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I feel very strange without you. I'm used to missing you; but without being able to pop online and see your replies it's a new and different kind of missing, and I don't like it.

Not that I like the other kind, either, but . . . you know what I mean.

I've had two dreams about you this week. Both of them good. One of them also was kind of about my nephew Rhodri who sometimes (you know how things are in dreams, things change all the time) was also our child . . . I woke up from that one confused but glad.

All I can say is that it's been on my mind since Rhodri was born. Euan and I were always close when I was growing up, so I suppose his becoming a father has made my own desire for it a bit more pronounced. And I have wanted it, I can't deny that. Sometimes I still do. Sometimes I think it's a mad thing to want and it would only be asking for trouble.

God, this is very serious, isn't it? Just showing you the places my mind has been going lately--if it has the side effect of scaring you off, I apologize.

Let me tell you a story. When my niece Carys was three years old Lisa and I were watching her one afteroon, and the two of them took a nap while I read in the lounge. Carys didn't want to sleep, though, so she came out to find me: I heard her creeping around, trying to keep quiet by walking on her toes, though she didn't try to hide, really. So I'd watch her over the top of my book and she'd pick her way into the lounge and then out again, and finally when she got tired of this she climbed up into the armchair with me and got under my arm. She didn't say anything and neither did I--she didn't even ask me to read to her, she just leaned her head against my chest and went back to sleep, just like that.

I love that much trust.

I'm sure I'll get over this eventually, like when I remember how much work babies are.

Still miss you.

[ooc: Comments are adult contenty.]

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Mmmm...you still paint the prettiest pictures, Ianto.

That's what I'm here for, love.

I see it going this way: you come in, tired from the mission, and then you see me. And you smile.

And I get up and start helping you out of those BDUs, and rub your shoulders to get the tension out--with quite a few kisses, too. Also to help with the tension, you understand.

It's a very big smile too.

And I make your job very difficult, because I won't let go of you long enough for you to get me out of my BDUs. And I can't stop kissing you.

And I haven't the heart to scold you even though you're making my job difficult--I'm so glad to see you a little delay in making you comfortable doesn't matter much.

And I can't stop kissing you either.

And once you have gotten me out of them, I pull you over to the bed and lie down next to you and just kiss you and touch you, running my hands over your back and your chest, and trailing my fingers over your face.

Mmm. As tempting as it is to just lie here and let you pet me I have to kiss and touch you back, on all my favorite places.

Tell me what your favorite places are.

Oh, let's see . . . For starters, your ear. Where your chin meets your neck. The tip of your nose. The base of your throat. Over your heart. Your palm, and the inside of your wrist.

And your mouth, of course.

Does that mean it's my turn now?

I love to kiss you just behind your ear and along your colar bone and on your nose and the inside of your elbow and in the hollow of your hip.

And I can never get enough of your mouth.

Sure, if you want it to be :).

That's a very good list.

And I love the bottoms of your feet and the backs of your knees and the inside of your thighs, and the small of your back and your shoulderblades.

I just love to be able to touch you, to run my hands over your skin as it heats up under my touch. I love to press my fingers into the muscles on your back and run my thumb over your hip and slide my hand up your thigh.

. . . damn, Lorne.

I almost don't know what to say in response--I feel like I'm just lying coiled under your hands, watching you touch me.

I'm just going to keep touching you then. Tickle your ribs lightly with my fingertips and kiss the place where your neck and shoulder meet and slide my hand up your back to curl my fingers into your hair.

Mmm. I love this, this slow and gentle touching, your beautiful hands on my skin.

I have to touch you back. I love the sound of my skin on your skin. Your stomach under my fingertips, for instance, feeling it flutter as I touch you.

God, Ianto...that icon is gorgeous. You're gorgeous.

I love to feel you touching me. I want your hands on me always.

And I have to kiss you again. Slow and gentle and long. And I pull you closer to me, so that our bodies are pressed together.

I thought you'd like that.

Every intake of your breath, every beat of your heart, every jump of your muscles. I feel them all.

And, god, your mouth on mine . . . it's perfect, you rsoft lips and your slick tongue . . .

You taste incredible. And your body up against mine is perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.

I'm still running my hands across your skin, up and down your back.

My hands re sliding up and down your sides, from chest to hip. I kiss your neck and your chest, your collarbones and down to your belly.

God, that's good. I arch into your touch, keeping one hand on the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair, because I can't stop touching you.

Mmm . . . arching. I like arching. It lets me get my hands under your hips and and my mouth between your thighs.

So good, Ianto. I hook one leg behind your back and moan.

Oh, I like moaning, too. I suck on your hip bones and lick your navel, and rub my cheek against your cock.

Fuck. That makes my cock twitch.

God, Ianto, please touch me.

[ooc: Popping out for a bit. Should be back in half an hour or so.]

I am touching you, love, but if you need more I can certainly touch you more. Like wrapping my hand around your cock and slowly stroking you as I kiss your chest.

[ooc: no problem.]

Yes, just like that. Your hands are amazing.

I pull you up so I can kiss you properly.

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