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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Steven got in nice and close, happy to feel Llewellyn holding him. "Not much space. We'll have to stay near."

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"Never a hardship, being near to you," Watts replied warmly.

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"Close enough to hear a heart beat," Steven said. Though he went to rest his head on Llewellyn's shoulder. Not a great position to hear a heart beat from, but a good one for being close to the man you loved.

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It was the sort of position that allowed for Watts to place a kiss to the top of Steven's head. Which was not a location they'd discussed earlier, but he figured Steven would still be all right with it.

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It was, as the smile against Llewellyn's shoulder indicated.

Feeling content, Steven began softly humming along with the song.

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Watts felt a wave of fondness as he realized what Steven was doing, a soft smile curling his lips as he led them around the little cabin.

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Steven kept humming, every so often adding in "I love you" sung to the beat of the music.

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"Haven't heard those lyrics before," Watts commented.

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"Hmm?" Steven asked, because he hadn't been paying attention to himself. Then he realized. "Oh. Yes. Very special, those. Only certain audiences get them."

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"I feel rather privileged, then, to be among them," Watts replied.

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"It's a special song," Steven continued. "All about being the love of someone's life."

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"Special indeed," Watts agreed. "It is rapidly becoming a favourite tune."

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"Sometimes it's about dancing with them as well," Steven said. He then sang, "Dance, dance, love, love" along with the music.

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"Charming," Watts said. "Who came up with these lyrics, if I may ask?"

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"Someone lucky enough to love another with their whole heart," Steven said. "And be loved back in return."

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"Anyone I know?" Watts asked, turning them around.

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Steven laughed with delight at the turn.

"It's a mystery," Steven said. "Probably need a clever detective to figure it out."

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"And do you happen to know any of those?" Watts asked, biting back a smile. "So I might consult them."

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"Oh yes," Steven said. "Clever and handsome, actually."

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"Oh?" Watts raised an eyebrow. "Quite the catch, this fellow?"

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"Very much so," Steven said. He tightened his hold on Llewellyn just a bit, 'catching' him.

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"Ah," Watts nodded knowingly. "I believe I may know of whom you speak. A lucky man indeed, this detective, as he's found himself a treasure beyond compare in his sweetheart."

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"A detective and a treasure hunter as well?" Steven asked. "He's rather talented."

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"Yes, well," Watts blushed. "All the better to attract the attention of a particular gentleman."

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"Someone who writes songs, perhaps?" Steven suggested.