Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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Watts had promised to teach Steven how to make homemade crisps, and so following their usual services on the mainland he departed from his usual routine of baking something in favour of doing so.

"It's quite a straightforward process," he said to Steven, once they had everything ready to go, including salt and spices for possible seasonings. "With a sometimes maddening amount of waiting."

Luckily they had ways of occupying themselves during such times.

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Steven kissed back. And continued humming the song, which he hoped was close enough to singing for Llewellyn's purposes.

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It was indeed. "You do that when you're happy," Watts noted. "I like when you're happy. Even more so when I am the cause of said happiness."

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"You frequently are," Steven said. "Uniquely gifted at being said cause, actually."

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"And I take great pride in that," Watts told him.

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"Happier than anyone I've known," Steven said. "I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else."

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"Me neither," Watts said. "I don't know that I look forward, exactly, to the prospect of growing old. But growing old with you?"

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"Facing the future together," Steven agreed.

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"Now that, my darling, the love of my life, my Gentleman Knight, that sounds wonderful," Watts declared.

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Steven looked around, then stared stalwartly in one direction.

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"Darling?" Watts asked, a little concerned.

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"That's east?" Steven said. At least he was pretty sure it was. "Where the sun rises? So I'm looking to the future."

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Watts tilted his head, slightly at first and then at more of an angle.

"I do believe you are correct about it being the east," he said. "And thus, I shall look to the future with you."

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Steven beamed proudly. "And thus we face it together!"

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"My preferred way," Watts said, leaning in to kiss Steven once more- but this time just planting a quick kiss on his nose.

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Steven snickered. "I like that too. Any kisses from you, really. Much in favor of those."

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"Careful," Watts said with a playful smirk, "Or a man's likely to take that as an invitation."

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"Best be a specific man or my beau's going to have words with him," Steven replied, grinning back.

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"Very specific," Watts nodded. "This one, stood right here."

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"Good." Steven gave a light tug on Llewellyn's shirt. "I'd abide by no other."

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"Glad to hear it," Watts said, using one hand to push Steven's shirt collar slightly aside so he could press a kiss to the same spot he liked to leave a mark on.

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Steven shivered with delight. "Good. Long as that's clear."

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"Crystal," Watts said. "I think our potato slices have soaked long enough," he added after a moment, only somewhat reluctantly.

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"Best get back to it I suppose," Steven said. "Before they catch chill."

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"One more kiss?" Watts asked hopefully.

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"I see no harm in that," Steven said, moving in to kiss Llewellyn.

He fully intended to take his time with said kiss, of course.