hasaknightjob | Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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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Steven kissed Llewellyn on the top of his head. "My muse."

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"I've never been anyone's muse before," Watts said, a little awed that Steven would declare him so.

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"You are," Steven said. "You encourage me to write. And what I enjoy writing about - or even thinking of writing about - is you. Me. Or versions of us. Our home. Our family."

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"Well, I am honoured," Watts told him. "I love your stories."

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"I like sharing them with you," Steven said. He rubbed his hand over Llewellyn's chest. "Even if you're the only one to know them, it's nice that you enjoy them."

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"I admit I am of two minds regarding that," Watts said. "I think- it would be nice someday if you were able to share your writing with others. But I also- selfishly, I enjoy having something that is just for you and I."

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"Maybe someday," Steven said. He thought about it. "It's a bit like your playing, I think? Practice, then you feel comfortable showing it to me, then maybe some point in the future there might be showing it to other people. But in the meanwhile we're there for each other, when we're each ready to share."

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"An apt comparison," Watts said, smiling up at Steven.

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Steven took advantage of that smile to sneak a quick kiss. "I like that. Both of us having our creative pursuits that we share with one another."

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"Another way in which we fit nicely together," Watts agreed.

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"Much like this way," Steven said, indicating their position. "Are you comfortable?"

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"I am," Watts confirmed.

He'd given a brief thought to sliding all the way down so that his head was in Steven's lap, but ultimately had decided against that.

"Although," he added. "I could be convinced to move again, for the right reasons. Eventually."

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Steven wouldn't have minded it if Llewellyn had.

"Oh? What sort of reasons?"

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Perhaps another time! Watts mostly hadn't wanted to risk drifting off to sleep.

"You mentioned dessert?" Well, specifically, he'd mentioned no real plans for dessert beyond some of the biscuits Watts had made, but he had an idea.

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"Ah, yes," Steven said. "No real plans? Mainly thought whatever is about if you wanted something."

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"We've ice cream, don't we?" Watts said thoughtfully. "And- you mentioned biscuits."

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"Yours, yes," Steven said. "Why?"

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"I've seen- a particular confection in the shops, ice cream sandwiched between two cookies?" Watts said. "We could- try that?"

Shocking, that Watts would be drawn to a way to eat ice cream that could be taken on the go.