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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"But don't keep silent," Steven said. He didn't dispute the hesitation. "I promise I'm always honest. Even if it's - even if I don't like risking that I'm taking away your enjoyment of something."

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"All right," Watts said, brushing his thumb across Steven's cheek before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I don't care for the idea that you would ever put yourself out for my sake. So long as you are not doing that, then I am satisfied."

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"I promise I never have," Steven said. "That would be dishonest, and we're always honest with each other. But I will try harder about not being as hesitant. And feeling it's all right to enjoy myself."

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"Wonderful!" Watts beamed at him. "You deserve happiness and pleasure, my darling."

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Steven smiled back. "I must deserve you then. You make me happy."

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"And I hope to make you very happy indeed tonight," Watts assured him with a playful smirk.

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"I feel confident you will," Steven said, shyly grinning back. "If past performance is any indication."

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"Now that is what I like to hear!" Watts said with enthusiasm. He gestured to the cake plate. "Shall we continue, then?"

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"Please," Steven said, his smile growing in response to Llewellyn's. He moved to get another forkful of cake to offer.

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Delighted, Watts leaned forward expectantly. Though he then looked thoughtful. "Am- did you mean for me to be feeding you bites as well?" he asked. "Or-?"

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"I thought we would trade off, yes" Steven said. Then he smiled, because there he was stating preferences.

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"Excellent," Watts said, smiling back now that that was clarified.

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"You first," Steven said, having forgotten that Llewellyn had only been going so far. In Steven's defense, it had looked nice and he'd gotten distracted.

Regardless, he offered Llewellyn a forkful.

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There were also appreciative noises happening! Like right now, again.

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Steven watched him avidly. Hungrily, one might even say.

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And once he was finished, Watts met Steven's gaze- briefly-, his lips curving up into a smile before he held out a forkful for Steven to take.

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Steven smiled wider, recognizing the gesture for the gift it was. Then he leaned forward to finally take a bite of the cake. He was so focused on Llewellyn it took a moment for him to register the taste, but then he smiled and nodded with approval when he did.

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"It's good, isn't it?" Watts asked.

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Steven absentmindedly licked his lips. "Very! Good choice, you."

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And, yeah, now Watts's gaze was fixed on those same lips. "I think the restaurant deserves most of the credit there."

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"We could send them a thank you?" Steven suggested.

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"Is that sort of thing usually done?" Watts asked.

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"I don't know," Steven admitted. "But it can't hurt, can it? To say thank you?"

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"That's a good point," Watts said. "Though if we're to write it, it would be in English, as I would ask you to do so." Steven's handwriting being far nicer than Watts's own, after all.

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"And here I was thinking it'd need to be in Italian, so I'd need your help," Steven said. "Perhaps you could dictate and I'd write?"

Since Steven did understand the issue with the handwriting.