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 kissed back, melting against Llewellyn as he made a soft sigh of utter contentment.

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"I would say this detective of yours is an incredibly lucky man," Watts said softly.

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"Funnily enough, this writer considers himself to be rather lucky," Steven replied. He nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek. "Very much so."

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"I think that works out rather wonderfully, don't you?" Watts asked, leaning in to that touch.

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"A romantic story all its own, one might say." Steven attempted to dance with his cheek pressed against Llewellyn's.

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"And how does this one end?" Watts wondered.

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"The clever detective figures out that the lyrics were about him all along," Steven said. "And he and the writer live happily ever after. Now and always."

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"What a wonderful story," Watts said. "All the better for it being a true one."

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"They do say you should write what you know," Steven said. He pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's cheek. "I know what it's like to be loved by a wonderful man."

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"Matter of fact, so do I," Watts replied. "It's an amazing feeling."

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"It is, isn't it?" Steven said. He smiled up at Llewellyn. "Makes you feel all warm inside. No fire necessary."

Though the fire was nice. Llewellyn always looked so handsome in the light of it.

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"Not that sort of fire, at least," Watts agreed, the heat in his eyes probably hinting at what sort of fire he did associate with Steven.

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Steven blushed, picking up on at least some of that meaning, yes.

"All sorts," he replied. "Good ones."

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Watts's right hand slid down, until it came to a rest on Steven's backside.

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That got a very small squeak of surprise from Steven. He pressed closer, making it easier for both of them to enjoy that change in dance form.

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Was it proper waltz position? Not at all. Did Watts particularly care? Not at all. It was just nice, especially with Steven pressed up against him like that.

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Steven rest his head on Llewellyn's shoulder, softly humming along with the music once more. The very picture of contentment.

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"I love you, you know," Watts said softly as they continued dancing their way around the cabin.

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"I love you too," Steven replied in kind. "With every fiber of my being."

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"It is a most wonderful feeling, knowing I have found- the one. The person who I can trust with my whole heart," Watts said.

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A smile spread across Steven's face. "I'm the one?"

He'd known it, but it was different hearing it put that way.

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"You are the one," Watts replied. "The love of my life. The man I wish to grow old alongside. To have all sorts of adventures big and small with."

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"Big, small, and ordinary," Steven said. "Together."

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"Precisely," Watts nodded. "Thank you, darling, for- for being the one to open up my heart again."

Was he getting a little misty-eyed again? Maybe. Shh.

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"Open and protect," Steven said, because that was important. He hugged Llewellyn. "I'd never let anything happen to it."