|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2008-05-08 17:56:00
|Entry tags:||fandom:torchwood, pairing:torchwood:jack/ianto, rating:nc-17|
Moving In, by Calico
I'm firmly of the opinion that Jack and Ianto were fucking well before Lisa died. And thankfully, there are some great writers who agree with me. And of course, any story set at that time would feature a fucked-up Ianto, with complicated feelings and motivations, and a totally oblivious, but curious Jack. Mmmm.
Jack leaned back in his chair and tuned his headset to Ianto’s, starting to smile. Just as he’d suspected: Ianto Jones worked late. In that lovely suit. With that evocative drawl. “No problem,” Jack said, imagining Ianto’s mouth close to his ear. “What are you doing, anyway? Moving in?”
“That Rift-manipulation device I told you about,” Ianto said. Jack smiled wider. He already liked it when Ianto said things like manipulation; it gave him the shivers. “It’s in several parts. I thought I’d assemble it while the others are out, then Dr Sato can do the final fine tuning.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jack said.
He thought about offering to help – he could have a poke around the pieces and see if he recognised anything, not to mention offer Ianto his assistance with any more strenuous activities he might be thinking of – but he had a pile of paperwork in front of him that he really ought to get finished tonight.
“Carry on,” he said regretfully. Paperwork spoiled all his fun. Maybe Ianto could become his secretary, too. Or scribe. He bet he’d take great dictation...