Time Alone (1/1)
Title: Time Alone
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Everything up to 2x01 (Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang)
Words: 1,350
Warnings: Unashamed Fluff
Thrace Warning Level: 5
Summary: There’d been many mornings like this in his life before Torchwood Three and Jack. When he was at university, many a morning lecture had fallen to the wayside in the spring and, even at Torchwood One, he’d had enough of these mornings to remember.
But today seems more peaceful than any of the others and Ianto knows why.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, property of RTD and the BBC - but I'd like Ianto now they're bored of him... and a dragon =]
** this was written specifically for hab318princess who's had a pretty crap time of things at work recently and because she's awesome and didn't deserve it! This is a bit of sun inspired fluff that kinda just happened as soon as I thought she deserved something happy all for her =]
I really, really enjoyed writing this, especially the way it came out as it's kind of a break from my usual style... but that feels good! So here we are, pure warm fuzzies for you all =D enjoy! <3
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TIME ALONE
Ianto lies in his bed, letting the sunlight drip through the break in the curtains and fall across the exposed skin of his back. He closes his eyes and exhales slowly through his nose, completely happy. For once, he’s enjoying the lazy hours of mid morning through no injury or punishment. For once, he’s enjoying it simply because he can.
He’s sleepy, but he doesn’t mind, safe in the knowledge that he won’t be disturbed or shaken from his rest. It’s long past the time when the birds would be singing their discordant melodies in the trees outside and even the traffic wasn’t blaring. There was a breeze outside, making the tops of the trees wave gently, but none of the chill reached through the glass that let in the warmth.
There’d been many mornings like this in his life before Torchwood Three and Jack. When he was at university, many a morning lecture had fallen to the wayside in the spring and, even at Torchwood One, he’d had enough of these mornings to remember.
But today seems more peaceful than any of the others and Ianto knows why.
He smiles and shifts his head a little against the pillow, lying on his front and facing the window, an arm tucked under the pillow and supporting his head. He opens his eyes slightly and takes another look at the strip of blue he can see through the curtains. It’s enough for him and he closes his eyes again, content to drift back into his half waking state.
He could remember a time when he thought he would never feel this calm again. He could remember nights he’d lain awake and screaming for it all to go away, for someone to show some mercy to him and end everything. He could remember mornings when it was still dark outside, called into work with a brusque order and nothing more. He could remember mornings missed through sheer pig-headedness as he found himself determined not to remember the events of the day.
Ianto is almost asleep again when he feels a warm hand sliding fingertips across his back, settling over one of his shoulder blades before sliding around to his side, the palm slowly following the contours of his ribs before resting just above his hip.
The hand’s owner makes himself known as he lies down next to him, on top of the duvet, and rests his head on the opposite pillow. Ianto turns to look at his lover and he smiles. No words are needed for the moment and Ianto just studies Jack’s face, taking his time as he reacquaints himself with the features and the soft, honest smile that’s as valuable to him as Lisa’s life had been. The life of the man in front of him, even with all its self-replenishing properties, was worth far more, for he’s still there and gives Ianto’s head and heart a reason to keep functioning.
Still, beneath that smile, the smile that makes his heart skip a beat whenever he sees it, there’s a trace of sadness that Ianto knows he can never take away. He knows that Jack has been through far more than he will let on - he knows from the short conversation in the Hub the day before - and he knows that only time can balm that horror.
It’s time that Ianto probably doesn’t have, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest. Jack’s far more important to him than that.
He brings his free hand up and runs his fingers across the side of Jack’s cheek, his thumb resting against that perfect, private smile, running across his lips in a gentle caress that makes the smile change. Jack’s lips part and Ianto lets his thumb be drawn into his mouth, teeth pressing into the pad of the digit and a tongue running over the tip. He feels one of Jack’s hands curl loosely around his wrist as he takes the thumb further into his mouth, eyes still locked together.
Ianto knows he’s smiling, but he doesn’t mind. The sunlight is still warm and soothing against his back and Jack’s arm is still slung possessively around his waist in a way that says, ‘you’re mine.’ Jack pulls Ianto’s thumb from his mouth and leans forwards, pressing a soft, indulgent kiss to his lips and Ianto can taste something sweet that sends a rush of warmth through him.
He shifts a little and draws Jack closer, his tongue delving into his lover’s mouth to taste more of his early morning snack. Jack’s hand moves from around his waist and Ianto turns onto his side, Jack’s hand returning to caress and stroke his side and back, the fingers rubbing slow circles into the base of his spine and making him shiver.
When he pulls back, he’s happy and sated, his eyelids drooping slightly as the hazy atmosphere wraps itself around him once more. He smiles and closes his eyes again, happy to stay in Jack’s arms for a while longer. It’s warm and safe there and he has absolutely no compunction to get up. There’s no need to be on alert for work because they’re already there - time loops were wonderful things.
He can feel Jack’s fingers brushing his cheek and running through his hair, tracing the shape of eyebrow, his cheek bone, his jaw, tracing the shell of his ear and the whole time Ianto knows there’s a look of fervent concentration in Jack’s eyes, like he’s trying to drink in every single detail of his existence.
Ianto brings his hand up to clasp Jack’s wrist, halting the progression of his fingertips as they run along his lips for the fourth time. He opens his eyes again, deliberately looking at Jack, as he brings Jack’s palm to his lips and presses a kiss to the callused skin there. He moves and presses another to his wrist and the fingers curl into a fist, trying to hold the first kiss in place. He lets his lips travel across Jack’s bare arm, placing kisses gently as he goes, each one measured and precise until he reaches Jack’s shoulder and bends closer, their eyes falling from each other.
Ianto moves to Jack’s neck and he’s certain that his lover’s eyes have slid closed as his head has tilted up slightly, baring more of the soft skin for Ianto to taste and remember.
It brings back memories to him, but they pale in comparison to what he feels at that moment. His last kiss is placed to the where his lover’s neck meets his strong jaw and he moves back and captures Jack’s lips firmly once more.
It lasts only a few moments before he sighs gently and lies back on his front, face towards the window again. He hears his lover’s soft chuckle as an arm claims him again, fingers gripping ever so slightly to his waist. Jack nestles closer to him and Ianto can feel his warm breath on his shoulder before a kiss is placed there - no more than a brush of lips - and Jack rests his head down.
Ianto can feel the sleepy, half-conscious state beckoning him again and before he gives himself over, he sends out a silent thanks to the one person he never thought he’d be indebted to.
For all their time together, Ianto had known there were ghosts in the room, one for each of them, but now Jack was home and it was different. They were alone together and happy. Ianto had never entertained the thought of Jack returning after he found his Doctor again, but the proof is there and solid and wrapped around him.
So, Ianto lies there, the sunlight warming his skin from one side and his lover warming the other. He exhales slowly, every cell in his body content. He listens to the gentle rustling of the trees outside the window and the soft sounds of Jack’s breathing mixing with his own.
He enjoys the moment for what it is; time alone with Jack, because, for the first time, that is what they are.
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Fin x. - comments are so much appreciated =]
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Everything up to 2x01 (Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang)
Words: 1,350
Warnings: Unashamed Fluff
Thrace Warning Level: 5
Summary: There’d been many mornings like this in his life before Torchwood Three and Jack. When he was at university, many a morning lecture had fallen to the wayside in the spring and, even at Torchwood One, he’d had enough of these mornings to remember.
But today seems more peaceful than any of the others and Ianto knows why.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, property of RTD and the BBC - but I'd like Ianto now they're bored of him... and a dragon =]
** this was written specifically for hab318princess who's had a pretty crap time of things at work recently and because she's awesome and didn't deserve it! This is a bit of sun inspired fluff that kinda just happened as soon as I thought she deserved something happy all for her =]
I really, really enjoyed writing this, especially the way it came out as it's kind of a break from my usual style... but that feels good! So here we are, pure warm fuzzies for you all =D enjoy! <3
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TIME ALONE
Ianto lies in his bed, letting the sunlight drip through the break in the curtains and fall across the exposed skin of his back. He closes his eyes and exhales slowly through his nose, completely happy. For once, he’s enjoying the lazy hours of mid morning through no injury or punishment. For once, he’s enjoying it simply because he can.
He’s sleepy, but he doesn’t mind, safe in the knowledge that he won’t be disturbed or shaken from his rest. It’s long past the time when the birds would be singing their discordant melodies in the trees outside and even the traffic wasn’t blaring. There was a breeze outside, making the tops of the trees wave gently, but none of the chill reached through the glass that let in the warmth.
There’d been many mornings like this in his life before Torchwood Three and Jack. When he was at university, many a morning lecture had fallen to the wayside in the spring and, even at Torchwood One, he’d had enough of these mornings to remember.
But today seems more peaceful than any of the others and Ianto knows why.
He smiles and shifts his head a little against the pillow, lying on his front and facing the window, an arm tucked under the pillow and supporting his head. He opens his eyes slightly and takes another look at the strip of blue he can see through the curtains. It’s enough for him and he closes his eyes again, content to drift back into his half waking state.
He could remember a time when he thought he would never feel this calm again. He could remember nights he’d lain awake and screaming for it all to go away, for someone to show some mercy to him and end everything. He could remember mornings when it was still dark outside, called into work with a brusque order and nothing more. He could remember mornings missed through sheer pig-headedness as he found himself determined not to remember the events of the day.
Ianto is almost asleep again when he feels a warm hand sliding fingertips across his back, settling over one of his shoulder blades before sliding around to his side, the palm slowly following the contours of his ribs before resting just above his hip.
The hand’s owner makes himself known as he lies down next to him, on top of the duvet, and rests his head on the opposite pillow. Ianto turns to look at his lover and he smiles. No words are needed for the moment and Ianto just studies Jack’s face, taking his time as he reacquaints himself with the features and the soft, honest smile that’s as valuable to him as Lisa’s life had been. The life of the man in front of him, even with all its self-replenishing properties, was worth far more, for he’s still there and gives Ianto’s head and heart a reason to keep functioning.
Still, beneath that smile, the smile that makes his heart skip a beat whenever he sees it, there’s a trace of sadness that Ianto knows he can never take away. He knows that Jack has been through far more than he will let on - he knows from the short conversation in the Hub the day before - and he knows that only time can balm that horror.
It’s time that Ianto probably doesn’t have, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest. Jack’s far more important to him than that.
He brings his free hand up and runs his fingers across the side of Jack’s cheek, his thumb resting against that perfect, private smile, running across his lips in a gentle caress that makes the smile change. Jack’s lips part and Ianto lets his thumb be drawn into his mouth, teeth pressing into the pad of the digit and a tongue running over the tip. He feels one of Jack’s hands curl loosely around his wrist as he takes the thumb further into his mouth, eyes still locked together.
Ianto knows he’s smiling, but he doesn’t mind. The sunlight is still warm and soothing against his back and Jack’s arm is still slung possessively around his waist in a way that says, ‘you’re mine.’ Jack pulls Ianto’s thumb from his mouth and leans forwards, pressing a soft, indulgent kiss to his lips and Ianto can taste something sweet that sends a rush of warmth through him.
He shifts a little and draws Jack closer, his tongue delving into his lover’s mouth to taste more of his early morning snack. Jack’s hand moves from around his waist and Ianto turns onto his side, Jack’s hand returning to caress and stroke his side and back, the fingers rubbing slow circles into the base of his spine and making him shiver.
When he pulls back, he’s happy and sated, his eyelids drooping slightly as the hazy atmosphere wraps itself around him once more. He smiles and closes his eyes again, happy to stay in Jack’s arms for a while longer. It’s warm and safe there and he has absolutely no compunction to get up. There’s no need to be on alert for work because they’re already there - time loops were wonderful things.
He can feel Jack’s fingers brushing his cheek and running through his hair, tracing the shape of eyebrow, his cheek bone, his jaw, tracing the shell of his ear and the whole time Ianto knows there’s a look of fervent concentration in Jack’s eyes, like he’s trying to drink in every single detail of his existence.
Ianto brings his hand up to clasp Jack’s wrist, halting the progression of his fingertips as they run along his lips for the fourth time. He opens his eyes again, deliberately looking at Jack, as he brings Jack’s palm to his lips and presses a kiss to the callused skin there. He moves and presses another to his wrist and the fingers curl into a fist, trying to hold the first kiss in place. He lets his lips travel across Jack’s bare arm, placing kisses gently as he goes, each one measured and precise until he reaches Jack’s shoulder and bends closer, their eyes falling from each other.
Ianto moves to Jack’s neck and he’s certain that his lover’s eyes have slid closed as his head has tilted up slightly, baring more of the soft skin for Ianto to taste and remember.
It brings back memories to him, but they pale in comparison to what he feels at that moment. His last kiss is placed to the where his lover’s neck meets his strong jaw and he moves back and captures Jack’s lips firmly once more.
It lasts only a few moments before he sighs gently and lies back on his front, face towards the window again. He hears his lover’s soft chuckle as an arm claims him again, fingers gripping ever so slightly to his waist. Jack nestles closer to him and Ianto can feel his warm breath on his shoulder before a kiss is placed there - no more than a brush of lips - and Jack rests his head down.
Ianto can feel the sleepy, half-conscious state beckoning him again and before he gives himself over, he sends out a silent thanks to the one person he never thought he’d be indebted to.
For all their time together, Ianto had known there were ghosts in the room, one for each of them, but now Jack was home and it was different. They were alone together and happy. Ianto had never entertained the thought of Jack returning after he found his Doctor again, but the proof is there and solid and wrapped around him.
So, Ianto lies there, the sunlight warming his skin from one side and his lover warming the other. He exhales slowly, every cell in his body content. He listens to the gentle rustling of the trees outside the window and the soft sounds of Jack’s breathing mixing with his own.
He enjoys the moment for what it is; time alone with Jack, because, for the first time, that is what they are.
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Fin x. - comments are so much appreciated =]