aterat | A quiet afternoon and surprise packages

Who; Llewellyn & Rhy
What; Closed Log
Where; Their house
When; Sometime in September, I’m late
Warnings; None but will update if necessary

It was a quiet, almost cozy afternoon for one household in the neighborhood just off the main streets of the market district. The warm, bright afternoon sun filtered in through the windows that had been left open in favor of the light breeze for fresh air now that the dreadful foggy weather had cleared away. The summer slowly giving way to the approaching fall season that seemed to signal the change around the market as much as the weather was. The fall drinks, and food, and seasonal items seemed to be everywhere. Llewellyn didn’t find that he minded.

He’d always enjoyed pumpkin pie, so the assorted pumpkin spiced items were definitely intriguing. Which was why he’d brought both him and his husband something home from the café on his way back from work early. Something to sip on and see what they thought as they relaxed and enjoyed one another’s company on one of the afternoons they found themselves free on the same day. Something the detective had come to appreciate and cherish, especially as he knew that the busy season was incoming for his husband. Fall and winter clothing lines would be, he expected, in high demand.

So, the afternoon found them comfortably curled up on the sofa in the library, enjoying the peace and whatever book or project they had on the go in one another’s company. Drinks set on the end tables on either side, and a companionable silence occasionally interrupted by relaxed musings.

Stifling a little yawn, Llewellyn stretched slightly, avoiding the mug on the side table before marking the page of the book in his hand. Eyes drifting to see how Rhy was, he chuckled softly. “Mm… I can’t think of a more comfortable way to spend an afternoon. Though I fear if I find myself much more comfortable, I’ll be napping on you.”

Not that he thought his husband would complain. A little nap here wasn’t a bad thing. Though, unbeknownst to Llewellyn, the quiet would probably be broken soon, as a delivery was incoming as someone walked up the sidewalk towards their home. Undoubtedly, the barking doorbell (Pretzel) would alert them to it soon.

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"That is the point," Rhy smiles. "And I would be glad to use the quilt. To share in the warmth of your body."

Not to mention just liking to be near his husband.

"We'll have to see if Pretzel wants under or over it."

“Then the quilt we shall have!” Llewellyn agreed, and he chuckled softly. “I’m sure he’ll make his preferences known soon enough. I expect it will depend on if he’s in a cuddly mood himself or not.”

Disappearing to the closet, he reached up on the shelves to retrieve the quilt so he could get that arranged for when Rhy was ready.

"When is he not in a cuddly mood?" Rhy asks with a laugh as he heads off toward the kitchen. A new kettle of rose tea he thinks. Maybe with some cinnamon to spice it up. "And I shall heat some of those seed cakes to go with it.

“A good point, certainly.” He responded with a soft chuckle himself over his shoulder. Their little (or rather large by now) fluff-butt did love to cuddle and take up space on someone’s lap for extra attention whenever allowed.

As Rhy went to the kitchens, Llewellyn finished gathering up the quilt mentioned and returned to the library sofa to unfold and spread it out for them to enjoy once the other returned.

Pretzel himself had taken to trotting around behind Rhy in the kitchen, interested in what the other was up to.

Of course the trailing dog is given one of his little biscuits as a treat. Rhy just dotes too much on the dog. Once that is done he fills the tray with treats for him and Llewellyn. Once the tea is ready he heads into the library with a smile.

"Ready, darling?"

Pretzel, given the chance to speak, would probably assure his humans that they doted on him just enough rather than too much, surely. He dutifully followed after finishing off his little biscuit, happy to join both of them in the library.

“Of course, dear. I have the quilt all ready for snuggling and I see you have the tea, Pretzel, and mm… I see some treats as well, so I dare say we have a cozy, relaxing afternoon tea ahead of us.” He responded with a small chuckle.

"Indeed," he agrees with a smile as he moves to put the tray on a table. And, of course, to move the table closer. Yes, that is much better.

"Now help me get snuggled in if you would."

“It would be my pleasure, my love.” He responded with a small grin as Rhy set the tray on the table. Picking up the blanket, he waited till his husband was comfortable on the sofa and gestured to Pretzel, who immediately hopped up and flopped his head on Rhy’s lap for easy patting access! Once they were situated, Llewellyn spread the quilt out to ensure it would cover the three of them and carefully situated himself on the sofa to comfortably snuggle with his family. “There we are. I believe we have achieved mm… a perfectly cozy level of snuggled.” He added with a soft chuckle, relaxing again as they had earlier.

Ah, what a perfectly lovely place for their pupper to cuddle his head down.

"The perfect level indeed," Rhy agrees with a warm smile. And he just can't help but be so happy here.

"This moment might be perfect, beloved."

Llewellyn smiled at that, enjoying the warmth of both the blanket and company. “I think you’re right. I can’t think of anywhere that would be nicer than here with you and pretzel.” He responded softly, tilting his head at his husband with a pleased tone. They could enjoy their afternoon like this, hopefully without further interruptions. It was nice, the Detective thought, that they could take a day off together once in a while.

"Surely there is no better place," Rhy says with a grin.

Because this is the greatest heaven he has known. The love and support and domestic bliss without the weight of a whole nation on his shoulders. This was perfect.

And Llewellyn could imagine nothing he would rather be doing, nowhere he’d rather go. To be able to relax in the company of his husband and not fear someone sending someone in to throw accusations at them, that they could have their quiet life together without being torn apart or hiding it from everyone… He would agree, this was truly perfect.

And he rested his head on Rhy’s shoulder with a content hum, allowing himself to drift in the comfortable warmth of the other’s company.

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