Midnight Manor Private Residence, Monday Evening

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A Thanksgiving feast, even when just for two(ish) people, was still a feast, and thus had required both yesterday and today to be properly prepared. Most of the dishes were the same as last year: the main along with the side dishes of vegetables, potatoes, and stuffing. And yes, of course there were dinner rolls.

New this year was a soup and simple garden salad. Dessert was also the same as last year, with apple cake and butter tarts (along with a batch of the non-vegan variety that had been set aside for Marc).

"It looks fantastic," Watts said, surveying everything laid out on the dining room table. "Will you light the candles, then, while I go fetch us a bottle of wine?"

[ooc: for the beau!]

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"Wicked," Watts said, with utter fondness. "I like it."

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"Only a little," Steven said, but he blushed, pleased with himself.

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"No," Watts shook his head. "I like it very much."

He knew perfectly well what Steven had meant. But Steven so rarely indulged in that sort of talk, Watts wanted to encourage it.

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"Oh," Steven said. His smile grew. "Then good. I'm glad. Trying, and all that."

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"I notice," Watts said, reaching out and letting his fingers trail across Steven's jawline. "When you do."

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Steven leaned into the touch. "You inspire me."

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"Thank you, darling," Watts said, with a curve of his lips that said he saw what Steven did there, echoing one of his own oft-used phrases.

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Steven nodded, indicating Llewellyn was correct. "Thank you. Being patient with me as I try. Doing my best."

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"Please don't ever feel as if it's something I- require from you," Watts said. "As much as I enjoy such talk from you, the fact remains that I love you exactly as you are."

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"Oh no, no, I don't," Steven assured him. "More it's a new thing to try? See how it feels?"

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"Ah," Watts nodded. "Good. Excellent."

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"Sort of thing that can't be done if it feels unnatural," Steven said. He thought about it. "Awkward, perhaps. Flexing new muscles in a way. But if it wasn't something I felt I couldn't say it to you. Not considering the topic."

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"Attempting to make sure it does not get- lost in translation," Watts said. "From here," he lightly tapped Steven's temple. "To here," he pressed a finger against his lips.

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Naturally Steven had to place a soft kiss on Llewellyn's fingertip.

"Precisely."

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"And I do so enjoy what your mouth has to offer," Watts said huskily.

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"Llew!" Steven squeaked, but he didn't look unhappy. Beet red, but not unhappy.

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"It's true!" Watts exclaimed. "Wordplay and all," he added, smile turning mischievous.

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"At least Raphael wasn't here to hear you talk like that," Steven said, chuckling.

Had to be careful of their cat son's innocence, after all.

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It's true, he was babby and such things were not for him to hear.

"Admitting that I actually find your puns and other wordplay amusing would shock him indeed," Watts deadpanned.

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"He'd be too busy being proud of you for trying wordplay yourself," Steven said. Since he shared that pride.

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"He would, hmm?" Watts said.

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"Oh yes," Steven said. "He and I talk about it all the time."

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"How interesting," Watts said thoughtfully. "And here I thought his topics of discussion would revolve around why he ought to have treats whenever he wished."

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"I'm not saying that isn't in the rotation," Steven replied.

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"But he has opinions on my attempts at wordplay."