Trooper Station, Friday

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The mood about the station today could really only be described as anticipatory. The Troopers were clearly waiting for something to happen, and in the meantime were being pretty good about actually getting their work done without complaint. Which Watts was obviously perfectly fine with.

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Was lunch with a beau something anticipated by at least one person at the station? Because at lunchtime Steven was at Llewellyn's office door with the insulated lunch bag and a paper tray with two iced mochas.

"Hello, you."

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It was, at that. Watts looked up from one of the seemingly endless reams of paperwork with a smile. “Hello, you.”

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Steven came in and tried to nudge the door closed with his foot since his hands were full.

"How are you? Doing all right?"

It had been hours since they'd seen each other. Obviously he had to check.

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“Better, always, in your presence,” Watts said fondly. But also it had been strangely reassuring, in a way, to find out that he hadn’t been the only one having odd dreams. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see what the island had in store.

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"Funnily enough, so is mine," Steven said with a smile. The door finally, if awkwardly, closed, Steven came over to the desk to put his things down. "I brought coffees as well."

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“I love you,” Watts said fervently.

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"Thought those might go a treat," Steven said. And then, in case Llewellyn was uncertain about that love, he added, "They're mochas."

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“Come here so I might thank you properly,” Watts told him, standing up.

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Now that his hands were free, Steven was more than happy to. It had been hours since any kisses as well. "Don't mind if I do."

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“You,” Watts declared. “Are the most wonderful, most thoughtful beau a man could ask for.” And then he proceeded to back up that declaration with a kiss.

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Steven kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Llewellyn to hold him close. "I love you as well, you see. Makes it easy."

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“Thank you,” Watts said, resting his forehead against Steven’s. “For lunch. For the coffee. For the last few days.”

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"You are both welcome and worth it," Steven told him. He reached up to cup Llewellyn's cheeks with both hands. "I did mention the part about loving you, yeah?"

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“You did at that,” Watts said fondly.

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"Still true," Steven told him, giving him another kiss. "There's a hidden treat with lunch as well. Something to bring you a smile, maybe."

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“Oh?” Watts said. “I am intrigued.”

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"Here, I'll show you." Steven gave Llewellyn one last kiss then stepped away to unpack the food. He took out a couple of Oaxacan bowls "There we are. Give you a hint, it's one of the flavors."

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“It certainly looks wonderful,” Watts said. “I shall put my detective skills to use, then, and see if I can figure out which particular flavour you mean.”

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"Shall I?" Steven asked, motioning to his usual seat. "And I thought it might give you a bit of cheer. Something to ease your week after everything."

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“Please,” Watts nodded, gesturing for Steven to sit. “Even just that you thought of such a thing already has me delighted,” he admitted. “You are very sweet.”

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Steven had an extra pleased smile at that given that the hidden flavor was, in fact, sweet. But he kept that to himself so Llewellyn could have the pleasure of solving the puzzle. "I can tell you as soon as I saw the recipe I knew I had to make it for you."

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“How curious,” Watts remarked with a smile before he picked up a forkful and chewed thoughtfully.

“Oh, that is good,” he reported, pleased.

Though no, he hadn’t figured out what specific flavour Steven had mentioned.

(Likely because that forkful had contained no pecans.)

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"Yeah?" Steven asked. Of course he'd taste tested before bringing it over, but it was always good to see Llewellyn liked the result. "Excellent. I thought it looked nice. Wasn't too bad to make either."

If you didn't count the first few failed attempts at preparing the pecans without burning them. But that was between Steven and the rubbish bin.

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Watts took another forkful, again chewing thoughtfully. There was a bit of a different crunch to this bite, and-

“Is that maple?”

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Steven beamed proudly. "It is! Maple syrup on the pecans."

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“I like it,” Watts declared. “It’s sweet- not as sweet as you yourself, of course.”

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"Cheeky," Steven told him. But it was clear from his fond smile that he didn't mind it.

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"I speak only the truth," Watts said loftily, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Steven's cheek. "As you well know."

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"Well I'm glad it gave you a smile," Steven said. "Not only because you're so handsome when you do."

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"You make me smile just being near me," Watts admitted.

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Steven obligingly scooted his chair closer. "How's that?"

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Watts laughed. "Getting warmer."

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Laughing, Steven scooted his chair even closer, deliberately leaving about an inch of space so that there was still room. "There, how's that?"

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Watts pretended to think about it. "Almost perfect," he declared.

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Steven likewise pretended not to know what Llewellyn was talking about. "What could possibly fix it?"

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In reply, Watts scooted himself over, so that he was straddling Steven's lap.

"There. All better."

He'd have to move back to his own chair eventually, since eating lunch like this might prove difficult, but for the moment he was just going to enjoy being sat where he was, thanks.

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Steven laughed in delighted surprise, because that was not the solution he'd been expecting. He put his hands on Llewellyn's waist to help him balance. "It's a nicer view for me, that's for certain."

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"My favourite place to be," Watts murmured, leaning down to kiss him.

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Steven had no problem whatsoever with kissing Llewellyn back. Even if it was difficult to eat lunch that way.