Torchwood fic: Whiskey

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“It’s hardly perfect, sir, but it’s the best that’s on offer.  I took the liberty of adding the sugar already.”

Jack grunts, taking the Styrofoam cup of coffee from Ianto without otherwise acknowledging him.  The wind off the peaks ruffles his hair and makes his coat billow about him in what Ianto can’t help but notice is a suitably melodramatic

Comments

[michael_the_car]

Oh...wow, that was breath taking.

I'll never be able to read Wuthering Heights again without thinking of Ianto.

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Thank you so much!

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Thank you very much! I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed it. I've been wanting to do a pre-season fic for a while -- I can't help but think that there is a lot of untapped potential there.

[wildestranger]

Wonderful. You make every thought and moment fascinating. :)

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Thank you! I'm glad to know you enjoyed it.

[bellasianna]

I love it! The slow build up, Ianto's angst, Jack being 'Captain Jack' and all sexy.
Well written.

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Thank you very much!

(As for Jack sexiness, I'd be lying if I said I weren't partial to that myself.)

[crystalshard]

Wow. Loved this, how you showed Ianto worrying about Lisa, wanting to stay faithful to her, but being slowly overwhelmed by Jack.

Poor Ianto. Trading a lover with armour over her skin for one who wears his armour under it.

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Trading a lover with armour over her skin for one who wears his armour under it.

Spot on! That is exactly what I was trying to convey. Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you enjoyed it!