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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]

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.

[Private to Lorne]

(I love it. Thank you.)

I miss your toes.

[Private to Ianto]

I miss your elbows.

[Private to Lorne]

I miss your shoulders.

[Private to Ianto]

I miss your ears.

[Private to Lorne ]

I miss your lips.

[Private to Ianto]

Mmm...I miss your tongue.

[Private to Lorne]

I miss your tongue in my mouth.

[Private to Ianto]

I miss tasting you.

[Private to Lorne]

I miss your skin.

[Private to Ianto]

I miss your arms around me.

[Private to Lorne]

I miss falling asleep with our legs tangled together.

[Private to Ianto]

I miss waking up with you across my chest.

[Private to Lorne]

I miss watching you sleep.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[Private to Ianto]

I miss listening to you breathe.

[ooc: Goodnight.]

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