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When Scott wakes up, it’s to the sun shining bright into his window and an arm slung around his waist. He allows himself to bask in it a moment, ducking further under the covers and into his husband’s arms. The morning can wait a moment longer, preferably for when Scott’s head stops pounding.
Jimmy mumbles something sleepily as he pulls Scott closer, arm squeezing around his middle for a moment.
“Good morning,” Scott whispers, though Jimmy seems loath to break away the last bit of sleepiness.
“Morning,” he mumbles into Scott’s ear, which flicks back at the sensation of breath on it.
“I get the sense that you don’t feel like getting up,” Scott jokes as Jimmy makes no move to let Scott go. That arm tightens around him once more as Jimmy presses a gentle kiss to the back of Scott’s neck.
“Morning can wait,” Jimmy mumbles into his skin, and Scott is rather inclined to agree with him. Unfortunately, they both have empires to run.
“Might be nice to get at least some clothes on before Cleo gets here,” Scott reminds Jimmy. He’d love nothing more than to laze in bed with his husband all day – maybe all year – as he traces lazy kisses along his shoulders into the hollow of his throat.
Jimmy finally moves, launching himself up a little. He tugs on Scott’s shoulder until the elf is laid out on his back.
“Hi,” Jimmy says. The blush on his cheeks rosy in the pale sunlight.
“Hey,” Scott replies with a giggle before leaning up and kissing Jimmy.
It’s short and sweet, just enough to tide them both over.
“Do you really think Cleo will burst in?” Jimmy asks with a glance at the mess of clothes around the bed.
“Usually, I’d say yes,” Scott responds, “but I think she’ll hold off today, just in case we’re doing what newlyweds are wont to do.”
Jimmy dips down for another kiss, deeper this time, and runs a hand down to Scott’s hip.
“Would be a waste of an assumption, wouldn’t it.”
Scott rolls his eyes before pulling Jimmy down on top of him, giggling into the kiss he drags him into.
“Suppose it would.”
Eventually, they manage to get dressed and make their way down for breakfast – more of a brunch, really – where they’re joined by very few of their usual company. Martyn, however, is sat in the chair reserved for Jimmy’s guard.
Scott hesitates for a moment, a small stutter in his step – imperceivable to anyone except Jimmy, who’s holding his hand. It feels like bad luck, if nothing else, to spend the morning after his wedding night with his ex. Then again, he fully intends to go bother Skizz at some point today.
Jimmy squeezes his hand a little, shotting him a lopsided grin.
“Come on, it’s going to be fine,” Jimmy assures him, “I’ll send him away if he can’t be civil.”
“And if I can’t?” Scott asks teasingly.
“Then I guess we’ll have to eat all meals in complete privacy in your rooms from now on,” Jimmy replies with a wink.
Martyn gets up as they approach, putting down his cutlery to pull out Jimmy’s chair.
“Hiya, Tim,” he greets, “Prince Smajor,” he adds with a small bow-nod.
“You know as well as I do that you don’t need to bow to me, Martyn,” Scott reminds him. His tone isn’t quite unkind, and Martyn seems to take it well.
“I wanted to,” Martyn responds, a clear challenge in his eyes.
“Very well,” Scott says. He sits down in his chair – the one Jimmy had just pulled out for him – without further comment. Jimmy’s eyes flick between the two of them for a moment before he also sits down.
Scott busies himself with pouring two glasses of sweet berry juice while Jimmy shoots a warning glare at Martyn.
“What has you finding yourself at breakfast this late, Martyn?” Scott asks. His tone is pleasant enough, and he’s not even looking at Martyn when he asks it.
“Much the same as you two, I imagine. Unless you’ve utterly wasted your wedding night,” Martyn says, and Jimmy chokes on his drink a little.
“You know me better than that,” Scott replies airily, turning back to the pastry he’d picked out from the platter that has been set out on their table.
Jimmy, poor thing, has managed to set down his glass but hasn’t stopped coughing. Martyn smacks him on the back a little until Jimmy finally manages to wheeze a breath back in. Scott is immediately there to offer him a sip of water, and Jimmy gives him a thumbs up gratefully.
“Are you okay, Codfather?” Scott asks when Jimmy has calmed down.
“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine now,” Jimmy manages to get out.
Martyn gets up then, taking his now-empty plate with him as he does.
“I’ll go see to the horses,” he states as he gets going. He bows to Scott again, who just rolls his eyes at his antics.
The newlyweds eat breakfast in relative silence, occasionally commenting on their food.
After breakfast, Jimmy and Scott retreat to their respective rooms in the castle to get their work done for today. They’re both single-handedly running empires, after all.
Scott finds Cleo in his rooms in the middle of hanging up his clothes that had just been brought back up by the laundry maids. She’s humming something to herself when Scott opens the door, startling her out of her song. Behind her, Scar and Bdubs are sat at a table with heavy textbooks open in front of them.
“You’re making them do homework after staying up all night?” Scott asks.
“It’s cruel!” Bdubs exclaims from the table.
“Their tutor has a hangover bad enough he’s decided he can’t work today. So yes, they’re doing homework instead, since they got to sleep in until two hours ago,” Cleo explains, sending a look at her sons that sets them back to their work. Scott can hear Bdubs quietly read passages aloud to Scar.
“You need me to do anything about the bed?” Cleo asks, hushed enough that the boys won’t hear her. Scott bites his lip for a moment, and Cleo gets what he means without any further discussion. “I’ll have a maid bring up spare sheets for you, then.”
“You’re a godsend, thank you,” Scott says, pressing his forehead against hers for a moment.
“The list of thing I won’t do for you is very short, Smajor. That’s decidedly on there.”
Scott walks past her to join Scar and Bdubs at the table.
“So, what did you two think of the wedding?” he asks, giving them a short reprieve from their history homework.
“It was nice, I liked the fireworks we had at the plaza,” Scar says somewhat absentmindedly. When Scott peeks at his paper, he can see the boy has taken exactly zero notes, and is instead drawing a flower arrangement.
Bdubs just looks nervous for a moment before nodding along to what his brother had said. Scott’s eyes flit between the two for a moment before he leans further forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
“Now, what did you really think?” he looks Bdubs dead in the eyes and watched the boy crumble.
“Okay, so here’s why I think the banners were done poorly…”