MHA #14, Sunday Morning

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Last night had not gone entirely to plan. Or... at all to plan, really, things having gone off the rails mere minutes after Watts and Steven had arrived at the bar. Which is not to say the night as a whole went badly. In fact after that initial derailment the metaphorical train that had been their date night had found another, equally as pleasant, track to go down.

A track that had yes, shockingly, resulted in Watts staying the night at Steven's place.

"Mrrrrn," he murmured into Steven's shoulder. It was, in theory, meant to be a 'good morning'. Unfortunately Watts wasn't quite awake enough to make proper words happen. But chances were Steven wasn't either, so really, he was pretty much just mumbling to himself.

[ooc: for the other sleepyhead.]

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Steven was, in fact, not awake yet. He was, however, curled up closely with one arm around Llewellyn's waist. On the odd chance Llewellyn felt like going anywhere. Even asleep, Steven was against such plans.

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Well, eventually there ought to be breakfast. And coffee. And tea. But no particular rush for any of those things, really. So he was content for the time being to just lie there and wait until Steven started to wake.

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On the plus side Nell had left enough food that there was in fact something for breakfast which only needed to be heated up. (Unlike the food he and Llewellyn ordered in which apparently didn't count as "well fed" and no Steven didn't develop a complex or anything after it was relayed back to him, why would anyone think so?)

Those were thoughts for awake people. Particularly awake people with clothes on, neither of which Steven was at the moment. Snuggling with the man he loved, on the other hand, was very much within the realm of possible activities.

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Okay, yes, it wasn't home made breakfast when they ordered in but it wasn't as if either of them had a habit of ordering breakfast sandwiches from Mooby's, here. (That Mooby's did not even offer a vegan breakfast option wasn't the point.)

Still he wasn't going to argue with food already being present. Or he wouldn't, when he eventually managed to get up but see above re: snuggling.

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Something, maybe the faint sunlight filtering in around the curtains, finally got Steven awake enough to say something.

"Hmmm?"

Not something coherent, but something.

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Ah, there we go.

“Good morning,” Watts said again, much clearer this time.

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That got Steven to open his eyes. He took a moment to orient himself: his bedroom, his bed, his Llewellyn. Then he moved to rest his head against Llewellyn's chest and replied, now confident in the answer, "Good morning."

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"Hm, very much so," Watts agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of Steven's head.

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"Sleep all right?" Steven asked.

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“I did,” Watts confirmed, perhaps unsurprisingly. That he tended to sleep better in general while in Steven’s company was not news.

“You?” he asked, fingers of one hand lightly tracing nonsense patterns along Steven’s back.

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Steven pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's chest. "Believe I did as well. Still here. That's always a good sign."

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"Agreed," Watts murmured. And then: "Breakfast?" Please note how he was not making a single move towards actually getting up, however.

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"Probably should," Steven agreed. Also not moving.

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"It will involve at least one of us getting up," Watts continued.

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"But you're comfortable," Steven said. By which he meant Llewellyn was comfortable to use as a pillow, but perhaps Llewellyn's own comfort was a factor as well.

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"Yes, and getting up would disturb that," Watts acknowledged. "But there's nothing saying you can't go back to being comfortable after we've some breakfast." Or perhaps even while they had breakfast...

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"Hmmm." Steven pressed another kiss to Llewellyn's chest. "You do make a good argument."

Plus getting up meant a higher likelihood of having tea.

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"Let me up, and I'll bring you back some tea," Watts offered. No, he hadn't suddenly developed mind-reading powers. He just had, you know, met Steven.

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Steven briefly clung to Llewellyn as though he had in fact offered to disappear forever, then let go. "All right. I accept your bribe. For now."

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"I promise not to dawdle," Watts told him as he slipped out from under the covers.

His undershirt was easy enough to find, and he put that on. His trousers- well, actually, they were also pretty easy to find, discarded in a corner of the room. But he didn't head right for them. Instead, he stole a surreptitious glance back at Steven, and then at Steven's side of the wardrobe.

Somewhere in there, he knew, were the sweatpants that matched the shirt he'd absconded with two weeks ago.

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Steven was still very much horizontal, so he didn't yet see where Llewellyn's pants were to fully grasp the situation. "Something wrong?"

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"Not at all," Watts assured him. He thought about saying he couldn't find his trousers, but harmless or not it was still a lie and he took his promise not to do that very seriously. "Just- getting dressed."

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Steven sat up, figuring the problem was finding clothing. He remembered the both of them taking jackets off in the living room. Those were probably still on the couch. Or near the couch. The specific details had been overshadowed by other matters. As for the rest -

"Your trousers are over there," Steven said, pointing.

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Ugh. Busted. "Ah," Watts said. "I see them now. Thank you."

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All right. That was strange. "What were you doing?"