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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Steven kissed him on the cheek. "Me too. We could figure out what we're having first? Make our time more efficient when we do get up?"

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“Clever,” Watts said approvingly. “Is there anything you are in a particular mood for?”

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"Something warm?" Steven suggested. "And not too complicated."

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“Sweet or savoury?” Watts asked. He was leaning towards French toast, personally, but could be easily swayed.

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Steven thought about it, then smiled. "Sweet. Like you."

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“Flirt,” Watts said fondly, the compliment earning Steven another kiss. “French toast?” he suggested. “With honey?”

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"Oo, yes please," Steven said. "Are you making it? I'm even more for it if you are."

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“I would make you any sort of breakfast you desired,” Watts said. “Even, yes, cold cereal, as unappealing as I find it personally.”

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"Not on a cold morning, no," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn's cheek. "But that means a great deal that you would. What are you in the mood for?"

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“French toast with honey,” Watts said. “So that works out nicely, don’t you think?”

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"Very nicely," Steven said. "I could make tea and peel some oranges to go with it?"

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“That sounds lovely,” Watts declared. Not that he was getting up to take care of any of that just yet.

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"Eat in the living room? In front of the fire?" Steven suggested.

Perhaps they should get a fireplace in the dining room at this rate.

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Perhaps they should!

“Sounds properly cozy,” Watts agreed.

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"I vote we stay in comfortable clothes as well," Steven said. "Oh! And a blanket. You and me under a blanket."

And Raphael in whatever relationship to the blanket he wanted, assuming he didn't take over their bed once they finally left it.

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“I’ve no plans to leave the house today,” Watts said. “So I am all right with that.”

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Steven gave Llewellyn a little nudge. "You could even wear some of my clothes if you liked."

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“I- might like that, yes,” Watts said, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks.

Sure, by now he had some ‘cozy’ clothing of his own, including a set of sweats that had once been Steven’s but lived in his drawers. But there was something extra-cozy about wearing something of Steven’s.

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Steven kissed Llewellyn's cheek. "Help yourself. Don't mind seeing you in my clothing at all."

Both because it was cozy and because Steven was just a touch smaller in size than Llewellyn.

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“Shall we brave the world outside the covers, then?” Watts asked.

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"I suppose we must," Steven said with a sigh. "One more kiss for good luck?"

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“Best make it a good one,” Watts agreed, pulling Steven in close.

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Steven was happy to take that advice to heart, tangling a hand in Llewellyn's hair again so he could hold him close for a long and proper kiss.

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“I’d say- that certainly qualifies,” Watts managed eventually.

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"Can hardly send you out into the cold not properly kissed," Steven said.

It wasn't actually cold, just cooler compared to being under blankets. But that was more than enough.