Heart's Too Big
Who: Alfred and Ivan
When: ~Valentine's Day~
Where: Alfred's apartment (because Ivan's a bum and didn't pay the heating bill)
What: Since last year's Valentine's Day involved a lot plate throwing and yelling, Ivan and Alfred thought they'd try something new this year. It's called fluff.
Alfred had a feeling this is going to be a good night.
The box Ivan had brought in for Valentine's Day was big, at least the size of a small refrigerator, and Alfred was having a really hard time keeping his eyes on the burgers he was trying to cook. A bigger distraction might have been the arms around his waist and the mouth at his neck, which was stuck between complaining about Alfred's food choice and teasing the cigarette burn at the top of his spine. If teeth ever got involved, Ivan would be met by Alfred jabbing his elbow back.
There isn't much talk between them and whatever talk there is, is soft, quiet and surprisingly cheesy for them, but Alfred really doesn't mind because it's all true and natural unlike last year which had been hard, awkward and all a charade. This year, there was nothing between them but a few layers of clothing and those weren't going to last the night.
Ivan doesn't let him open the box until they've eaten and he's kissed Alfred at least two more times (he blames it on the apron which clearly reads 'Kiss the Cook' and he's not one to ignore an invitation like that). Dumping the plates into the sink and putting the leftovers away, Alfred made his way over to the couch, still standing as he watched Ivan place the box on the coffee table. The Russian sat down waving a hand as an invitation to start opening it. Placing his own gift next to the large one, Alfred tore eagerly at the large present.
Glancing inside, he found another gift. Weird. Pulling the remains of the bigger box away, Alfred placed the smaller one on the table, arching an eyebrow at Ivan.
When: ~Valentine's Day~
Where: Alfred's apartment (because Ivan's a bum and didn't pay the heating bill)
What: Since last year's Valentine's Day involved a lot plate throwing and yelling, Ivan and Alfred thought they'd try something new this year. It's called fluff.
Alfred had a feeling this is going to be a good night.
The box Ivan had brought in for Valentine's Day was big, at least the size of a small refrigerator, and Alfred was having a really hard time keeping his eyes on the burgers he was trying to cook. A bigger distraction might have been the arms around his waist and the mouth at his neck, which was stuck between complaining about Alfred's food choice and teasing the cigarette burn at the top of his spine. If teeth ever got involved, Ivan would be met by Alfred jabbing his elbow back.
There isn't much talk between them and whatever talk there is, is soft, quiet and surprisingly cheesy for them, but Alfred really doesn't mind because it's all true and natural unlike last year which had been hard, awkward and all a charade. This year, there was nothing between them but a few layers of clothing and those weren't going to last the night.
Ivan doesn't let him open the box until they've eaten and he's kissed Alfred at least two more times (he blames it on the apron which clearly reads 'Kiss the Cook' and he's not one to ignore an invitation like that). Dumping the plates into the sink and putting the leftovers away, Alfred made his way over to the couch, still standing as he watched Ivan place the box on the coffee table. The Russian sat down waving a hand as an invitation to start opening it. Placing his own gift next to the large one, Alfred tore eagerly at the large present.
Glancing inside, he found another gift. Weird. Pulling the remains of the bigger box away, Alfred placed the smaller one on the table, arching an eyebrow at Ivan.