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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[hasaknightjob]

"Right, right. Sorry," Steven said. He looked sheepish. "Slips, sometimes. Thank you for reminding me. And being patient with me."

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"Of course," Watts said. "That is what we do for each other."

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"But you see?" Steven said. "Shows how much it did work out. Who could be as understanding as you are? About all of it?"

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"You might have found someone here who did," Watts pointed out. He then shook his head slightly. "Why am I arguing for other people falling in love with you? I was downright miserable contemplating the very thought of a competition for your affections back when we first began seeing each other."

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"Even if there was it doesn't matter," Steven said. "You're not some sort of consolation prize for me. You're a wonderful man. Thoughtful. Smart. Charming. Romantic. Funny. Handsome. You caught my eye even before I let myself realize you had."

[pocketpretzels]

"Glad I did," Watts said smugly. "Catch your eye. And I'm glad you see those things in me." Particularly since he so often struggled to see them in himself.

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

"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.

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

"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?"