MHA #15, Saturday Morning

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As far as birthday celebrations went, Watts- well, he didn't have anything to compare it against, actually, but all the same he thought it went rather well.

Yes there'd been a part of the evening where his fears had been laid out for all- or at least for Steven, as no one else had actually paid them any mind- to see. But the conversation had shifted, eventually, and then they'd come back to the island, fumbling their way through the hallway and stopping only for the occasional kiss that still tasted of crepes.

Fumbling all the way, as it happened, to Watts's apartment, through the door, and into the bedroom. Where there was (shockingly) more kissing. And then some things that weren't kissing. And then, eventually, drifting off to sleep together.

Which naturally led in to waking up together. Or it would. Eventually. Right now they were still both blissfully asleep, Watts once again doing his very best impression of an octopus curled around Steven.

[ooc: for he who is mentioned in the post.]

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It was a measure of how distracted they'd been that they'd ended up in Llewellyn's flat, since the door to Steven's was the first one they'd passed by on their way down the corridor. But at the time such details barely registered, let alone seemed to matter. One of those moments more about the journey than the destination, as it were.

Not that the destination hadn't been nice as well.

Likewise, when the time came it made sense to stay right there and drift off to sleep, comfortable in Llewellyn's arms.

Which was where Steven was come morning, his back pressed up against Llewellyn's chest, and still sleeping well past the sunrise.

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Eventually, of course, consciousness began to filter back, followed by wakefulness. Right now, though, Watts was in that pleasant zone between asleep and awake, curled around Steven.

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The subtle movements of Llewellyn beside him nudged other details into Steven's unconscious awareness as well. Things like sounds, and scents, and the feeling of sheets around him which were not his own. The last of which was enough to tip things over from gradual awareness to an ice cold shock of panic as he didn't know where he was.

Instantly awake, Steven sat bolt upright. It was only Llewellyn's hold on him which arrested the movement enough to keep Steven from tumbling to the floor. Instead Steven sat there, struggling for breath and unable to orient himself.

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And that was enough to bring Watts to a fully awake state.

“Steven?” he said, confused and concerned.

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Steven flinched at the sound of someone's voice. But then he turned and saw that it was Llewellyn. Uncertain, he reached out to touch Llewellyn's arm, testing to see if he was there.

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And indeed he was. Real and breathing and solid as anything under Steven's fingers.

"Steven," he said again, more concern than confusion this time. "It's just me, it's Llewellyn."

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"Right," Steven said. He studied Llewellyn's face, then glanced around, then looked back at Llewellyn to center himself. "Is - is it Saturday?"

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Which was the type of question that Watts normally would have just answered with an affirmative, but given last weekend, where Steven had thought he'd lost twenty years and then Watts himself had awoken on Monday with only a hazy recollection of most of Saturday and Sunday... Watts fumbled for his mobile phone, which he'd left on the bedside table (a modern-day habit he'd had no trouble picking up), waking the screen up to show Steven the date. "It is, yes," he confirmed. "See?"

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Steven squinted to see the screen, then started to relax. He looked around again, starting to notice details like where his suit had been discarded. "Last night was the concert. We had dinner. Came back. This is your bedroom?"

In Steven's defense he hadn't exactly been paying attention to the decor when they'd got there.

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Well, there wasn't really much of that to speak of. Watts wasn't much of a decor sort of person.

"It is," he repeated. "We were somewhat- ah- distracted," his own doing, really, as it was his birthday celebration and that meant he was going to kiss Steven in the hallway if he wanted to, damn it all, "as we were coming home last night, it seems."

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A smile peeked out as Steven's memories started to sort themselves into place. "I remember that. It was nice."

He shifted closer to Llewellyn, unconsciously reaching for Llewellyn's hand as he did.

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Watts tugged Steven closer, and then took Steven's hand in his own.

"Better?" he asked. Whether he meant the contact, or recalling the context for how he'd ended up here, or both, was up for interpretation.

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Steven gave no protest at all to being pulled closer. He leaned in to Llewellyn, holding Llewellyn's hand and letting it anchor himself.

"Better," he said, meaning it for both options. He took slow, even breaths as he looked around, trying to memorize what details there were so that in future he'd easily recognize the room.

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There wasn't a lot: the furniture was for the most part rather plain, isle-of-Ikea fare that had come with the place. A bedside table (stacked with books, but those were on a fairly regular rotation, so noting the titles would do little good), a dresser- what did stand out was the valet stand in one corner.

For the record, last night's suit had not been placed neatly on said stand.

"Is there anything I can do?" Watts asked.

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"This works," Steven said, giving Llewellyn's hand a squeeze to make it clear that being nearby was the "this" in question. Steven then looked at Llewellyn with concern. "Oh no - I woke you, didn't I?"

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"Hm. Not really," Watts replied. "Truthfully I was already coming to terms with the fact that I was, in fact, awake."

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"If you're sure," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn a small smile. "Bloody useful, you know, you not lying to me. Means I believe you now and when you tell me it's Saturday."

Though having the phone confirm it for the both of them had helped.

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"I'm very sure," Watts said firmly. "I'm a terrible liar, anyway," he confessed. "Even if I were so inclined to do so to you, you'd likely spot it it in an instant."

Okay, technically there had been insisting that he was 'fine' the last time they'd woken up together, but he'd also been trying to lie to himself at the time.

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Steven would've considered that different from lying anyway.

"Still, care to lay back down?" Steven considered the wording and gave Llewellyn a small grin. "That's the kind of lie I don't mind at the moment."

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"I only said I was awake, not that I was about to dress for a morning run about the island," Watts replied with an answering smile. "Which is to say, yes, lying back down is an excellent plan."

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That got a laugh out of Steven. "Glad your plans for the morning are reasonable. You would have been alone on that one."

Unlike the plan to stay put, which had Steven lightly pushing Llewellyn back so that Steven could use his chest as a pillow.

Steven felt better, but wasn't entirely over needing to remind himself that Llewellyn was real.

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It was an arrangement Watts was more than fine with, really, one hand still laced with Steven’s while he curled his other arm around Steven’s shoulder. “This is the second Saturday in a row that hasn’t been kind to you,” Watts observed.

Also the second time they’d woken up together only to have one of them react badly.

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Steven closed his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the sound of Llewellyn's heart beating on his chest. "I didn't know where I was, is all. It's fine now. I'm sorry, it didn't even occur to me that might happen."

Again, slightly distracted the night before.

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"No need for an apology," Watts said. "Waking up somewhere unfamiliar can be disorienting on its own, and of course your history with such things only compounded that."

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Steven sighed, relaxing even more. "Who's perfect and understanding then? You. Still, was it bad? I know sometimes I shout. Gets me odd looks in public."