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janto_recs2008-11-29 08:30 pm
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Entry tags:
- category: broken!ianto,
- category: first time,
- category: gap-filler,
- category: hurt!ianto,
- category: pre-season 2,
- genre: angst,
- genre: hurt/comfort,
- genre: smut,
- length: oneshot,
- post-countrycide,
- post-cyberwoman,
- post-they keep killing suzie,
- rating: nc-17,
- reccer: itoshii_chan,
- side pairing: ianto/lisa,
- status: complete,
- wordcount: 1000-5000
REC: BEING ALIVE by ERIN_GILES
Title: Being Alive
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erin_giles
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: implied past Ianto/Lisa
Summary: It wasn't about feelings with Jack and Ianto, not really, it was more about the desperate need to feel something other than the pain of losing and being lost - to feel alive.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 2,641
Warnings: Spoilers for and post Torchwood: 1x04 “Cyberwoman,” 1x06 “Countrycide,” and 1x08 “They Keep Killing Suzie,” Smut
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Strangely enough, for me, the question of whether Janto's (sexual) relationship started before TW S1 or not depends on my mood, and I’ve read all versions. Regardless, I do like Erin’s take on how things started between them, the slow build-up of feelings and emotions.
~*~*~*~*~
EXCERPT:
There was something about Jack Harkness - always had been. Ever since he’d unquestioningly tried to catch the man... trying to subdue a pterodactyl Ianto couldn’t deny there was something... 51st Century pheromones Jack had said and Ianto had thought it was a line, although... it was probably the truth. Ianto hadn’t been thinking of Lisa as he lay on top of Jack... laughter on his lips and Jack’s hot breath on his face... It was overwhelming Ianto’s senses now… he leaned in to kiss Jack tenderly, pulling back slightly and resting his forehead against Jack’s. He breathed in deep, inhaling Jack’s scent one last time before pulling away to look meaningfully in Jack’s eyes.
“Thank you.” Ianto breathed, before... turning to leave. Jack didn’t move until he heard the cog door rolling back... letting out a long sigh... hee... turned to the decanter on his desk, but at the last minute changed his mind. He wanted – needed – sleep, and as he lay between the sheets that night he thought of life and not death.
~*~*~*~*~
Author:
erin_gilesGenre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: implied past Ianto/Lisa
Summary: It wasn't about feelings with Jack and Ianto, not really, it was more about the desperate need to feel something other than the pain of losing and being lost - to feel alive.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: 2,641
Warnings: Spoilers for and post Torchwood: 1x04 “Cyberwoman,” 1x06 “Countrycide,” and 1x08 “They Keep Killing Suzie,” Smut
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Strangely enough, for me, the question of whether Janto's (sexual) relationship started before TW S1 or not depends on my mood, and I’ve read all versions. Regardless, I do like Erin’s take on how things started between them, the slow build-up of feelings and emotions.
~*~*~*~*~
EXCERPT:
There was something about Jack Harkness - always had been. Ever since he’d unquestioningly tried to catch the man... trying to subdue a pterodactyl Ianto couldn’t deny there was something... 51st Century pheromones Jack had said and Ianto had thought it was a line, although... it was probably the truth. Ianto hadn’t been thinking of Lisa as he lay on top of Jack... laughter on his lips and Jack’s hot breath on his face... It was overwhelming Ianto’s senses now… he leaned in to kiss Jack tenderly, pulling back slightly and resting his forehead against Jack’s. He breathed in deep, inhaling Jack’s scent one last time before pulling away to look meaningfully in Jack’s eyes.
“Thank you.” Ianto breathed, before... turning to leave. Jack didn’t move until he heard the cog door rolling back... letting out a long sigh... hee... turned to the decanter on his desk, but at the last minute changed his mind. He wanted – needed – sleep, and as he lay between the sheets that night he thought of life and not death.
~*~*~*~*~