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"Ianto?"

Ianto froze, the paint brush dripping gently as he took a deep breath and counted to ten "yes Cariad?"

"What's another name for a nipple?"

"Nipple?"

"Yes. He pinched her nipple… but… she already pinched his so… seems a bit… repetitive. Is there another way of putting it?"

Ianto placed the brush down and suggested "Teat, tip, Peak?"

"Peak!" Jack said happily "yes… maybe he licks it instead."

"Yes, then she can lick his bloody knob like an ice cream" Ianto muttered with annoyance.

"Ooooooo!"

Ianto closed his eyes and counted again, then realized this was not his book and not his worry. If jack wanted it to be a smutty roll in the hay then who was he to stop that. Sordid romances were never his thing… Jack loved them.

"Ianto?"

"Fuck me sideways… YES LOVE?"

"My pencil broke!"

"Use one of mine from the cup beside you!"

"But it's yours!"

"Brand new, never used and not sucked on" Ianto called with fake bravado "go on lover, share and share alike darling."

"Can I have the one with the unicorn rubber on the end?"

"SURE!" Ianto yelled with a little more vigour than intended then sighed, giving up to the painting to pace the kitchen and consider making a pizza or something. Cut something with a sharp knife… lots. Hard.

"IANTO!"

"Ianto?"

Jack entered the house with a pencil behind his ear, another clasped in his hand along with a pad of scribbles "Baby? Where are you? Ianto?"

A note was on the table telling Jack that Ianto had gone mushroom hunting. "Oooo, yummy."

Jack settled back outside and now food was on his mind so he turned a page and started to scribble out a romantic evening with food they could eat off each other's bodies. A memory crept in and Jack placed the pad down, remembering the whipped cream and Ianto's giggles. Yeah.

Whipped cream.

"Ianto do we have any…" oh yeah. Jack went in and checked the fridge for a can of instant whip, best for these things and found to his surprise a chocolate one. Chocolate whip? He held it up with amazement, and then looked around furtively before popping off the lid and filling his mouth.

OH GOD!

Jack grabbed a banana and peeled it, squirting some whip on to eat with glee. Banana. Yes, it still all fits. An entire banana down his throat that made Jack giggle, then consider the can.

He added a note for a replacement can to the shopping list on the fridge and took it out to the chair pondering this new amazing thing on nipples.

No… around the breast to the nipple was the cherry.

Oooooo.

Jack started to write again.

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Sunday was ANZAC day so a public holiday today (Mon) which means tomorrow i have two days of jobs to squish into my day. Lucky you, i post early.