Llewellyn Watts (
pocketpretzels) wrote2022-08-27 01:46 am
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MHA #14, Saturday Morning
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.]
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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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."
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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?"
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Watts wasn't quite sure what to make of that look. "What is it?"
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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."
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He’d been feeling comfortable with casual displays of affection in public, after all.
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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.
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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.
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And then he was taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.
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"Mrs. Ingram," he greeted. "Good morning." Not a stutter or awkwardly drawn out vowel in sight.
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