Silver (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
a_silver_story) wrote2009-06-02 06:47 pm
a_silver_story) wrote2009-06-02 06:47 pm
Torchwood IMs: Ianto and SOCO Strikes Again
Title: Ianto and SOCO Stikes Again.
Chapter: 8
Characters: Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: 15
Warnings: Implied M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Jack and Ianto make a DVD, Gwen loses a bet, Owen finds too much and Tosh is fantasized over. Best to read the whole fic to get it all in context ...
1 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
2 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
3 | Skiving with Captain Andy
4 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
5 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
6 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
7 | Captain Andy handles the Force
9:40 AM
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: BOO
MR JONES: *jumps* ARGGGH
JACK: Heh. I'm guessing that wasn't as loud as you were screaming earlier ;)
MR JONES: Ooo definitely nott
MR JONES: I think ai have to go home jack===Jack]
MR JONES: You gave me too much to drink/
JACK: Muahahaha.
JACK: I had to get you drunk so that you'd adhere to our agreement. You were too annoyed at Tosh to listen.
MR JONES: What agreement?
JACK: I think you said "Shagging at night, Ianto's delight. Shagging in the morning ... Jack needs to be able to sit afterwards ..."
MR JONES: hee heeeeee. I did sayyy thatttttt. Though I do lvoe seeing you wince when you sit in meeting s and you give me that look
JACK: What look?
MR JONES: The "ic've been scrwed good an' proepr,thanks" look/.
JACK: Well, I usually have ;)
MR JONES: Has Tosh found the DVD yet?t
GODDESS GWEN has entered the conversation
GODDESS GWEN has changed their display name
IANTO'S BITCH: Hey
IANTO'S BITCH: << See. I did it.
MR JONES: Hahahahahahahha" you sore loser!
JACK: What?
MR JONES: We had a bet. Gwen losst.
JACK: Haha! What bet?
MR JONES: I bet that Gwen awatched some of our CCTV and she bget she didn't.
MR JONES: ... and the only reason she's still attached to her eyes is I'm tooo pumped fjull of SOCO to give a shite a bout my dignity anymroe!
JACK: Oh Gwen!
JACK: It's not that bad, Ianto. At least it's someone you know.
MR JONES: Yep. Someone who I know and trust and wouldn't email it wout to PC Andy PROTECTOR OF CARDIFF to gave to sWAnson.
IANTO'S BITCH: I never emailed it to Andy! I never shared it with anyone! I swear! Not even Rhys!
MR JONES: Then who did? I bet you didn't share it with Rhys in case he decidd he wanted to join in next time"!
JACK: Woahhhh angry!Ianto is rearing his head. We should change the subject.
IANTO'S BITCH: Yeah.
MR JONES: DID YOU EMAIL IT, JACK??
JACK: Me?
JACK: Err ....
JACK: Muahahahahahaha?
MR JONES: Oh you little bitch!
MR JONES: Why did you do that?
IANTO'S BITCH: He was doing the silly alpha male thing of marking his territory.
JACK: ^^ what Gwen said.
JACK: Forgive me?
MR JONES: At least it wasn't on eBay.
MR JONES: At least you didnt' send it to any members of my faimily .. again ...
MR JONES: At least Swanson is vageiuly hot ...
MR JONES: Oh fine. Youre' forgvine ... but you're on instant for a month.
JACK: Swanson is not even vaguely hot!
IANTO'S BITCH: You just think that because she has Harkness Immunity.
IANTO'S BITCH: Oh, and Ianto? It's ten to ten and you spelling's a bit funny ... are you drunk at 10 in the morning??
MR JONES: I haven't slept foar 24 horus so it's still night for me.
MR JONES: ... and it's ajack's fault.
JACK: *shrugs* I needed him submissive.
MR JONES: If Gwen says: !"Isn't he usually submissive?!" I'll bitch slap her.
IANTO'S BITCH: I've seen the water tower CCTV. I now know better.
JACK: OOoo water tower night! That was HOT!!
IANTO'S BITCH: Mmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmm. Given the detail of our HD multi-angle CCTV systems ... I may as well've been there ...
JACK: I've still got friction burns on my chest, ankles and wrists.
MR JONES: I've still got holes in my pride, dignity and privacy.
JACK: Not so big holes. We still made that DVD for Tosh.
IANTO'S BITCH: WHAT?????
MR JONES: JACK!"!!""""! yoU'RE TURNING ME INTO AN ALCHOLHOLOIC!
IANTO'S BITCH: You made a DVD for Tosh
JACK: Not out of kindness. Ianto saw she'd hacked his computer and nicked a couple of files ... so last night I screwed him over her desk, made as big a mess as possible and burned the footage to DVD.
MR JONES: I was going to leave iat a mess, but htought it would be funniers if there was no signhn ofus being thereee and then she'd watch dVD and realise we knew she was a dirty dirty girl
JACK: Gwen, don't you have a report on alien ego-maniacs to archive?
IANTO'S BITCH: I'll go do it now Jack. ;)
IANTO'S BITCH has left the conversation
JACK: Ianto?
MR JONES: Jakc?
JACK: What stage of drunk are you?
MR JONES: I think ... affectionate ... silly a bit .. but getting abit annoyed drunk.
JACK: Oh good.
JACK: Ever considered having a threeway with Toshiko?
MR JONES: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
MR JONES: That'd be like having sex withh my sister""
MR JONES: Jack that's wrongggggggggg.#
MR JONES: She is quite shaggablee thoggh.
MR JONES: No it's not happening. The "team dynamic" that Gwen so loves awould change!.
JACK: Didn't think you'd go for it. I just thought it would be funny if you could stick a post-it in the DVD before she finds it saying "Next time you want to join in, just ask" ;)
MR JONES: lmao that would be piss funny
JACK: Figured you'd have to be okay with the idea though ... in case she did ask ...
MR JONES: Maybe when Ive' got over this whole thing and got my head to stop turnign pink when she looks at me (coz she slooks at me different now) then i'll consider itmabye.
JACK: Hmmm.
JACK: What about Owen?
MR JONES: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha ... no.
JACK: I've done some reasearch. Apparently it's not necrophilia if he's concious.
MR JONES: I'm not going to repeart myself.
JACK: Hahah I was joking about the Owen idea anyway.
MR JONES: you werent'. I seen the CCTV you stole of him in those tight jeans jiumping into the bay. Putting it in a file marked "SEcret Stuff£" doesn't make mei disinterested in teh contents.
JACK: *hangs head in shame* The jeans, Ianto.The jeans.
MR JONES: I wore jeans to the beacons and you never looked at me twice!
JACK: I was a little distracted by cannibals.
MR JONES: What canniblals?
JACK: Doesn't matter. Forget it.
MR JONES: What canniblals?? Have I been retocnned??? Why wass I retconned??A
JACK: You wouldn't want to remember.
MR JONES: Oh. Ok. I'll take you word for it and ask nor more :)
JACK: Good boy.
JACK: What about a foursome with Gwen and Rhys?
MR JONES: I couldn't have sex with Gwen!
JACK: Could you have sex with Rhys?
MR JONES: You know waht? I probably cvould.
MR JONES: He's all sweet and loverly - but I bet hes' all reugged and manly in bed.
MR JONES: What's the matter Jack? Am I not enough for you ?V :(
JACK: More than enough. That's why I want to share :P
MR JONES: What if I don't want be to shared?
JACK: You know it'd be hot. I bet you can imagine it now ... you, me ... and beautiful Toshiko. I bet you can imagine her naked, lying underneath you, begging for more ... and I'd be underneath her, waiting to feel your cock through her as you bring us both off ...
MR JONES: I bet she's quiet, right up until she gets to the edge. She looks like a screamer.
MR JONES: I bet we could show her the best tricks of her life.
JACK: I know we could.
MR JONES: She'd never go for it. Even if we offerred.
JACK: We could corner her after work. Surprise her with the idea.
MR JONES: Tosh would never have sex in teh hub.
MR JONES: Sorry Jack. I need to splalsh my face with coold water. Sober up begfore this conversation gets out of hadn!!"!! brb.
JACK: I wasn't aware this conversation had ever been in hand
JACK: It turns you on, though. The thought of me, you and Tosh. Naked together. We could go to Tosh's apartment. Do it on a proper bed.
JACK: Soft sheets to curl between your fingers as she rides you to oblivion and I fuck your face.
MR JONES: back
MR JONES: *groans* Stop it, Jack! I don't want to be serving coffee, see Tosh and have to re-arrange my trousers praying no-one saw.
JACK: Are you going to stick the note on the DVD then?
MR JONES: I'll think about it. She's going to be in the archives most of the day anyway.
JACK: Why? Couldn't you give her what she wants?
JACK: ... and yes, the double entendre was intended.
MR JONES: She didn't ask. She just told me what she was doing.
JACK: Ahhhh okay.
MR JONES: Jack? Do you know anything about how to build IKEA furniture?
JACK: Not a buggery. I do know a song about IKEA though.
MR JONES: Ha ha!!
MR JONES: Gwen's bought a new bedside table, and she's lost the instructions and neither she or Rhys can get it together so she asked me to help. I figured you could maybe come along and provide ... a second pair of hands ...
JACK: :O I'm an IKEA professor ... didn't I mention it? You can have as many of my limbs as you could possibly handle
JACK: If I remember correctly, didn't we manage a fist and two fingers?
OWEN has entered the conversation
MR JONES: With your cock in my mouth and a fist in my arse ... I wasn't counting.
OWEN has left the conversation
JACK: I like it when you're just about sobering. You talk dirty.
MR JONES: You made me dirty. I was reserved and respectful until I met you.
JACK: ... you tried to seduce me in the woods by a Weevil when you met me.
MR JONES: That wasn't seduction. That was a way of introducing myself! I beat off the Weevil didn't I?
JACK: Yes, you did. I think we named that one Owen, come to think of it.
JACK: And I'm sorry ... studded belt, tight jeans, tight jacket ... James Bond impression?
MR JONES: I think you're overthinking the situation. It's all in your head.
JACK: You were playing to the sexual predator in me ;)
MR JONES: It's never taken anyone much to appeal to your libido.
MR JONES: I do my best to look good, no matter what I'm wearing.
JACK: Good enough to eat :)
MR JONES: I'm sure Mrs Detective Jones-Swanson will agree.
MR JONES: OOOooo how about having a threeway with Swanson?
MR JONES: I could definitely have sex with her.
MR JONES: Would she have sex with you though? Hmmm...
MR JONES: I wonder if Tosh would be up for a threeway with Swanson ...
JACK: You've maded Jacky sad.
MR JONES: Aww I didn't mean it!
JACK: I think I need a kiss to heat up the slice of my heart that's just turned cold with jealousy.
MR JONES: Aww diddums. I need to go to your office anyway.
MR JONES: I've run out of post-it notes, and there's this thing I reallly need to lable ;)
JACK: :D
JACK: I'm sure I can dig one up.
JACK: Oh! While you're at your desk ... did you get that email I sent? UNIT have moved the video meeting to this afternoon.
MR JONES: I know. It's all set up and ready to go in the boardroom in half an hour. There's a cushion on your chair and everything.
MR JONES: ... there's a cushion under it, too.
JACK: What's the cushion under it for?
MR JONES: Well ... the one on the chair's for sitting on, and the one on the floor?
MR JONES: That's for me to kneel on ...
MR JONES has left the conversation
JACK: *guh*
Next Part | Previous Part | Torchwood Index
Chapter: 8
Characters: Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato
Author:
a_silver_storyGenre Humour
Rating: 15
Warnings: Implied M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Jack and Ianto make a DVD, Gwen loses a bet, Owen finds too much and Tosh is fantasized over. Best to read the whole fic to get it all in context ...
1 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
2 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
3 | Skiving with Captain Andy
4 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
5 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
6 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
7 | Captain Andy handles the Force
9:40 AM
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: BOO
MR JONES: *jumps* ARGGGH
JACK: Heh. I'm guessing that wasn't as loud as you were screaming earlier ;)
MR JONES: Ooo definitely nott
MR JONES: I think ai have to go home jack===Jack]
MR JONES: You gave me too much to drink/
JACK: Muahahaha.
JACK: I had to get you drunk so that you'd adhere to our agreement. You were too annoyed at Tosh to listen.
MR JONES: What agreement?
JACK: I think you said "Shagging at night, Ianto's delight. Shagging in the morning ... Jack needs to be able to sit afterwards ..."
MR JONES: hee heeeeee. I did sayyy thatttttt. Though I do lvoe seeing you wince when you sit in meeting s and you give me that look
JACK: What look?
MR JONES: The "ic've been scrwed good an' proepr,thanks" look/.
JACK: Well, I usually have ;)
MR JONES: Has Tosh found the DVD yet?t
GODDESS GWEN has entered the conversation
GODDESS GWEN has changed their display name
IANTO'S BITCH: Hey
IANTO'S BITCH: << See. I did it.
MR JONES: Hahahahahahahha" you sore loser!
JACK: What?
MR JONES: We had a bet. Gwen losst.
JACK: Haha! What bet?
MR JONES: I bet that Gwen awatched some of our CCTV and she bget she didn't.
MR JONES: ... and the only reason she's still attached to her eyes is I'm tooo pumped fjull of SOCO to give a shite a bout my dignity anymroe!
JACK: Oh Gwen!
JACK: It's not that bad, Ianto. At least it's someone you know.
MR JONES: Yep. Someone who I know and trust and wouldn't email it wout to PC Andy PROTECTOR OF CARDIFF to gave to sWAnson.
IANTO'S BITCH: I never emailed it to Andy! I never shared it with anyone! I swear! Not even Rhys!
MR JONES: Then who did? I bet you didn't share it with Rhys in case he decidd he wanted to join in next time"!
JACK: Woahhhh angry!Ianto is rearing his head. We should change the subject.
IANTO'S BITCH: Yeah.
MR JONES: DID YOU EMAIL IT, JACK??
JACK: Me?
JACK: Err ....
JACK: Muahahahahahaha?
MR JONES: Oh you little bitch!
MR JONES: Why did you do that?
IANTO'S BITCH: He was doing the silly alpha male thing of marking his territory.
JACK: ^^ what Gwen said.
JACK: Forgive me?
MR JONES: At least it wasn't on eBay.
MR JONES: At least you didnt' send it to any members of my faimily .. again ...
MR JONES: At least Swanson is vageiuly hot ...
MR JONES: Oh fine. Youre' forgvine ... but you're on instant for a month.
JACK: Swanson is not even vaguely hot!
IANTO'S BITCH: You just think that because she has Harkness Immunity.
IANTO'S BITCH: Oh, and Ianto? It's ten to ten and you spelling's a bit funny ... are you drunk at 10 in the morning??
MR JONES: I haven't slept foar 24 horus so it's still night for me.
MR JONES: ... and it's ajack's fault.
JACK: *shrugs* I needed him submissive.
MR JONES: If Gwen says: !"Isn't he usually submissive?!" I'll bitch slap her.
IANTO'S BITCH: I've seen the water tower CCTV. I now know better.
JACK: OOoo water tower night! That was HOT!!
IANTO'S BITCH: Mmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmm. Given the detail of our HD multi-angle CCTV systems ... I may as well've been there ...
JACK: I've still got friction burns on my chest, ankles and wrists.
MR JONES: I've still got holes in my pride, dignity and privacy.
JACK: Not so big holes. We still made that DVD for Tosh.
IANTO'S BITCH: WHAT?????
MR JONES: JACK!"!!""""! yoU'RE TURNING ME INTO AN ALCHOLHOLOIC!
IANTO'S BITCH: You made a DVD for Tosh
JACK: Not out of kindness. Ianto saw she'd hacked his computer and nicked a couple of files ... so last night I screwed him over her desk, made as big a mess as possible and burned the footage to DVD.
MR JONES: I was going to leave iat a mess, but htought it would be funniers if there was no signhn ofus being thereee and then she'd watch dVD and realise we knew she was a dirty dirty girl
JACK: Gwen, don't you have a report on alien ego-maniacs to archive?
IANTO'S BITCH: I'll go do it now Jack. ;)
IANTO'S BITCH has left the conversation
JACK: Ianto?
MR JONES: Jakc?
JACK: What stage of drunk are you?
MR JONES: I think ... affectionate ... silly a bit .. but getting abit annoyed drunk.
JACK: Oh good.
JACK: Ever considered having a threeway with Toshiko?
MR JONES: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
MR JONES: That'd be like having sex withh my sister""
MR JONES: Jack that's wrongggggggggg.#
MR JONES: She is quite shaggablee thoggh.
MR JONES: No it's not happening. The "team dynamic" that Gwen so loves awould change!.
JACK: Didn't think you'd go for it. I just thought it would be funny if you could stick a post-it in the DVD before she finds it saying "Next time you want to join in, just ask" ;)
MR JONES: lmao that would be piss funny
JACK: Figured you'd have to be okay with the idea though ... in case she did ask ...
MR JONES: Maybe when Ive' got over this whole thing and got my head to stop turnign pink when she looks at me (coz she slooks at me different now) then i'll consider itmabye.
JACK: Hmmm.
JACK: What about Owen?
MR JONES: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha ... no.
JACK: I've done some reasearch. Apparently it's not necrophilia if he's concious.
MR JONES: I'm not going to repeart myself.
JACK: Hahah I was joking about the Owen idea anyway.
MR JONES: you werent'. I seen the CCTV you stole of him in those tight jeans jiumping into the bay. Putting it in a file marked "SEcret Stuff£" doesn't make mei disinterested in teh contents.
JACK: *hangs head in shame* The jeans, Ianto.The jeans.
MR JONES: I wore jeans to the beacons and you never looked at me twice!
JACK: I was a little distracted by cannibals.
MR JONES: What canniblals?
JACK: Doesn't matter. Forget it.
MR JONES: What canniblals?? Have I been retocnned??? Why wass I retconned??A
JACK: You wouldn't want to remember.
MR JONES: Oh. Ok. I'll take you word for it and ask nor more :)
JACK: Good boy.
JACK: What about a foursome with Gwen and Rhys?
MR JONES: I couldn't have sex with Gwen!
JACK: Could you have sex with Rhys?
MR JONES: You know waht? I probably cvould.
MR JONES: He's all sweet and loverly - but I bet hes' all reugged and manly in bed.
MR JONES: What's the matter Jack? Am I not enough for you ?V :(
JACK: More than enough. That's why I want to share :P
MR JONES: What if I don't want be to shared?
JACK: You know it'd be hot. I bet you can imagine it now ... you, me ... and beautiful Toshiko. I bet you can imagine her naked, lying underneath you, begging for more ... and I'd be underneath her, waiting to feel your cock through her as you bring us both off ...
MR JONES: I bet she's quiet, right up until she gets to the edge. She looks like a screamer.
MR JONES: I bet we could show her the best tricks of her life.
JACK: I know we could.
MR JONES: She'd never go for it. Even if we offerred.
JACK: We could corner her after work. Surprise her with the idea.
MR JONES: Tosh would never have sex in teh hub.
MR JONES: Sorry Jack. I need to splalsh my face with coold water. Sober up begfore this conversation gets out of hadn!!"!! brb.
JACK: I wasn't aware this conversation had ever been in hand
JACK: It turns you on, though. The thought of me, you and Tosh. Naked together. We could go to Tosh's apartment. Do it on a proper bed.
JACK: Soft sheets to curl between your fingers as she rides you to oblivion and I fuck your face.
MR JONES: back
MR JONES: *groans* Stop it, Jack! I don't want to be serving coffee, see Tosh and have to re-arrange my trousers praying no-one saw.
JACK: Are you going to stick the note on the DVD then?
MR JONES: I'll think about it. She's going to be in the archives most of the day anyway.
JACK: Why? Couldn't you give her what she wants?
JACK: ... and yes, the double entendre was intended.
MR JONES: She didn't ask. She just told me what she was doing.
JACK: Ahhhh okay.
MR JONES: Jack? Do you know anything about how to build IKEA furniture?
JACK: Not a buggery. I do know a song about IKEA though.
MR JONES: Ha ha!!
MR JONES: Gwen's bought a new bedside table, and she's lost the instructions and neither she or Rhys can get it together so she asked me to help. I figured you could maybe come along and provide ... a second pair of hands ...
JACK: :O I'm an IKEA professor ... didn't I mention it? You can have as many of my limbs as you could possibly handle
JACK: If I remember correctly, didn't we manage a fist and two fingers?
OWEN has entered the conversation
MR JONES: With your cock in my mouth and a fist in my arse ... I wasn't counting.
OWEN has left the conversation
JACK: I like it when you're just about sobering. You talk dirty.
MR JONES: You made me dirty. I was reserved and respectful until I met you.
JACK: ... you tried to seduce me in the woods by a Weevil when you met me.
MR JONES: That wasn't seduction. That was a way of introducing myself! I beat off the Weevil didn't I?
JACK: Yes, you did. I think we named that one Owen, come to think of it.
JACK: And I'm sorry ... studded belt, tight jeans, tight jacket ... James Bond impression?
MR JONES: I think you're overthinking the situation. It's all in your head.
JACK: You were playing to the sexual predator in me ;)
MR JONES: It's never taken anyone much to appeal to your libido.
MR JONES: I do my best to look good, no matter what I'm wearing.
JACK: Good enough to eat :)
MR JONES: I'm sure Mrs Detective Jones-Swanson will agree.
MR JONES: OOOooo how about having a threeway with Swanson?
MR JONES: I could definitely have sex with her.
MR JONES: Would she have sex with you though? Hmmm...
MR JONES: I wonder if Tosh would be up for a threeway with Swanson ...
JACK: You've maded Jacky sad.
MR JONES: Aww I didn't mean it!
JACK: I think I need a kiss to heat up the slice of my heart that's just turned cold with jealousy.
MR JONES: Aww diddums. I need to go to your office anyway.
MR JONES: I've run out of post-it notes, and there's this thing I reallly need to lable ;)
JACK: :D
JACK: I'm sure I can dig one up.
JACK: Oh! While you're at your desk ... did you get that email I sent? UNIT have moved the video meeting to this afternoon.
MR JONES: I know. It's all set up and ready to go in the boardroom in half an hour. There's a cushion on your chair and everything.
MR JONES: ... there's a cushion under it, too.
JACK: What's the cushion under it for?
MR JONES: Well ... the one on the chair's for sitting on, and the one on the floor?
MR JONES: That's for me to kneel on ...
MR JONES has left the conversation
JACK: *guh*
no subject
MR JONES: With your cock in my mouth and a fist in my arse ... I wasn't counting.
OWEN has left the conversation"
*dies laughing*
Poor Owen:D
no subject
no subject
MR JONES: With your cock in my mouth and a fist in my arse ... I wasn't counting.
OWEN has left the conversation
TEH BEST PART EVER!!!
no subject
no subject
*cou-jack/ianto/Tosh threesome-gh*
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
^^^^
it seriously took me about 3 minutes to figure out what the hell that meant.
I've been sate here going "what's cou-jack? Is threesome-gh an lj slang I don't know??"
Then it hit me and I felt a bit stoopid LOL.
I'll see if I can get a smutty prose fic working - it's just after the water tower one, I don't want to be responsible for any more Janto-induced sex deaths :P
no subject
This had me laughing...good thing I'm "working" from home today.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I would say poor Owen if the image Ianto painted wasn't so hot. ;) hehe
no subject
Lol - i love that line :-)
no subject
(madly)
P.S. please write that video conference
no subject
The amazingness of your icon also moves it further up my list of priorities.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Loveee :) xx
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
JACK: You wouldn't want to remember.
And this isn't the first time they've had this conversation. ;)
no subject
Nicole
no subject
(Possibly the weirdest thing I'll think/say today. XD)
no subject
MR JONES: With your cock in my mouth and a fist in my arse ... I wasn't counting.
OWEN has left the conversation
Okay, I'm thoroughly loving these IM fics, but this? This is fucking priceless!
no subject