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| After Hours; Party Favor plot - evening | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 19 2009, 10:39 AM (259 Views) | |
| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 19 2009, 10:39 AM Post #1 |
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Ianto kept catching his eye. Well, everyone was because new figures and voices and faces tickled Jack's warning sense of <i>strangers</i> in the Hub - everyone even smelled different. He smelled different; Jack kept imagining he'd had sex with a woman recently and hadn't showered. Ianto. Walking temptation. Jack wanted to know what Ianto felt like now, tasted like, how to undo him wearing this flesh (both of them) instead of what they were used to. Jack wanted to take his own new nerve endings and sensitivities out for a joyride and - in another time - he might have hit up the bars. It would have been easy and so was he. But he wanted Ianto. Not a friendly stranger. It had never really been Ianto's fine Welsh ass, or his accent or even his suits that had kept Jack's attentions. He still had a fine ass and that valley accent and suits were easy to come by and it was still Ianto, that Jack wanted. this is in the break area, after the meeting and so on. So, semi-public, depending on whos around though I imagine Ianto and Jack waited everyone had scattered for their evening threads Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Dec 20 2009, 11:37 AM.
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| Ianto Jones | Dec 19 2009, 06:45 PM Post #2 |
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With everything on hold until Tosh could take a look at things in the light of day tomorrow, Ianto called his brain cells to an executive meeting and ordered them to take an indefinite break. It was late. He sat next to Jack and gently liberated the glass from his hand. "D'you mind?" He asked, and without waiting for an answer, downed the remaining finger of whiskey. "That's definitely a perfect warmer." He hefted the glass and then leaned forward and placed it on the table, where it registered a faint but decisive clink as it nudged the bottle. Ianto felt a bit unmannerly -- as if he were taking liberties with a stranger. This is still Jack, he reminded himself. He turned sideways. "So..." And he'd meant to quiz Jack about the history of Party Favors, but he saw Jack's expression -- lips slightly parted, he looked hungry. And he looked pretty. No. Sexy. He was both foreign and familiar and Jack and... he was really goddamned pretty. Ianto realised he was thinking too much. OOC- OH. It's hours later. I'm so linear; I was trying to fill the time gap. *fixes* |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 20 2009, 11:36 AM Post #3 |
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Watching Ianto steal his glass and drink - the tip of his head and the smooth slide of his throat - turned Jack's desire from idle anticipation to insistent now. "Y'know," Jack reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind Ianto's ear, thumb tracing the new line of his cheekbone, palm warm against the smoothness of Ianto's skin. Normally, this late, Ianto's face was rough with stubble and Jack wondered - if they couldn't solve this problem - if he'd come to miss that. "We have this remarkable chance to seduce each other all over again." This close, he couldn't help but lean a little closer, attention drifting to the curve of Ianto's mouth, the line of his collarbone, the shape of his hands before returning to Ianto's face. Jack's expression translated to his new face easily enough; invitation and desire. |
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| Ianto Jones | Dec 20 2009, 08:02 PM Post #4 |
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Ianto closed his eyes and leaned into Jack's touch. It was delicate. Different. He fought a smile by biting his lip, and failed utterly. "Now that... feels nice," he said. And it did. He slicked his hands down the cotton scrubs on his thighs to his knees and leaned in for a quick kiss. It was nice to know that despite things -- everything -- going mad, he still held Jack's... interest. Ianto pulled back slightly at the echoing sounds of activity from the breakroom; someone was making cappuccino and the frothing arm was churning. "Want to go somewhere a little less... public?" he whispered. |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 20 2009, 08:35 PM Post #5 |
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"Hey," Jack murmured in protest, chasing Ianto's too swift kiss. Ianto's smile, his eagerness, was more than enough yes for Jack and he slid a hand to cup the nape of his neck, fingers catching briefly on his hair, and frowning in disappointment when Ianto leaned back. "Want to go somewhere a little less... public?" Ianto whispered. His quick, sidelong glance was probably more coy than he knew, now, and sweet enough that Jack had to lean forward to press his lips to Ianto's temple, breathing in the smell of his skin. His other hand wandered, certainly not by accident, to Ianto's knee, stroking his knuckles before tipping inward slightly to press fingertips against his knee - a small touch ... implying everything. "I want to go wherever you are," Jack leaned to whisper in Ianto's ear, breath and lips warm against his skin. "Because you're lovely in those utilitarian scrubs but I think you'll be better without them and I plan to find out." "But if you're feeling shy," Jack leaned back and flashed Ianto a grin, because there were times when Ianto was anything but shy, often in alleys, "I know just the place. Cozy. Has a sort of homespun charm and, most importantly, a bed." Jack blinked then laughed, he had a low and sultry laugh now, to match the velvet voice. "I bet my bed will seem roomy now, since we've both lost a little size." |
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| Ianto Jones | Dec 20 2009, 10:24 PM Post #6 |
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"I know just the place. Cozy. Has a sort of homespun charm and, most importantly, a bed." Jack said. His tone was light but insistent -- just like the soft stroke and press of his fingers edging up Ianto's thigh -- and he chased the invitation with a laugh. "I bet my bed will seem roomy now, since we've both lost a little size." "'Homespun charm', now that's a generous description, Jack," Ianto said. He twined his fingers with Jack's and squeezed, and he finally twigged why he was so turned on. It wasn't (just) that it was Jack, or Jack as a gorgeous woman, but the subtle predation behind the facade. Absolutely typical for Jack, it was... unusual coming from the female of the species: Ianto was used to women sort of... letting him steer. Of course girlfriends had initiated sex, but there had always seemed to be some sort of unspoken pretence that it was really his idea. He'd think about what that meant. Later. What it boiled down to now was that Ianto was used to Jack's pursuit, but not this Jack's pursuit. And he liked it. And if Jack wanted to chase, then fine. "Sounds like a plan, testing that bed space theory," Ianto said. He suddenly stood and began to move towards Jack's quarters. "I thought I was tired out, but... now I'm not." He threw a glance over his shoulder. "Coming?" |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 20 2009, 11:20 PM Post #7 |
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"Sounds like a plan, testing that bed space theory," Ianto said standing and heading towards Jack's office. "I thought I was tired out, but... now I'm not." He threw a glance over his shoulder. "Coming?" "I think we can find ways to keep you alert and entertained," Jack straightened up eagerly, snatching the whisky bottle before following Ianto up to his office and passage to his bunker. He slowed down enough to watch Ianto take the stairs ahead of him, smiling at the stir of his own desire as he watched Ianto move. "I'm right behind you," Jack teased. "Nice position to be in." He'd seen the desire wake in Ianto's face and Jack wanted to watch him lost in it. Tonight was definitely going to be lights on for the evening - if Ianto wanted it. Jack certainly did. He wanted to see everything tonight. "Oh, I want to take your clothes off," he said, voice husky with desire, already imaging the slide of fabric down Ianto's hips, and the shape of his calves against Jack's palms. "I really do, Ianto." The little fantasy drew a sharp/sweet ache up through his belly, a clench of heat and stirring damp that made Jack draw in a startled breath at the sheer newness of his own lust. When Ianto glanced at him, Jack gave him a smile that was a surprised, fascinated and hungry all at once. "This is going to be fantastic," Jack said. cont: Upper Level: Jack's Room> (tba) ooc: feel free to bring them both into Jack's bunker, and start a thread in there, Foxy! |
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