Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

[hasaknightjob]

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]

Steven grinned up at him. "It's not sweet. More savory, actually. Sweet'll be dessert."

[pocketpretzels]

"I am also allowed to find you utterly incorrigible," Watts sighed, though his lips were twitching with a barely suppressed smileZ.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven snickered, proud of himself. Though he had to admit, "I didn't have any dessert planned, actually. Figure we could nibble on some of your biscuits if we were in the mood."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts had an idea regarding that, now that Steven mentioned it. But he figured he'd mention it if, as Steven said, they ended up in the mood.

"You put dinner together," Watts said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "That was plenty."

[hasaknightjob]

"Hopefully you like it," Steven said. "At this rate it might be done by the time we've the salad together anyway."

Darn that kissing distracting them. So horrible.

[pocketpretzels]

"You made it," Watts said. "Thus, I am sure that I will enjoy it."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven went to take the salad out of the refrigerator. "It was made with love, I can guarantee you that much."

[pocketpretzels]

"And care," Watts pointed out. "You'd not make a meal with ingredients I disliked."

[hasaknightjob]

"Never," Steven said. He smiled at Llewellyn. "Do the opposite, if I could."

Case in point how the salad had an abundance of Llewellyn's favorite vegetables.

[pocketpretzels]

Which Watts saw as he looked over at said salad.

"And we're back to sweet," he pointed out, as he picked out a raspberry vinaigrette for the dressing. And then pulled Steven in for another proper kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven grinned when he saw what Llewellyn picked. "Raspberries are sweet, so you're not wrong there."

But then he was distracted by the kiss. Happily so.

[pocketpretzels]

That had been part of why he'd picked it, yes.

"Not as sweet as you."

[hasaknightjob]

"Thank you," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn another kiss. "You deserve sweet though. So I'm happy to provide it."

[pocketpretzels]

"You're very good at it," Watts told him, taking a moment following that kiss to just hold on to Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

It worked out nicely because Steven was fine being held. "It's easy when it's you. I'm happy when you're happy, and I like knowing I can make you happy. Simple as that."

[pocketpretzels]

"That is how it works for me as well," Watts informed him. "Your happiness is paramount to me."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek. "You're wonderful about it. Never been happier than when I'm with you."

[pocketpretzels]

"Good," Watts said firmly. "I'm glad. And you would tell me- were there something I could be doing better."

[hasaknightjob]

"Of course," Steven said. "There's nothing at the moment, I can tell you that. Doing wonderfully far as I'm concerned."

[pocketpretzels]

"Good." One final (for now) quick kiss and then: "Let's see about that salad?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Right," Steven said. He looked at the slow cooker. "That might be done soon enough as well. Do you mind taking care of the salad and I'll cut us some bread?"

[pocketpretzels]

Amazing how time passed like that!

Watts nodded, moving to take care of dressing the salad. Once that was done, he headed to the wine rack, a thoughtful look on his face. He reached for one bottle, and then drew his hand back, shaking his head before making another selection.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven set about cutting up one of Llewellyn's more crusty loaves, figuring that it would be good for soaking up the liquid in the stew. He paused when Llewellyn selected the wine, though, watching Llewellyn with obvious affection.

[pocketpretzels]

"Based on the aroma," Watts offered, holding the bottle up so Steven can see. "I'm making a guess."

[hasaknightjob]

"I love how much thought you put into it," Steven said. "Even for a regular dinner. You don't simply pick something at random."