The Flat in London, Saturday Afternoon

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Watts had Steven had barely unpacked from their trip to Quebec when there had been a call regarding a minor but urgent issue regarding some legal paperwork back in London. So- back into suitcases clothing went, only this time-

This time in addition to Marc also packing some things as he'd be needed for aforementioned legal paperwork business, they were bringing Raphael with them. Both because they felt a little badly about leaving the cat again so soon and they'd talked about possibly giving him an opportunity to explore the flat in London. See how he liked it, that sort of thing.

Now it was Saturday afternoon, the legal business had all been taken care of, and they were lingering before catching a portal back to Fandom tomorrow. Lingering in the kitchen specifically, with the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies laid out before them.

[ooc: for that guy, and NFB for distance.]

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"Tell you a secret?" Steven said. He leaned in close so he could whisper. "You're the love of mine."

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"Works out nicely, doesn't that?" Watts said, smiling at Steven.

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"For us both," Steven agreed. "The man I love with all my heart loves me in return."

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"Come here," Watts said, tilting his head down for a kiss.

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"Don't mind if I do," Steven said, closing the distance for that kiss.

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"Good," Watts said, kissing him soundly.

In a stunning example of timing, as that kiss wrapped up, the buzzer on the oven went off.

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"A pause on our dance," Steven said. "Long enough to take care of the biscuits."

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"One more spin around the dance floor should hopefully give them adequate time to cool," Watts said, as he took the tray out. "And then we can have ourselves a treat."

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"Wait," Steven said, before they could start dancing again. "Let's get the kettle on as well. We can have tea."

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"Excellent idea," Watts said, pleased.

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Steven gave Llewellyn a quick kiss on the cheek, then got the kettle ready. "We could sit on the - "

Steven looked towards the couch and realized it was not really an option given all the books that were on it. " - er, bed?"

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Watts would've just swept all the books to the floor, but he didn't want to upset Steven's filing system.

"If you don't think we'll disturb the little man," he said, as Raphael was still curled up in the middle of said bed.

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"Could sit on the edge?" Steven suggested. "Or there's chairs?"

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"We'll try the edge, I think," Watts said, giving it some thought. "Carefully."

Though if the cat woke up and demanded attention, so long as he didn't try and sneak off with a cookie, that would be perfectly all right.

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If there had to be snuggling of a kitty to make amends for the lack of biscuits given to kitties, Steven was prepared to make the sacrifice.

"I think we'll have enough room," Steven said. He filled the kettle with water and set it to heat up. Then he turned to Llewellyn and held his arms out. "Another go?"

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"Don't mind if I do," Watts said, pulling him in close.

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"Lucky me," Steven said, snuggling in close. "I'd hate if you minded."

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"Something wrong if I did," Watts said. "If I were ill, perhaps."

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"Replaced by someone who only pretended to be you," Steven suggested. Though he held Llewellyn tighter, as though to prevent such a thing.

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"I think you'd be able to tell," Watts said. "Before it got to that point. You know me, after all. Better than anyone."

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"True." Steven looked at Llewellyn fondly. "I like that. Knowing you from tops to tails."

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"And I certainly hope you'd tell me should I grow a tail," Watts said, amused.

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"Ideally before you sit down," Steven agreed, similarly amused.

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"Wouldn't that be a surprise," Watts said drily.

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Steven started giggling as a mental image came to him. "Your poor trousers!"