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mercyrobot) wrote2009-06-09 11:25 pm
It's a post. A posty post.
0. Mostly, I wanted to show off this icon I made. *points*
1. Writer's block like whoa. I get like one sentence out and get distracted by something shiny. My brain's doing something that goes a little bit like Trek! Jooster! Joostertrek! No, wait! Fireflytrek! TorchJooster! Ianto is Jeeves and they're on the Enterprise and run into Serenity! And what about that thing where Jeeves had a secret wife? Ducky? Ducky who? ARGFARGLEVALETSPACE. Yeah. That's what my head sounds like on the indoors.
2. KINGDOM. Was great. Is great. Is being great. Oh Lyle. *looks at watch* Hey, next week! Get here with new ep plz. When does Peter get a boyfriend? Wishful thinking, I know.
3. Well, it would be a pretty lame list if it only had two things on it.....
Um. Make me write porn. Prompts. Issue them now. Maybe with word count limits.
ETA 6/10: I am exhausted and falling asleep. Ficlettings to continue on the morrow.
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Well, I had to flip a coin to choose, and I'd like to see what you can do with Jeeves & Ianto, pretty please, ma'am!
:D
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They dance around it for a month with hints and glances before either of them makes a move, and when they finally do fall into bed, it simply happens. No discussion, no questions. Just Jeeves turning up at the tiny flat where Ianto's waiting out the months until he will meet this era's Jack Harkness in a bar, hand him a device, and wipe his memory. After that he'll cross whatever bridges come: wondering if he's done it right, wondering when or if the Doctor will come back for him.
This is practical. A trustworthy partner in this day and age isn't easy to find. And it's good, better than good, but there are no illusions. Neither set of eyes is quite the right shade of blue, neither body quite the right shape. They close their eyes and make do.
The fourth week (Jeeves comes on his nights off) they're lying in sweat and twisted sheets, Ianto smoking his first cigarette since university and curled into Jeeves's side. It felt different this time, somehow. Perhaps he's getting used to it. "Jack will laugh his arse off when he hears about this." If he makes it back to tell the tale, he doesn't say.
"Captain Harkness always did have a most singular sense of humour," Jeeves says with a wry twist to his lip. He's very easy on the eyes normally, but flushed and relaxed like this he's simply gorgeous.
Ianto reaches over and smooths an errant lock of dark hair off Jeeves's forehead. "Still does."
Jeeves catches Ianto's hand and presses his lips to the backs of the knuckles, then plucks the cigarette from his lips and takes a puff himself before putting it out. Jeeves kisses him softly, tasting of sex and tobacco and the coffee Ianto still bothers to make when he comes round, though it's been two weeks since they've drunk more than a sip or two. It isn't going anywhere; they're still both too spent. But it's nice.
"Your Mr Wooster is an idiot," Ianto declares, trailing his fingers through the line of coarse hairs below Jeeves's navel.
"He is a good man," Jeeves says rather sharply, tensing.
"Shh. I only meant he doesn't know what he's missing."
"It is kind of you to say so, Ianto."
"It's the truth." And without knowing why, he adds, "You know, if it's really that hopeless, you could come back with me."
Jeeves shakes his head. "My place is here."
Ianto understands.
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Ianto understands."
I'm not even that familiar with Torchwood and this still makes all kinds of sexy sense. Good show.
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Thank you!!!!
Love the last 2 lines, especially, but all of it is covered in awesomesauce!
<3 <3
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