MHA Holosuite, Saturday Afternoon

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It had taken no small amount of work, but eventually Watts had been able to program a scenario in the holosuite to his satisfaction. So following their return from the mainland, they'd gone back upstairs to change into clothing more appropriate for cycling- which yes, meant Watts was wearing a t-shirt definitely a t-shirt no matter what the photo is along with the bottom half of his running costume.

The setting resembled a park, with a well-paved pathway winding through landscaped trees and bushes, and two single-gear bicycles leaning against a nearby tree.

"Well," Watts said. "Are you ready to begin?"

[ooc: for the beau!]

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It was meant to feel pleasant, in any case.

“Mmnnne.”

Oh look, an attempt at a word. Of course, with lips and tongue occupied as they were it mostly just sounded like a muffled moan.

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Muffled though it was, it did inspire Steven to start - start, not necessarily succeed - pulling back enough to attempt words of his own.

Like, "Mmmfl."

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“Hmm?” Watts was awfully curious as to what Steven might have been trying to say. Not curious enough to pull back far enough to actually form a comprehensible word, though.

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Steven paused kissing just enough to reply to that question with the answer, which was, "Wonderful."

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Well, if that’s what they were doing…

“Mine,” Watts said emphatically.

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That got another shiver out of Steven. He wrapped his arms around Llewellyn's waist. "Yours. No one else's."

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“Mmm,” Watts hummed happily. “Good.”

Not that it had been in question, but it was the sort of thing that was just nice to reaffirm sometimes.

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Which was why Steven had gone for affirmation rather than pointing out Llewellyn was his, even though that was also true.

"Don't mind you being a little possessive."

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“I never really thought of myself as the type,” Watts admitted. “And of course I don’t mean it in- a broad sense.”

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"I know," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn on the cheek to reassure him without getting too distracted. "It's like when I say you're mine. You're not my property, but I like knowing no one else can say you're their beau."

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“You deserve so much love and care,” Watts said. “And I am glad for every ounce that your friends have for you. But romantically speaking, I like that there is only me for you.”

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Llewellyn's words made Steven feel warm and safe in places he didn't even know needed those feelings be. "Only you for me. Only me for you. I promise. No one else. I love you dearly."

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“I love you enough to create any number of worlds just for you,” Watts said. Sure, they were worlds that existed just within the confines of this room, but that was not the point.

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"To keep me safe and happy," Steven said.

Look, he had a history with this sort of thing and it meant a great deal that Llewellyn would not only do it but make him aware it was happening. There was definitely going to be a lot more than kissing or nibbling once they got back to Llewellyn's flat.

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“To keep you safe and happy,” Watts agreed. Not only that, but the point of these created scenarios was that hopefully, eventually, Steven would feel confident enough to do whatever it was they were practicing here back out in the real world. But unless and until that happened, then Watts was going to make sure there was someplace safe for Steven to try these new things.

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"I thought this was something anyone could have," Steven explained, indicating everything around them. "Like playing a movie. I didn't know you made it special for only you and me."

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"Well," Watts said. "There are pre-made scenarios that anyone can make use of. And in the interests of full disclosure, someone could likely build their own scenario that is similar enough that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. However, this one is ours alone."

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"Still counts," Steven said. Based on what little he knew of the scenario Marc used he'd suspected as much. "It's the part where it's ours that matters."

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"That sounds nice, don't you think?" Watts mused. "Ours."

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Steven turned his hold on Llewellyn into more of a cuddle. "Our Raphael. Our lunches. Our Saturday routine."

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Watts let his head drop down on to Steven's shoulder. "You've just listed some of my very favourite things, Steven Grant."

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Steven gave him a firmer hug. "Mine too. Just as you're one of my favorite things, Llewellyn Watts."

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"I've never been anyone's favourite before," Watts admitted. "It's nice."

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Steven tilted his head so he could try to whisper in Llewellyn's ear. "You are my absolute favorite, Llewellyn Watts."

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"I love you," was of course the appropriate response to that. "So very much."