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janto_recs2008-11-28 09:59 pm
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REC: MUD AND A WEEVIL by SCIFI_FANGIRL
Title: Mud and a Weevil
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scifi_fangirl
Genre: Action, Humor, Romance, General
Rating: R
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: Fancy dinners aren’t Jack’s thing. Weevil hunts are…but Ianto really doesn’t mind.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 758
Warnings: N/A
Comment or Excerpt from fic: *looks at the summary and nods* I don’t blame Ianto at all. If I was with someone like Jack, I wouldn’t have minded getting down and dirty rather than a romantic evening out either. *grins*
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EXCERPT:
Ianto pointedly ignored Jack’s hand as he swiped unsuccessfully at the mud on his jacket. He threw a glare Jack’s way and Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “What? You would have gotten clobbered if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“I’m running out of excuses for my drycleaner. He all ready thinks I’m a little off.”
“You are a little off and besides, at least it’s not blood.” Ianto ignored the comment and Jack swallowed a snort. “Admit it, this was a lot more fun then that stuffy restaurant.”
He huffed at Jack and gave him his back.
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Author:
scifi_fangirlGenre: Action, Humor, Romance, General
Rating: R
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: Fancy dinners aren’t Jack’s thing. Weevil hunts are…but Ianto really doesn’t mind.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 758
Warnings: N/A
Comment or Excerpt from fic: *looks at the summary and nods* I don’t blame Ianto at all. If I was with someone like Jack, I wouldn’t have minded getting down and dirty rather than a romantic evening out either. *grins*
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EXCERPT:
Ianto pointedly ignored Jack’s hand as he swiped unsuccessfully at the mud on his jacket. He threw a glare Jack’s way and Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “What? You would have gotten clobbered if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“I’m running out of excuses for my drycleaner. He all ready thinks I’m a little off.”
“You are a little off and besides, at least it’s not blood.” Ianto ignored the comment and Jack swallowed a snort. “Admit it, this was a lot more fun then that stuffy restaurant.”
He huffed at Jack and gave him his back.
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