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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"Yours," Steven said, because that was always worth repeating. "Here, shall we get ready then?"

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Watts nodded, moving to clear the dishes from the table. There was no dish washing cupboard, so they went into the sink to be dealt with tomorrow.

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Steven meanwhile cut a generous slice of cake so that the rest of it could stay safely in the freezer. He put the cake on a plate, got two forks and spoons, and brought it all over to the table with a flourish. "Here we are!"

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Given the relatively small space in the cabin, the chairs had been tucked away in order to make room for dancing.

"And here you are," Watts said, pulling Steven's chair back out for him.

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"So gallant," Steven said as he took the offered chair. "Thank you."

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"You're very welcome," Watts said, settling into his own chair next to Steven.

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Steven took a forkful of cake and offered it to Llewellyn. "First taste to you, I think. For all your hard work this week."

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"I admit, I'm curious as to how one makes a cake out of ice cream," Or frozen non-dairy dessert, if one were being overly pedantic. Which Watts was not, as he took that offered bite. "Oh," he said appreciatively. "That's nice."

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"Freeze it instead of bake?" Steven guessed. He smiled at Llewellyn's reaction. "Good?"

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Watts nodded. "Very much so," he confirmed.

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"Perhaps I should try a taste," Steven said. He leaned in to kiss Llewellyn.

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"What do you think, then?" Watts murmured against Steven's lips.

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"Sweet," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn's lips a light lick.

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"Mmm," Watts hummed happily. "Are you still speaking about the cake?" he wondered.

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"I'm including the cake," Steven replied with a grin.

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"Flirt," Watts declared, delighted.

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"Shamelessly," Steven agreed. He offered Llewellyn another bite.

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Watts took the offered bite, making an appreciative noise that was only a little bit performative.

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Performative or not, Steven appreciated it all the same.

"Glad you're enjoying it."

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"Oh, I am," Watts said fervently.

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Steven giggled, a combination of fondness and delight. "Good. Hopefully we keep that up for the rest of the night. You enjoying yourself."

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"Both of us," Watts amended.

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"Seemed selfish to say it on my own part," Steven admitted.

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"Ah," Watts wagged a finger at him. "But you know you enjoying yourself pleases me, so in the end, that contributes to my enjoyment as well," he pointed out.

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"You can say it for me," Steven said. "As I did for you. I'd like you to enjoy yourself tonight, you'd like me to enjoy myself tonight. All works out, see?"