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Okay, everyone else is doing it. I may regret this, but I need to get back to writing, and hopefully this will kick-start things.
Comment with two characters I'm familiar with, and I'll tell you how they kissed (the first time).
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Comment with two characters I'm familiar with, and I'll tell you how they kissed (the first time).
Those who don't know my fandoms should get a pretty clear picture from my user info. miladygrey, this is in addition to my ( Read more... )
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“This isn’t a military inspection, you can relax.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jack briefly raised an eyebrow as Ianto Jones’ idea of relaxing didn’t change his stiff posture one bit. At least he stopped staring intently at a fixed spot on the wall. Definitely military somewhere in the Jones family, though not something this one had ever seriously considered. “Tell me again how you survived?”
“I was in the electrical room on 47. I thought if I tripped all the breakers, the conversion machines would lose power and they would have to stop.” He’d told the story for days on end now. It should have felt more like cold recitation at this point, but the emotion always crept into his voice. “I felt like a coward, alone in there while so many others were dying everywhere. But it was the only thing I could think to do.”
Instead of the usual “Hmmm,” and scribbling on a notepad or tapping away at a laptop, this Captain person surprised him. “How would you like to come to Cardiff, Ianto Jones?”
“I... You mean transfer? I’m not going to be sacked? Retconned back to primary school?” Ianto’s mind started working furiously with the possibilities. He wouldn’t have to run, wouldn’t have to abandon Lisa here or in some hideout or lose her when they were inevitably caught....
Jack crossed the small space to put his hands on Ianto's shoulders and look directly into his eyes. “You did the right thing, one of the few smart things anyone did that day. We need someone who can think fast, who can make logical leaps and land on the simplest solution.” One hand drifted up to Ianto’s cheek. “Someone who looks so incredibly good, even when half dead from exhaustion.” He brushed a kiss across his lips.
Stunned, Ianto’s tired brain spat out a training manual answer before anything logical. “Th-That... That’s harassment, sir.”
“And who’s left for you to report me to?”
Ianto shrugged: he had a point. Though if this was the way his new boss operated, he could turn it to his advantage. He threaded his fingers into the other man’s hair, and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. As Jack wrapped an arm around him to pull him closer, he saw all the terrifying possibilities of the last several days dying off, a new branch with a far better ending growing and sprouting hopeful green leaves.
There were far worse things than kissing Jack Harkness. If only every part of saving Lisa would be so easy.
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Why no TW? So we can write lots and lots of lovely fic in between! Which will get completely Jossed in the first 2 eps, but whatever. I'm still taking requests if you want.
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