Happenstance: Ghost Machine (3/??)
Title: Happenstance: Ghost Machine
Rating: Adult for this Chapter
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Through Series 1, Episode 3
Summary: Ghost Machine, from Ianto’s perspective
A/N: Can be read alone, if you've seen the episode it will make sense
Disclaimer: Oh, that I owned Torchwood or any of her characters. If I did, I would keep them and hide them away from you all… And if I was getting paid for this, I would update far more frequently.
`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
Dr. Tanizaki,
I cannot thank you enough for agreeing to review Ms. Hallett’s case. I assure you that you are the only person qualified to address her situation.
I have attached a tentative itinerary and your e-tickets. I’ve arranged for you a car and driver for the duration of your stay. Please do not hesitate to contact me if these accomodations are not to your liking.
With sincerest thanks,
Ianto Jones
Clicking send, Ianto is suddenly overtaken with an unidentifiable emotion, a lump rises in his throat and his chest tightens painfully. He allows himself a moment to press his forehead to the cool desk in the Tourist office, gripping the edge to ensure that he does not crumple into a fetal ball on the floor. Ragged breaths shudder in and out of his lungs, as tears spring to his eyes.
Help is coming.
After this brief, but intense, moment of humanity, Ianto physically shakes himself, and brushes of his jacket. A quick check of the time tells him that the team will have finished their morning coffees. Flipping the sign on the door to read ‘closed,’ he heads down to play tea boy. This promised to be a stressful day, everyone was already on edge.
`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
Glorious.
She rises above him, glowing, radient.
She smiles softly, and rolls her hips, making Ianto moan.
He reaches out to touch her hair, trailing his hand down her dewy soft cheek. He never wants this moment end. He wants to spend his life in the arms of this beautiful woman.
She leans in closer, chuckling at his wide-eyed expression and presses a soft kiss to his lips.
He brings both hands to hold her to him, prolonging the kiss. He closes his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of Lisa surrounding him, enveloping him.
She breaks away to whisper against his mouth, “I love Ianto, I will always love you”.
She kisses him again, slipping her tounge between his lips. He latches onto her, responding with vigor. The kiss changes. Becomes rougher, more raw. Ianto body tightens with the need for release. Lisa has never kissed him this way, like she needs to possess him. Hands work under him to grasp his ass, pressing bodies more tightly together. With great remorse, Ianto pulls back to catch his breath. He gazes into crystal blue eyes, as strong hands fondle him intimately.
Ianto wakes with a violent start, almost toppling off the couch, in the middle of the hub. He hadn’t meant to sleep like that, just wanted a cat nap.
“Oh God! Jack?!”
I’m dreaming about sex, with my boss? While sleeping at work? Ianto Jones you have officially lost your mind. What if the team had come back already? What if-Oh God, you’re completely hard, in the hub, because of a sex dream. About your boss. Seriously, insanity.
He briskly walks to the lavatory, checking the CCTV feed on Tosh’s computer on his way. No sign of anyone inside or outside. He locks the door behind him and neatly hangs up his suit jacket on a hook near the door, installed by him specifically for that purpose. He slashes cold water on his face, until his hands tingle from the temperature. He had never understood why water at the hub could run so cold, or as hot as it does, perhaps some alien tech installed years ago. He found it strange that someone would bother with something so mundane, but found the endless supply of hot water very pleasant after messy missions. He turns the tap off, and leans hard on the sink, refusing to look himself in the eye just yet. He counts ten slow measured breaths, making sure that each exhalation lasts twice as long as each inhalation. Finally, he forces himself to look into the mirror. With a sigh he takes in the flushed cheeks, and too bright eyes.
Hopefully, they will all be too busy to notice…
With that he retrieves his jacket, and returns to work intent on willing his erection away. Soon after, the team arrives, with Gwen in a panic. Ianto surreptitiously serves her hot tea, while the Tosh and Owen drink their coffees. He efficiently walks Jack's coffee to his office and quickly excuses himself to pick up doughnuts. Ianto breathes in the fresh air as he walks across the Plas.
I couldn’t even look Jack in the eye. This is stupid. I’ve had sex dreams about coworkers before. I can deal with this. I hardly even dreamt of him. It was Lisa.
He felt a sharp pang with that thought. It had been a very long time since he had dreamt of Lisa that way. It had been a much longer time since he had had Lisa like that.
FOCUS, IANTO! You have to be on your toes. You can NOT draw ANY attention to yourself, not now. Not when you are so close. Dr. Tanizaki is coming to see her, don’t fuck it up now.
On the way to the bakery, he passes a liquor store, and recalls that they had nearly finished off Jack’s stash of Scotch a week or so ago, after a particularly rough conference call with the PM and Unit. He would stop on the way back to pick up a bottle of Bowmans’ 30 year.
It wouldn’t do, to have a conference call without a nip. Jack’s spoiled me.
Waiting in line at his preferred bakery, Ianto allows himself to think objectively about his dream.
Of course Jack is an attractive man, and certainly oversexed. Anyone can see that. But, what does that mean? Do I feel like he is taking over my time with Lisa? Do I feel like my allegiance is being pulled away from her to him? Or is it strictly an unexpected attraction?
“Your order, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Parcel in hand, his thoughts almost beginning to order themselves, he makes a quick stop for Scotch, and heads back to the hub. He has to ensure that everything is ready for Dr, Tanizaki, and see if there have been any new findings on Gwen’s ghost.
Rating: Adult for this Chapter
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Through Series 1, Episode 3
Summary: Ghost Machine, from Ianto’s perspective
A/N: Can be read alone, if you've seen the episode it will make sense
Disclaimer: Oh, that I owned Torchwood or any of her characters. If I did, I would keep them and hide them away from you all… And if I was getting paid for this, I would update far more frequently.
`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
Dr. Tanizaki,
I cannot thank you enough for agreeing to review Ms. Hallett’s case. I assure you that you are the only person qualified to address her situation.
I have attached a tentative itinerary and your e-tickets. I’ve arranged for you a car and driver for the duration of your stay. Please do not hesitate to contact me if these accomodations are not to your liking.
With sincerest thanks,
Ianto Jones
Clicking send, Ianto is suddenly overtaken with an unidentifiable emotion, a lump rises in his throat and his chest tightens painfully. He allows himself a moment to press his forehead to the cool desk in the Tourist office, gripping the edge to ensure that he does not crumple into a fetal ball on the floor. Ragged breaths shudder in and out of his lungs, as tears spring to his eyes.
Help is coming.
After this brief, but intense, moment of humanity, Ianto physically shakes himself, and brushes of his jacket. A quick check of the time tells him that the team will have finished their morning coffees. Flipping the sign on the door to read ‘closed,’ he heads down to play tea boy. This promised to be a stressful day, everyone was already on edge.
`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
Glorious.
She rises above him, glowing, radient.
She smiles softly, and rolls her hips, making Ianto moan.
He reaches out to touch her hair, trailing his hand down her dewy soft cheek. He never wants this moment end. He wants to spend his life in the arms of this beautiful woman.
She leans in closer, chuckling at his wide-eyed expression and presses a soft kiss to his lips.
He brings both hands to hold her to him, prolonging the kiss. He closes his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of Lisa surrounding him, enveloping him.
She breaks away to whisper against his mouth, “I love Ianto, I will always love you”.
She kisses him again, slipping her tounge between his lips. He latches onto her, responding with vigor. The kiss changes. Becomes rougher, more raw. Ianto body tightens with the need for release. Lisa has never kissed him this way, like she needs to possess him. Hands work under him to grasp his ass, pressing bodies more tightly together. With great remorse, Ianto pulls back to catch his breath. He gazes into crystal blue eyes, as strong hands fondle him intimately.
Ianto wakes with a violent start, almost toppling off the couch, in the middle of the hub. He hadn’t meant to sleep like that, just wanted a cat nap.
“Oh God! Jack?!”
I’m dreaming about sex, with my boss? While sleeping at work? Ianto Jones you have officially lost your mind. What if the team had come back already? What if-Oh God, you’re completely hard, in the hub, because of a sex dream. About your boss. Seriously, insanity.
He briskly walks to the lavatory, checking the CCTV feed on Tosh’s computer on his way. No sign of anyone inside or outside. He locks the door behind him and neatly hangs up his suit jacket on a hook near the door, installed by him specifically for that purpose. He slashes cold water on his face, until his hands tingle from the temperature. He had never understood why water at the hub could run so cold, or as hot as it does, perhaps some alien tech installed years ago. He found it strange that someone would bother with something so mundane, but found the endless supply of hot water very pleasant after messy missions. He turns the tap off, and leans hard on the sink, refusing to look himself in the eye just yet. He counts ten slow measured breaths, making sure that each exhalation lasts twice as long as each inhalation. Finally, he forces himself to look into the mirror. With a sigh he takes in the flushed cheeks, and too bright eyes.
Hopefully, they will all be too busy to notice…
With that he retrieves his jacket, and returns to work intent on willing his erection away. Soon after, the team arrives, with Gwen in a panic. Ianto surreptitiously serves her hot tea, while the Tosh and Owen drink their coffees. He efficiently walks Jack's coffee to his office and quickly excuses himself to pick up doughnuts. Ianto breathes in the fresh air as he walks across the Plas.
I couldn’t even look Jack in the eye. This is stupid. I’ve had sex dreams about coworkers before. I can deal with this. I hardly even dreamt of him. It was Lisa.
He felt a sharp pang with that thought. It had been a very long time since he had dreamt of Lisa that way. It had been a much longer time since he had had Lisa like that.
FOCUS, IANTO! You have to be on your toes. You can NOT draw ANY attention to yourself, not now. Not when you are so close. Dr. Tanizaki is coming to see her, don’t fuck it up now.
On the way to the bakery, he passes a liquor store, and recalls that they had nearly finished off Jack’s stash of Scotch a week or so ago, after a particularly rough conference call with the PM and Unit. He would stop on the way back to pick up a bottle of Bowmans’ 30 year.
It wouldn’t do, to have a conference call without a nip. Jack’s spoiled me.
Waiting in line at his preferred bakery, Ianto allows himself to think objectively about his dream.
Of course Jack is an attractive man, and certainly oversexed. Anyone can see that. But, what does that mean? Do I feel like he is taking over my time with Lisa? Do I feel like my allegiance is being pulled away from her to him? Or is it strictly an unexpected attraction?
“Your order, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Parcel in hand, his thoughts almost beginning to order themselves, he makes a quick stop for Scotch, and heads back to the hub. He has to ensure that everything is ready for Dr, Tanizaki, and see if there have been any new findings on Gwen’s ghost.