Gift Fic for tarotgal
This week I decided that no matter what I was going to finish a drabble for tg. I told myself it didn't have to be long, but I had to finish it. And much to my surprise I did just that *g*
It isn't fancy anything, but I wanted to give something back to her; she does so much for everyone else. She just rocks :)
So here's an early, early Gift Fic for you tg...I hope it isn't too terrible.
Title: Belief
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating:PG-13 just to be safe
Summary: Jack. Ianto. Stuck together.
Dedication: For tarogal, whose generosity and encouragement never fails to humble and amaze me. You have given so much to me over the years; I can never thank you enough.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Jack or Ianto, I am merely borrowing them.
The hand continues to card through his hair, deep soothing strokes meant to relax and calm. He shifts slightly, his aching head moving against the damp wool of Jack’s pants, and sniffles, breath catching
‘ HhhhCChhhuh! KhhShhoo!’
Ignoring the rumble of Jack’s chuckle, he rubs his face against the rough fabric.
‘How-’ he croaks.
Clearing his throat he tries again ‘How long-’
The hand stills and moves to brush the overly warm cheek.
‘Don’t worry. They’re coming’
He does worry though. He worries because his eyes can’t pierce the darkness and he worries because he can’t recall how long they’ve been in this cramped, dark space. He worries because when he closes his eyes he can feel how much earth lies between them and freedom, how much dirt is crushing them in their damp prison and soon he won’t be able to breath at all or move or-
His whole body seizes then, and he’s thrashing, frantic to escape, clawing at the darkness, reaching, and searching-
And suddenly Jack’s mouth is on his, hot and wet and sweet and his arms are holding him tightly while his hands move in circles across his body .He fights the kiss for a moment, body and soul seeking desperately for freedom from the darkness, the dampness. The kiss deepens then, and Ianto finds its warmth filling him, infusing him with calm. His hands relax, and breaking the kiss he curls towards Jack’s chest with a sigh that is part sob.
Jack’s lips find his forehead as his hands continue their soothing rhythm along his trembling frame.
‘It’s going to be fine’ he repeats.
And Ianto believes him.
It isn't fancy anything, but I wanted to give something back to her; she does so much for everyone else. She just rocks :)
So here's an early, early Gift Fic for you tg...I hope it isn't too terrible.
Title: Belief
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating:PG-13 just to be safe
Summary: Jack. Ianto. Stuck together.
Dedication: For tarogal, whose generosity and encouragement never fails to humble and amaze me. You have given so much to me over the years; I can never thank you enough.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, Jack or Ianto, I am merely borrowing them.
The hand continues to card through his hair, deep soothing strokes meant to relax and calm. He shifts slightly, his aching head moving against the damp wool of Jack’s pants, and sniffles, breath catching
‘ HhhhCChhhuh! KhhShhoo!’
Ignoring the rumble of Jack’s chuckle, he rubs his face against the rough fabric.
‘How-’ he croaks.
Clearing his throat he tries again ‘How long-’
The hand stills and moves to brush the overly warm cheek.
‘Don’t worry. They’re coming’
He does worry though. He worries because his eyes can’t pierce the darkness and he worries because he can’t recall how long they’ve been in this cramped, dark space. He worries because when he closes his eyes he can feel how much earth lies between them and freedom, how much dirt is crushing them in their damp prison and soon he won’t be able to breath at all or move or-
His whole body seizes then, and he’s thrashing, frantic to escape, clawing at the darkness, reaching, and searching-
And suddenly Jack’s mouth is on his, hot and wet and sweet and his arms are holding him tightly while his hands move in circles across his body .He fights the kiss for a moment, body and soul seeking desperately for freedom from the darkness, the dampness. The kiss deepens then, and Ianto finds its warmth filling him, infusing him with calm. His hands relax, and breaking the kiss he curls towards Jack’s chest with a sigh that is part sob.
Jack’s lips find his forehead as his hands continue their soothing rhythm along his trembling frame.
‘It’s going to be fine’ he repeats.
And Ianto believes him.