Rec: Welcome Home by beccaelizabeth
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Title: Welcome Home
Author:
beccaelizabeth
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jack comes back. And then there is sex.
Status: Complete/Oneshot
Length: 4530 words
Warnings: Lots of sex :P, Season 2 doesn't count on this one.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: I like fics that are about Jack coming back after Season 1 finale. :3 And the sex is hot too. :D It's a little OOC (then again that's what I think) but it's still sweet.
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Author:
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Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jack comes back. And then there is sex.
Status: Complete/Oneshot
Length: 4530 words
Warnings: Lots of sex :P, Season 2 doesn't count on this one.
Comment or Excerpt from fic: I like fics that are about Jack coming back after Season 1 finale. :3 And the sex is hot too. :D It's a little OOC (then again that's what I think) but it's still sweet.
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The party was a team effort. Gwen made the banner that said “Welcome Home Jack.” Owen added the bits that said “You bastard.” Tosh worked the CCTV, tracking him and the other two from the most wanted alert, the Doctor and Martha Jones.
... Gwen had phoned around the local police so the three of them wouldn’t get arrested on their way there.
Ianto made coffee. This required him to stay next to the coffee machine while Tosh constantly updated the ETA, which suited him fine. The coffee ritual required a degree of attention approaching a meditative state, and kept busy his slightly shaking hands. The Harkness special brew, caffeinated to a degree deadly to mere mortals, had been packed away for months. Getting it out again now felt like the first breath of normality that year.
The timing was tricky – the pause for conversation in the Plas gave them several false starts – but Ianto, unflappable, still managed it. As Jack descended on the invisible lift, Ianto was heading down the stairs with mug in hand.
“Harkness!” Owen yelled up, “About bloody time!”
“I see I’m expected,” Jack called down, with that grin of his in full effect.
... Gwen had phoned around the local police so the three of them wouldn’t get arrested on their way there.
Ianto made coffee. This required him to stay next to the coffee machine while Tosh constantly updated the ETA, which suited him fine. The coffee ritual required a degree of attention approaching a meditative state, and kept busy his slightly shaking hands. The Harkness special brew, caffeinated to a degree deadly to mere mortals, had been packed away for months. Getting it out again now felt like the first breath of normality that year.
The timing was tricky – the pause for conversation in the Plas gave them several false starts – but Ianto, unflappable, still managed it. As Jack descended on the invisible lift, Ianto was heading down the stairs with mug in hand.
“Harkness!” Owen yelled up, “About bloody time!”
“I see I’m expected,” Jack called down, with that grin of his in full effect.