A Cabin in South Tyrol, Italy, Friday Evening

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A day spent indoors had been followed by one where Watts and Steven had visited the nearby town for lunch, as well as a bit of shopping (wine, of course, and a souvenir for Raphael, among other things), and then today?

Well, it had started with a lie-in, followed by French toast for a late (very late) breakfast, and then there had been a knock at the door with some flower deliveries - truly impressive, really, how the Student Council had known to deliver them here despite neither Steven nor Watts providing anyone explicit details regarding their destination.

There had been at least one other delivery as well, thankfully when Steven had been occupied in a manner that meant he hadn't seen who was at the door, which allowed Watts to stash said delivery in the sleeping area with one of his suit jackets to cover it.

And that wasn't even the last of it! Dinner had been dropped off from a not-quite-local restaurant, and having just poured their wine glasses, Watts pulled out Steven's chair with a flourish. "Here we are," he declared.

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"Good to make sure we have stamina as well," Steven said.

Which applied to all sorts of dancing, really.

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"Very important," Watts nodded, hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Some might even call it saucy.

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Perhaps the sauciness was why Steven leaned over to kiss the corner of Llewellyn's mouth. Or Steven just wanted to kiss him. Or perhaps both.

"Can't have either of us getting too tired before the day is over," Steven said. "There's plenty of romance to come."

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"I do like the sound of that," Watts murmured.

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"There's plenty of romance to come," Steven repeated, grinning.

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"Absolute scoundrel," Watts declared, though it wasn't much of an admonishment the way he he was grinning.

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Steven giggled, proud of himself. "What? You said you liked it!"

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"That I did," Watts said, leaning in to press a light kiss to the tip of Steven's nose.

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That got another giggle out of Steven. "You can do that while we're dancing as well if you like."

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"This too?" he asked, before giving Steven a kiss on the cheek.

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"Oh yes," Steven said. "Either one, in fact."

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"Ah, good," Watts said, placing a kiss on Steven's other cheek. "And here?" he added, with a kiss to his forehead.

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The giggle came back. "Yes, there too."

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"Mustn't forget here," Watts added, with a kiss to Steven's jaw.

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"No, that'd be horrible," Steven agreed. He tapped his finger above his lips. "How about here?"

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"Here?" Watts asked, aiming for the spot between nose and upper lip.

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"Exactly there," Steven said. He tried to sneak a kiss of his own in as long as Llewellyn was close.

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"Wonderful." Watts was happy to oblige Steven in his own quest for a kiss as well, since he was right there.

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"Lucky for me you're always rather thorough," Steven said, nuzzling Llewellyn's cheek.

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"I take great pride in it," Watts said, leaning in to that nuzzle for a few moments before tilting his head down to press a kiss to that now faded mark he'd left earlier in the week.

(Those marks didn't usually stick around long enough to fade like that, so Watts like to take advantage of those rare times- like vacations- where it could.)

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Steven shivered. "All yours. Entirely."

Which was part of what the marks indicated, but no harm in saying so out loud, yes?

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"Mine," Watts breathed against Steven's skin, tongue darting out to trace that mark before he lightly sucked on it again.

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Steven shivered again. "Am I part of dinner now?"

He didn't sound like he minded if the answer was yes.

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What other response was there to that than to gently nip at that same spot?

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"Do I taste better than a carrot?" Steven asked. He was grinning to show he was joking. It was Steven so the joke wasn't actually dirty.