for those of you wondering about his (and my) whereabouts

[likesthecoat]

Lorne arrived in Cardiff last night safe and sound, and I'm occupied today with keeping him amused.

Comments

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Keeping me amused? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

That's what I'm calling it for their sakes.

Unless you want me to say "Lorne and I are screwing each other stupid. Go away."

Which I could also do.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Am I meant to be screwing you stupid? I've got an awful long way to go then. Guess I better get back to it.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

*laughs* That's my foot, silly.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

What? I like your feet.

Mmmm...and your elbows.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

The sound you hear is not me giggling. Nope. Not one bit.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Of course not. What we have here is some very manly, deep-chested laughter. There's no giggling in this bed.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

. . . which is worse, that we're sitting next to each other and talking to each other this way, or that we're not snogging?

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I think lack of snogging is always a tragedy, and should be remedied as soon as humanly possible.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Mmmmmm . . . you taste like oranges.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Oranges and coffee. The perfect breakfast.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

And the perfect person to eat it with.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Awww...you think I'm perfect.

I can't even pretend to not be blushing here.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Of course I think you're perfect. Even your blush is perfect.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Dork. I love you.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Geek. I love you too.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Hmmm...didn't you say you were ticklish once?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

NOT WITH ELECTRONICS IN MY LAP, MAJOR.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Electronics keep you from being ticklish? That's handy.

*does not pout*

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I don't want you tickling me and making me drop the computer.

You're pouting. Fortunately I know what to do about that.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Mmm...yes you do.

I've mentioned that I love it when you call me major, right?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I'm a quick study.

Yes, you have.

This is my smug face. You'll get to know it well.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I don't mind. I've noticed it always seems to come after you've done something I particularly enjoy.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

And you're remarkably easy to please. Or maybe I just have you figured out.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Damn. I'm going to have to work on my mystique. You'll be bored with me in no time.