Midnight Manor Private Residence, Wednesday Evening

[pocketpretzels]

Watts had had a very busy afternoon, taking full advantage of the fact that Steven was out running errands to put his plan into action. He’d been a little nervous that it wouldn’t work out when the day had started out somewhat overcast, but as the clouds started to clear away as the day went on he had hopes that it would be all right.

Thus when Steven arrived back home, he would find a note in Watts’s handwriting directing him to the roof, where a candlelit dinner (complete with garlic bread and an appropriate wine) as well as dessert was spread across one of the sleeping bags Steven had gotten Watts for his birthday.

Oh, and Watts himself, sitting on said makeshift picnic blanket as he waited.

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[pocketpretzels]

"You see it, and that is all I need," Watts said.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's all mine now and I'm not sharing it," Steven said. He then dipped his finger into the frosting on the cake and held that up for Llewellyn. "Except for this though. I'll share this, but only with you."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts leaned forward to lick the icing from Steven's finger, being very sure to get every last bit.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven shivered in a way that had nothing to do with any chill in the air. "Well. Look forward to trying that myself then."

[pocketpretzels]

"Shall I cut you a slice?" Watts said. "Or would you prefer to wait a bit?"

[hasaknightjob]

For some reason it hadn't occurred to Steven that Llewellyn would serve the cake. Now that that was on offer, he rather liked the idea. "I think I'd like to try a slice now, please. It looks wonderful."

[pocketpretzels]

Not only was Steven’s slice just a bit larger than the one Watts cut for himself, there were more fresh strawberries on top. Funny how that worked.

“There you are, darling,” Watts said, passing the slice of cake over.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven did notice those portions and smiled at them. He then impulsively dipped a finger into the frosting and tasted it. When he did there was a look of delighted surprise.

"Oh! That tastes like strawberries!"

[pocketpretzels]

“I should hope so,” Watts said. “What were you expecting?”

[hasaknightjob]

"I thought it was just pink," Steven admitted, sheepishly. "I mean I imagined it would be sweet, but I didn't know it was strawberries giving it the color. And you made that?"

And this was just the frosting. Imagine when he tasted the whole cake.

[pocketpretzels]

“I did,” Watts said, blushing furiously. “The strawberries were ‘freeze dried’, but real ones all the same.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Llew," Steven said, looking at him with wonder. "You put so much work into this!"

Not that Steven could magically guess the recipe, but he knew what it meant for Llewellyn to encounter a new concept like freeze dried strawberries and keep going to make something with them anyway.

"I'm going to have to find some way to thank you properly," Steven said.

Possibly a way that involved how he was leaning in to give Llewellyn a kiss.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts thought about trying to downplay the effort, but it had been a lot of work.

“You are, as always, worth every minute,” he said instead as he leaned in to accept that kiss. And whatever else might follow. After dessert, of course.