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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"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.

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That was all right. Steven enjoyed having a Llewellyn in his arms. "I'm sorry you had poor dreams. Shame I couldn't have shared some of mine with you."

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“Oh?” Watts asked. “Pleasant, were they?”

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"I don't remember much by way of details," Steven admitted. "But I think they were about you. So yes, pleasant indeed."

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“I don’t know that I’d care to dream about me,” Watts admitted. “Dreaming of you, now, that sounds properly pleasant.”

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Steven chuckled. He gave Llewellyn a light nudge. "Dreaming about us. How's that?"

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“Ah, now you’re talking,” Watts said approvingly.

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"After all, I'm happier with you about than not," Steven said. "Nice as it is to think about you, I prefer thinking of me with you."

For whatever definition of 'with' one might like.

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"Hmmm, sometimes I enjoy thinking about things I can do for you," Watts admitted. "And then following through and doing them."

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"Like feeding the cat?" Steven asked.

Not a euphemism, perhaps sadly.

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"Uh-huh," Watts agreed. "Or- having flowers brought to you while you work."

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Steven felt a warmth in his chest at the reminder. "Always makes me feel special, you doing that. It's romantic. I like you being romantic."