Midnight Manor Private Residence, Monday Late Afternoon

[pocketpretzels]

Between puppies and kittens on television, and an adorable birthday girl in person, yesterday had been a lot of fun and also exhausting in its own way.

So Watts was already leaning towards today being quieter and much less social. That Steven seemed equally subdued clinched that, though the latter did still leave to attend his writing class.

While he was gone, Watts worked on preparing a batch of cinnamon buns. Though he didn’t think either of them were quite up for going out to the Ingram/Amicitia household tonight, Steven liked them, and thus Watts hoped they might help brighten his mood upon his return.

[ooc: for the beau and extreme SP.]

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven wasn't entirely certain what his mood was about. Only that he had one. He'd gone to class because he couldn't think of a good reason not to, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't glad to come back to the comfort of home.

He took off his coat and shoes and satchel in the front entrance and called out, "Llew, I'm home."

[pocketpretzels]

“The boys won’t leave the…” Watts trailed off mid-verse as Steven’s words registered. “In the kitchen, darling!” he replied as he arranged the cinnamon rolls in the pan to be baked.

[hasaknightjob]

Just hearing that Llewellyn was in the kitchen was enough to make Steven feel somewhat better. It was a comforting concept, thinking of his beau making something while Steven was away.

Steven headed down the hallway into the kitchen. "Hello, you. Are you making something?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Hello, you,” Watts replied, tempoarily abandoning arranging the cinnamon buns to wrap his arms around Steven’s waist. Not going in for a kiss just yet, just enjoying the closeness.

“Cinnamon buns,” he explained. “I don’t think either of us is feeling up to going out again tonight,” he continued, looking at Steven for confirmation. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make some just for the two of us to share.”

Well, three technically, if there happened to be any left when Marc was next about.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was absolutely going to snag some spare rolls later. Just shut up about them being vegan.

Steven for his part went for the hug. He meant it to be a normal one but without any conscious intention he ended up clinging.

[pocketpretzels]

“Yes, a quiet night in will be just the thing, I think,” Watts said as he hugged back.

[hasaknightjob]

"That sounds lovely," Steven said. He did not let go of the hug in the slightest. "Keeping you near, if I may?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Right here is exactly where I wish to be, darling,” Watts assured him.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven sighed contentedly. He let his head rest on Llewellyn's shoulder. "Thank you. sorry I'm getting in your way."

Not that he seemed to be letting go any time soon, granted.

[pocketpretzels]

“I’m in no rush,” Watts said, one hand coming up to rub gentle circles on Steven’s back. “I need to pop the cinnamon buns into the oven, of course, but that’s not pressing.”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven leaned into Llewellyn as his touch helped Steven to relax. "It's nice of you to make something. Nice coming home to you puttering away in the kitchen."

[pocketpretzels]

“It’s relaxing,” Watts said. “Especially when it’s for you.”

[hasaknightjob]

That coaxed a smile out of him. "You made cinnamon rolls just for me?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Well, they still need to bake,” Watts said. “But yes. Just for you.”

[hasaknightjob]

That was getting Llewellyn a soft and grateful kiss.

While the hug was still going on, yes.

[pocketpretzels]

"Love you," Watts murmured in to that kiss. "So you're aware."

[hasaknightjob]

"Love you too," Steven said. He took a breath and simply looked at Llewellyn, centering himself on the realness of Llewellyn there, in his arms, right in front of him.

[pocketpretzels]

"Once I do get those in the oven, would you care for a dance?" Watts asked, bringing one hand up to cup Steven's cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

"With you? Very much," Steven said. Anything that involved keeping Llewellyn close sounded wonderful right now.

[pocketpretzels]

Yeah, note how while Watts was moving back to the counter and the pan of cinnamon rolls, he was pulling Steven along with him, not actually letting go.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven had no objection to that, though he did try to position himself so he wasn't too much in the way of Llewellyn's need to move. "Do you need help?"

[pocketpretzels]

"I'll need to make the icing once these are in the oven," Watts said. "Help me with that, and then we can dance while we wait?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Don't mind doing that at all," Steven said. Anything that felt like a distraction was also welcome. "Especially since we'll reap the benefits."

[pocketpretzels]

"All right," Watts said, pressing a quick kiss to Steven's cheek before he pulled away just enough to pop the tray of cinnamon rolls in the oven.

"Measure me out a cup of icing sugar?" he asked, indicating the bag of same with a nod as he reached for the carton of oat milk.

[hasaknightjob]

"Can do," Steven said as he went to take care of it. "This is like the flour, yes? Scooping?"