likesthecoat | (no subject)

Is that a promise?

Hmmm...probably best not to use it, as you're the only Welsh person I know, but I'll keep it for myself.

[ooc: May I steal it for use in my as yet unnamed Ianto/Lorne 'verse?]

That is a promise.

Gwen speaks Welsh too, so . . . it'd be hard to explain why, I suppose.

But I love that picture of you. My tattooed boy.

This is one I made for myself, from the picture Sam took of me.

[ooc: Absolutely.]

I'm going to hold you to that.

*laughs* That was my one and only truly rebellious moment. I thought my dad was going to kick me out of the house.

Very nice. You have the best innocent face I've seen here yet.

[ooc: Yay! Thank you. Will, of course, credit.]

It's beautiful. I can't wait to see it close up.

Thank you. I'm rather fond of it, as it's the only face I've got.

[ooc: :D]

I'm glad you think so. I designed it myself.

I'm rather fond of it too. And you have some faces that are anything but innocent.

Did you? What's the design? From the angle in the picture it's hard to tell aside from the colors.

Like my "you're in for it" face?

It's Dream's helm from the Sandman graphic novels. That was the other part of my rebellion.

I really like that one.

. . . you are scoring so many points with me today.

Good. I like that one--the big beaming smile and how blue your eyes look.

I was a geeky kid in high school. I was also a jock. I had a bit of an identity crisis.

That's what I look like when I think of you.

*laughs* So was I. Picture, if you will, a big skinny kid reading Martin Amis at rugby practice and you'll have a good idea of my formative years.

*blushes* God, you're amazing.

Sounds familiar. For me it was Gaiman and soccer, but that sounds about right.

See, now I'm blushing again.

If we were lying on your bed right about now, having drowsy pillow talk, now would be time when I'd touch your face and start kissing you again.

Mmm...now there's a nice thought. Still naked. Just touching and kissing lazy and slow.

Yes. Slow and lazy and sweet.

And my bed's awfully small, so you'd have to be lying on top of me.

Mm, that sounds nice. And we're still slippery from before so I have to keep adjusting, and . . . well, you know. Mid-twenties physiology.

Hell, by this time, with you on top of me wiggling around like that, even mid-thirties physiology's kicking in again.

Mm . . . so sliding down and stroking your ego will get some interesting results, won't it.

Damn. You're doing pretty well with that innuendo now.

I think if you stroked it a bit, you'd see some definite improvement.

*laughs* I just have to settle in and get comfortable, don't I?

So, there's kissing and stroking and more kissing . . . because you, my good Major, are hot and sexy and beautiful and I just want to touch you for hours.

I guess so.

And more stroking and more kissing...'cause you lying there all naked is just too much skin not to be touched.

Mmmm. Tongue and lips and fingertips, just slow and gentle over you.

And you're so warm and solid on top of me. So beautiful and relaxed, smooth, pale skin. Perfect.

Relaxed, eh? Must be time to play with you a little . . . see where you're ticklish and where I can get you to shudder when I kiss you there.