MHA #15 to MHA #14, Tuesday Morning

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Over the past few weeks, Watts had become quite accustomed to being awakened by the sound of a rather energetic cat who liked to make it known that he needed to be fed right now immediately. A desire that was often expressed by running around the apartment at top speed.

Today was no different. Or at least, it had been, up until the first muffled thump sounded from the living room. A few minutes later, there was another. Then another.

With a resigned grumble, Watts got out of bed to see what had Raphael making such a commotion, only to find his cat perched on the edge of the couch, staring intently at something that was whizzing around in the air. The reason for the thump noises soon became evident, as the cat launched himself up off the arm of the couch in an attempt to catch the flying whatever-it-was. Which was now zooming around Watts's head in an increasingly agitated circle. Watts swatted at it. It darted out of the way, and then back towards him. Watts glanced over at Raphael, who was, tail twitching, clearly ready to attempt to catch the thing again. "Don't you dare," Watts said, as if he had a chance in hell of the cat actually listening to him.

Raphael jumped. The flying thing zipped out of the way. Watts also managed to move out of the way, narrowly avoiding a faceful of cat. The flying thing moved closer again, resuming the agitated circling of Watts's head.

"Go away!" he swatted at it, and it darted out of the way of his hand. Watts took the opportunity to dash back into his bedroom, shutting the door before the flying nuisance could follow him in. Grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers, he got dressed- well, sort of- in the interest of expediency he skipped the waistcoat.

He made sure Raphael was fed, all the while attempting to fend off the irritating flying thing, and then few minutes later and he was across the hall, knocking on Steven's door. Unbeknownst to him, of course, the flying thing (yes, you absolutely guessed it, it's totally the mistletoe) was sneakily hovering juuuuuuust behind him. Waiting. Lurking.

[ooc: for the guy who lives there. no, not that one. the other one.]

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"Past has some lovely features as well," Steven said. He put his hand back around Llewellyn's waist and gave him a hug, just in case it was unclear what feature in particular Steven was talking about.

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"Mmm, I'm just lucky you don't mind someone a little old-fashioned," Watts said fondly.

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"I like your old-fashioned," Steven said. "It's sweet. Like you. And charming."

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"That's not what you were thinking when you were trying to get me out of my clothing a few nights ago," Watts pointed out with an impish grin.

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Steven gave him a nudge. "Cheeky. Anyway, your fault I want you to myself so quickly."

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"Is it now?" Watts asked, laughing.

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Steven couldn't help but smile. He loved seeing Llewellyn laugh and be happy. "Yes, you. Being so handsome and desirable."

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You were responsible for that happiness, Steven. Just so you knew.

"I don't know," Watts mused. "I can think of someone who outstrips me in that department."

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Steven tugged lightly on the undershirt Llewellyn was still wearing. "Outstrip, you say?"

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And now of course it was Watts's turn to reply with, "Cheeky."

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"You brought it up," Steven said, innocently. He settled back down against Llewellyn's chest again.

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"You and your ridiculous sense of humour," Watts tsked. "Of which," he added. "I am inexorably fond, for the record." Even though he didn't always get the joke, these days it was more often than not that he did.

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Steven felt warm at the comment. An all over warm that was safe, much like he felt having the blankets over them. "I'm glad. Be awful if you didn't. It's the way I am."

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"I know," Watts said, pressing a kiss to the top of Steven's head. "I love the way you are." A statement which encompassed far more than just his sense of humour.

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Steven sighed contentedly. He closed his eyes and let himself bask in the moment. "I'm lucky to have you. You loving all of me."

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"It's easy when it's you," Watts reminded him.

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Llewellyn could probably feel Steven's smile against his chest. "I love you as well, Llewellyn Watts. All of you. You've been such a gift to me."

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"I think- we found each other at the right time," Watts said.

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"It is wild how we both arrived here so close to each other," Steven said. Granted, Llewellyn had arrived on the island earlier than Marc and Steven had, but those circumstances in and of themselves led to Steven and Llewellyn meeting one another within a week of Steven and Marc's arrival. "Could see an argument that fate meant for it to happen. Us meeting."

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"Fate, or my inability to afford a place to live when I first arrived."

Though chances were if Watts had just asked, Jon was the sort of person who very likely would have let him have an apartment based on nothing but a promise to pay when he was able.

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Steven hugged Llewellyn tighter, remembering his issues with money when he'd first gotten to the island. "But that's fate in a way, isn't it? That it worked out when it did? Though if it'd been up to me I wouldn't have had you sleeping in a cold cell for so long."

It had been spring. Steven's mental image was possibly being influenced by the temperature outside right now.

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"It really wasn't so bad," Watts assured him. "Not really cold. More marvels of modern technology."

He'd certainly endured colder nights during his childhood, when the household's only income earner was also a child.

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"Still, better now," Steven said, with a hug to indicate he meant that exact second, actually, with Llewellyn right there with him. "Though, speaking of nights, how've you been? Raphael helping keep the dark away?"

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"He is not nearly as talented at it as you are," Watts admitted. "But still, his companionship has been a boon."

Even when awoken at ungodly early hours.

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"Well he's newer, isn't he?" Steven pointed out, not unreasonably. "Hasn't had as much time to practice as I have. Give him time, he'll get as good I'm sure."

Llewellyn could, once again, probably feel Steven's joking smile against his chest.