MHA #14, Saturday Morning

[pocketpretzels]

Well, chalk up another successful date night. For a certain definition of success, in any case. There had definitely been dinner. And dessert. Watts and Steven might have even actually sat down on the couch to watch the film but that remained to be seen (heh) in SP.

Where they definitely failed was in taking things across the hall to Watts's apartment before they fell into bed together. But now it was morning and warm and happy and wrapped around the man he loved, Watts didn't even recall the fact that taking things over to his apartment had ever been part of the plan.

[ooc: for... two? dun dun dun.]

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[mylandmyrules]

Nell sighed and her shoulders slumped even further. Steven was very hard to override. "Here is fine. He shouldn't have to leave."

[hasaknightjob]

"And would you like to join us?" Steven asked, because Nell's comfort and happiness did matter to him. "I'm sure there's more than enough."

[mylandmyrules]

She didn't really, but she felt she owed it to Detective Watts. "If Detective Watts is okay with it."

Nell would probably really only have tea. Which reminded her. She bent to pick up the spoon and the phone, which she handed to Steven. "This is his."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'll check with him if you don't mind getting the food when it's here?" Steven asked, as he took Llewellyn's mobile from her. He was genuinely wanting to be sure she'd be comfortable with the delivery. He supposed she might be, given that she worked in a shop and had to deal with strangers all the time. But even so she'd had an upsetting morning so it didn't hurt to ask.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell nodded. "I can do that. Please tell the detective that I'm sorry."

[hasaknightjob]

"Thank you," Steven said. He didn't bother mentioning things like where to bring the food or find plates and cutlery since, of course, she'd already been given the tour.

Instead Steven went directly to the bedroom and knocked softly on the door. Yes, it was his room but Llewellyn might want privacy all the same. "Llew?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts looked up at the sound of knocking and Steven's voice following it, but didn't get up from his spot. "Yes?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Can I come in?"

[pocketpretzels]

"... Yes," said in a tone that carried with it an underlying 'it IS your apartment after all'.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven came in and closed the door behind him. And then was temporarily distracted because Llewellyn was wearing one of his shirts.

[pocketpretzels]

He was! Just like you'd told him to, Steven!

Watts wasn't quite sure what to make of that look. "What is it?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You look very handsome," Steven said. The expression on his face wasn't quite as strong as it had been with the Canadian t-shirt, but it was definitely in the same neighborhood. "I like it."

[pocketpretzels]

“Oh,” a ghost of a smile crossed Watts’s face. “That wasn’t my intention.” Pleased him all the same, though.

[hasaknightjob]

"Still look nice," Steven said, giving him a smile back. He came over to sit on the side of the bed near Llewellyn. "Are you all right?"

[pocketpretzels]

“I don’t know,” Watts answered honestly. The sheer panic at being caught earlier had subsided, leaving him feeling more than a little drained. “Is- is Mrs. Ingram all right?”

[hasaknightjob]

"She is," Steven said. He reached over to take Llewellyn's hand in his if Llewellyn would let him. "Embarrassed, more than anything. Sorry she gave you a fright."

Hopefully not using the time Steven was spending with Llewellyn right now to flee using the fire escape.

"I'm sorry as well," Steven said. "I should've realized why seeing her would've upset you. At least faster than it took me."

[pocketpretzels]

“It’s all right,” Watts told him, taking his hand and holding on tight. “Wasn’t expecting it myself.”

He’d been feeling comfortable with casual displays of affection in public, after all.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was more than fine for his hand being held that way. He moved closer as long as they were at it, since it didn't seem that Llewellyn needed personal space. "How would you like breakfast then? Could go to your place? Or stay here, ask Nell to join us?"

Yes, Steven had already asked Nell if she wanted to join. But she didn't want to if Llewellyn wasn't comfortable with it and Steven figured this way Llewellyn wouldn't feel pressured to say he was out of a sense of politeness.

[pocketpretzels]

“We could, ah. Eat here. Invite her to join us. That would be fine,” Watts said, after taking a moment to consider it. He appreciated being given the out, though.

[hasaknightjob]

"All right," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn's hand a squeeze. "Food's on its way. Up, I mean. Might be here now, actually."

It probably was. Whether Nell was still in the flat remained to be seen. There were a lot of escape routes, especially when the delivery person wasn't standing in front of the door anymore.

[pocketpretzels]

“Don’t want anything getting cold, then,” Watts said, unfolding himself from his position on the bed and standing up. All without letting go of Steven, though that would likely change once they were back outside the bedroom.

[hasaknightjob]

Good thing Steven used that moment while they were still in the bedroom to give Llewellyn a quick kiss, if he was able.

[pocketpretzels]

A fortifying kiss was exactly what was needed, actually.

And then he was taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell had gotten the breakfast order and set it out. She'd also made coffee and had hot water ready for tea. The table was set and she was uneasily perched on the edge of a chair in the corner looking out the window. This had probably been a bad idea, but if it made Detective Watts feel better that would make Steven feel better too, so she'd do it.

[pocketpretzels]

Having let go of Steven as soon as the bedroom door was shut, Watts made his way down the hall, past the kitchen and to the dining area.

"Mrs. Ingram," he greeted. "Good morning." Not a stutter or awkwardly drawn out vowel in sight.