A new addition

[1000_cranes]

It had been such a shame to put sweaty running clothes back on over clean skin, but at least it wasn't a long walk home. The ends of her red hair were still dripping when she walked through the door. Banon came running as Charlie toed out of her shoes. It had been a few days, and she's not even entirely used to being back yet

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[coffee_sir]

"Fuddy duddy?"

Ianto had just stepped out of the 'library', a book in hand, as Charlie stepped in. "I must have heard you wrong. Old man hearing and all. What did you really call me?" he teased.

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"Oh, you heard me," said Charlie, standing up and pulling a face at him. "You don't miss a trick, Ianto Jones, and you know it."

She twisted her damp hair up from the nape of her neck.

"I went for a swim after my run."

[coffee_sir]

"So I noticed," he said, setting aside the book so he could encircle her waist with his arms. "I don't miss a trick, after all. Did you want to get out of those dirty clothes, then?"

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"I kinda do," admitted Charlie, pressing every inch of damp skin against him.

"I've got something to tell you, so I'll change, you listen, 'kay?"

She grinned at him and stretched up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto swallowed down a groan at the feel of her cool, wet skin.

"I am all ears," he murmured, catching her lips in a proper kiss.

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CHarlie made a soft, contented noise against Ianto's lips, staying against him for a moment before pulling back, taking his hand and leading him towards the bedroom.

"Sit," she said, turning her back on him and peeling her t-shirt over her head.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto followed obediently, and sat as instructed. He leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, to watch her strip, eyes following every curve and muscle.

"I'm paying very close attention," he said. And he was.

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Charlie reached back to unhook her bra and made a frustrated sound, backing up until Ianto could reach it.

"So somebody offered me a pet today."

[coffee_sir]

He took the opportunity to slide his hands up her back, stopping sharply when her words filtered in.

"Sorry... pet?"

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"A pet," she said, hands on her hips while she waited for him to unhook her bra. "You know? A vulnerable little animal to love and adore?"

She glanced back over her should at him, raising an eyebrow.

[coffee_sir]

Ah, subterfuge. If he knew what was going on, he was more willing to play along.

Ianto matched her look with a raised brow of his own and unhooked her bra. "What kind of pet?"

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Charlie turned to face him, standing close, cradling the black cotton of her sports bra against her chest. She was smiling.

"Marian asked me if I wanted a piglet. Her pigs had babies!"

[coffee_sir]

That was by no means fair, but Ianto wasn't going to call her on it. He was still benefiting from it, after all.

"A pig? You want to keep a pig?" he asked, just to make sure he had that right.

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"I guess," said Charlie, nodding. "Apparently, they're real clean and real clever, and they're so cute, Ianto. Marian let me look in on them, and, jeez they're cute."

She grinned at him.

[coffee_sir]

"Oh yes. Very clean," he agreed, nodding along. "Always keep their mud and feces to their sties. And very cute, especially when they've grown fat enough to be dinner. You want to keep a pig?"

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Charlie's mouth made a perfect 'o' of horror, and she dropped her bra, but only so she could reach out and slap Ianto's arm.

"Jesus, Ianto." She made a face. "I'm talking about a pet, not bacon."