Oh definitely. It would probably be Gwen....let's see give it a test run right now....
Gwen giggled slightly as she ran her fingers over Ianto's chest, gently tangling them in the surprisingly soft hairs. "Rhys," she said conspiratorially, "he's fuzzier than you are..."
"He is, isn't he?" Rhys murmured in ascent, reaching over to lace his fingers with hers, joining in the petting. "Threw me off at first, you don't look like you would be a furry-chested bloke. But now it seems rather appropriate."
Ianto, enjoying the caresses for more than one reason, gave a casual shrug. "Jack's put off by it."
Gwen turned her head to give the man spooning her a disapproving look. "Jack!"
"Now, hold on a sec - ," came the defensive tone.
Rhys was quickly morphing into his ranting face. "Oh, so green skin and tentacles is all right, but a little bit of fuzz on the front just crosses a line?"
"First of all, it was blue skin, second of all, I never said it 'put me off'!"
Ianto, milking it for all it was worth, added helpfully, "You 'suggested' I get it waxed."
"Ah, come on, now - "
A very disgruntled Welshman now sat up to better glower at the American. "So much for being 'open-minded' and 'modern'! You've got some nerve - "
" - Tone it down a bit, Rhys," Gwen interjected. She again turned to her employer and chided softly, "Really, Jack. You wanted to get rid of this lovely stuff?" To emphasize the point, she broadly stroked over Ianto's chest, curling a few hairs around her index finger.
Jack pouted. "If you're all gonna gang up on me, I'm leaving."
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Date: 2008-04-17 04:25 pm (UTC)Gwen giggled slightly as she ran her fingers over Ianto's chest, gently tangling them in the surprisingly soft hairs. "Rhys," she said conspiratorially, "he's fuzzier than you are..."
"He is, isn't he?" Rhys murmured in ascent, reaching over to lace his fingers with hers, joining in the petting. "Threw me off at first, you don't look like you would be a furry-chested bloke. But now it seems rather appropriate."
Ianto, enjoying the caresses for more than one reason, gave a casual shrug. "Jack's put off by it."
Gwen turned her head to give the man spooning her a disapproving look. "Jack!"
"Now, hold on a sec - ," came the defensive tone.
Rhys was quickly morphing into his ranting face. "Oh, so green skin and tentacles is all right, but a little bit of fuzz on the front just crosses a line?"
"First of all, it was blue skin, second of all, I never said it 'put me off'!"
Ianto, milking it for all it was worth, added helpfully, "You 'suggested' I get it waxed."
"Ah, come on, now - "
A very disgruntled Welshman now sat up to better glower at the American. "So much for being 'open-minded' and 'modern'! You've got some nerve - "
" - Tone it down a bit, Rhys," Gwen interjected. She again turned to her employer and chided softly, "Really, Jack. You wanted to get rid of this lovely stuff?" To emphasize the point, she broadly stroked over Ianto's chest, curling a few hairs around her index finger.
Jack pouted. "If you're all gonna gang up on me, I'm leaving."