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//OOC: I've still got to reply to morethantheteaboy and jamieacquaatyourservice. One thread for each. Otherwise, those are the only things I have. If I'm missing someone, please let me know. Also, shoot me an ask if you want to start something.
//OOC: *loves on Ianto mun* uvu preshus
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//*whispers from the shadows* Goodnight John mun *cackles*
//Why is cackling happening? Should I be scared??
Also, my internet came back for a few minutes and *tenth doctor face* I don't want to go.
No More Waiting | Ianto & John
John had to admit, he loved a good torturing every once in a while. And really, either position was good for him. Torturer, torturee, it didn't matter. Except the night before it had been both and it had been excruciating. Never in his almost forty years had John thought a text conversation could make him so damn frustrated, but somehow the Torchwood chore lackey changed that.
All night they had messaged back and forth with desperate promises of randy men and, at least on John's end, he'd meant every word. Luckily, he was already in the twenty-first century and only had to drive over to Wales from London. He showed up at the hub as promised at six in the morning, swinging a pair of handcuffs with a police car parked behind him.
He knocked hard on the door that made up the faux front of Torchwood and looked up where he knew the camera was hid. "Stripper-gram!" He grinned at the CCTV, twirling the devices of bondage around his finger. "Let me in quick and I'll let you down slow, darling!" John couldn't help himself. Jack wasn't the only one with the cheesy, yet charmingly clever lines.
For Once | Janto
A day off had been needed for quite some time and it couldn't have come any sooner. The night before Jack and Ianto had come back to Ianto's flat and had a lovely night, albeit and early one. They had both been exhausted from the never ending work week from hell. Monsters and aliens had been leaking out steadily from the rift and Torchwood was all over it.
Jack had to admit, he was very proud of his team. Everyone put in their hours to keep the world and Cardiff safe. Now that everything seemed to be winding down for a bit, they all were getting a well deserved break. Tosh and Owen had gone out for drinks, Gwen went home to spend time with Rhys, and Jack and Ianto had a quiet dinner followed by cuddling and sleep. It would have been sex and sleep, but they decided that was better left until after they had both gotten some rest.
Legs tangled together, Jack woke up to a sight that he considered to be the best view in the world. Ianto sleeping in his arms. The captain didn't really sleep that much, due to his immortality and all, so it was a sight he saw often, but he still couldn't get enough of it. Just to see him at such peace, warm bodies pressed together ever so gently in the dim light of morning. There was nothing like it.
Pushing a bit of stray bed head from Ianto's face, Jack brushed it away to make room for a soft kiss, hoping not to wake up the other man. He couldn't help himself though. The way he looked, his face was just begging to be kissed and loved.
"You are mine." [Take that as you will]
"The hell I am. You'll have to kill me first."
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"I know you were only doing your job," she whispered. Jamie had him up against the wall, out of sight of any security cameras; that entire organization had to be after her, now that she'd escaped that damn cell, but she couldn't help herself. She had to... let him know. "It's not your fault. I can't blame you for that." She gave him a little soft smile and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I forgive you, even if you don't think you need forgiven. And I swear, you're never going to see me again."