Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday morning

[hasaknightjob]

Saturday had been going over to the mainland and then getting back in time for Stark's birthday party. Monday was Steven's second day of writing class and perhaps going to see Nell that night.

Sunday... Sunday was nothing. Which was wonderful.

Well, almost nothing. There was a cat who needed his breakfast. Which was why Steven did briefly slip out of the warmth of the covers to make sure Raphael was taken care of, then as quickly as possible slipped back under the covers to snuggle up to Llewellyn and attempt to get some more sleep.

If Steven accidentally left the bedroom door open when he did so, well that just meant there was soon a warm, purring lump curled up on top of the covers with them.

It was a chilly morning outside. Warm blankets were the order of the day for everyone, clearly.

[for the other warm lump in the room]

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[pocketpretzels]

The warm lump under the covers was going to make a dissatisfied noise when Steven left, and then glom back on to him once he returned, resting his head on Steven's chest.

[hasaknightjob]

That was all right. Llewellyn was as excellent a blanket as he was a pillow. Steven wrapped his arm around Llewellyn to help draw him closer and get comfortable.

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmmm." In contrast to minutes before, the noise now was one of definite satisfaction as he snuggled in closer.

[hasaknightjob]

Good thing they had the ability to feed Raphael without Steven needing to go all the way downstairs? Would've been a longer time away in that case.

(Which was why they had the ability to feed Raphael without needing to go downstairs.)

Steven pressed a light kiss to the top of Llewellyn's head. He used his free hand to make sure they were properly covered by the blanket with no cold spots trying to sneak in.

[pocketpretzels]

Cold spots were the worst and should be illegal, really. "Mrn."

Might've been a word. Might've just been another contented noise.

[hasaknightjob]

Awful, really. Much like early mornings.

"Hm," Steven said. Definitely not a word. Just a noise indicating he was there. Much like the light massage of his hand on Llewellyn's back also did.

[pocketpretzels]

Someone ought to do something about both of those, stat.

Right now, though Watts was finding himself being lulled back to sleep by that gentle touch.

[hasaknightjob]

That was all right. Steven had already gotten up and now that he was safely back under the blankets and with his beau he was perfectly contented to go back to sleep. Especially since there was a cat on top of them which was setting the mood.

[pocketpretzels]

There would be no going anywhere anytime soon, thanks. Sure, eventually they too would need breakfast but until then? Sleep and snuggles.

[hasaknightjob]

Sleep and snuggles were wonderful. If you couldn't have sleep and snuggles on a quiet Sunday, when could you?

Steven dozed peacefully. What dreams he had were snippets of happy thoughts of being with someone who cared for him.

[pocketpretzels]

Good question, narrative! ... The answer was, of course, any morning where the two of them were in bed together and neither had an obligation forcing them out of bed.

Of course, eventually, on this particular quiet Sunday, wakefulness came 'round again. "Mrn," mumbled Watts once more.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hm," Steven replied. Very much not awake yet. He was dreaming of being with his beau, you see, which made telling the difference between being awake and not a bit difficult.

[pocketpretzels]

Why dream it when you could experience it for real?

Watts shifted just enough so that he could press a light kiss to Steven’s chest. “‘Lo, you.”

[hasaknightjob]

That coaxed a smile out of Steven. Also it got him to open his eyes a little bit. "Hello, you. You're real."

[pocketpretzels]

“Really content in this moment,” Watts affirmed.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven wasn't fully awake yet so it took him a moment before he realized what Llewellyn had said. He giggled, feeling fondness for his beau seep through him. "I love you."

[pocketpretzels]

“Love you too,” Watts replied. “So very much.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Raphael's been fed, so we don't need to rush to get up," Steven said. Which was an entirely different way of saying he loved Llewellyn.

[pocketpretzels]

“You wonderful, perfect man,” Watts declared.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled proudly. "It's a chilly day out. Perfect for staying under blankets as long as possible. This way we can. Even Raphael agrees."

Raphael being on top of the blankets, granted, but still.

[pocketpretzels]

“Then I suppose it’s unanimous, isn’t it?”

[hasaknightjob]

"Excellent," Steven said. "Because I don't particularly feel like going anywhere."

He had on comfy jammies and everything.

"Did you sleep all right?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Hmm,” Watts made a non-committal noise. “For the most part?”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven frowned. "Only the most part?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Unpleasant dreams,” Watts admitted. “But I would wake and you were here, so everything was all right.”