I am humbled by those who asked me to continue this one. I'm glad because this is my personal favourite. Walter Verse comes a close second.
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They were like twin moons, orbiting Ianto as he tried to ignore them.
With a sigh he finally put the book down and looked up as Tosh crossed his eye line. This must mean John is behind him as they snarled and mocked each other over Ianto's head.
"Please." Ianto asked politely, "Can you stop comparing ankles and bellies?"
They both stopped and stared at him with surprise as they had completely forgotten he was there.
"Tosh, you have the loveliest toes I have ever seen, did you know that?" he asked, tilting his head up to look at her.
"John!" he sighed and John whimpered, "Such an expressive nose. And those ear lobes … so suckable!"
"Really?" John pouted as he sniffed softly, "You think they're suckable?"
"So, much so that I would gladly suck them now except for the simple fact that I must read this report before Jack's meeting tomorrow so I can prep him" Ianto informed him with a wink.
John deflated and gave a huge pout so Ianto compromised, "How about at bath time tonight? I'll suck your lobes … and stuff."
John huffed with delight and rubbed his belly, Tosh growled.
"Sure! He gets everything!" she growled, her teeth gleaming.
"Stop that!" Ianto demanded, "Poor Owen is so excited, he doesn't stop talking about the birth!"
"Really?" she grinned, then turned to hunt for her wayward mate.
Ianto told himself to apologise later for that one to Owen but he had spoken the truth.
Every chance he got, Owen whined and moaned about the impeding birth and his fear of Tosh's pain.
Ianto began to read again in peace as John rushed off in search of just the right bubble bath.
