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[Private to Lorne]

*sighs* Able to lay my head on your shoulder and just bask in your warmth.

[Private to Ianto]

God...soon, baby. You'll be here with me.

[Private to Lorne]

Unless it's tomorrow it's not soon enough.

[Private to Ianto]

I know, darling. I know. I want you with me right now. I miss you so much.

[Private to Lorne]

Tell me what it's like in Atlantis right now. Is it day or night? Is it clear or is it raining?

[Private to Ianto]

It's early evening, the sun's just starting to set. And it's a little cloudy, but it's mostly clear.

[Private to Lorne]

That sounds beautiful.

Here it's cold and there are clouds. There's wind. No rain, though.

[Private to Ianto]

I like the wind. I don't know exactly why, but I do.

If you were here with me, I'd take you out onto the balcony and wrap us up in a blanket to watch the sunset.

[Private to Lorne]

I'd lean my head on your chest and hold your hand.

[Private to Ianto]

I'd kiss your hair, and we'd just sit and listen to the waves until the stars came out.

[Private to Lorne]

I want that. I want that so much.

[Private to Ianto]

So do I, babe. I just want to be with you.

[Private to Lorne]

Be with you and be happy with you.

[Private to Ianto]

If you were in my arms right now, I'd be perfectly happy. Nothing else I'd want.

[Private to Lorne]

Neither would I.

*sighs and nestles into you*

[Private to Ianto]

*wraps myself around you and kisses your forehead*

God, I love you, darling.

[Private to Lorne]

I love you too, sweetheart. I love you.

[Private to Ianto]

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, it's like you're here with me, and I think I can feel you next to me and hear you breathing.

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, love. Sometimes I cuddle your pillow--it'll always be your pillow now--to me and imagine it's you I'm holding.

[Private to Ianto]

Christ, we're getting sentimental. And I can't bring myself to care.

And I love that it's my pillow.

[Private to Lorne]

I could go back to talking about your cock, if that would be better.

Of course it's your pillow.

[Private to Ianto]

You can wax poetic about my cock any time you want to, baby. Dork.

I love that. I love that it's 'of course'. I love that it was so easy to get used to being around you. I love that it's so easy to think of coming home to you.

[Private to Lorne]

I. Love. Your. Cock. I love it when it's hard, when it's hot and flushed and you're getting ready to fuck me; and I love it when you're sleeping and it's soft and innocent against your thigh. I love touching it and tasting it and rubbing it against my cheek. I love it in my hand and in my mouth and in my arse.

How's that?

I hate to think things like "we were meant to be" because--well, I find it a bit ridiculous, to be honest--but it is kind of like we were made for each other. Like we'd been reunited after being apart.

[Private to Ianto]

Jesus Christ.

Umm...that's great. That's...fuck. Seriously, any time you want to tell me things like that, you just go right ahead. Jesus, babe.

I feel like I should say something in return there, but...fuck. All I can think of is that I love your cock too.

It is like that. Like we were friends once before and we just found each other again.

[Private to Lorne]

I feel like I've won something :D.

It's just us, love. We both found what neither of us knew we were looking for.