Trooper Station, Friday

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The Troopers today were snacking on something called Doritos, which Ralph explained they'd acquired yesterday. Apparently it had been- some sort of holiday or festival where eating these was considered part of the festivities?

Well. In any case, there were Troopers with cheese dust on their gloves and helmets today. No, Watts didn't know why or how it was on their helmets when obviously they needed to remove them to eat.

He was just going to be in his office, sitting on his desk and working on his Chinese writing exercises while very much not spoiling his appetite for lunch with either the chips or the pretzel that was currently in his jacket pocket.

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A somewhat nervous looking Steven appeared at the usual lunchtime. Instead of carrying a takeaway bag, he had a reusable bag from home with him. Even though the door to Llewellyn's office was open, Steven knocked on the doorframe as he announced himself. "Hello, you."

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Watts glanced up at the sound of Steven’s voice, legs sliding down until they dangled off the edge of the desk. “Hello, you,” he replied in kind. “Come on in.”

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Steven smiled, charmed by the image of his beau sitting on his desk. "Don't mind if I do."

Steven closed the office door behind him. Now that they were alone, the nervousness crept back. "Er - I brought lunch?"

As though he might have done something else at lunchtime while Llewellyn was working.

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Watts had clocked the reusable bag rather than a takeout bag, yes. He hopped down from the desk and went over to Steven.

“I should hope so, as it’s time for our lunch date,” he pointed out. He reached for Steven’s free hand to pull him over to his chair.

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Steven took Llewellyn's hand gladly, both to be guided and to take comfort from the contact. "I did something a little different this time. I hope it's all right?"

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Watts was fond of his routines, that was for certain. But what was also certain was that he trusted Steven implicitly.

“I am sure it will be,” Watts said, leaning over to give Steven a kiss on the cheek before settling into his own chair.

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The kiss offered even more comfort, and encouragement, so Steven began unpacking the day's lunch. It was in containers from home as well and included caprese sandwiches made with slices of Llewellyn's bread, a tabbouleh salad, and a fruit salad with oranges, red and green apples, pineapple, and grapes.

"I - er - I know it's not new cuisine or anything. A country. But... I made it myself? For you?" Steven looked hopeful that might be still worthwhile for Llewellyn.

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Watts brought a fist up to cover his mouth as he looked over what Steven had unpacked, all he could manage in response a soft “Oh!”

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Steven looked down at the food then up at Llewellyn. "Is it - we can order something in if you don't care for it."

Steven had been greatly limited by what he felt brave enough to try preparing on his own, after all. It would be understandable if Llewellyn had hoped for something more substantial.

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“Don’t be ridiculous,” Watts said. “This is- this is- perfect, you’re perfect, I can’t even remember the last time someone made a meal for me like this.” Well, yes, Nell had cooked meals for him and Steven before, but this was- something altogether different.

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A hopeful smile started to peek out. "Yeah? I was busy all morning putting it together. Wasn't sure I'd get it all done in time."

The kitchen might still be in need of cleaning, in fact.

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“This would have been a very good reason for being tardy,” Watts said. “Though I am glad you weren’t after all.”

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"I started early and all," Steven said. Which was a sign of love right there, Steven doing anything early on a day off.

Steven had brought plates and utensils as well, so he began portioning out the food, making sure Llewellyn's plate had extra servings of his favorite things like fruit.

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“You take such good care of me,” Watts said, in response to both the getting up early and the way Steven was divvying up their lunch.

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Steven ducked his head, pleased at the compliment. "Try to. Care for you, after all."

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And that level of care being something Watts hadn’t really experienced before, it had taken him some time to recognize it for what it was.

“I should like to kiss you right now,” he declared.

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Steven grinned, even more pleased. "Works out well. I'd like to be kissed. By you, I mean."

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“I’d be quite cross if there were other people on your list,” Watts said, as he leaned toward Steven to offer said kiss.

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"Very exclusive," Steven said as he wrapped his arms around Llewellyn's shoulders. "Only the one."

Then Steven kissed him back.

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“Good,” Watts said. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Not that he had any actual doubts in the exclusivity department, but he very much did like to hear as much.

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"Entirely yours," Steven said, since if Llewellyn liked to hear it Steven could certainly expand on the topic. "No one else's."

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“Entirely, hmmm?” Watts murmured. “Even here?” he said, brushing a thumb across a spot on Steven’s neck.

“And here?” his other hand, splayed across Steven’s chest.

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Steven shivered even though both touches made him feel warm. "Entirely. Only yours, Llewellyn Watts."

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“Good,” Watts said again, following that up with a light nip to Steven’s bottom lip.

He might have been tempted to keep going, but Steven had gone to the trouble of making a very nice lunch, after all. It wouldn’t do to ignore it.

But perhaps after lunch…

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At least it wasn't the sort of lunch where they had to worry about it getting cold?

"I'm pretty pleased with it," Steven said, meaning the part about being Llewellyn's. Though he helped out by moving back with a look that suggested later was also something he was pleased about as an option. "Means I get to enjoy the highlight of my week."