TW fic: "Whistle-Crack" (Tosh/Ianto, PG, 973 words)

[kayliemalinza]

Title: Whistle-Crack
Word Count: 971
Rating: PG for porn. Yes, you read that correctly.
Pairing: Tosh/Ianto
Warnings: Kink, lack of Gwen-love (but no Gwen-bashing, I think)
Setting: Vaguely during "Ghost Machine," when Gwen is new.
A/N: Dedicated to order_of_chaos with much thanks, because this fic stems from an idea we had in a comment thread approximately a

Comments

[order_of_chaos]

OMGOMGOMG! *flails*
Ohhhh. Wow. That was hotter than most NC-17 rated stuff I've read.

I loved the way Ianto's fur ruffled at Gwen disrupting his orbit and Tosh's diving; loved the programming/diving imagery; loved Tosh being all slinky and feline and the They are soft and they are sly; that doesn't mean they are not strong.

The Jellicle ball ran in the back of my mind right the way through this - the mental images from combining the two were very very pretty.

Ianto froze, bit off three words in succession, then flung at Tosh the most perfect explanation of ad hoc networking that she had ever heard. Jack teased later that Tosh's cry of "Exactly!" was orgasmic. At the time, he gave them both a silent beam that said, "These are my kids, and they are perfect."
Yes yes yes yes! *bounces*

And, oh, you made Tosh's transition from uncertainty to whistle-crack work. *thrums* She is so herself, still, still uncertain, and I like that as much (almost as much / even more than) as how that moment is porn-incarnate.

Ianto gasps. His palm is pinking in a perfect line and he looks up at her, mouth twitching open in short breaths. The moment spirals out too long and Toshiko feels acutely how her torso arches just below her shoulders....
Oh God. And wow. Juuuuuuuust... consider the rest of that section quoted. And reread, several times.

...and yet with extra layers, something dark and hot and only slightly sure. Mmmmmm.

"You guys doing ok in there?" Jack calls, poking his head through the doorway.
"Just fine, thanks," says Tosh, and smiles.
Ianto, back to the door, says nothing. He rubs his thumb against the soreness of his palm, over and over.
Mmmmm, contrast. So seemingly normal, so secretly pure porn.

Fic was glorious. I love it. *snuggles*

[kayliemalinza]

OMGOMGOMG! *flails*
I'm not italicizing that, because it's exactly what I did when I read this comment. :D

That was hotter than most NC-17 rated stuff I've read.
I WIN! I love making people say that. >P

Ooh! Jellicle ball! That's a nifty comparison.

Isn't the Jack-watching just precious? He wuvs his babies, yes he does. And yet he has no idea what they're up to. serves him right for schtupping the new girl, anyhow.

And, oh, you made Tosh's transition from uncertainty to whistle-crack work. *thrums* She is so herself, still, still uncertain, and I like that as much (almost as much / even more than) as how that moment is porn-incarnate.
Thank you. I haven't written Tosh a whole lot, so I'm not at all comfortable with her characterization-- but that moment was one that I had, ahem, chewed on in my imagination a bit. *^^*

So seemingly normal, so secretly pure porn.
I... I think I want that on my tombstone. :x

::fic hereby grows tentacles arms and snuggles you back::

[order_of_chaos]

I... I think I want that on my tombstone. :x

[kayliemalinza]

:D

I may just have to put that in my userinfo, yeah? Thus further inflaming false hope in people who think I should write NC-17 more often. >>

[order_of_chaos]

Ha! Forget NC-17 - you should write PG more often :P

[cinnamingirl]

OMG... I loved this fic.

But I think I love that tombstone more...

Muffin, when we get old and die, I will totally remember this. And I might write it in the guestbook at your wake, if it hasn't been carved on your stone like it should be.