The hard-won intimacy of the night before didn’t fade with the coming dawn. I worried that it might. It had on our wedding night, until we’d touched and gotten acclimated to each other again.
But here, in this place, with barely enough room for the two - no three, of us, the intimacy stayed. We were one again, if not quite yet whole. We’d shared the same bed many nights since Wentworth, but not sharing a life. Two ships passing in the night.
That was gone now. He was once again blood of my blood and bone of my bone. His fingers gently caressed my back in the same way he soothed the horses at Castle Leoch. I could feel his warm, soft lips on my forehead. I wondered if he was thinking the same things I was. Wondered if he finally felt more of himself back together now that we’d found each other again.
“I love you,” I whispered into the still morning.
I felt the smile in his lips.
“And I love you, my Sassanach.”