...the Jack/Ianto isn't working, is it? . . . “Do you ever think about him?” Ianto asked, his voice lilting softly as he ran long fingers over the curve of her back. Gwen blinked sleepily up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she asked, “Who? Jack?”
Ianto smiled back, nodding his head. She nodded. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “I miss him.”
“I miss him too.” Ianto agreed, his eyes slipping from hers to stare distantly ahead. Gwen shifted onto her side; the bed covers slipping from her shoulders with the movement and exposing the swell of her breasts. Ianto’s eyes flickered back towards her and Gwen’s lips curved into a smile of a different sort.
She reached over, stroking her hand over Ianto’s face, her fingers trailing down his throat before moving round to grip at the back of his neck. She tugged Ianto forward, meeting his lips halfway in a kiss that was both bitter and sweet and laden with the simplicity of want and the complication of need.
“I don’t think about him when I’m with you,” Gwen promised, her voice a breathy whisper as Ianto’s hand moved from her shoulder to her breast, his fingers squeezing gently before moving down her stomach and disappearing beneath the covers...
...the Jack/Ianto isn't working, is it?
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“Do you ever think about him?” Ianto asked, his voice lilting softly as he ran long fingers over the curve of her back. Gwen blinked sleepily up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she asked, “Who? Jack?”
Ianto smiled back, nodding his head. She nodded. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “I miss him.”
“I miss him too.” Ianto agreed, his eyes slipping from hers to stare distantly ahead. Gwen shifted onto her side; the bed covers slipping from her shoulders with the movement and exposing the swell of her breasts. Ianto’s eyes flickered back towards her and Gwen’s lips curved into a smile of a different sort.
She reached over, stroking her hand over Ianto’s face, her fingers trailing down his throat before moving round to grip at the back of his neck. She tugged Ianto forward, meeting his lips halfway in a kiss that was both bitter and sweet and laden with the simplicity of want and the complication of need.
“I don’t think about him when I’m with you,” Gwen promised, her voice a breathy whisper as Ianto’s hand moved from her shoulder to her breast, his fingers squeezing gently before moving down her stomach and disappearing beneath the covers...
::feels so very dirty::
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And the sooner we get help the better, because seriously? It's disturbing just how much I've been contemplating these two! :S
::clings::
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