"My mother taught me how to embroider. I hated it. But your patience and thoughtfulness, Watson. I am always going to be appreciative of that." He leans in to give Watson a warm, slow kiss.
"Oh, you're not getting embroidery for me. We'll leave that task in our life to César." That's only mostly a joke--look, he can very easily imagine their boyfriend with an embroidery needle in hand, deep in concentration.
Watson chuckles, because it is, actually, very amusing, and adorable, and probably pretty believable. "I also thought about writing you a sonnet, but I like you far too much to inflict my poetry on you."
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Date: 2022-08-01 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-08-01 09:06 pm (UTC)"Well," he says, when they do break apart, "I doubt you'll get any embroidery from me, but I'm glad you like it."
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Date: 2022-08-02 01:49 pm (UTC)(It's an adorable mental image, isn't it?)
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Date: 2022-08-02 04:24 pm (UTC)Prose only, sorry.