Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday morning

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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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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.”

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

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“Really content in this moment,” Watts affirmed.

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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."

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

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"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.

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“You wonderful, perfect man,” Watts declared.

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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.

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

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

He had on comfy jammies and everything.

"Did you sleep all right?"

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

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Steven frowned. "Only the most part?"

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

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Steven hugged him closer. "I'm sorry, love. Is there anything I can do?"

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“You’re here,” Watts said. “That’s all I need.”

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"If you're sure," Steven said. He gently rubbed Llewellyn's shoulder. "How's your arm?"

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“All right?” Watts said.


“A little sore,” he admitted after a few moments.

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Steven tried to gently rub Llewellyn's arm without getting too close to the scar tissue. "How's that?"

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“Feels nice,” Watts said with a smile.

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"Can keep that going then," Steven said, doing just that. "If it helps. Can't have my beau in pain."

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“So long as it’s not a bother,” Watts said.

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"Can't say I've ever found excuses to touch you to be a bother, no," Steven said with a gentle smile.