Hi thank you for the love on this story! I feel like I don't say that enough, so here it is. Thank you! ILY! Keep being amazing :) 

Trigger warning: Brief mention of abuse, sexual assault (vvv brief) 

The pillow was warm beneath his head. Remington squinted his eyes open, let them adjust to the sunlight coming through the windows. The curtains were wide apart, one of the windows cracked open to let the breeze in. 

"Hey there, husband," Andy said with a smile in his voice, and Remington realised his head was not on a pillow at all, but in Andy's black-jeaned lap. Above him, the man was drawing on his tablet, no doubt working on new designs. "Sleep okay?" 

Remington sat up, yawned, rubbed his eyes, nodded. 

"Larisa and Sebastian have gone to get us all breakfast from the bakery, and I believe Shy has been lecturing Emerson all morning." 

"I always did like Shy," Remington said. He moved to peer at the screen in Andy's hand, their shoulders and thighs pressed together. "Oh, I like." 

"I'm glad." 

"Very fairy-y." 

"Well, I am calling the line 'Fairy', so that's the idea." 

Remington let his head fall onto Andy's shoulder, watched the pen in his hand glide over the screen, adding dashes of lilac to the skirt. "Thanks," he said after a few quiet minutes.

Andy gave a questioning hum. 

"Last night. This morning? I think it was morning? Anyway, thanks." 

"Oh, don't even. You've done way more for me than what I did for you last night. Anyway, you're only having those bad dreams because of me." 

"Shut up and take it," Remington mumbled. He was still sleepy, could have drifted off if he allowed himself, Andy's warm presence lulling him into a easy slumber. 

Andy put the tablet in his lap and rested the pen on top, leaned his head against Remington's. "I still hate Harry Potter, though." 

"I'd like a divorce, please." Taking Andy's hand, he brought it to his face, kissed it, then licked it, and Andy pulled away with a groan. 

"Gross," he complained, but returned the gesture. "I think that's Larisa and Sebastian back with breakfast. We should get up." 

"Oh, but I thought breakfast was here already." 

"You're disgusting." 

Remington hummed and lifted his head, slid off the bed. "Do you have any hoodies?" He asked. 

"Do I look like a man who wears hoodies?" Andy stood with his tablet and plugged it in on his desk, then added, "Top shelf in the wardrobe. Go crazy." 

Downstairs, Larisa and Sebastian were emptying bags of freshly baked croissants and various other pastries, all of which they had bought with money that Andy insisted they took earlier that morning, when he went down to make himself coffee and found them doing the same. Now, he got plates and cutlery and butter and jams, arranged it all on the table, and asked what they thought of the town. 

"It's gorgeous," Larisa answered, organising cinnamon swirls on a large plate in the middle of the table. "It's a good thing I forgot my phone when we left or I'd have been taking photos for hours." 

"Not photos," Sebastian said. "Instagram stories. Fucking tons of them." 

"Oh, what's your account? I'll follow you." Taking his phone from his pocket, he opened the app and gave it to Larisa to find her account, saying as she did, "You guys are really trying to fatten us up." 

"They all looked so good, we couldn't decide." Larisa gave his phone back. 

Andy pressed 'follow', then spent a few moments scrolling. "Hairdresser, huh," he said, more to himself that anyone. "You know anything about dying black hair red?" 

"I'll do it for you," she offered, placing the final cinnamon swirl on the plate. "You'd rock it." 

"She's in love with you," Sebastian said with a smile. "All evening; 'Andy's so perfect, isn't he so perfect?'" 

"Oh, yum," came Remington's voice. "This looks heavenly." 

"Larisa's in love with your husband." 

"He has that effect." Remington pulled out a chair and sat down. "Sorry for waking you last night." 

Sitting beside him, Sebastian poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot Andy put on the table. "Don't be stupid, Rem, it wasn't your fault. Are you okay now?" 

"Yep." 

Once they were all seated, they picked pastries from the middle of the table and ate while they talked. Sebastian explained that they had three house viewings later that day. As he was describing their preferences - enough rooms for a home office, a back garden - Emerson and Shy emerged.

The woman greeted them and commented on how nice the food looked, but Emerson said nothing. He sat on the other side of Remington, next to his girlfriend, and didn't involve himself in any of their conversations, though kept glancing at Andy, frequently enough that Andy begun to feel observed, which he felt a lot anyway - his fame, of course - but this seemed different.

He couldn't work out whether Emerson was trying to look beyond the stereotypes of what a man in his position was supposed to be - an abusive rapist - or whether he was plotting some horrible way to hurt him.