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Title: Graphophilia.
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Word Count: 5,424
Length: Oneshot
Rating: R
Genre: Humor and sex, of the deadpan and nine-alarm kind.
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Warnings: Sort of a strange fetish. Also, not something you should be reading without a) putting away anything the could accidentially ruin your computer when you do a spit take and b) your significant other(s) are within reach for when you finish.
Comment: If I had words to describe this fic, I would. Normally, I would try to describe the fic anyway, btu seeing as this is a piece about the written word as much as it is anything else, I'm not going to bother. Just read it.
Excerpt:
Jack takes Ianto's wrist with a dazzling smile and, biro poised, says, "It's next to the section about you and sarcastic remarks." He holds Ianto's arm steady with one hand and as Ianto watches him, scrawls "TIE" over the faint blue-green vein.
"What?" Ianto twists his arm as soon as Jack releases it, trying to make out what Jack has written. There is an embarrassingly long interval in which Ianto apparently has difficulty deciphering Jack's three printed letters, and he gives Jack another of his 'you're mad, aren't you? I can see the insanity in your face' looks as he asks carefully, "What is this … for?"
"It's a memo," Jack says, grinning mostly at Ianto's ear from a distance of about two inches, because he's never had to learn the difference between "sexy" and "creepily invasive" – men as attractive as Jack Harkness generally don't bother to*. "I need to remind myself what to do with it later."
Ianto's expression changes from 'suspecting Jack of lunatic tendencies' to 'currently running the internal pornography projector on the white sheet of my mind, please hold' (a charming and inward-aimed smile that always makes Jack want to bite something) and he rolls his shirt sleeve back down without being asked to.
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Date: 2008-11-05 11:33 pm (UTC)