The flat is their own wonderland after a spliff and an hour of Tomb Raider. Tim lays sprawled across the beanbag with Colin nuzzled into his lap snoring into his jacket pocket.
“Oh. My. God!” Daisy screams, sitting bolt upright from where she’d been lounging on the sofa; “Oh my God, Tim. I can’t believe you never told me before.”
Slowly, a blond eyebrow arches and he turns a pulled look toward her.
“All the awkward embraces, the way you take care of him and pack him lunches! The way he looks at you like there’s nobody else in the room…”
“What…” he shakes his head, licking away a stray smudge of chocolate from the devoured packet of digestives that he’d found in the cupboard. “What are you talking about?”
“The longing puppy-dog frown when you forget things…”
“Daisy, am I in this conversation?”
“You… you…” she giggles loudly, giving him an awkward, stoned wink. “You…”
Tim gulps loudly.
She flops back down on the couch and says; “How could I have been so stupid? So blind? Of course, it all makes so much bloody sense…”
“You’re not stupid… it was just a… I dunno… we don’t do it all the time.”
“You do! You lying bastard, you were doing it just last week when I came in your room! You’ve been eating Mike’s Hobnobs.”
The other eyebrow rises; “Is that some sort of obscure euphemism?”
Her grin spreads and she points at the empty wrapper. “Better buy more.
“Right. Of course. More biscuits.”
She giggles again, lying back on the sofa. “I’ll keep my lips sealed about it. Our secret.”
“You do that.” Tim shakes his head, flushing pink. “For a second there I thought you were going to say we’re lovers.”
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"Hobnob Gobbler" (Spaced, gen)
Date: 2013-03-18 04:43 am (UTC)“Oh. My. God!” Daisy screams, sitting bolt upright from where she’d been lounging on the sofa; “Oh my God, Tim. I can’t believe you never told me before.”
Slowly, a blond eyebrow arches and he turns a pulled look toward her.
“All the awkward embraces, the way you take care of him and pack him lunches! The way he looks at you like there’s nobody else in the room…”
“What…” he shakes his head, licking away a stray smudge of chocolate from the devoured packet of digestives that he’d found in the cupboard. “What are you talking about?”
“The longing puppy-dog frown when you forget things…”
“Daisy, am I in this conversation?”
“You… you…” she giggles loudly, giving him an awkward, stoned wink. “You…”
Tim gulps loudly.
She flops back down on the couch and says; “How could I have been so stupid? So blind? Of course, it all makes so much bloody sense…”
“You’re not stupid… it was just a… I dunno… we don’t do it all the time.”
“You do! You lying bastard, you were doing it just last week when I came in your room! You’ve been eating Mike’s Hobnobs.”
The other eyebrow rises; “Is that some sort of obscure euphemism?”
Her grin spreads and she points at the empty wrapper. “Better buy more.
“Right. Of course. More biscuits.”
She giggles again, lying back on the sofa. “I’ll keep my lips sealed about it. Our secret.”
“You do that.” Tim shakes his head, flushing pink. “For a second there I thought you were going to say we’re lovers.”
“Don’t be stupid, Tim. Everyone knows that.”