[RL WITH SULU][backdated to the 15th]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto tried to roll over, but noticed two things. One, that there was someone in the space where he was trying to roll over, and two, that that someone was pretty much sprawled over-top of him. Oh. And that that someone was female. As was he, apparently. Still. He lay his head back down on the pillow with a sigh. Well. It could have been worse, he supposed. At least he was still humanoid. He'd rather be a woman than...god knows what, a cat or a fly or something. And there wasn't really anything bad with being a female, other than the fact that it was awkward. He didn't have to continuously keep touching anyone lest he pass out, or. Well, anything of that sort. So he supposed all-in-all, he'd gotten off easy. And he had Sulu staying over with him and everything.

The only problem was that they were both females, and had been for the last couple of days, and well. That was weird. He'd sort of become acquainted with this look on Sulu the last time that the man had been stuck as a woman, but. Himself being one as well... That was going to take some getting used to. Getting used to that he had hoped wouldn't have to happen, but this being the morning of day 3 of the virus, Ianto was starting to suspect that this one wasn't going to be one of the shorter ones after all.

((ooc note: From here-on out, all Ianto comments will be coming from twcoffeechick))

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[parked]

Sulu tilted his head obligingly as Ianto pressed against his neck, moving his own hand away from Ianto's in order trace the curve of the other's shoulder. It was all different - not wrong, but it was definitely not the same as he was used to. If he were any less patient, he might've been frustrated with the idea that he'd have to relearn what Ianto's body felt like, but as it stood, he was actually pretty excited for it.

He dragged his fingers lightly down Ianto's arm, shifting to rest his hand lower on Ianto's waist than Ianto had gone, lightly gripping the curve of Ianto's hip, toying with the hem of Ianto's shirt, grinning a bit and shifting into Ianto's own touch.

[torchwoodcoffeechick]

Ianto smiled against the skin of Sulu's neck, pressing another kiss there before pulling back, laying his head back down on the pillow. He didn't mind Sulu's hand at the hem of his shirt, on his hip, and in fact, he rather enjoyed it. It was teasing, and it held a promise. A promise of more, and...god, but it was exciting, even if being a woman was weird as hell sometimes.

He bunched his hand in the fabric of Sulu's t-shirt where he had his hand resting, before pulling it up, not so much moving his hand as he was moving Sulu's shirt, until his hand rested on the warm, soft skin of Sulu's side. He trailed it to his back, tracking on the skin there lightly, as he'd done times before with Sulu in his regular body. There wasn't a rule that everything had to be new about this situation, after all, and familiarity would definitely help to make things less weird for the pair of them.