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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"As partners do," Steven said, beaming back.

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"Precisely," Watts said, offering Steven another bite.

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Steven took the bite, allowing himself to savor it since he'd been enjoying watching Llewellyn savor his. It seemed fair to guess perhaps Llewellyn might enjoy the same view in return.

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He most certainly did, watching Steven intently as he enjoyed that bite.

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Steven caught the look and blushed, but not unhappily so. "Nice?"

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"Nice," Watts affirmed, desire evident in his tone.

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"Thank you." Steven offered Llewellyn another forkful. "You are as well. Handsome."

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"All yours," Watts said, making another satisfied noise around this next bite.

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"Lucky me," Steven said. He leaned in to brush a kiss over Llewellyn's lips.

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Watts took the opportunity to dart his tongue out, licking at Steven's lips.

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Steven chuckled. He repeated the gesture, attempting to lick Llewellyn's lips.

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"Careful," Watts pulled away enough to murmur. "Lest we get distracted and ahead of ourselves...."

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"Right, right," Steven said. "My turn?"

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"Your turn," Watts affirmed, holding out a bite for him.

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Steven took the offered bite, then tried to make a show of licking his lips in enjoyment. As always it was Steven so the gesture was more functional than enticing, but the attempt was made.

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Luckily for Steven, Watts found it endearing, a feeling his delighted smile hopefully conveyed.

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Steven smiled back, pleased both with Llewellyn's reaction and his ability to earn it. (He thought he'd come off far more sophisticated than he had.)

"A little distraction is all right, yeah?"

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"Now that," Watts said, his voice husky with desire, "depends entirely on the distraction in question."

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"From eating," Steven explained. "To each other."

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"Ah," Watts nodded. "Then yes," he said. "Such distractions are... entirely- permissiable."

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Steven felt bold and offered, "Different things to do with our mouths, really."

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"How positively wicked of you," Watts exclaimed, grinning.

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Steven blushed, but was rather proud of himself. "Sometimes I can be."

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"I like it," Watts said, reaching out to brush some bit of dust off of Steven's shoulder, hand lingering longer than was strictly necessary.

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"I'm glad," Steven said. "Because you inspire me."