Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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After Steven and Llewellyn's usual trip over to the mainland they came home for an easy Saturday afternoon. Llewellyn went to the library to practice his piano. Steven, for his part, set up dinner in the slow cooker.

Once that was done and the house began to be filled with delicious smells, Steven set himself up in the living room. He curled up on the couch with a book, happily losing track of the time. Raphael kept him company by sitting on the back of the couch and watching the fish swimming in their tank.

On the whole, Steven had no complaints. Other than the lack of his beau, of course, but that could be fixed later when Llewellyn was free.

[for the beau when he is free]

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"I see them because they are in you," Steven said. He caressed Llewellyn's cheek with the back of his hand. "I may have many fantasies, but you being wonderful is very real."

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Watts reached up to thread his fingers together with Steven's, squeezing gently. "You see me, Steven Grant."

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Of course Steven naturally had to lean in to look at Llewellyn as closely as their position allowed. "I see someone wonderful."

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"Many don't. That is why it means so much to me that you do."

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"Just means you're all mine, and I'm more than amenable to that," Steven said. "Well, romantically. As a partner. Not friends and all. The more friends the better, always."

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"More than happy being all yours, romantically," Watts agreed.

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Steven kissed him, then grinned. "Mine. All mine. Romantically. And as my dearest friend. That's true too."

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"As you are mine, Steven Grant. Now and always."

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"I like that very much as well," Steven said. He kissed him again. "Being yours. Entirely. Now and always."

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"Mmm, always good to be- on the same page, in those matters," Watts said with a smile.

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"On the same couch, even," Steven said, looking proud of himself.

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"Incorrigible," Watts declared, shaking his head.

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"Couch is much more comfortable than a page," Steven said, still looking proud. "Besides, I don't think either of us could fit on my book."

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"Not that one, no," Watts agreed, with a glance towards the book Steven had been reading earlier.

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"Be uncomfortable for even just one of us," Steven said. "No. Much better where we are. Stay here, please."

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"All right," Watts agreed. "Although-" he suddenly looked concerned.

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Steven now did as well. "What?"

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"You're not- you've not given up on composing your stories, have you?" Watts asked.

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"What? No," Steven said. "What made you think that?"

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"You said it'd be uncomfortable for the two of us in your book," Watts pointed out.

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"What - oh!" Steven laughed and hugged Llewellyn once he got it. No further words at the moment, he was still giggling.

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"I really was concerned for a moment there, you know," Watts said, visibly relaxing.

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"Where you?" Steven immediately became serious. "I'm sorry, I thought you were making a joke."

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"I had been, but then you repeated yourself, and the thought crossed my mind that- well. No matter. I was wrong, and happy enough now to have been so."

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Steven immediately hugged him. "I'm sorry, love. I never want to laugh when you're being serious."