(no subject)

[likesthecoat]

Second jam-making experiment today.

More apricot: one plain batch, one with a bit of cinnamon in. I had some of that, of course--I had to verify it's edible. (It was.)

It's been a quiet day. I can't say as I mind.


[ooc: Contents get adulty.]

Comments

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, yes. Yes. My heart pounding hard and fast because I'm so excited when you touch me.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Want to run my hands all over your chest and your arms and kiss you slowly and taste you deep.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Bury my mouth in your hair. Feel your muscles as you move. Hear your moans, hear you say my name.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Moan into your ear and lick your neck and kiss your jaw.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Lick my way down your chest, kiss your nipples, lick your happy trail.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, god yes, babe.

Tangle my fingers in your hair and arch my hips into you.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Wanting you so much, want to feel you in me, around me, wanting your taste on my tongue, your heat in my mouth.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

God, I want to feel you, want to be inside you.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I want to take you into me slowly, carefully, my hands on your hips and my hips grinding into the bed because I'm so turned on I can't help myself.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Christ, Ianto...

I want to bury myself inside you, be as close to you as I can, make love to you so, so slowly.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I want to wrap my arms around you, so lost in you nothing else matters, nothing exists outside this bed.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Yes. Just you, Ianto. Just you under me and around me and holding me. I want to bury my face in your skin and smell you and taste you until you're burned into all my senses. Nothing but you.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh mhy god, baby. Oh, god. Yes, I just--yes.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Fuck, darling, I love you so much...god, I love you I love you I love you.

[ooc: Rest well.]

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I love you, sweetheart. I love you. I love your body and your heart and your mind and your soul. I love you.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, god, baby...I just...

Fuck.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

What? Did I say something wrong?

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

No. Not at all.

That was just...really intense, you know? Almost...desperate.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

*sighs* This is why I feel strange about being really effusive. I'm always afraid it'll read as insincere.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

That's not it at all, babe. I didn't mean just that comment. I meant this whole thread. Both of us. It was...intense and desperate and...good, I think.

You didn't sound insincere at all.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh. Well, good. Intense is good.

Perhaps we are a little desperate. We're so close to getting what we want but so much could still go wrong.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Don't say that, babe. It's going to work out. It is.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I hope so. I feel a bit like throwing salt over my shoulder, though.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

You're making me a little nervous here. Got something on your mind?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Celtic melancholy, probably. Or that I'm just not used to being happy.