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 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."

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"My Gentleman Knight," Watts said, leaning in to that hug.

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"My dearest detective," Steven replied. "The one for me. The one I love above all others. Who makes me feel loved in return."

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"As you deserve," Watts said softly. "All the love and care I can give."

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"Which is wonderful," Steven said. "Your love is amazing. Like sunlight."

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"No one's ever thought of me that way, until you," Watts said. "I like- I like being your sunlight."

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"You make me feel warm and safe," Steven said. "You give me strength to grow."

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"It's an honour and a pleasure, watching you do so, you know," Watts told him.

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"And now I know I enjoy cabins," Steven said. "Something entirely new, thanks to you."

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"You are very welcome, my darling," Watts replied.

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"Dancing in cabins as well," Steven said. "Very enjoyable."

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"It's a new one for me too, you know," Watts said, with a somewhat watery chuckle. "I'm liking it a great deal."

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"We've both learned something?" Steven asked. "I like that. Not just me."