Llewellyn Watts

It was their anniversary- well, of a sort, the anniversary of their first meeting- and so Watts and Steven had decided to celebrate in style, with an outing to the symphony followed by dinner tonight, and a weekend trip away that they would leave for tomorrow.

The concert had been wonderful, and afterwards Watts had walked Steven to a little Korean vegan restaurant a few blocks away.

"I wish I could try a little of everything," Watts admitted, looking the menu over.

Passover was next week, and thus Watts and Steven were hard at work cleaning the house in preparation.

Okay, no, despite making lists of what needed to be done and a few cursory attempts they hadn't really knuckled down with the cleaning as of yet.

What was happening was Watts downstairs in the kitchen, having left behind a dozing Steven so he could prepare French toast to bring back upstairs for breakfast in bed. What? It was a perfectly reasonable way to get rid of bread!

Once everything was ready, he piled the slices on two plates along with a selection of fruit, honey, and maple syrup, along with some whipped topping. And of course, couldn't forget the beverages- he'd gone the extra mile, so to speak, and so there was both orange juice and tea.

Midnight helpfully swung the closed bedroom door open so that Watts didn't need to deal with how to manage that with a tray full of food in both hands, and Watts stepped inside and announced softly, in case Steven was still asleep: "Breakfast's ready."

Watts couldn't pinpoint when, exactly, Steven came to bed during the night- only that he woke up in the morning clinging to Steven like a human octopus.

After waking there had been the promised breakfast in bed- French toast with syrup and fruit, of course. What followed that was- well, it may have been Steven's birthday but he had something of a gift for Watts of the variety that would normally go behind a cut tag or in the comments because NSFW.

Next up had been the part that Watts was the most apprehensive about- he'd put together a little concert of sorts of a few piano pieces he felt he'd especially mastered. But Steven had enjoyed it, so it was a success.

Late afternoon rolled around and Watts excused himself to go prepare dinner- he'd done as much of the prep work as possible yesterday but despite it not being quite as elaborate as last year's, it still did require some work day of.

Eventually, though, dinner was laid out in the dining room: A soup and salad, along with the main course (which Watts had cooked indoors, with Midnight's help, thank you). There was a cake as well, that would be brought out later. For now, there was music playing softly in the background, and all Watts needed was the birthday boy himself.

A day spent indoors had been followed by one where Watts and Steven had visited the nearby town for lunch, as well as a bit of shopping (wine, of course, and a souvenir for Raphael, among other things), and then today?

Well, it had started with a lie-in, followed by French toast for a late (very late) breakfast, and then there had been a knock at the door with some flower deliveries - truly impressive, really, how the Student Council had known to deliver them here despite neither Steven nor Watts providing anyone explicit details regarding their destination.

There had been at least one other delivery as well, thankfully when Steven had been occupied in a manner that meant he hadn't seen who was at the door, which allowed Watts to stash said delivery in the sleeping area with one of his suit jackets to cover it.

And that wasn't even the last of it! Dinner had been dropped off from a not-quite-local restaurant, and having just poured their wine glasses, Watts pulled out Steven's chair with a flourish. "Here we are," he declared.

It had been an absolutely wonderful evening so far, in Watts's opinion, and was about to get even better as he and Steven returned to their hotel room (suite, really, which might have been a bit extravagant for a one-night stay but- well, there were reasons) following a night out with dinner and then a performance by the LA Philharmonic.

And, of course, the dessert of a chocolate cake that Watts had arranged to be delivered to their room while they were out. Though it's possible Steven might not notice right away, given how the moment the door closed behind them, Watts was pushing Steven back up against it to kiss him soundly.

Saturday's routine had started off like normal, heading off to the mainland to attend services. Once they were back on the island, however, Watts was off to the clinic for the first in what he'd found out would be a series of vaccinations over the next several weeks.

Hence his current state, sore and generally unwell-feeling, bundled up on the couch in the library.

Watts had promised to teach Steven how to make homemade crisps, and so following their usual services on the mainland he departed from his usual routine of baking something in favour of doing so.

"It's quite a straightforward process," he said to Steven, once they had everything ready to go, including salt and spices for possible seasonings. "With a sometimes maddening amount of waiting."

Luckily they had ways of occupying themselves during such times.

Some days just seemed tailor-made for being lazy, and this Sunday was absolutely one of them. Somewhat planned laziness, as Watts and Steven had gone to bed wearing pyjamas ideal for lounging about and had made plans to not change out of them. The morning had started off with a late breakfast of French toast and fruit, after which Watts had retreated to the library to practice piano. Steven had eventually joined him, Raphael trailing along after, and the three of them had curled up on the couch together to do some reading.

Well, okay, Raphael had settled in for a nap. Some time after, Watts had opted to join him, book falling to the floor and head sliding in to Steven's lap as he dozed off.

Eventually, though, wakefulness began to return and he stirred slightly. "Hrrm."

The heating pad had helped a great deal to soothe the ache in his arm, though at some point during the night Watts still found himself awake and restless. He scribbled a quick note for Steven and headed downstairs to make himself a cup of tea.

Fandom being Fandom, he never made it back upstairs, and thus come Saturday morning there was a tiny Llewellyn Watts fast asleep on the library couch, one arm slung over an equally fast asleep Raphael, who was laid out next to him.

There was popcorn, sodas, and still an absurd amount of chocolate to snack on. There was a cat curled up snoozing on the back of the sofa. There was even a picture cued up to play on the television.

Now all Watts needed was a beau to settle down on the couch with him.