Title: A Girl Can Dream
Pairing: Ianto Jones/ToshikoSato
Genre: Smut. Pure PWP.
Summary: The request was for Ianto/Tosh phone sex.
Notes: Written for steplianna at the tw_gleeclub Gold High Tops Challenge.
“Tosh,” Ianto says, activating a private channel on their comms. “I’ve got this section of the coding done. I’m sending it to your computer now.”
“I’ve got it,” Tosh replies, “Hello gorgeous.”
“Are you talking to me?” Ianto asks with a laugh, “Or the program?”
“I meant the program.”
“You are too.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Sure you are,” Tosh says, then lowers her voice. “Sometimes I think about you.”
“I think about you too.”
“No. I mean, when I’m…alone…in bed.”
“I mean, I know you and Jack are… But, hey, a girl can dream.”
“Tosh,” Ianto interrupts, flicking on the CCTV monitor and scrolling through the screens to focus on Tosh’s area. She has her head in her hands and Ianto is sure that, if not for the poor quality of the picture, he would see her blushing. “Tosh, I want you to do something for me.”
“Uh, right,” Tosh says, snapping her head up and moving her hands back to the keyboard. “Work to do.”
“Not that, Tosh. I want you to touch yourself, for me.”
“I can’t, Ianto,” Tosh says, even as she traces one hand over her throat.
“Yes, you can,” Ianto whispers. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it.”
Tosh gives a short breathless laugh. “We’re in work, Ianto.”
“It doesn’t matter. I want you to pinch your nipples, Tosh.” Ianto watches the screen as Tosh slowly crosses her arms and squeezes through her blouse and bra. “Does that feel good, Tosh?”
“Mmm,” Tosh moans, leaning her head back and licking her lips.
“That’s good, Tosh,” Ianto purrs. “So good. Now, slide your hands under your blouse and cup your breasts. Run your thumbs over the skin. Pretend it’s my tongue.”
Ianto watches Tosh as she closes her eyes tightly and shifts down in her chair. He palms himself through his trousers in an attempt to reduce some of the strain on his zipper.
“You’re making me hard, Tosh. I want to snog you until you can’t breathe, then lick every inch of you,” Ianto says. Tosh’s tongue darts out of her mouth as her hands roam lower over her stomach and hips. “I want you to touch yourself. Pull your skirt up and stroke your thighs.”
Tosh’s fingers play lightly over her inner thighs and Ianto smiles as he sees her edge a finger under the lace of her panties. He undoes the zip of his trousers and sighs at the relief. “You’re so beautiful, Tosh. Undone and abandoned for me. You have no idea what you do to me. Are you wet, Tosh? Are you wet for me?”
“Yes. Oh, god, yes,” she pants.
“Mmmm. I want you to taste yourself. I want you to press one finger inside yourself and then taste. Can you do that for me, Tosh? Tell me what you taste like.”
Tosh’s reply is less that coherent and Ianto reaches down to grab his cock, not able to resist any longer. He sighs as his hand closes around his erection and he settles into a quick rhythm of pulls.
“Tosh,” he says, his own voice strained, “put a hand inside your knickers and roll your clit between your fingers. Show me what want me to do to you.” Tosh arches back in her chair as her fingers brush across her most sensitive area. She moves her fingers for a moment before going still in her chair and calling out Ianto’s name.
Watching her come on the monitors Ianto quickly follows, coating the screen in front of him. He opens his eyes and quickly tucks himself back in. “Tosh? Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” she replies. “That was…”
“Let me clean up in here and I’ll head down. See what we can do about round 2.”
As Ianto finishes wiping the computer screen, the door of the tourist office slams open and Jack, Owen, and Gwen enter, dripping water on to the floor.
“Nice to see you all back safely,” Ianto says, without disconnecting the comm. link. “And since you are back, I believe I’ll be taking my lunch break with Tosh.”