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Title: Harbour
Author:
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lucyjanesparlor
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: none
Summary: Post-Adrift, based on the line in the Captain's Log: Seeing Gwen experience it for the first time took me right back to when I first heard that terrible scream. After Gwen had gone home, I just held on to Ianto for a couple of hours, as tightly as I could.
Status: Complete
Length: one-shot
Word Count: 2600
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Adrift.'
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Everything Miss Lucy Jane writes is beautiful; this is no exception.
"Stay with me a while?" Jack said, and Ianto nodded and leaned back so that Jack could hook an arm over his shoulder and hold him close.
"Are you all right?" Ianto said, his hair tickling Jack's cheek as he settled in. "Was it very bad out there?"
Jack started to say no. But they'd had that talk before, the 'stop hiding things from me' one, and he didn't wish to have it again. "Yeah. It was. His mother's face . . . Gwen's . . ." He shook his head. "Gwen's not going to forgive me for this one."
"She will. She always does." Ianto sighed and leaned further into him. He smelled wonderful: like coffee and soap and something disconcertingly sweet. Jack thought idly if he licked Ianto's neck he would taste like hazlenut. "We all forgive you eventually."
Jack chuckled and kissed Ianto's hair. "Thanks. I'm not angry with you, by the way, about the GPS unit."
"Oh, that's good to know," Ianto said in his mildest tone. "I was a bit worried."
"Just a bit, I’m sure," Jack said and touched Ianto's hand, tracing along his long fingers. "You never have much to worry about."
"Not true at all," Ianto said, "I worry a great deal. About you, about them," he nodded to the Hub, "even about the pterodactyl sometimes. Is she a happy dinosaur? Can dinosaurs be happy?"
"I love your mind," Jack said sincerely, and Ianto chuckled.
"It's fond of you as well, sir. Do you want to get out of here?"
"Yes." No hesitation: he didn't want to be in the Hub tonight. "Can we go to your place?"
"Of course." Ianto kissed him sweetly and studied his face. "Are you all right?"
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Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: none
Summary: Post-Adrift, based on the line in the Captain's Log: Seeing Gwen experience it for the first time took me right back to when I first heard that terrible scream. After Gwen had gone home, I just held on to Ianto for a couple of hours, as tightly as I could.
Status: Complete
Length: one-shot
Word Count: 2600
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Adrift.'
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Everything Miss Lucy Jane writes is beautiful; this is no exception.
"Stay with me a while?" Jack said, and Ianto nodded and leaned back so that Jack could hook an arm over his shoulder and hold him close.
"Are you all right?" Ianto said, his hair tickling Jack's cheek as he settled in. "Was it very bad out there?"
Jack started to say no. But they'd had that talk before, the 'stop hiding things from me' one, and he didn't wish to have it again. "Yeah. It was. His mother's face . . . Gwen's . . ." He shook his head. "Gwen's not going to forgive me for this one."
"She will. She always does." Ianto sighed and leaned further into him. He smelled wonderful: like coffee and soap and something disconcertingly sweet. Jack thought idly if he licked Ianto's neck he would taste like hazlenut. "We all forgive you eventually."
Jack chuckled and kissed Ianto's hair. "Thanks. I'm not angry with you, by the way, about the GPS unit."
"Oh, that's good to know," Ianto said in his mildest tone. "I was a bit worried."
"Just a bit, I’m sure," Jack said and touched Ianto's hand, tracing along his long fingers. "You never have much to worry about."
"Not true at all," Ianto said, "I worry a great deal. About you, about them," he nodded to the Hub, "even about the pterodactyl sometimes. Is she a happy dinosaur? Can dinosaurs be happy?"
"I love your mind," Jack said sincerely, and Ianto chuckled.
"It's fond of you as well, sir. Do you want to get out of here?"
"Yes." No hesitation: he didn't want to be in the Hub tonight. "Can we go to your place?"
"Of course." Ianto kissed him sweetly and studied his face. "Are you all right?"