((REMEMBER THAT INEXPLICABLE OTTER THAT RAN IN FRONT OF THE CAR IN FLEEING THE PAST? SCOTTER STRIKES AGAIN!

As a stress relief I hiked/climbed up to that couch on the cliff! I knew rock climbing would come in handy! Unfortunately, I didn't get a photo, but I hope to go back tomorrow in which case I'll upload a photo. It was actually the softest couch with the best view over the river and right out to the city with the parklands below. Very beautiful.

Also I drew something last night. Look at Snow Demons and scroll all the way down :3 ))

"Aww! Would you just look at them?"

"Oh, my baby, so cute... Andrew! Come see your son!"

There was the sound of footsteps, "What?"

Scott groaned sleepily, and the three voices at the door went silent. Well. All he'd wanted was a sleep in, and now he was awake. He wanted to go back to whatever he had been dreaming about.

He felt Vincent slowly stroking his side and he hummed contentedly, opening his sleepy eyes and tilting his head up to look at him.

Vincent smiled back down at him, "Morning."

"G'mornin'..." Scott mumbled,

"How'd you sleep?" Vincent asked, leaning down to kiss his lips gently.

"Great, thanks to you..." Scott kissed his lips back once, twice, three times. Slowly, he pulled himself into a sitting position, wiping his bleary eyes with his sleeve. He looked over to the door and saw Linda, Robin and Andrew standing there. He jumped slightly, feeling embarrassed that his family had seen that display of affection, "I thought I dreamed your voices..."

"Nope," Linda chirped happily, "I just came in to get you two up for shopping, and saw you all cuddled up."

"A-aha... and how long have you been watching us sleep?" Scott frowned slightly.

"They haven't been there for that long," Vincent sat up as well, "I've been awake for a few hours."

"A few hours?" Linda asked, "Why didn't you get up!?"

Vincent glanced over at Scott, "Because life is short, and he looks so beautiful sleeping... I had to let myself enjoy the moment."

Scott looked at Vincent, "Are-Are you serious?" His heart fluttered like a bird trapped in his ribcage, "That's so sweet!"

Vincent shrugged slightly, "You know you have a birthmark on your forehead? It's super cute."

"Alright. I'm gonna go put my make up on, and when I get back, you fellas better be ready to go." Linda narrowed her eyes, pointing a finger at the two men, and then turned around and walked out.

"I'll cook pancakes!" Robin grinned, and walked off into the kitchen.

Drew smiled at his son, "It feels good to see you happy." Then he, also, walked out.

"I'm going to have a shower," Scott said, "Get rid of this beard I'm growing..."

"Mm," Vincent reached out and let his fingers run over Scott's chin, "I still kind of like it."

"Maybe so, but I'm going to be trying on dresses, right? The whole 'rugged' look might not suit me so much then," Scott grinned.

"Fair enough," Vincent agreed grudgingly, "I'll get changed and go get some of those pancakes."

"Alright," Scott laughed, "Anything you need from the bathroom before I go in there?"

"Nope, go for it," Vincent said.

"Cool, cool," Scott climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He took off his clothes and looked himself in the mirror. He sighed. Sometimes he wondered if he judged himself too harshly based on his appearance, but he couldn't help it. There was a razor in the cupboard above the sink and he grabbed it.

Turning away from the mirror, he started up the shower and stepped inside. After washing his hair, body and shaving his face, he turned the shower off again and grabbed his towe-

No towel.

He had. No towel.

Scott felt his blood run cold. He looked around the bathroom, but there was no sign of anything close to a towel anywhere.

He looked at the bathroom door. Was it worth quickly darting out to see if there was a towel in the bedroom? Or would he have to swallow his pride and ask?

He walked forwards and pressed his ear to the door. The room seemed empty enough... but then he heard somebody walk in, and sheets rustling. Scott sighed in relief. His Mom was making the bed. "Hello?"

"Hello?"

Scott froze. That was not his Mom. That voice was male, and deep, and smooth. Vincent.

"H-Hey. Vincent. I... I kind of... I don't have a towel. Can... you go grab me one? The cupboard with towels and bedsheets and things is in the dining room. It's got a brown door." Scott bit his lip.

"Oh, right. No problem, Scotter..." There was the sound of footsteps leaving the room.

"Scotter," Scott mumbled, "Great. Now he's started." He looked around the room boredly as he waited for Vincent's return.

Suddenly a thought struck him. Knowing Vincent, he was just as likely to throw the door open, and Scott was currently standing in the middle of the room, dripping wet and stark naked. He looked around the room desperately, trying to find something - anything - that would protect his modesty.

Too late. The door opened and Scott jumped. I forgot to lock it?! He stared wide-eyed at Vincent who stared wide-eyed back.

"Oh... I didn't think you'd be standing in the middle of the room like this..." Vincent said, "Sorry."

"It's fine, Vincent, just give me the towel," Scott looked him firmly in the eyes. Don't do it, bro. Don't do it-

Vincent did it. His gaze flickered downwards.

Scott felt his face heat up, "D-Damnit, Vincent, give me the towel!"

Vincent's eyes met Scott's once again before they narrowed slightly, "Allow me~"

Before Scott could protest, Vincent had stepped forward, unfolding the towel and wrapping it loosely around his hips.

Scott felt his breath hitch as Vincent's hands ran over his body, "F-Frick..."

Vincent chuckled slightly and leaned in to whisper, "You like that, Scott?~" He purred his name in a way that made Scott feel like he was melting into a puddle, "Do you like the way it feels when I touch you?~ I could make it feel a whole lot better...~"

Scott didn't reply, sure that if he opened his mouth, nothing would escape but for a strangled whimper, but the way he was blushing said it all. This tension is killing me...

"Scott! I brought you panca-" Linda appeared in the doorway and was cut off abruptly, her lined brown eyes wide in shock.

Scott screeched, jumping and slipping on the wet tiles so he fell hard on his tailbone, "Ow!"

Vincent didn't as much as flinch, he sighed in frustration and turned around, "Well. I'm afraid you caught us in an intimate moment..."

"You think? And at your parents' house too, Scott..." She shook her head, "And here I was thinking you don't have a sex drive." She looked up at Vincent and she narrowed her eyes just slightly in a thoughtful way. Pursing her lips, she turned around and walked out again.

"What was that all about?" Vincent asked.

Scott sighed, standing up and re-adjusting his towel in a weak attempt to hold onto any shred of dignity he had left, "Don't worry about it. She's a psychologist. Probably figuring out how 'sane' you are. She does it with everyone."

Vincent's eyes widened, he looked at Scott, "She's a psychologist?!"

"Yeah," Scott laughed, "That's the reaction most people have. She looks young and stupid, but I've never met anyone like her. She only graduated last year and she's already going for a second degree. She was top of her classes all the way through. I've seen her look at people's hand gestures and work out what their neuro divergence is."

Vincent looked slightly troubled by something. A faint frown was etched upon his features.

Does Vincent have a mental condition? Scott wondered, suddenly concerned for his partner, "B-But hey, don't worry about it. If she identifies something, she never tells them - or their partners - about it." He smiled reassuringly, "I mean, unless you were a psychopath or something."

Vincent looked at him for a moment, then glanced past him to the wall.

Scott felt the smile drip off of his face, "I... you're... you're not a psychopath, right, Vincent?"

Vincent tapped his fingers against his leg, then refocused his attention to Scott's face, "What? Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else. 'Course I'm not a psycho, dimwit." He grinned, tousling Scott's hair, "Though, I am crazy. Crazy for you~"

Scott snorted, "You and your flirting."

"You wouldn't want it any other way," Vincent grinned, "Now lets go get ready before Linda leaves us here!"