prince's side. There wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be. He only wanted to be with Sláine, and if he had to lessen his life in the shadows somewhat to be able to do that, then so be it. Because he certainly wasn't about to let anyone think that his prince was on the market ever again. If Eurion could he would hide the man away for the rest of their lives so only he could enjoy him. Selfish, but that was what he wanted, and maybe for once, he should be a little selfish considering he never was.
He hummed softly, wrapping his arms tighter around Sláine to keep him close. In their position, it was slightly difficult, but one arm was slung over his mate's waist and resting on his back, and he was beginning to trace his own soft circles into his back, "I don't think She minded you being there," Eurion replied, "And you might have been blessed before this, but I certainly wasn't… I'm glad I got to share it with you." There wasn't anyone else he wanted to experience Skyfall with. Not anyone, apart from maybe the Eclipse Herself and maybe Addie and Cara but they weren't Sláine. They weren't his mate, and that was exactly what and who he needed.
Sláine visibly melted when he got to see the look he got from Eurion. This man was an assassin, cold and aloof and one of the many that had tried to kill him and his brother. He was contracted with the Gods to do their bidding no matter what, and just a touch sadistic in ways. But Sláine knew him better than that. He knew the soft heart and the wild blushes. The times where he got so overwhelmed he had to hide his face into the prince's neck just to recoup and cover up just how much he was blushing. Eurion was the sweetest thing in the world sometimes, and not just towards Sláine, but towards his friends as well. He knew how much the Gods were killing him and how he had no choice but to do their bidding. The sadistic wasn't any different, but when it was turned onto Sláine, it couldn't be any better.
And that soft and sweet smile? So fitting for the man that was Sláine's mate. The prince's grin was wide and loving and in awe of it, even if there was a touch of amusement at Eurion's words. Suddenly, with the arms around him, he wanted to have the man's weight over him once more. To have that feeling of being pinned against the mattress. So he hooked his leg tight around Eurion's hips and rolled them over so that Sláine was on his back and Eurion was on top of him. His hands went to the man's face, and as much as he wanted to drag him into a kiss, he had a few things to say first.
"I might've been blessed by the Middle for just being born into my family," he murmured, then nudged Eurion's nose and made sure their eyes were on each other, "but I was blessed by you far before She gave me that star. You were my blessing and the one who answered my prayer. I can't even begin to imagine what my life would be like if you didn't show up when you did, and it will forever be for the better no matter what." Only then did he pull Eurion into a kiss and murmur against his lips, "Tha mo chridhe a ' gairm airson mo leth eile, agus fhreagair thu. My heart calls for my other half, and you answered. That is my blessing, and the one I will treasure the most." Sláine pressed further into the kiss and slid a hand into his mate's hair, more than a little desperate for the man, just as he always has been.
Eurion couldn't help the small oof noise that escaped him when Sláine rolled them over and he was once again on top of the man. At least this time it wasn't in the sense that he had been last night, where he had his prince pinned down and screaming for him. This time it was reminiscent of that first night together. When in the morning he had been cuddled up to his prince and they had playfully rolled around together as if they were lovers - just as they were now - and not a prince and his assassin. Of course, they had gone on to pretend like none of that had happened once they had left the room, but this time? This time they didn't have to hide it. They didn't have to go back to shared looks and gently brushing their hands together when they had the opportunity. They didn't have to pretend like there wasn't something between them because there was. There was quite a big something between them. Now the others knew and they could be as open about their affections as they wanted.
"I am no blessing, Sláine," Eurion replied, resting his hands gently on the man's chest. His skin was soft and he was only reminded of their activities last night, along with how his prince had held him so gently and carefully when he had broken down, "I was only sent to do my job." But that job had given him the greatest gift he could have ever asked for. The man he was destined to spend his life with, if all went to plan, and the man that was going to be his one and forever. Nothing would change that, no matter how they met, but it was certainly no blessing, Eurion knew that much. He was a killer. A murderer. The ghost that no child wanted to see at the end of their bed. The man that had death attached to him with every step he took. No one should want a life with him. He couldn't even love himself let alone thinking about someone else loving him. And yet under his body and hands was the man claiming that he was perfect and a blessing and going to try and do just that.
With the position they were now in the assassin could see his wrists better, and his gaze was torn away from Sláine's face to that of the black veins now gracing his skin. HIs smile faltered, and although he tried to maintain it, Eurion could only try so hard and get so far. Physcial markers. More permanent, more real makers to demonstrate the Gods claim on him. He didn't want to think about what it meant. How the Gods were getting closer and closer into his realm, to the destruction they were going to cause. It was beginning to make him feel sick.
Sláine let go of Eurion's face to curve his hands around his mate's legs, feeling the muscle there and sliding his touch back to cup the back of his thighs. Just the simple touch reminded him of the name carved into his own thigh, and he felt a thrill once again at knowing he and Eurion could be together openly, instead of hiding behind secrets and stolen nights. Each breath from the prince pushed his chest against the assassin's hands, but he was unfazed as his attention was solely on Eurion's face and words. Again and again, he would call Eurion a blessing to him until the man finally accepted it as truth. Sláine would still be wondering world after world for someone who would care for him just as he cared for them. Eurion had come into his life at a time that wasn't entirely ideal, but close enough that he wouldn't have it any other way. Not enough to say no to the absolute blessing he was. The only thing he wished was that they met just a little earlier, because he wanted to have more time with him, wanted more opportunity to free him from the Gods.
"Sent to do your job, and now look at us. I'm yours." But the Gods had already captured Eurion's attention and mood, the man's face falling as his eyes landed on the black veins around his wrists. Sláine's smile faltered too, but he kept his eyes on his mate's face as he let go from idly groping the man to hold onto his wrists. He brought one up to his lips to kiss the tender skin on the inside of his wrist, and both of his hands were gentle and soft as they covered the black veins as much as he could. His hands were smaller than Eurion's, but not tiny. That did a little bit to hide the evidence of the Gods' torture.
"Hey," he called, voice hardly more than a whisper, "Look at me, acushla." Beneath his hands, his magic already surged, fighting against his control to get to the veins and cover them from sight. A mask that wanted to take place to protect his mate from anguish at seeing them. Sláine had to fight to keep the mask away for once, but that struggle was hidden from Eurion. The prince's magic was still up for discussion between them, and he didn't want to sour the mood any more than the marks had done already. It would be Eurion's choice if he wanted the veins hidden, or if Sláine's magic was just too much for him to handle in the state he was in. If that was so, then that was okay. He would respect his mate's decision and limits without a word, and do his best to make sure Aideen and Caoimhe don't bully the assassin too much for information. Mainly Aideen. Caoimhe seemed to be buddy-buddy with him already.
For now, though, his main focus was comforting Eurion and doing what he could to keep the Gods from souring their time together and dragging his mate through the mud even when they weren't around. Sláine turned Eurion's wrist so he could kiss his palm, gaze unwavering.
In a way, Sláine would have and always was Eurion’s. It didn’t matter if it was the Gods who had been sent to kill the twins, a random contractor or some man off the street with a vendetta to settle, Sláine would have been fated to Eurion no matter what. Chances of them meeting would have been far too slim if Eurion was nothing but a common man with no title, nothing but a regular job because at that point, he most likely would have stayed back in the Fae city. High Witches, or anyone that wasn’t Fae, weren’t exactly common when it came to these parts Even the royals stayed away for the Fae considering they didn’t want to bother or annoy the race that was so easy to piss off. Not exactly the best look, but there was nothing and no one in the city who was willing to change that. The Fae were stuck in their ways.
It was why Eurion was slightly nervous about the prospect of them meeting the Fae royals. It didn’t help that the assassin had a history with them, which was already going to make things worse. Him walking in there, seeking an audience with them, and bringing not one, but two High Witches and their uptight witch guard was certainly bound for issues. But there really was no other way and nothing more that he could do about it. They needed information and this was the best place to get it. The palace library and the archives that were connected held one of the largest expanses of books on the entire continent. If there was any information that was obscure or hard to find - such as markerstones - they were bound to be there. If they weren’t Eurion didn’t know what he was going to do.
He didn’t know what the Gods were going to do if he didn’t find the right information and in turn free them. It was why those black veins were so damning and haunting. If he failed again there would be nothing Sláine or anyone could do to stop the wrath of them from causing far too much pain. The last time had been bad enough, but Eurion didn’t know the extent in which they could or would bend his mind to places there was no going back from. He tried to drag his gaze away from those veins but he couldn’t. The best that Eurion could do was flick his gaze briefly from his palms to Sláine’s face and back to them again. They were only going to get worse. Worse and worse until there was nothing of him left, and he couldn’t help how his hands started to shake in Sláine’s hands and he swallowed back the rising nausea.
It didn't take much, but Sláine knew. He could see it on Eurion's face loud and clear that he wasn't okay enough to look at him, not for longer than that fleeting glance. And the very magic that he was terrified of boiled over in less than a second, but was still cautious enough of his mate's fear to not be overwhelmingly present. No, it was gentle as Sláine tightened his grip on Eurion's wrists. Gentle and subtle while it spread over his skin and covered the black veins—smothered them out of visible existence without being heavy or a magical discomfort like how the twins felt with their horns. For Eurion, it was soothing, as soft as silk and carried the heat of Sláine's touch. Sometimes the sentience of it all caught the princes off guard, but Sláine hardly took notice of it as he focused on Eurion.
And bit him.
His teeth pressed into the expanse of Eurion's neck, and he used his grip on his wrists to bring him further down to make it easier. It was the only thing that he thought of to jar the assassin out of his head and get him to focus on the prince. Sláine's bite lightened enough for it to be classified as a gentle gnaw, but it quickly changed to nuzzling and kissing and the drag of his canines pressing into his skin. "Gabh fois, mo chridhe," he cooed, kissing his way up and down Eurion's neck and pressing his thumbs into the pulse points of the assassin's wrists. "Breathe. Close your eyes if you need to and can't focus on me. Listen to my heart." He needed Eurion to focus on anything but the Gods and the now-hidden black veins, so he kept kissing, kept biting every two kisses—continued to hold him close even as the excess of his magic dissipated now that it was satisfied with its work at hiding the thing hurting the prince's mate.
With Eurion's weight pinning him down just as he had wanted, Sláine lifted his hips a fraction to shift his assassin closer, settle him into a more comfortable position where they slotted together just right. Then he pressed his legs against the man's sides. A full body trap that gave more than enough lenience should Eurion decide enough was enough. After a moment of hesitation, Sláine slowly let go of one wrist to cup the side of the man's neck right as he nuzzled into him. He could be gentle and firm when he wanted to, and now was a moment that it called for it.
Every aspect of dominance that Eurion showed in all other aspects of their life and their relationship melted away. He was finding that to be the case more and more as their relationship progressed. Sláine was able to pull him out of that state of mind and into soft submissiveness, really, when he was being told what to do to take care of himself from his mind was turning to such dark places. Because he didn't protest when Sláine bit down and pulled him closer, if anything he adjusted himself to make it easier for his mate to slot them together easier, to make sure they were together just right. That was what he wanted, that was what he needed right now. Eurion wasn't capable of taking care of himself for the time being and Sláine being there to help and tell him what to do so, even if it was something as simple as closing his eyes and breathing and listening to his heart, it was more help than he would ever be able to express to his mate.
The feel of his prince's magic on him and over his wrists took him aback, however. He didn't pull away, didn't say anything or make a comment on it, but it was odd. It wasn't unwelcomed, as much as a spike of fear ran through his body when he felt the magic on his skin, but just… odd. The Gods magic was still there under his skin, too, and Eurion could feel them warring against each other to try and present and show to the surface. The Gods magic was searing, a soft burning, an uncomfortable sting that wouldn't go away, but Sláine's was the opposite. It was soft waves over the burning, a soothing cream over the sting. It was what he needed. Their magics may have been linked and similar in ways but they weren't the same, it was what Eurion was trying to constantly remind himself. This was just an example of how they were different and how he didn't need to be afraid of his mate. Sláine wasn't going to hurt him like they did.
But he still couldn't help but worry about the magic, especially since he could feel the dark veins pulsing under his skin and fighting to come back to the surface, but the mask was hiding them and was stronger. The magic from the Gods was still coming from a realm that was mostly blocked off whereas his prince's was not. It would be able to overcome the Gods even if the magic was weaker. Euroin shifted and nuzzled back into Sláine, wanting to hide away in his arms forever, and finally came to rest his head on his prince's chest. Each steady beat of his heart was a comfort that this was real and this was how they were and it would be okay, "I'm sorry."
Sláine's magic, perhaps a touch stronger than normal for some reason, battled against the Gods' but was ultimately stronger than them. It tramped down the blackness trying to fight back, and forced them to settle down until the battle soothed itself over and Eurion only felt the warmth of Sláine's hands. A proper mask, fixed to its intended target and sinking in. And the prince himself let the assassin sink into his body, his head on his chest and nuzzling in. Fully submissive, fully leaning on Sláine and trusting him to take care of him and his mind when it was treating him like this.
The prince kept his breathing steady and calm, knowing that Eurion was listening to his heartbeat, and aware that he would be feeling every rise and fall of his chest. Making as little movement as possible, Sláine grabbed a blanket and settled it over them before burying both of his hands into Eurion's hair and running his fingers over the man's scalp. "No sorry's," he murmured, highlighting the statement with a tug. "Nothing is your fault. Just stay here and lay with me, okay? Be with me for a moment. Be mine." Not with his mind or with the Gods and their blackened veins. Not with Aideen or Caoimhe in the other room. Not even with himself. With Sláine, the prince holding an assassin's body hostage against his own. Just for this moment, he wanted Eurion to think about how he belonged to Sláine and forget his chains to the Gods. They didn't deserve his beautiful mind or the spare thought.
And honestly, Sláine didn't either, but he was less of an evil than they were. Just an undeserving prince who had the whole world in his arms, and hated to see it crumbling at the seams. He tried his hardest to keep Eurion together in his arms. Between the soft pets and massages of his fingers in Eurion's hair, the press of his legs against the other's sides, and the entirety of his attention on his beloved—it all felt incomplete and useless. Not enough. Eurion deserved so much more than a bumbling excuse of a spare prince who knew nothing of keeping himself happy, let alone another person, but this was the best that Sláine could offer because Eurion was still his everything. Less than his best was an insult to the man he called his mate.
Nothing is your fault.
But really, it was all his fault. Eurion couldn't shake the thought. If he hadn't been contracted to the Gods in the first place he would never have had to deal with them. If he had been so ignorant in his younger years, he could have denied their offer and continued to stay in the Fae lands serving the royal army and he wouldn't have had to worry about anything but them and his job, an easy life. He wouldn't have been subjected to the minds of the Gods twisting and manipulating his own. He would know what memories were real and what were false fabricating designs to scare him and continue the torture that they put him under day in and day out. He wouldn't have the physical reminders of their hold on him. The black veins on his wrists, ankles and around his neck. An invisible noose that was tightening with every second that he was under their hold, only growing stronger as the walls between realities broke down.
Sláine, Caoimhe and Aideen wouldn't have been in his mess, at least not with him, maybe for a good while longer. They could have continued their life in the palace without knowing that the Old Gods were out there, real and terrifying, and coming for the princes. They wouldn't have been on his stupid trek to try and find information on Marker Stones that Eurion needed in order to stay alive for longer than another week. It would have been for the better, in that case. Sláine wouldn't have been in as much danger.
But the Gods wrath was breathing down his neck in a never ender torment and Eurion was struggling to fight it off. To forget it was there. Now Sláine had invoked their anger even more so by heading into their realm over a week ago and it was only growing worse as the days went by. A storm was brewing, and Eurion was right at the centre with his patrons hanging over his shoulder. He pressed further into Sláine, if that were at all possible. Letting his eyes close and trying his hardest to level out his breathing, to stay present in the moment. They should get up. They had a job. At least he had a job to do. The others didn't have to come with him if they decided they changed their minds. They could enjoy the rest of Skyfall without him and his worries, "We should get up…"
Eurion still blamed himself. Sláine knew it, could feel the lingering taste of it at the back of his throat like a bad aftertaste. The bond between them shared just enough of Eurion's emotions that the prince could generally get a confirmation of his growing suspicions, and this time was no different. He sighed a little and tightened his hug around the assassin to encourage the closeness Eurion was seeking again and again. They couldn't get much closer even if they tried, unless—well, it was wildly inappropriate for the moment, but now that Sláine was thinking it, the more his mind rationalized and proposed he lay out an offer for his mate to think about.
"We should," he agreed quietly, though he didn't make a move to let go of Eurion or even so much as move an inch to the left. No, he instead turned his head to press a lingering kiss to the top of his mate's head and hesitated there, with his nose and mouth buried in soft hair and the scent of his beloved assassin. Should he really make the offer, or would it be the wrong time? Would Eurion think he was being selfish? Maybe, but he knew that the man would be gentle enough in his rejection if he truly felt like it wasn't the right thing to ask or say. Thinking about that, the knowledge that he didn't have a cruel mate—Eurion's self-depreciating reviews aside—helped him get the courage to say what he was thinking.
The prince nudged Eurion a little, just enough to get his attention. "We can go if you want, but I don't want to let you leave like this." Sláine bit his lip, then dropped his head back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "You're free to say no and tell me to fuck off, but I have an idea? Maybe? If you want, I can maybe take your mind off of Ezekt and… everything else. And I don't know anyone that's said no to a morning blowjob."
Welp, there goes being subtle and respectful. Sláine cringed at his blurted attempt at humor, muttered a quiet 'sorry', and ran an absent hand down the man's back as an added apology and also form of comfort. The ball was in Eurion's court, now, and Sláine completely expected to be turned down with the tiniest little laugh that he would still call a win because at least he got his baby to laugh at him.
Eurion didn't know what he had been expecting to come out of Sláine's mouth when he continued to talk, but it certainly wasn't an offer for a morning blowjob. It was certainly out of the blue. Certainly crazy. But it would definitely take his mind off of things, that was for sure. The Old Gods had a hold on his mind, but maybe if his mate was able to grab a hold of something else he would be more inclined and able to stop thinking about them and instead focus on something else. Something a lot more fun. And pleasurable.
He couldn't help his snort at the offer and a smile was quick to draw onto his lips. He pulled back from where he had been tucked away in Sláine's neck and brought them nose to nose instead. Really he didn't know what to say. For a moment he simply sighed and tried to think about accepting or rejecting the offer that he had been given. Most of him was saying yes, because, well, who could say no to a blowjob? Especially someone who was damned good at giving them, but would it really do any wonders? He had promised Sláine morning sex, and that had become quickly derailed with the Gods breathing down his neck and poking in on all their fun. Fuck, it was like they were fucking watching him all the time and seemed to pop up at the worst possible times. What if they watched them having sex? Eurion quickly refocused his thoughts from that of his patrons watching him take one of the men he was supposed to kill to bed and shifted it back onto Sláine himself.
"You're ridiculous, you know that, right?" He teased, raising a brow. But he wouldn't have it any other way. He wouldn't have any one else for a mate. No one else offering him blow jobs when shit hit the fan in his brain. No one else holding him after an encounter with the Gods he feared so much. No one else. Just Sláine, his beautiful, ridiculous prince who managed to always bring him back to the moment instead of letting him get lost in his own head.
Eurion nudged his nose against Sláine's, lips ghosting over the others for a moment before he continued to speak, "How could I be the first person to say no to such an offer from a handsome prince?"
Sláine's grin was sheepish and tentatively smug, like he wasn't exactly sure if Eurion was fully on board with his less than appropriate suggestion as to how they got the assassin's mind off of the gods. Yes, he knew that he was ridiculous, but especially so for his mate. His beloved Fae assassin, who had snuck into his heart and mind and soul with the stealth he had used to get into the palace in the first place. When he felt those lips against his, even just a ghost of a moment, he tilted his head to kiss Eurion properly. It was far more chaste than the offer he was presenting, but the prince just wanted a kiss for now. He was going to give Eurion something to help him—even if it was just a little self-serving—so he didn't want to take too much.
Then Sláine was gently rolling them over. Hooking his legs over his mate and using his weight to put himself on top of Eurion with his knees and elbows pressing into the mattress. The prince was smiling and swooping in for another kiss. "Easily, just say 'no,'" he teased, before dropping yet another quick kiss on Eurion's lips. "But if you really don't want to, I won't be upset if you do say no." It wasn't anything serious enough that Sláine would be put out about being rejected. The timing was probably the worst, and he'd rather Eurion be in the state of mind to be receptive of whatever he was given than feel the need to say yes just because he was asked.
Though he was a prince, he was very used to being told no. Eurion, he knew, would be someone he wouldn't ever argue against with that. Especially with things dealing with intimacy. Sláine sat down onto Eurion's thighs to get comfortable, which freed up his hands and let him run them over his mate's chest and stomach, feeling all the skin and muscle that was all his. And the scars. They were unavoidable, and it still stung knowing how his beloved got the newest ones, but Sláine pushed through that to simply admire the specimen beneath him that was all his to keep and hoard away from others. Other Fae, other witches, the Gods. This assassin was off the market for good, and no one was getting to him without dealing with the prince.
"Have I told you how fucking hot you are?" he asked, nipping at Eurion's chin with a growing grin. "Because you are. Very. And I am very fortunate."
The assassin was more than aware that, if he said no, his prince would back off the moment he did so. The second he showed even an inclining that he didn't want things to be taken further than a few teasing kisses and handsy touches, Sláine would stop. But he didn't want that. No, he wanted to be touched. Wanted to be held and kissed up and be under the eyes of his beloved prince and his wandering hands. He liked it. So much. More than he would ever admit. Because for once in his life he felt special. He felt seen and, quite possibly, maybe even loved.
Even if that came with a morning blowjob from said man who was making him feel that way.
All that Eurion could do in return to Sláine's kisses was push back harder. Desperately trying to lock their lips together in a kiss that was longer than the ones he was being given, and definitely more passionate than them, too. He wanted this. And if it was any indication from their past history, it wouldn't be the first time they had had some fun after a traumatic incident between them. At least this time it was them, together, rather than them being in separate rooms and sending images down their bond to try and convey what they wanted. They would never have to do that again, and Eurion was more than grateful that he wouldn't have to do so. He could touch and kiss and hold and do whatever he pleased, if the carving on Sláine's thigh had anything to show for it.
He let himself be flipped over. Let Sláine straddle his thighs and arched into the touches he was given down his chest with a soft hum. Once soft, fearing eyes turned sensual, looking at Sláine through hooded lids. The assassin raised a brow at his words, "You're told me how hot I am many, many times," He replied, a smirk dancing on the edge of his lips, "But you, Sláine, are a flame I would burn myself with forever, even if there was no water to put me out."
