A/N: I can't believe it's been over a year and a half since I last wrote on this site! This is just a little drabble I started writing on my phone the other night at work, and it's definitely not my best but I decided I couldn't keep you all waiting any longer ^^
Disclaimer: If I was fortunate enough to own Taggart I would not work seventy hours per week.
Stuart smiles as they watch the late night news together, and as he snuggles closer into his side he can not help but to wonder why he has stayed this long.
Part of it is because he so easily wowed the younger man with big words and a typically Glaswegian attitude that automatically commands a certain level of respect, because is both fascinatingly intelligent and terribly dense, and because despite his hardened exterior he gets so emotional and attached to each and every case. It is because he easily demanded their first date in front of a crowded squad room without a single semblance of shame or doubt, and because he will frequently leave the blonde flowers and little barely legible love notes whilst acting coy as though it is nothing at all.
He is, without a question of doubt, the best and the worst thing he has ever encountered. He is the long, bitter winter night as well as the brilliant roaring fire; he is the remarkable one night stand sex and those days of regret that ensue; he is the arduous, disheartening case but he is also that very first kiss.
In his mind he is the most beautiful and wholly arresting person he has ever had the privilege to know as well as being the most unpleasant and aggressive, yet none of that seems to matter at all when they are lying together in their bed, limbs entangled as he softly murmurs in his ear and Stuart lightly traces his spine with his fingertips.
Some times, Stuart forgets where he ends and Robbie begins, but it is never the other way around.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it, and that it fed your addiction, Helen ^^