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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“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.

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“Your hands might get tired,” Watts pointed out.

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"Only using the one hand at the moment," Steven pointed out. "I can switch."

That would require the two of them changing position, however.

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“I just-“ Watts started, and then stopped. Steven wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t want to.

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"I did this on my own you know," Steven said. He couldn't read minds, he just had a fairly good suspicion of what was bothering Llewellyn other than his arm. "I asked you, you might remember."

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“I do remember,” Watts acknowledged, sounding slightly sheepish.

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"You're not too much, Llew, I promise," Steven said. "I love you. That's how it works."

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Watts nodded against Steven’s chest, loathe to move at all.