The Mother of All Logs

[steelweb]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

Comments

[bloodywelsh]

If you were handcuffed to something, I don't think you'd have to pretend to be enjoying yourself.

[She flops down on the opposite end of the couch with two open bottles of ale, one of which she offers to Jack. This latest bout of shenanigans the island has subjected them to... well. She didn't run off with Ianto on purpose, but she does feel guilty about that.]

[chronosexual]

[ Jack lazily slides his arm to his forehead and smiles over at Gwen, sitting himself up properly to take the second ale from her. ]

You're an angel. Thank you.

[ He takes a long, thirsty drink from the bottle and settles in against the back of the seat. ]

Did you keep him warm for me while I was gone?

[bloodywelsh]

And don't you forget it.

[After curling her legs up beneath her, she also takes a drink. No lady-like sipping here. Luckily she doesn't choke on it when Jack speaks again.]

Jack! I didn't.. we didn't know what we were doing!

[And to hopefully prevent such a thing from happening again, she's even taken off her ring. It's on a chain around her neck, tucked under her shirt.]

[chronosexual]

Relax. I'm not mad. Not really, anyway. [ He laughs and smiles at her. ] If I'm going to be mad about anything, it's going to be that I wasn't invited to the show.

[ His grin widens a little and he wraps an arm around her, drawing her close. ]

So did you? I won't tell. I'm good at keeping secrets.

[bloodywelsh]

You very well might have been, if you hadn't wandered off.

[The noise she makes is both embarrassed and frustrated as she drags a hand down her face. She doesn't even protest when he puts an arm around her. In fact, she is leaning into him just a bit.]

Yes... God, I'm so sorry..

[chronosexual]

And that is where the handcuffs come in.

[ Jack laughs a little and shakes his head, using the hand of the arm around her to stroke her arm affectionately. ]

Hey, you didn't know any better. I can't really be mad at you for it. But, I can tease him for it later. And, it'll give me something to compete against. Someone's got to keep me on my toes before I become to complacent around here, haven't they?

[ He drops his head backward, relaxing into the seat and staring up at the high ceiling of the warehouse where something is moving. Strange... He squints a little, trying to make out the curious shape as it grows and dangles from out of the metal ceiling above. So familiar and yet... it's so hard to make out. He doesn't have to wonder for very long, though, as the distantly familiar impulse of needing to kiss the person he's with overtakes him. Well, it is almost Christmas, he supposes.

[ There isn't even a word from him. He uses his free hand to turn her head toward him as he lays a kiss upon her lips, slow and gentle, but deep and filled with the sort of passion that only dozens of decades worth of experience could provide. ]

[bloodywelsh]

I'd offer to let you borrow mine when I get them, but I'd be shocked if you didn't already have a pair.

[She laughs, too, finding that the embarrassment is fading ever so slowly to be replaced by something warm and comforting. Jack is her boss, and that makes cuddling with him on the couch not entirely appropriate (especially after having been convinced she was married to Ianto during the memory loss). It's nice, though; and some part of her that she tries not to acknowledge is attracted to him...

She shifts closer, and even if she wasn't cuddling properly before, she definitely is now.]

I know, but that doesn't make it any easier to think about.. Not that it was unpleasant, but it's--- augh. [Open mouth, insert foot.] Don't be too hard on him, Jack.

[She doesn't notice the mistletoe above their heads, but she's definitely feeling its affects--which is why there's a moment of surprise as Jack turns her head and she loses her train of thought entirely--but she doesn't protest when he kisses her. In fact, she does her best to return it in kind.]

[chronosexual]

[ It has been some time since Jack has actually kissed a woman, but he finds it surprisingly easy to fall back into it, his hand finding her hip and pulling her nearer still. He's such a shameless glutton for affection that he doesn't even care what she might think, only that she's there with him. He'd have been lying if he'd said that the thought never crossed his mind, but damn that adorably Welsh husband of hers...

[ He spends a long moment in hesitation before he finally releases her lips from his own, still fighting off the impulse to kiss her again. Though whether it's from the plant or his own head isn't exactly clear. He smiles at her and laughs. ]

See? Not mad.

[bloodywelsh]

[A quiet agreeable sound escapes amid the kiss as Jack pulls her closer, and she slips an arm up around his shoulder to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. Whether this is appropriate or not is a matter quickly dismissed, though she is reluctant to push things any further than they've already gone.

When Jack finally pulls away, she blinks and after a beat join him with a laugh that sounds a bit hesitant.]

I don't think this is going to fix anything, though..

[chronosexual]

Oh, you'd be surprised what a little intimacy can solve, Gwen Cooper. Saved me more than a few times in the past if you can believe it. And I can confidently say that you aren't trying to kill me, either.

[ It's so hard for him to want to leave, but the impulse remains just the same. Of course, he knows exactly what is causing the sensation, or so he chooses to believe, but telling her and bringing her up to speed seems a little less important. Why spoil a nice moment? He uses the hand from her chin to brush some hair from her eyes, spending a moment looking into them before he advances for another kiss. ]