i love it when i catch you looking at me
Remi rolls away and his tension is palpable to the point where it actually does persuade Ianto to consider leaving his comfortable little den. Shifting to sit up, the fox isn't quite naked, knowing better than that with the alchemist due home at some point, but he is certainly tousled and sleepy. "Mm, no whiskey in the soup. I could put a shot of it in some coffee though, if you want," he suggests, rubbing at his eyes and blinking down at the Lullaby.
"Maybe later, though," he suggests, needing no prompting to realise that, whatever might have happened (and Ianto doesn't know, isn't even sure he wants to ask), Remi is like a an elastic band pulled taut and ready to snap. Which probably explains why Ianto chooses to don fur instead of skin, shifting into a fox that somehow still has a bedhead. If you want to talk, my payment is 5000 ear scritches and at least 7 belly rubs, he says. If you don't want to talk, the price is still the same, sorry.
Stretching mightily, Ianto promptly flops atop the furs and blankets, his muzzle resting against Remi's belly, his tail thumping the bed.
"Maybe later, though," he suggests, needing no prompting to realise that, whatever might have happened (and Ianto doesn't know, isn't even sure he wants to ask), Remi is like a an elastic band pulled taut and ready to snap. Which probably explains why Ianto chooses to don fur instead of skin, shifting into a fox that somehow still has a bedhead. If you want to talk, my payment is 5000 ear scritches and at least 7 belly rubs, he says. If you don't want to talk, the price is still the same, sorry.
Stretching mightily, Ianto promptly flops atop the furs and blankets, his muzzle resting against Remi's belly, his tail thumping the bed.
