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drabble123 Prompt #2 - Breathe
Emma DeMarais Drabble123 Torchwood/Sex/300 Prompt Table
Crossposted totorchwoodslash
Title: Metronome
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Ianto likes variety; Jack likes what comes after
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Ianto likes to stay late in the Hub. He wishes everyone goodnight, putters about with the cleaning, then catches Jack's eye across the open space. He's all formal - suit and tie - during the day, but there's a little smirk that graces his lips once they're alone and that's the real Ianto peeking out.
Ianto likes variety. They're going to run out of places to christen after a while, but for now the Hub's pretty good sized and they haven't had to resort to the cells or the morgue. Ianto's been teasing about putting in some proper office furniture just for Jack's enjoyment, but Jack's never sure if Ianto's teasing or if he's picking a good sturdy desk out of a catalogue up in the tourist office.
Ianto likes Jack to take control, which is interesting since Ianto tends to arrange everything else before the actual sex. One would think he wants to be the dominant party, but as soon as Jack lays his hands on him, Ianto follows - always follows. It's as if he craves Jack's command, the release it brings to turn himself over to someone both powerful and eternal, someone who cannot be harmed no matter what.
It's afterwards that Jack relishes: Ianto's breath warm and steady on his neck, a metronome of humanity - proof of life. Each precious inhalation is numbered: Jack knows this all too well. So he cherishes each one, is comforted by the cycle of life keeping his all too mortal lover by his side. These moments of unguarded silence are when he feels closest to Ianto. No pretense about his past or family, no uptight suit to wear as a mask, just the man himself.
Jack doesn't sleep. He lays there in the dark, Ianto in his arms, listening to his lover breathe.
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drabble123 Prompt #2 - BreatheEmma DeMarais Drabble123 Torchwood/Sex/300 Prompt Table
Crossposted to
torchwoodslashTitle: Metronome
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Ianto likes variety; Jack likes what comes after
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Ianto likes to stay late in the Hub. He wishes everyone goodnight, putters about with the cleaning, then catches Jack's eye across the open space. He's all formal - suit and tie - during the day, but there's a little smirk that graces his lips once they're alone and that's the real Ianto peeking out.
Ianto likes variety. They're going to run out of places to christen after a while, but for now the Hub's pretty good sized and they haven't had to resort to the cells or the morgue. Ianto's been teasing about putting in some proper office furniture just for Jack's enjoyment, but Jack's never sure if Ianto's teasing or if he's picking a good sturdy desk out of a catalogue up in the tourist office.
Ianto likes Jack to take control, which is interesting since Ianto tends to arrange everything else before the actual sex. One would think he wants to be the dominant party, but as soon as Jack lays his hands on him, Ianto follows - always follows. It's as if he craves Jack's command, the release it brings to turn himself over to someone both powerful and eternal, someone who cannot be harmed no matter what.
It's afterwards that Jack relishes: Ianto's breath warm and steady on his neck, a metronome of humanity - proof of life. Each precious inhalation is numbered: Jack knows this all too well. So he cherishes each one, is comforted by the cycle of life keeping his all too mortal lover by his side. These moments of unguarded silence are when he feels closest to Ianto. No pretense about his past or family, no uptight suit to wear as a mask, just the man himself.
Jack doesn't sleep. He lays there in the dark, Ianto in his arms, listening to his lover breathe.
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