likesthecoat | (no subject)

You're very welcome.

[Private to Ianto]

I love it.

And I love you.

[Private to Lorne]

I love you too.

Missed you today.

[Private to Ianto]

I missed you too, babe.

What did you do today? Besides making jam.

[Private to Lorne]

Nothing terribly exciting. Bought the apricots. Read a little. Did some wash and cleaned the loo.

What did you do?

[Private to Ianto]

I was on the late shift last night, so I slept in a little this morning. But I brushed up on my cartography with a little surveying on the mainland and set up the mission schedule for next week.

[Private to Lorne]

Mm, sleeping in . . .

That sounds like a good day. Time outdoors, drawing . . .

[Private to Ianto]

It was a good day. It would have been better if you were here. We could've packed a picnic and explored a little. Maybe spent some time on the beach...

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, that does sound lovely. Relaxing in the sunshine, swimming in the ocean, spreading sunblock on each other . . .

[Private to Ianto]

Mmm...sunblock... Gotta be real thorough with that. You're pretty pale, I wouldn't want you to burn.

[Private to Lorne]

Yeah. I need it on every inch of me.

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, yeah? Planning on sunbathing nude?

[Private to Lorne]

. . . if you're the only other person on the beach, sure.

[Private to Ianto]

...in that case, I really will have to be thorough with that sunblock. Really rub it in good.

[Private to Lorne]

Mm. yes. Don't miss a spot.

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, I won't. I'll spread it all over your shoulders and rub it down your back, digging my fingers into your muscles, making sure it really sinks it.

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, baby. That made me gasp.

I'll be perfectly still under your hands. Breathing deeply. Trembling a little.

[Private to Ianto]

Mmmm...and your skin will be so slick from the lotion that my hands will just slide right across your back. And I'll let them slide down to your beautiful ass and make sure it's completely covered. Last thing we want is for you to burn your ass.

[Private to Lorne]

Yes, that would make going back to work difficult.

And you'd miss my arse, wouldn't you.

[Private to Ianto]

God, yes. I always miss your ass. It's perfect. Just enough to fill my hands. And that sweet, sweet curve...Christ, it's beautiful.

[Private to Lorne]

Oh god, Lorne. I want you so fucking much right this very instant. God. Why are you so far away?

[Private to Ianto]

Fuck, nights like this I can't even remember. I want to be there with you, in your bed, touching you, kissing you.

[Private to Lorne]

Or even on some beach, naked in the sun with you.

It doesn't matter where. Anywhere. You and me and mouths and fingers and . . . god.

[Private to Ianto]

God, yes. Anywhere. Just you in my arms. I want to touch you and taste you and smell you.

[Private to Lorne]

Yes. Yes. I want to kiss your mouth slowly, so slowly, tease you with my tongue.

[Private to Ianto]

Mmhm...hold you close and kiss you back, bury my fingers in your hair and flick my tongue against yours.