Val wanted this, he did, but again it felt like a rush towards carnal desires. yes he wanted Jag, of course he did, but he wanted to know him too. His favourite music, his favourite film- His childhood nickname, or how he preferred his coffee... His political leanings, if he ever watched Big Brother... Little things that he was certain you were supposed to talk about. Little things they often seemed to skim over.

"Jag," he sighed. "I thought we were talking... Don't have to talk about serious things, but..." He paused to kiss him again, then pushed him back slightly.

"Don't think I don't want you, I do, but I also want to know you. I want to now what you love, what you hate... What you want for Christmas? I don't know. Just everything."