dream a little dream of me
Had the oddest dream last night, most of it somehow linked back to work and other stress-related jazz, at least up until the end where my Torchwood lovelies made an appearance! It was rather pretty if strange. Ianto was being all emo and teary-eyed for some reason, he kissed a man who's face I couldn't make out then pulled away with a wibbly face. Jack came up behind him, wrapped an arm about his shoulders and whispered throatily into his ear: "I can give you what you need" before turning Ianto and proceeding to kiss the life out of him.
And then, of course, I woke up. Realised I'd slept in. And made a mad dash to be washed, dressed and at work within twenty minutes. I'm rather proud to say I arrived, early ;D and so had time to jot down my odd little dream. Of course, by the time I'd done that I'd half convinced myself Ianto had been dating/snogging PC Andy (more txt!pwn anyone?) but that he was secretly angsting over his love for Jack who decided to make his move and claim Ianto for his own...
"I can give you what you need," Jack said, his voice a throaty whisper against the shell of Ianto's ear. He turned the younger man in his arms, pressing his fingers to the tears that stained Ianto's pale cheeks. He smiled, soft and slow at the pain-filled longing in Ianto's gaze, knowing he had the power to take that look away. Jack leant in, his lips a tender press against the corner of Ianto's mouth, a lingering touch as he caressed his lips with a kiss...
Mmmm. I heart my OTP.
And then, of course, I woke up. Realised I'd slept in. And made a mad dash to be washed, dressed and at work within twenty minutes. I'm rather proud to say I arrived, early ;D and so had time to jot down my odd little dream. Of course, by the time I'd done that I'd half convinced myself Ianto had been dating/snogging PC Andy (more txt!pwn anyone?) but that he was secretly angsting over his love for Jack who decided to make his move and claim Ianto for his own...
"I can give you what you need," Jack said, his voice a throaty whisper against the shell of Ianto's ear. He turned the younger man in his arms, pressing his fingers to the tears that stained Ianto's pale cheeks. He smiled, soft and slow at the pain-filled longing in Ianto's gaze, knowing he had the power to take that look away. Jack leant in, his lips a tender press against the corner of Ianto's mouth, a lingering touch as he caressed his lips with a kiss...
Mmmm. I heart my OTP.