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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-30 15:52:00

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!complete, day 09, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: museum, shannon rutherford

Day Nine - Morning
Who: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, and Shannon Rutherford
What: Waking up
When: Early morning
Where: the museum
Rating: NSFW
Status: Complete

In spite of the fact that the days were getting warmer, the nights were still bitter cold. Well, at least to a girl born and raised in California. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, wedging herself between Jack and Ianto to keep warm the previous night. Especially with Jack's coat, which, in spite of herself, Shannon was beginning to envy.

Shannon wasn't ungrateful for the favor they'd paid her; not by a long shot. They'd let her impose on them because the idea of sleeping in Sam's arms for another night knowing that it was more for her than it was for him was, to say the least, unappealing. It wasn't like she'd meant to put them out, or anything, but she hadn't really thought about it before asking Ianto if she could. So, the fact that they'd been good sports about it when they could've just told her no or pressed for a reason why...well, she appreciated it.

The thing was...the sun was up again and it was fucking hot laying between the two of them, now. So hot, in fact, that she had been awakened from a perfectly good dream about Sayid - and some ropes on a Saturday night - by her discomfort even though she was still exhausted and wanted to go back to sleep. No way was she giving up that easily. She wanted to fall back into that dream, dammit.

Shannon groaned and furrowed her brow, keeping her eyes closed and wiggling slightly against Ianto's back - and, for that matter, Jack's front - trying to find a fresh, cool spot on their makeshift bed without waking either of them. There was nowhere to move, though. "Noooo," she whined quietly, trying to trick herself into falling back asleep. It wasn't hot, it was comfortable. It wasn't light out; that was just her imagination. All of the pretending, however, was to no avail, so she shifted again, trying to free her arm from where it was stuck - asleep, dammit - underneath her own weight, being careful not to elbow Jack in the stomach or punch Ianto in the kidney in the process.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-03 09:00 pm UTC (link)

The fact that Ianto admitted his lack of experience at well did wonders for relaxing Shannon into whatever this was. It felt better to know that she wasn't the only novice. She allowed them their banter and kept her mouth shut because, well, she sort of felt like she was imposing on them, even if they'd kind of started it. Sort of. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

She could feel Ianto reach over her but he made no move to touch her, so she held still so as not to accidentally break his contact with Jack. She felt that it wasn't her place and they were pretty much going to have to guide her through things until she got into the swing of it otherwise she'd be useless in her want to keep from overstepping any boundaries.

When Jack's hand made its way to her chest, she dropped her head onto Ianto's shoulder to let out a soft sigh, not wanting, of course, to huff in the poor guy's ear. "Okay then, expert," she said softly, pushing back against Jack and nuzzling her nose against Ianto's neck, "how exactly does this work?" I don't want to break any understood, unspoken rules, went unsaid.

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madeinwales
2009-06-03 09:13 pm UTC (link)

Oh, no. While Ianto was stroking lightly at Jack's forearm, he was nuzzling against Shannon and had his free arm curled around her rather protectively. "It's fairly simple, I think. There's some snogging involved. Some groping. Possibly some other things. And we all walk away smiling."

This was incredibly fun and he wanted to show Shannon a fun time, but he did feel the need for a connection to Jack. But as he reached for that connection, he refused to neglect Shannon, so that little touches were rained down on the both of them. "It all depends on what you're up for. And his driving really is that bad. But mine's worse."

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