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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.]

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[Private to Ianto]

You may have to. She gets a little...enthusiastic at Christmas. Thanksgiving too.

[Private to Lorne]

For some reason that melts me a little.

[Private to Ianto]

That my mom will want to drown you in cookies and breads?

[Private to Lorne]

Yes.

I mean, it's pretty damn cute. Your mum likes me. It makes me happy.

[Private to Ianto]

Of course she likes you. You're you. And you make me happy. There was absolutely no way she wasn't going to like you.

[Private to Lorne]

Thank you, sweetheart. *kisses*

I worried, before I met her, that she wouldn't. I wasn't sure how much she knew about us, for one thing, or how she'd feel about her son's lover being a man.

[Private to Ianto]

You're welcome, darling. *kisses back*

That's understandable, given my situation. Both my parents were actually always open-minded about that sort of thing. My mom was better at expressing it than my dad, but I always knew he'd be okay with it.

[Private to Lorne]

Exactly. My parents are okay with it for me because they've had ten years to get used to the idea--my father, particularly, took a while to come round.

But she didn't detest me on sight, so I counted that as a win.

[Private to Ianto]

It's been a long time since I brought someone home. I think she was really glad to know I've got someone in my life.

Of course, it helped that you're so amazing.

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, sweetheart . . . *blushes and kisses you*

My parents loved you too, you know.

[Private to Ianto]

*grins and kisses you back*

Did they? Even your dad?

[Private to Lorne]

Even my dad. He's gotten used to me having boyfriends.

. . . not that I've had a tonne of them, you understand.

[Private to Ianto]

I just always seem to have a harder time getting dads to like me than moms.

...really? You don't bring home a different guy every weekend?

[Private to Lorne]

Dads are protective in a different way than mums, I expect. More of a "What are you doing to my child" while mums tend to think "Are you making my child happy".

. . . really. I only bring home a different bloke every other weekend.

[Private to Ianto]

Well, apparently I look like the sort of person who is doing perverted things to my significant others.

...oh, well that's all right then. Dork.

[Private to Lorne]

Yes, you do. That innocent smile isn't fooling anyone. You're a sex machine and it's in every line of your face.

Geek.

[Private to Ianto]

What, this smile? It's completely innocent. Would someone with that face be doing perverted things to anyone?

[Private to Lorne]

Yes.

I know where that tongue's been.

[Private to Ianto]

Mmm...so do I. Such nice memories.

[Private to Lorne]

*sighs happily*

I want to say something about nipples but I suspect it's mostly because nipples is such a funny word.

Nipples.

[Private to Ianto]

It is, isn't it?

Have you seen the Bit of Fry and Laurie sketch where Hugh Laurie goes into the police station, and says his name is Mr. Nippl-e, but it's pronounced like a lighter dropped on the counter?

[Private to Lorne]

No, I haven't seen that one. I must now.

I miss your body.

[Private to Ianto]

Here. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0npR64qy2qY)

I miss yours too. I miss running my tongue over your skin.

[Private to Lorne]

Genius. I love it.

(I didn't actually mean right now this very second, but I love that you found it for me anyway.)

I miss your nipples. They're sweet. They liked me.

[Private to Ianto]

(I know, but it was easy to find, and I thought you'd like it.)

They did like you. They liked you a lot.

I miss your navel. I miss the way you shiver when I tongue it.