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Title: Girl Anachronism
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character: Jenny
Rating: G
Summary: Drabble. Jenny doesn't fit.
Author's Note: written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for ninkasa's prompt here. Is set in my head immediately prior to In My Unique Position.
Jenny's mind is filled with so much knowledge, some days she feels her head will burst. Before her death, she already knew the poetry of slick gun oil, the diamond-sharp click of muscle into place, the perfect calyx of a war. Now she hears the songs that stars sing to one another, feels Time swirling around her in a maelstrom.
Of course she is a stranger on every new world: gods always are. Her father's companions ground him, protect him from his own terrible power, but she is alone here on her mad adventure.
It's time to change that.
***
Title: Pool Sex
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP sex in a swimming pool, what?
Author's Note: written for touchyerwood prompt "jack feeling ianto up in a swimming pool (or lake, etc.) bonus points if it leads to pool sex"
Weevil-hunting is not always a euphemism. Tonight they've chased a mated pair into the Pwll Rhyngwladol Caerdydd, which Ianto hasn't had a chance to see since it opened six months ago. His first impression isn't spectacular, but that has more to do with the semi-aliens trying to kill him. The pool itself seems quite nice and he'd like a dip in the lazy river if there's ever a chance.
Of course the second Weevil falls in when they spray it.
He and Jack exchange glances. Ianto would rather not ruin another suit. Jack is his boss and can tell him to do it anyway.
"Go in naked," Jack suggests. He stands back with a leer.
Ianto honestly debates it, and decides he's right. "I should make you turn your back."
"You know I'd still find a way to peek."
"I know." Ianto takes off his socks and shoes, then his suit jacket, waistcoat and trousers, placing them carefully on a bench far from the water's edge.
"Want a hand?"
"No." Shirt and vest come off next. Jack wolf-whistles. With a scowl, Ianto removes his briefs. He doesn't miss the sharp intake of breath from Jack as he bends over to place them on the bench with the rest of his clothes.
The edge of the pool is cold under his arse, with concrete scraping him uncomfortably. Jack may be turned on, but Ianto is annoyed. At least the water is heated. He jumps in, and with broad strokes, he swims over to where the Weevil's body is floating. A few tugs and curses later, he's manhandled the awful thing to the edge, where Jack helps him lever it heavily out of the water.
While he had his attention on the Weevil, Jack got naked. Unashamed, of course he's unashamed because he's Jack, he smiles as he jumps in with Ianto.
Ianto glares. "I am not having sex with you in the Cardiff International Pool." Jack's grin says otherwise. "There are two stunned Weevils we have to get back to the Hub before they wake up." Still grinning. "There's no good lube in the pool. And it's a cultural center." Eyebrows are added to the grin. "Fine."
Huffing, he kisses Jack, and the feel of Jack's tongue sliding against his as their bodies drift together in the water, that's lovely. Ianto's a good swimmer but Jack moves through the water like air, maybe from an early exposure to low gravity, and he pushes Ianto up against the rough concrete of the pool's edge. Ianto isn't hard yet, but Jack is. His erection rubs Ianto's hip pleasantly as they deepen the kiss. He feels so light here, buoyed by the warm water, the firm pressure of Jack against him, holding him but not trapping him. Jack's hands move to play with his nipples, drift to the sensitive spots at his ribs. Ianto contents himself with fondling Jack's arse, pulling away to nip at his neck.
Jack says in his ear, "You know they have cameras."
Ianto's eyes had closed and now they scan the room for the familiar lines. He sees two, more are probably behind his head. Either they'll need to wipe these, or someone will be getting a free show tomorrow. There's that erection.
"You really are an exhibitionist."
"But only in private."
Jack laughs, but it's a low laugh, gasping with the rhythm of his slides against Ianto's skin. "We'll set up a website. All the sex in front of cameras you can handle."
Ianto swallows his moan. "Don't think I haven't found those videos you did." And bookmarked them for personal use. Some nights, the vision of Jack deep-throating two men on a pixelated screen is exactly what he needs.
"Ah, video. Sometime I'll see if I can scare up some of the photos I did back when black and white prints were all the rage." His hand begins a quick stroke on Ianto's cock, from root to tip and pleasing the head with a fast, loose twist each time.
Ianto pictures Jack in sepia, head thrown back in pleasure as he is caught in the moment of sliding deep into a woman. How long to take the photo? How much time stretched out as they waited to thrust? And how long until this purloined moment caught on CCTV is the only thing left of him other than Jack's memories?
Jack's thrusts are speeding up, getting awkward in the water. Their bodies splash noisily in the empty, echoing room. Ianto holds him, holds onto him, to keep the rhythm, keep him from floating away. "C'mon," Jack says, possibly to himself, as he rubs harder. His grasp is becoming uncomfortable, so Ianto pushes his hand away, coaxes it to rest on the concrete, while Ianto does the work himself. There are few things in life that feel as good as wanking himself while kissing Jack, so he does both with a groan, hands longing for something more slippery than chlorinated water to slide over his cock, but close enough. Jack pulls back from Ianto to take himself in hand and with a loud groan, he comes. Ianto is still working on it as Jack pants, coming down from his orgasm. Ianto feels good, but he's not close, not yet.
Jack's grin in back. "How long do you think I can hold my breath?" As he goes to dive, Ianto yanks his hair and keeps him above water.
"You are not to drown while giving me head."
Jack pushes him up against the concrete again instead, and bites his neck. He's pressed so close Ianto can't move his hand the way he wants to. At this point, he's hard but he could climb out and get dressed and chalk this one up to frustration. Then Jack tilts his hips back, brings his own hand in, and helps. This time, it's just right with the speed and the friction.
"I love watching you like this," he says in Ianto's ear. "I want everyone to see you like this, the look in your eyes, the way your face moves when you're about to come."
"No one wants to see my sex face."
"I do." And Jack squeezes, and Ianto tries not to make a face just to spite him, but the pleasure hits him hard as he comes. With an incoherent shout, he spasms against Jack, into their joined hands, and damn if that's not going to make an interesting film for the security guards. Ianto's toes are warm and his body is warm and it's relaxing.
Jack kisses him, not demanding, just tasting. They'll have to get out, get dressed, get the Weevils, get the tape. For now, they float, and Ianto thinks his second impression of the pool will be the one that stays with him for good.
Title: Girl Anachronism
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character: Jenny
Rating: G
Summary: Drabble. Jenny doesn't fit.
Author's Note: written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for ninkasa's prompt here. Is set in my head immediately prior to In My Unique Position.
Jenny's mind is filled with so much knowledge, some days she feels her head will burst. Before her death, she already knew the poetry of slick gun oil, the diamond-sharp click of muscle into place, the perfect calyx of a war. Now she hears the songs that stars sing to one another, feels Time swirling around her in a maelstrom.
Of course she is a stranger on every new world: gods always are. Her father's companions ground him, protect him from his own terrible power, but she is alone here on her mad adventure.
It's time to change that.
***
Title: Pool Sex
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP sex in a swimming pool, what?
Author's Note: written for touchyerwood prompt "jack feeling ianto up in a swimming pool (or lake, etc.) bonus points if it leads to pool sex"
Weevil-hunting is not always a euphemism. Tonight they've chased a mated pair into the Pwll Rhyngwladol Caerdydd, which Ianto hasn't had a chance to see since it opened six months ago. His first impression isn't spectacular, but that has more to do with the semi-aliens trying to kill him. The pool itself seems quite nice and he'd like a dip in the lazy river if there's ever a chance.
Of course the second Weevil falls in when they spray it.
He and Jack exchange glances. Ianto would rather not ruin another suit. Jack is his boss and can tell him to do it anyway.
"Go in naked," Jack suggests. He stands back with a leer.
Ianto honestly debates it, and decides he's right. "I should make you turn your back."
"You know I'd still find a way to peek."
"I know." Ianto takes off his socks and shoes, then his suit jacket, waistcoat and trousers, placing them carefully on a bench far from the water's edge.
"Want a hand?"
"No." Shirt and vest come off next. Jack wolf-whistles. With a scowl, Ianto removes his briefs. He doesn't miss the sharp intake of breath from Jack as he bends over to place them on the bench with the rest of his clothes.
The edge of the pool is cold under his arse, with concrete scraping him uncomfortably. Jack may be turned on, but Ianto is annoyed. At least the water is heated. He jumps in, and with broad strokes, he swims over to where the Weevil's body is floating. A few tugs and curses later, he's manhandled the awful thing to the edge, where Jack helps him lever it heavily out of the water.
While he had his attention on the Weevil, Jack got naked. Unashamed, of course he's unashamed because he's Jack, he smiles as he jumps in with Ianto.
Ianto glares. "I am not having sex with you in the Cardiff International Pool." Jack's grin says otherwise. "There are two stunned Weevils we have to get back to the Hub before they wake up." Still grinning. "There's no good lube in the pool. And it's a cultural center." Eyebrows are added to the grin. "Fine."
Huffing, he kisses Jack, and the feel of Jack's tongue sliding against his as their bodies drift together in the water, that's lovely. Ianto's a good swimmer but Jack moves through the water like air, maybe from an early exposure to low gravity, and he pushes Ianto up against the rough concrete of the pool's edge. Ianto isn't hard yet, but Jack is. His erection rubs Ianto's hip pleasantly as they deepen the kiss. He feels so light here, buoyed by the warm water, the firm pressure of Jack against him, holding him but not trapping him. Jack's hands move to play with his nipples, drift to the sensitive spots at his ribs. Ianto contents himself with fondling Jack's arse, pulling away to nip at his neck.
Jack says in his ear, "You know they have cameras."
Ianto's eyes had closed and now they scan the room for the familiar lines. He sees two, more are probably behind his head. Either they'll need to wipe these, or someone will be getting a free show tomorrow. There's that erection.
"You really are an exhibitionist."
"But only in private."
Jack laughs, but it's a low laugh, gasping with the rhythm of his slides against Ianto's skin. "We'll set up a website. All the sex in front of cameras you can handle."
Ianto swallows his moan. "Don't think I haven't found those videos you did." And bookmarked them for personal use. Some nights, the vision of Jack deep-throating two men on a pixelated screen is exactly what he needs.
"Ah, video. Sometime I'll see if I can scare up some of the photos I did back when black and white prints were all the rage." His hand begins a quick stroke on Ianto's cock, from root to tip and pleasing the head with a fast, loose twist each time.
Ianto pictures Jack in sepia, head thrown back in pleasure as he is caught in the moment of sliding deep into a woman. How long to take the photo? How much time stretched out as they waited to thrust? And how long until this purloined moment caught on CCTV is the only thing left of him other than Jack's memories?
Jack's thrusts are speeding up, getting awkward in the water. Their bodies splash noisily in the empty, echoing room. Ianto holds him, holds onto him, to keep the rhythm, keep him from floating away. "C'mon," Jack says, possibly to himself, as he rubs harder. His grasp is becoming uncomfortable, so Ianto pushes his hand away, coaxes it to rest on the concrete, while Ianto does the work himself. There are few things in life that feel as good as wanking himself while kissing Jack, so he does both with a groan, hands longing for something more slippery than chlorinated water to slide over his cock, but close enough. Jack pulls back from Ianto to take himself in hand and with a loud groan, he comes. Ianto is still working on it as Jack pants, coming down from his orgasm. Ianto feels good, but he's not close, not yet.
Jack's grin in back. "How long do you think I can hold my breath?" As he goes to dive, Ianto yanks his hair and keeps him above water.
"You are not to drown while giving me head."
Jack pushes him up against the concrete again instead, and bites his neck. He's pressed so close Ianto can't move his hand the way he wants to. At this point, he's hard but he could climb out and get dressed and chalk this one up to frustration. Then Jack tilts his hips back, brings his own hand in, and helps. This time, it's just right with the speed and the friction.
"I love watching you like this," he says in Ianto's ear. "I want everyone to see you like this, the look in your eyes, the way your face moves when you're about to come."
"No one wants to see my sex face."
"I do." And Jack squeezes, and Ianto tries not to make a face just to spite him, but the pleasure hits him hard as he comes. With an incoherent shout, he spasms against Jack, into their joined hands, and damn if that's not going to make an interesting film for the security guards. Ianto's toes are warm and his body is warm and it's relaxing.
Jack kisses him, not demanding, just tasting. They'll have to get out, get dressed, get the Weevils, get the tape. For now, they float, and Ianto thinks his second impression of the pool will be the one that stays with him for good.