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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"I've got you to warm me up," Watts pointed out. "And keep me warm."

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"True," Steven said. "If I picture you doing it at home it's not so bad? But for some reason here I worry about you catching chill. I know it's silly when you're not wearing anything else. Can't for the life of me explain why."

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"Your concern is sweet," Watts told him. "Not silly."

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Steven blinked, not having realized he'd done his usual dismissal of his feelings. Then he smiled at Llewellyn. "There you go protecting me again."

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"Always, darling. Always," Watts assured him.

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"I think I might like to try you keeping the tie on when we're home?" Steven suggested. "I don't know why I feel better about it that way, but I do."

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"All right," Watts said, leaning in to offer a gentle kiss.

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"It's an appealing image otherwise," Steven added, in case Llewellyn had been worried.

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Worried wasn't quite the right word, but it was reassuring all the same. "Just so long as we are not calling your feelings 'silly'."

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"I'll do my best," Steven said. "Slipped out that time. Didn't even realize."

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"It happens," Watts said. "But I am here to remind you when it does."

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"Thank you," Steven said. "You take such good care of me."

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"It is what a partner ought to do," Watts replied, scooting off Steven's lap and holding out a hand for him to take.

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Steven took the offered hand gladly. "You do it rather well, I must say. Take better care of me than I do of myself."

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"Yes, well. Different perspectives and all that," Watts said as he led Steven the few steps to the bed.

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Steven followed along. "My perspective has a lovely view at the moment. One that promises to improve shortly."

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"What a scandalous thing to say," Watts declared, tugging at Steven's shirt now that they were at the bed.

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Steven moved to help Llewellyn with getting his shirt off. "Only a scandal if it doesn't happen, you ask me."

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"In that case," Watts said. "Perhaps we should do our best to avoid a scandal?"

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"Only happiness and enjoyment," Steven said. Then he looked proud. "For both of us."

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"For both of us," Watts echoed, also with a look of pride as he leaned in to underscore the sentiment with a kiss.