Bit of a shorter chap.

Mostly smut, but a bit of plot did sneak in at the end. ^^

ENJOY!

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Out of nowhere Ianto's arms were around her. Cradling her head as he laid her back. Hitching her legs higher up on his hips, while he leaned in to suckle at her nipples. She arched, carding the fingers of her good hand through his hair. She squirmed when Jack sucked on her toes. Abandoning them to lap at his husband's hole. Until the younger man was loose and begging to be breached. Oh and the Captain did. He mounted his stallion and rode him hard.

Each snap of Jack's hips caused Ianto to drive his cock deeper into Amaria's wet pussy. She was gasping, panting, and trying her best to follow her friend's (did sex once make him a lover?) Hold that thought…

To follow his erratic rhythm. At least she hoped she was adding to it. "You can get a little rough Yan. I won't break." Amaria purred. He was holding her like one holds antique china. Trying to still be gentle even as Jack, forced his movement. She could sense it, the older man realized and adjusted to them. Though she was touched by their level of caring… God right at this moment, she needed a nice hard fuck! She wanted to feel alive and like she wouldn't shatter at every little thing.

"You sure?" The young man murmured, confused at what made him ask. Didn't he trust her to know what she could handle?

She reared up and captured him in a scorching kiss. Laying her forehead on his she growl/purred. "Dammit Ianto! Fuck me like you mean it, you bastard!" Her eyes narrowed, in what he recognized, as a playful challenge.

Having seen her go toe to toe with someone (His own husband). He decided it was in his best interests, to comply. Ianto grinned and forced her arms up, holding them by the wrists. Leaning in to lick at her breasts again. Her head fell back and she arched. Keening as his grip tightened and he bucked his hips harder. She felt, as sure as he did, Jack pick up his rhythm again. She was quiet about it, but she was swearing. Sometimes in Japanese and Ianto grinned. His eyes rolling as his husband hit that spot again and again.

Their release was a chain reaction. Her inner walls clamped around Ianto, who lost it and tightened around Jack. The older man gave a few more desperate thrusts and cried out his completion.

~TR~

She should have known she wasn't going to shower alone. Amaria was embarrassed at first, the flowery shower cap, meant to protect the head wound, was really a mood kill. One she promptly forgot about, when Jack held her to the wall and slid his hard and sheathed cock into her already wet pussy. She was quite sure she'd slip if he wasn't holding her there.

She looked past the half open curtain to see Ianto jacking off. Eyes hooded as he watched his husband fuck her. A proper fuck. He'd folded her in his arms. Her back against his slippery chest. One hand rolling her nipples, the other's thumb teasing her clit in slow circles. She whined and mewled, her hand clenching was his clue and he put more pressure in his thumb strokes and bucked his hips harder.

She cried out as she crashed and he wasn't far behind. Nor was Ianto, as he pumped his engorged dick furiously. She didn't know what made her do it, but one second she was riding Jack's cock through orgasm and the next…

Amaria sank to her knees, skin wet and dripping she crawled over, rolled a flavored condom onto Ianto's gorgeous dick and swallowed it. She'd only had one other lover and she was sure, Jack probably would have been better, but she finished him off nonetheless. Her jaw ached a little, but she didn't complain as his hot cum shot into the condom as intended.

Ianto gasped and panted while she sat back and cursed her stupidity. How the hell was she going to get up? She dragged off the shower cap, no need for more embarrassment. She was about to, crawl for the counter and do her best not to feel like an idiot. When out of nowhere, Jack picked her up and put her on her feet. Effectively solving the problem. She squawked, Ianto snickered and the Captain chuckled.

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Things seemed to be going so well, as was law in her life something was destined to go wrong. And boy did it, Ianto appeared to be in a grump that day. Walter had been particularly whiny and Jack wasn't listening to him either. She set down her notebook as he stalked into her hotel suite.

"Oh you forgot your shirt last time, did you want it?" She asked brightly, not realizing he was looking at her notebook.

"I didn't know you were a writer."

She shrugged, "You never asked." Amaria replied, not meaning anything by it. Only realizing it was the wrong thing to say when his look darkened.

"So that's my fault is it?"

"What? No, it's not a big deal that's all." She sighed, not understanding what was wrong.

"Romance novels. Harlequins…And…Wait a minute! We're in your book!?" Ianto spluttered.

"Umm…Sort of it's…" Caught off guard she didn't know what to say.

"So Halloween was what? Research?"

"Ianto? How can you even say that?" Amaria yelped, getting angry. She grabbed her notebook back.

"I should go. I can't even handle this right now..." He stood and headed for the door. With a disappointed shake of his head.

"Ianto, wait!" She cried, but he was gone.

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For the longest time, she just stared at the door. What the fuck just happened? How could he accuse her of that and leave? And what the fucking hell? He'd been the one to instigate everything, not her.

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