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capt_harkness ([info]capt_harkness) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-29 01:13:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 08, ianto jones, jack harkness

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Well it's been a long, been a long, been a long day.
WHERE: Museum
WHEN: Day 8, late evening
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: active


Jack was bone-weary once he finally found his way back to the museum. Between the 'death-off' (which at least Ianto couldn't be too pissed at him, right?) and the meeting with his clone, Jack had reached his limit of 'strange-ness' for the day. At least he was fairly certain he had the compound perfected. Wasn't pressurised like it should be, but the small misting bottles he found in the pharmacy should at least do the trick. It had proven effective when Jack had tried it against one of the Weevils a few hours ago, and that was good enough for him.

But now, all he wanted was to curl up with Ianto.

And, as apparently he had to clarify, his Ianto. Jack was hoping it was his waiting for him back in the museum, not that he couldn't tell which man was his. All it would take was another kiss. Heading into the room he had claimed as his own -- and had happily accepted Ianto into -- Jack wearily entered, looking for Ianto. "I'm too damn tired to play games. If it's the clone or the other Ianto, just say so. And if it is, clear out as I was here first."



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[info]madeinwales
2009-06-09 06:35 am UTC (link)
It didn't take long to get the both of them clean enough, and in no time at all, Ianto was tossing the shirt off against the wall and capping the bottle of water to set aside. From there, the cleaning process turned into a bit of a massage, ferretting out sore spots with deft fingers. Magic fingers.

The lube comment sent a terribly amused grin spreading across Ianto's face and he leaned in just a bit. "What will you do if there isn't any lube?" he asked, oh so innocently. Really, he needed to take the time to tuck them back into trousers, nice and secure, but this moment of warmth and comfort would be fleeting, he knew. He wanted to indulge in it.

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[info]capt_harkness
2009-06-11 08:45 pm UTC (link)
He could feel the exact moment when Ianto's touch turned from cleaning to something else entirely. Jack closed his eyes, half hoping they'd have a few more minutes to themselves before Shannon poked her head in. This was exactly what he had needed.

With a sigh, Jack rolled his hips upwards, attempting to knock Ianto off balance and pull the other man into his arms. This time his hands were the ones that ran along his back, holding his lover close. "What will I do? Outside of throw a tantrum?" He asked, grinning. Seriously, though. "Oh... I'm nothing if not an improviser," Jack replied at last. "We'll figure something out. We always do, don't we?"

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[info]madeinwales
2009-06-12 08:00 am UTC (link)
If Jack had been stuck here for any length of time, a bit of comfort would be exactly what he needed. It served to ground a person. Kept them feeling human.

Ianto allowed himself to tumble forward, off balance and into Jack's arms where he settled in quite content with his head tucked up just under Jack's chin. "Throw a tantrum? I think I'd like to be on hand to see that." Could be amusing, that. Lots of foot stomping and arm flailing, he imagined.

"We always figure something out," Ianto replied, and he wasn't certain if he was talking about just lube or the entire situation. Probably both, he decided and closed his eyes, for just a moment.

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