|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2008-07-16 21:17:00
Title: Shall I Compare Thee To A Tentacled Alien Corpse?
Summary: Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Jack and Ianto's naughty limerick war.
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Absolutely hilarious, and very, very in character for all of them. The perfect little interlude.
“No, really,” she says. “What are you working on?”
A devilish impulse takes Ianto and he says, “A poem for Jack” before he can stop himself. Gwen’s eyes go wide.
“Oh. That’s... that’s very sweet, Ianto.” She clearly doesn’t know what to make of it.
“I really hope he’ll like it,” Ianto says earnestly. He knows he’s being a shit, but Gwen makes it so easy.
“I’m sure he will,” says Gwen, resting one hand on Ianto’s shoulder. She’s trying to look supportive, Ianto knows, but the incredulity is definitely showing.
“Want to read what I have so far?” he asks. He doesn’t really want to torment Gwen and he can’t keep this up for very long anyway.
“Oh. Okay,” says Gwen. Ianto gives his best hesitant smile as he hands it over and lets Gwen read.