Rec: Astral Romance by time_wraith
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Title: Astral Romance
Author:
time_wraith
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ianto shows Jack a little more of life before Torchwood.
Status: Oneshot
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is warm and fluffy and just so sweet. There's no angst, no Weevils, no other team members just Jack and Ianto.
"Jack." He descended the last few steps and kissed Jack softly on the lips, mouth still curved in a relaxed and happy smile, so different from the Ianto of working hours.
"Were you going somewhere?" Jack asked when they broke apart, glancing down at the worn soft boots by the door and the heavy fleece in Ianto's hand, trying not to feel disappointed that he didn't get to spend the night off wrapped around Ianto. It was Ianto’s day off too, he reasoned.
"I..." Ianto lifted a hand and ran it through the hair at the back of his head, dropping the fleece onto the arm of the sofa. "I was thinking about going for a walk actually." He grinned more sheepishly, toes clenching and unclenching in the carpet. Jack looked pointedly out of the glass in the door at the gathering darkness, raising an eyebrow at this.
Author:
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Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ianto shows Jack a little more of life before Torchwood.
Status: Oneshot
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is warm and fluffy and just so sweet. There's no angst, no Weevils, no other team members just Jack and Ianto.
"Jack." He descended the last few steps and kissed Jack softly on the lips, mouth still curved in a relaxed and happy smile, so different from the Ianto of working hours.
"Were you going somewhere?" Jack asked when they broke apart, glancing down at the worn soft boots by the door and the heavy fleece in Ianto's hand, trying not to feel disappointed that he didn't get to spend the night off wrapped around Ianto. It was Ianto’s day off too, he reasoned.
"I..." Ianto lifted a hand and ran it through the hair at the back of his head, dropping the fleece onto the arm of the sofa. "I was thinking about going for a walk actually." He grinned more sheepishly, toes clenching and unclenching in the carpet. Jack looked pointedly out of the glass in the door at the gathering darkness, raising an eyebrow at this.