likesthecoat | Bute Park, Cardiff

Martha's teasing tone dropped a bit as she lowered her own head to try and see Ianto's face a bit better, "How are you managing love? Seriously?"

[ooc: have I mentioned I kind of love their relationship?]

He shrugs and spreads a bit of jam on a slice of baguette.

"The only time I'm not thinking about Lorne and missing him and wanting him is when I'm with Jack, and that's mostly because at those particular times I'm not thinking much at all."

[ooc: Me too. They're so easy with each other. *crosses fingers Jones&Jones are like this next season on TW*]

Martha nods, noting the second name but not commenting on it just yet. "He's a necessary distraction, among other things."

[ooc: oh yeah, very easy and relaxed and martha can do things to him and not worry if he'll take it the wrong way. She rather likes that. *hopes so too, though I honestly had a bit of a soft spot for Ianto/Martha before TIC*

"I suppose so." He chuckles dryly. "You missed all my angst about whether I should sleep with him or not earlier this year. I used to write about him a lot. Now that we've actually . . . well, settled things, I suppose, I find I have much less to say. Unless someone wanted to hear my raptures about my lover's cock or something, which would be in pretty bad taste."

And with the Torchwood team on the site, just a bad idea all around.

[ooc: If those rumors about Ianto getting a girlfriend turns out to be Martha that would be AWESOME.]

"No, by all means, please. If you need to get it out I understand, postulate on your lovers cock," Martha nods and tries so very hard to retain a straight face.

[ooc: you know, that may be the only way I handle a break in the Jack/Ianto...]

Ianto lies back on the grass and laughs and laughs. "Oh, god, no. I don't think that would be appropriate at all.

"Though it's a very nice cock. I've grown quite fond of it."

[ooc: Exactly. Put him with someone awesome. If she falls for Owen I'd be very disappointed. He already has all the girls!]

Martha's smile grew distinctively evil, "Aw, do you? Is it pretty?"

[ooc: oh god... Martha falls for Owen, Gwen gets with Jack and Tosh and Ianto get no screen time. ...those are my expectations for season 2. That way, if there's a difference, I'll be pleasantly surprised but... I'm a bit skeptical.]

Ianto covers his face with his hands and mutters, "Yes."

Martha cackles delightedly, "I suppose its rather nice to play with pretty things. A man with a pretty cock."

"I can't believe I'm telling you this," Ianto says into his hands.

"I can't believe your admitting to it. So what else, how's his arse? Spectacular?"

"Yes, of course it is. So's his chest and his arms and his legs and his feet and his face. He's completely and utterly beautiful."

Martha smiled slowly, "Strong arms? Broad chest? Spectacular arse... I like your taste in men Ianto."

Martha took a bit of baguette and jam, popping it into her mouth, "So what made you angst about bedding him? He sounds," she waggled her eyebrows to show what she meant.

Ianto sighs and folds his arms behind his head. "Because," he says slowly, "my girlfriend just died earlier this year after a long illness, and even though I know she hasn't really been with me for a long time there's still a lot of guilt about moving on to somebody new."

He stares at the sky a moment. "And because he's my boss."

"Oooh," Martha moves to lay down with Ianto, resting her head on his chest and looking at him. "Oh, Ianto, Ianto, You know how I pry, so just tell me to hush and I will if I pry too far but, what would be wrong with just trying to make a relationship work with him?"

"I'm finding I like having people I can talk to about this. Near and Sam think he's going to break my heart and Lorne gets quiet and hurt when I bring Jack up. I don't want the others at work knowing so they're out, and there really aren't many others I feel that comfortable confiding in."

He takes a deep breath.

"Jack doesn't do relationships. He's . . . got a very unique perspective on the world. I mean, I wouldn't have him any different, but it does make our future look rather limited.

"And now there's Lorne . . . who I just . . . I want him so much I can hardly bear it."

"Ianto, we're danerously treading the line of Shakesperean tragedy here..."

Another dry laugh. "It would only be Shakespearean tragedy if I offed myself just before Lorne came back to Earth to be with me.

"For now it's just three screwed-up people trying to make the best of what they've got, I think."

"Well," Martha leaned forward and pressed her forehead to Ianto's, "You're not allowed to go offing yourself, first of all."

She pulled back, sitting up to card her fingers through Ianto's hair. "I assume you've talked with Lorne? I know leave is difficult to get but is there a chance he might be able to take some time off?

Does John know? I don't remember if you said he did, maybe he could help Lorne get leave... It might be easier making a decision if you know how well you and Lorne do in person. I mean, if you guys are half as good as we are..." She trailed off jokingly.

"No, no plans on offing myself," he says dryly.

"We've talked about it some, but mostly in a 'maybe someday' kind of way.

"He knows. He figured it out. But Lorne keeps telling me how important the work they're doing is and he doesn't want to leave it undone . . ."

"From what I can gather, it's not like their job is ever really going to be over. I take its sort of a life long commitment sort of deal." Martha slowly ran her finers trough Ianto's hair as she thought, wanting to find a solution to Ianto's problem.

"What was the problem with me grabbing him and then taking him back five mninutes after we had taken him again?"

"U.S. Marines tend to frown upon their people disappearing, mostly," Ianto said with a sigh.

"I thought he was in the air force...? I guess they'd also have a similar policy. But what if it was only for like ten minutes he would be gone?"

"Air Force, Marines . . . I can't keep them straight. He's in charge of Marines.

"It's the showing up out of nowhere, taking one of their people and disappearing into nothing that worries me. Not how long you'd be gone. It's a military base. They'd probably notice you right away."

"I can be sneaky... We can... Umm, do you think blue police boxes blend in with their decor?"

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