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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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."

[hasaknightjob]

"I love you too," Steven said. "You're better than anything I could have imagined."

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“I am very real, and very much yours,” Watts said, turning slightly to press a light kiss along Steven’s jaw.

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Steven hadn't been angling for that reassurance, but once Llewellyn said it it eased and comforted something inside of Steven that he hadn't even realized needed it. "My Llewellyn. All mine. For as long as I'd like you. Which is not something I'd care to stop, actually."

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He might not have been seeking it, but Watts figured that given they were standing in the middle of a place he’d created it was worth mentioning.

“You wouldn’t?” Watts said. “Truly?”

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Steven pulled back just enough that he could try to look Llewellyn in the eyes. "Truly. I love you. You make me happy. Selfishly, I'd like to keep you."

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Something loosened in Watts’s chest, then, as another metaphorical brick in that ‘everyone leaves’ wall he had built over the years crumbled away.

“Selfishly, I should very much like to be kept by you,” Watts admitted.

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Steven moved one hand back to the front of Llewellyn's chest to pluck at Llewellyn's shirt. "Mine."

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“Yours,” Watts agreed readily.

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"Much as I'm enjoying our bike ride," Steven said - and he had grown to enjoy it once he'd gotten the hang of it - "I think I'd care to continue this conversation back at your flat. If that's all right?"

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“I would be… amenable, to a change in venue,” Watts agreed with a smile.

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Steven stepped back, but dropped his hand down to take one of Llewellyn's hands if he was able. "Possibly with some of those promised nibbles?"

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“Not possibly,” Watts corrected, curling his fingers with Steven’s. “Definitely.”

And with that, he closed down the program, leading Steven out of the holosuite and back up to his apartment.