Philanthropic Coder's Mansion

Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has every language reference book ever written, including now-useless titles like Learn Javascript 2.0! and C++ Programming for Windows 95. (Why are you keeping those?) One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.

Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your collection of every console and associated game ever made. Except the Intellivision -- those controllers drive them NUTS. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream Home!

[ooc: Library sex in the comments.]

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[Private to Ianto]

Well, I don't think muscle atrophy is really such a big worry. It's not like we'll just be lying there the whole time. And bed sores...same thing really.

Maybe we can work on your notions of romance together.

[Private to Lorne]

Maybe if we leave the bed occasionally to snog on the couch . . .

[Private to Ianto]

We could certainly do that. Maybe our goal should just be not leaving the flat for a week. We can work up to staying in bed the whole time.

[Private to Lorne]

You're so cute, with your schedules.

I know for certain I can do about two days, but beyond that I start craving being upright and breathing fresh air.

[Private to Ianto]

Yes, I know. I'm adorable.

I don't think I'd probably actually be able to stay in bed that long either. A couple days is okay, but pretty soon you've got all that pent up energy, and you can't fuck it all out.

[Private to Lorne]

You are indeed.

That's why we went jogging, if you recall . . .

[Private to Ianto]

So are you, babe.

I do recall. I also recall what went on after the jogging.

[Private to ]

Thank you, sweetheart.

Mmm. That was a good day.

[Private to Ianto]

They were all good days.

[Private to Lorne]

They were.

I miss you.

[Private to Ianto]

I miss you too, darling.

[Private to Lorne]

*curls up and lays my head on your chest*

[Private to Ianto]

*wraps my arms around you and rests my cheek on top of your head*

[Private to Lorne]

Have I sent you this song? Wake Up (http://www.box.net/shared/b61be06cb1) by Coheed and Cambria. It feels . . . relevant today.

[Private to Ianto]

You hadn't. It's beautiful.

God, Ianto, I love you.

[Private to Lorne]

I love you too, sweetheart. I'm glad you like it.

[Private to Ianto]

Is it getting easier for you?

[Private to Lorne]

Is what getting easier? Living without you?

[Private to Ianto]

Yeah.

I feel like...I don't know...like we should be used to this.

[Private to Lorne]

Missing you has gone from a sharp pain to a dull ache, but it still hurts.

Is that what you mean?

[Private to Ianto]

I'm not sure what I mean. I guess that's it.

My brain keeps telling me that everything gets easier with time. And I can't decide if I want this to or not.

[Private to Lorne]

I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me, Lorne.

[Private to Ianto]

Okay, that was a really awkward way of saying it, I guess.

Part of me wants this to be easier, because, god, it fucking hurts to be so far away. And part of me doesn't want it to be easier because, I don't know...I'm afraid of not feeling this, maybe? As long as it hurts, it's real.

I'm not making any sense here. I'm sorry, babe.

[Private to Lorne]

No, it makes sense.

Sometimes I think if it stops hurting it's time for either another visit or we need to talk about the state of our relationship.