first_in_time | Zagreus Sits Inside Your Head (for Splendid

Barbara looked out at the view as Ian put the last of their things in the car. From the front door of the little Bed and Breakfast, she could see beautiful rolling hills for miles. The last of the morning was being chased away as the sun rose higher in the sky, thawing everything out. Even the cows seemed more active on one particular hill.

"I wish we could stay for a little longer," she sighed to Ian, turning her back on it all so that it might be easier to leave. Her arms folded, one hand still held on to the key they were yet to return. "I don't suppose your car has a secret time traveling device so we can spend an extra few weeks here?"

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first_in_time

"We're both in dire need of a shower that I thought that by doing it this way, we won't tread as much dust and diet into the carpet," she told him in the most innocent tone she could muster while lathering the soap in her hands.

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splendid_roman

"I don't believe you," he said grinning. He let go of her to take the soap off her, saying, "Allow me."

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first_in_time

Barbara gave him a suspicious look and then turned around so that he could wash her back. Water from the shower head ran over her shoulders in thin, little rivers that collected together the lower they got.

"You should believe me, particularly in these matters. I'm very good at keeping clean. Usually."

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splendid_roman

"But it's more fun being dirty." He washed her back, being careful to soap all of it. Although he was tempted to kiss some of the skin he could reach he refrained and stuck to washing her, moving onto her arms, one at a time. And looking perfectly innocent, because two could play at that game.

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first_in_time

"More fun?" she asked, a small sigh escaping at how wonderful his hands felt. "I'm afraid I have to disagree."

Barbara glanced over her shoulder to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "And if it's so much fun, why are you washing me?"

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splendid_roman

"Because there's no point being half-dirty," he said, which wasn't the reason at all. When he glanced up, having finished an arm, and saw her looking at him, he couldn't help but smile and kiss her.

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first_in_time

Barbara let the innocent act slip and turned to face him as they kissed. The water massaged her back but it only felt jalf as good as Ian did.

"If this is what being half dirty results in," she muttered between kisses, "I think I might find my rabbit holes to fall down in the future."

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splendid_roman

"I said it was more fun being dirty." He smiled against her mouth before reluctantly stopping kissing her to step back a bit, so he was now mostly out of the spray. It meant he could work on washing her front, which he did slowly and carefully, making sure that she was all soapy. Or that's what he would claim if she asked.

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first_in_time

Barbara watched him work on her with the soap, and as good as it felt , the desire to keep touching him only grew stronger the more he touched her. She kept her hands on his hips and leaned forward to make little trails of kisses up and over Ian's shoulder, behind his ear, along his neck...

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splendid_roman

It felt so good that Ian could quite happily have stayed here doing this. But at the back of his mind was the thought that they could run out of hot water, not to mention that they were wasting water. So having thoroughly washed the top half of her, minus her head he held out the soap to her. "Why don't you finish washing and then we can go and dry off in the bedroom."

From:

first_in_time

"If you insist," she replied with a small sigh and watched him go. The. Is was a matter of quickly washing herself and rinsing away the soap so that she could join him.

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splendid_roman

Ian tended to dry himself off fairly quickly anyway, so he was dry by the time Barbara made it to the bedroom, although he'd wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he put his arms round her to hug her close and kiss her, before saying softly in her ear, "Why don't I dry you off?" and then kissing down her neck.

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first_in_time

The kisses made Barbara weak at the knees. She was powerless to do much else other than let Ian kiss at her neck. Barbara pushed herself toward him, making their bodies press together.

"I think we should find somewhere more comfortable," she said instead and pulled him into a lengthy kiss, her hand fumbling at his towel until it fell away.

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splendid_roman

Not wanting to stop kissing her, he said nothing, instead pulling her over to the bed, so that they fell on it. Then he kept his promise to dry her, following his drying up with kisses and ultimately showing her how much he loved her.

Afterwards he held her close, kissed her some more and tangled his fingers in her hair. "I'm hungry, I think we should have a late dinner." Despite his words he didn't make any effort to go anywhere.

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first_in_time

She waited, eyes closed, for Ian to get up but when he didn't, Barbara sat up instead.

"I'll see what you have, shall I?" Barbara smiled down at him.

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splendid_roman

Ian smiled back and sat up to kiss her again. "I know I married you for a reason." He grinned at her.

He was sure he must have something in the kitchen cupboards that would keep for a week. They could go shopping for more food tomorrow.

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first_in_time

Barbara kissed him again, twice, then stood up from the bed. She contemplated putting on a robe but decided not to in the end. It would be more fun that way, and they hadn't pulled back any of the blinds, so no one would see her.

Of course, she didn't think that anyone would actually be in the house...Barbara walked down the short hall and turned into the kitchen to see a tall man with dark hair, a solid frame and suspenders, leaving against the counter and sipping tea.

He winked ar her and Barbara screamed, her hands flung around her and she turned to dash back into the bedroom.

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splendid_roman

The stranger seemed to content to remain the kitchen, drinking his tea. But at her scream Ian was immediately up off the bed and thinking about more important things than getting dressed. "What is it?" he gave Barbara a worried look when she returned and tried to put a comforting arm around her.

From:

first_in_time

"There's a man in the kitchen!" she shreiked, close to hysterics. She had to take some deep breaths before she completely lost her mind.

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splendid_roman

"All right, I'll deal with him." He rubbed her back briefly and then let go of her to put his dressing gown on, not taking the time to look for his pants, which he'd left on the floor with the rest of his clothes. He went down the hall to the kitchen to confront the man in there.

He didn't have any weapons to hand, but it didn't seem like he needed them. The man wasn't acting like a normal burglar, but that didn't mean Ian was any less angry at having his flat broken into and scaring Barbara.

"What are you doing here?" Ian asked, standing up straight and acting like he wasn't dressed only in a dressing gown. His voice was enough to bring terror to even the sixth formers, although it was less tested on grown men. "If you don't leave right now I'm calling the police."

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first_in_time

The strange man put down one of the papers Ian probably should have been marking now that he was home from his honeymoon, and smirked.

"After a performance like that?" he retorted in an arrogant way, "I'm surprised you can even walk, let alone call the police."

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splendid_roman

For a moment Ian just gaped at him, not believing that someone could say something like that. And then embarrassment caught up and he reddened at the knowledge that someone had been listening to them. They hadn't been that loud, the walls being too thin here for that, but they hadn't felt the need to be that quiet either, not now they were married.

It occurred to him that this man wasn't a burglar, but a voyeur. He probably prowled the streets, looking for suitable targets and then broke into their houses while they were occupied and not really listening to what was going on outside the bedroom.

"I'm calling the police." He had no intention of letting this man go now and he strode over to the phone, not noticing that his hastily-tied dressing gown was loosening.

Edited Date: 2013-08-08 02:15 pm (UTC)

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first_in_time

Jack chuckled at Ian's embarrassment and sipped at his tea again. He missed the future where sex wasn't such an intimidating, secretive thing. One day he'd get back there, even if he had to live through the prude times before hand.

"Ian?" Jack said as he walked toward the phone, "your crown jewels are showing." He nodded at the small gap in Ian's dressing gown, and tried not to grin.

From:

splendid_roman

Ian clutched at the dressing gown, holding it closed, and whirled on Jack. "How do you know my name?" Although after he asked he realised that the man'd had plenty of time to go through their things. His name would be on the post, if nowhere else.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He advanced on the stranger, angry and hoping to make him feel threatened.

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first_in_time

Jack calmly sipped at his tea, Ian's intimidation having no affect on him what so ever. His eyes didn't waver from Ian's, and his stance stayed just as relaxed as when he was first found.

"Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood," he replied after taking his time to swallow the tea in his mouth and have a second sip. "I know your name, Ian Chesterton because I know the Doctor and we need to discuss exactly what happened between you and your wife this afternoon."