[for Ianto re:Ace]

[more_flexible]

Jack-

I need time to think, because because while I meant everything everything I said yesterday I don't know why I told you. I- It's not something that I'm fine, and I know how to handle myself, so I'll be safe.

I know that you have what you have with Greg, and it was stupid there's more then enough challenges without me doing saying what I did. I'm sorry-

I- Tell Ianto I'm sorry too, will you? Things- Things happened there yesterday, too. I'm scared It'll be alright.

I love you Take care of yourself, alright?

Ace


It was pinned to her jacket, which she rarely left behind. She couldn't have gone far. He couldn't believe he'd slept deeply enough not to notice.

He held the note and read it over and over, then shook his head and went to his room to pull on jeans and boots, a t-shirt he didn't mind ruining, and a button down shirt in case it took more than one night to find her.

He left a note for everyone in the house, specific and vague at the same time and to the effect of Gone with Ianto to find Ace. Took Stu's gun. WILL return.

First stop was the Redman's hut where he told Stu what had happened and he gave over the M16 without any fuss. The Texan had insisted he take his backpack as well, so by the time he was at Ianto and Tosh's hut, he was ready to go.

"Ianto," he called, knocking hard. "Need your help...you in there?"

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[coffee_sir]

His hand slid back, fingers slipping into her hair as he leaned in more, tongue sliding against hers, slow and languid, tasting, savoring, just in case. In case tonight was all there was, and tomorrow they'd be friends. Or in a week, or a month, depending upon words and moods and thoughts and what the island through at them, perhaps less than that.

Ianto pushed the thought forcibly from his mind just as his hand returned to Ace's hip, his arm circling her waist now, and pulling her flush against him. If his mind was focused on the moment -- on the taste of her lips, on the smell of the tent that still lightly clung to their skin, of the warmth of her beneath his own shirt -- the doubts wouldn't come.

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Ace whimpered into his mouth, her fingers buried in his hair. It was the taste of him, the feel of him- she was pouring herself into this, for the same reason he was. That it was tonight, that there was nothing else besides tonight- That was how she acted, and when his hand slid to her hip, him pulling her closer all she thought of was the way it felt to be pressed against him, to feel that warmth-

She tried to forget that there was so much more then this, that doing- that doing this, that kissing him again, that his hands on her skin again could potentially complicate things so much-

But she wanted it. She wanted it, and needed it, and the soft purrs of sound coming from her throat just further cemented that, her fingers tightening on his shoulder.

[coffee_sir]

God, she tasted so good, and felt so good against him. He used his time trying to memorize that taste, tongue eagerly exploring her mouth, dancing with her tongue; trying to memorize how she felt, warm and soft and strong, the way she fit pressed into him, the soft curve of her hip under his hand. He almost wanted to stop, knowing in a way he was just teasing himself, and worse, teasing her.

Almost. He swallowed a groan at the noises she was making, slowly breaking the kiss only to press another to her jaw, still holding her. "Anything else you could want tonight, Ace?" he asked, a little breathless, but still trying to be careful with his words. "Or just this?" And he pressed a slow kiss to her lips.

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"If you want-" her head tipped back, her eyes slipping closed. "If-" Her words were stolen by a soft whimper, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. "... I- I want this. Want- Want you to touch and to feel and- and... please?" Please. She was so vunerable, laying herself proverbially bare to him. Because she trusted him, because she wanted him. "I want you-" It was more that it was him then it being anyone, it was more that it was Ianto and every word had that soft roundness of Welsh.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes almost a honey brown but seeming so dark in the moonlight. "Only if- If you want this, Ianto." She ran her fingers over his cheek, not wishing to press even though- even though she wanted so much.

[coffee_sir]

He couldn't say no, not really. Not when she was looking at him like that, with that mix of trust and desire. Not when she was so willing, and him as well, the only thing separating them at that moment the worn denim of his jeans. Not after this night. And not knowing how much he needed her, this Ace, warm and strong and weak and who saw things how they were.

"I do," he said, turning his head to catch her touch, lips grazing over her palm, eyes matched on hers, just as he had done when this night first took this turn. "Don't doubt that. I do."

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She licked her lips, her voice rough as her thumb ghosted his lips. "You know, I- I really don't think that before tonight, anyone did." It was so quiet, a confession that told so much, but then she buried it as she leaned up on tiptoe, her hand slipping to the back of his neck as her mouth found his.

The kiss had shifted to something more carnal, if that was possible. Something more involved, with her body pressing to his and begging tiny whimpers pulled from her lips. "Ianto-" It was almost a moan of his name, her fingers tightening in his hair again.

He wanted her. He really- She believed him. She really truly did.

[coffee_sir]

This was not the moment to argue what she thought, to break the kiss, the heat of the moment, the pressure of skin against skin, to just argue something that he had let her believe to be true before, when he could just show her.

His hand slipped under the shirt, traveling slowly up from the small of her back, his other hand dropping down, finding her breast through the thin fabric, squeezing, his thumb working at her nipple. She moaned, and he answered with a soft groan, moving his mouth, teeth grazing across the skin of her neck, up to that spot below her ear, hips rolling against her. "Ace.."

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Her knees buckled when his teeth scraped her skin, the low groan pulled from her throat a testament to how he could always (it seemed) find exactly the right spot. "God-" Her nails tightened on his shoulders, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she swallowed, trying to collect herself.

"I- D-Don't stop-" Her hand ran down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, her tongue running along the side of his neck until she could suck on his earlobe. What she wanted warred with the confusion about what to do, and- God.

She backed up a few steps, tugging him with her until her back bumped against a tree, needing a little more help to stay upright. It wasn't a permanent measure, but it made it so that she could let the 'don't fall over' part of her brain be occupied with more important things, like undoing his pants.

[coffee_sir]

It wasn't that difficult a spot to find, and when it generated a reaction like that, it was hard not to focus on it. He walked slowly after her, not focused on his steps but on doing just as she told him to: not stopping.

Nipping at the spot, his teeth moved higher to latch lightly onto her earlobe. His hand slipped from her back to the tree, using it as leverage so his other hand could help her in unbuttoning his pants. That taken care of, Ianto could slide both hands under the shirt, along her skin, moving it up but taking his time, lips catching hers again, enjoying a slow, sensual kiss despite their busy hands.

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She was trying to do several things at once. Trying to breathe, trying to slip his trousers off his hips, trying to kiss him and keep her balance as her leg hitched to his hip. She'd managed 3 out of the four, holding her breathe as her mouth mated with his, the warm skin of her thigh almost up to his waist.

"Ianto-" She pulled back enough to take a breath, her back arched off the tree as her hips rolled towards his. "You're-" She didn't even know what to say, panting as she whimpered his name. He was so much, was so good- She wanted-

She wanted him, wanted this, the feel of him making her wish she could just... just do something, but she was unfortunately a foot shorter then he was.

[coffee_sir]

"Alright?" he breathed, because he had to ask, had to make sure whatever words were dying on her lips were good things. He wanted her, badly, the close contact of her hips, the heat between her legs pressing against him making him groan with need against her neck. But with everything happening that night, and all at once, it didn't seem unreasonable that what she wanted could shift in a second.

"Down," Ianto managed on an exhale, not willing to have her against a tree when there was perfectly good grass beneath their feet before kissing her again. He slipped one arm around her waist again, holding her close to him and secure, his other hand doing the same with her thigh, as he stepped out of his jeans. Turning and kneeling on the grass were far more difficult, with his center of gravity so off, and they toppled down with little grace, though he still held her so she didn't hit ground hard. Ianto broke the kiss with a grin and a breathless laugh, looking down at her now as his hand skimmed up and down her thigh. "Alright?"

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She was nothing if not relieved when his fingers tightened on her thigh, when he said that one magical word- Down. "I'd been wondering," she laughed breathlessly, smiling as she skimmed her fingers through his hair again. "More then alright, Ianto. Much, much more then." She leaned up and kissed him, her thigh actually sliding even higher.

"Down- I'm thinking down is the best word in the English language, at the moment," she murmured cheekily as she pressed kisses to his shoulders, his earlobe caught for a moment between her teeth. "You're alright?" The question was well-meant, her eyes so bright they almost seemed to catch the moonlight.

God, she hoped the answer was yes.

[coffee_sir]

He chuckled lowly, hot breath falling against her skin in short bursts as he nuzzled into the spot where neck met shoulder, teeth grazing lightly over her skin before leaving a kiss on her collarbone. "More than alright, Ace," he echoed for his reply, grinning lightly as he gazed down at her.

Ianto paused for a moment, just looking at her, pale blue eyes memorizing the look on her face, her hair spilled about, her eyes bright. Leaning in, he kissed her sweetly, but only for a moment. There was no slick means of retrieving the condom from his abandoned jeans, so he simply sat back on his knees and did so. He made quick work of it, at least, so he could stretch out atop of her again, skin to skin, and kiss her properly, a small groan escaping at the renewed contact.

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She purred, her leg hitching up and around his hips as she kissed him, her tongue finding his again. "Ianto-" She mumbled his name as her hips lifted, rolling once just to get that- to feel. She ran her nails lightly over his back, her calf pressing against his lower back. She wasn't an expert, didn't know what she had to do besides feel - but how she wished she did know, and how she wanted- Her hips flexed again, her breath coming quicker then before.

[coffee_sir]

"God, Ace," he moaned as she moved against him, having to shut his eyes just to block out the sight of her and try to regain his breathing, keep himself from moving too quickly or too strongly out of want. Ianto set one hand on her hip, keeping her still long enough so he could concentrate on opening the packet and slipping the condom on. Slowly, carefully he slid himself into her, biting his lip as his throat rumbled with a restrained groan. "Fuck, Ace."

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She gasped when he slid inside of her, her eyes widening as there was just a slight sting, not- not that hurt that there'd been before. She stared up at him as she tightened around him in pure reflex, her nails digging into his back slightly as she flexed her hips. "I-Ianto-" She leaned up and kissed him hard, her mouth wanting to mate with his, to get him to move-

Because this? This was good. Very, very good.

[coffee_sir]

His jaw fell open as he gasped for breath, feeling her hot and wet and close around him. It had been so long since he felt this, had done this, had had someone soft and strong and warm beneath him it took a short moment before his body shifted into gear, the pressure of her nails on his skin spurring him on.

Moaning into her mouth, he started to thrust into her, building up to a rhythm, one elbow propping him up from the ground, his other hand skimming up her skin from her hip to her chest, gently kneading the flesh, feeling as much as he could.

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Ianto's name was the only thing that begged to slip from her lips, but soft gasps and moans replaced the word. Her leg was tight around his hips, her own body flexing and rising to meet every thrust. It took her a few moments to find that rhythm, but once she did she didn't think she'd ever lose it.

Her mouth mated with his as she actively tried not to claw his back even though she never wished to hurt him. "Good- Oh, Ianto-" Her breath caught in a high pitched whimper, feeling the muscles of his back shift as he moved.

[coffee_sir]

Near constant low moans of pleasure were muffled by her skin as Ianto devoured her skin. He didn't bite, didn't suck hard, not wanting to leave a mark that would serve a reminder of the night, or imply something that wasn't-- that she was his. But every inch of her skin that he could reach was touched with palm or fingers, lips or tongue, teeth and hot breath.

Shifting her hips only slightly, then running his fingers along the underside of her thigh, Ianto pushed as deeply within her as he could manage. Not rough, but insistent and strong, wanting her to feel him and him to feel her.

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Her head tipped back when he shifted his hips, her nails digging into that unmarked skin even as her thighs shifted higher. It was so different, and so good at the same time. His body sliding in hers, that closeness, and God every time he moved just the right way-

Her body tightened around him, giving what was possibly the best positive reinforcement as she whimpered low in her throat. "Ianto-" She could feel her muscles starting to tighten, that low ache in her stomach that would end up being so bloody good.

[coffee_sir]

"God, Ace," he groaned out, his breath short pants against the crook of her neck. He was so close, he could feel it, feel her, feel the heat between them building up to just that edge of pleasure. But he wanted to hold out, hold on, make sure she came first.

Eyes shut, Ianto found that spot just beneath her ear again, first with tongue and then with a light graze of teeth. "Ace." It was almost a whimper, like a plea, full of need and want.

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That did it. That skim of teeth made her nails bite into his back, a cry slipping from between her lips as her legs tightened around his hips. "G-God, Ianto-" Her body shook as she bit her lower lip, her back bowed underneath him as she felt pleasure just explode through her body.

She'd never expected this, to have this moment with him, not after before- But she wasn't thinking of that, just of the way he felt and how warm he was and how bloody good this felt.

[coffee_sir]

He could feel her tighten around him, and the moment the words slipping from her mouth, Ianto let go too, coming with her, hard and gasping. Lazily thrusting into her a few more times, still holding on to the tail end of that rhythm, Ianto rested his forehead against hers, eyes shut as he panted to catch his breath. Ianto licked his lips and, blindly, pressed them lightly to her mouth, her jaw, open mouthed kisses so he could gulp air but still taste her.

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Her leg slipped from his hip to the back of his thighs for a moment, before she pulled in a trembling breath. Her hand skimmed his sweat-dampened hair, and she sighed low in her throat, her head tipped back.

"Oh, Ianto-" His name was a slur from her lips, her breath coming in fits and starts as she forced herself finally to reopen her eyes.

[coffee_sir]

There was a moment -- while he just laid there pressed against her, her fingers in his hair, the sounds of the jungle mingled with her breathing -- that Ianto wished that it could be this way ... for a good long time. Forever seemed impossible, but he thought he could be quite content to lay this way tomorrow, and the day after, and many days and nights after that.

But then Ianto opened his eyes and remembered himself. Remembered that this was only for tonight, and for Ace. He missed this closeness, desperately so. But he knew better than to say anything about it. "Alright?" he asked softly, nuzzling at her cheek as his breathing evened out, a light smile on his face, knowing what the answer would be.