Ianto opens the package, intrigued by the sounds it makes, and Dahlia’s warning. When he gets it open, however…
He recognizes it immediately, and his eyes go wide, lighting up with pure delight.
“…you got me a—bloody expensive coffeemaker.” He breathes through a laugh. “A Belgian…”
He doesn’t quite get the box shut properly before he’s pulling Dahlia into his arms, kissing her with absolute abandon and a hand sliding up her back to press her as close as possible.
He wonders how quickly he can get a room upstairs, which is absurd because it’s a bloody coffee maker, but it’s a bloody coffee maker and she gave it to him for Christmas and…and…
God help him, he might be falling in love with this ridiculous and wonderful woman.
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He recognizes it immediately, and his eyes go wide, lighting up with pure delight.
“…you got me a—bloody expensive coffeemaker.” He breathes through a laugh. “A Belgian…”
He doesn’t quite get the box shut properly before he’s pulling Dahlia into his arms, kissing her with absolute abandon and a hand sliding up her back to press her as close as possible.
He wonders how quickly he can get a room upstairs, which is absurd because it’s a bloody coffee maker, but it’s a bloody coffee maker and she gave it to him for Christmas and…and…
God help him, he might be falling in love with this ridiculous and wonderful woman.