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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 10:46 pm UTC (link)

"Snogging...?" Shannon asked, her lips brushing against Ianto's neck as she spoke. She moved her hand to his hip and then down between the two of them, rubbing against him as she let her head fall back and turn to the awkward angle at which she was trying to look at Jack before. "We all walk away smiling and keep what happens in the room...in the room, preferably?" she asked. It had to be asked. She wouldn't be regretful about anything, that was for sure - already she was having a hell of a good morning and she wouldn't take it back - it was just that, "I would prefer to keep my indiscretions under wraps, is all."

She felt Jack release the two of them and then guided her into turning toward him. Okay, cool, you can call the shots and then at least I don't feel like I'm doing something wrong the whole time because I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing, she thought as he pressed himself up against her and her free hand went instinctively to his hair. It worked like magic on most guys - Boone, especially, as much as she didn't like to think about that - and maybe it would work on Jack, even if it hadn't on Ianto. Her hips, again, were rocking between the two of them; she was already aching for some kind of friction that simply being sandwiched tightly between them wasn't providing.

"I'm game," she said, her voice coming out a bit more husky than she'd have preferred. "If I'm going to have a first go at something, I don't like to half ass it," she added by way of explanation for her wanton willingness.

Shannon felt like she should kiss him. She wanted to, she just wasn't sure how that worked. Maybe she wasn't allowed to kiss either of them; that was sort of an intimate thing. Everything else about sex could be raw and animalistic, but kissing...kissing held the sort of intimacy that Shannon wasn't sure was reserved for anything other than a one-on-one encounter.

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madeinwales
2009-06-04 06:27 am UTC (link)

"Snogging is kissing, but not just kissing, if you know what I mean. It's not just a kiss. Um. Frenching, I guess...?" For whatever reason, that explanation cause another wash of color to flood over Ianto's ears and down to his face. Ianto shifted closer, one hand catching up Jack's, and he bent his face so he could murmur into Shannon's ear.

"He loves snogging, too. He's very good at it. Stop worrying, stop thinking about things and just let go. Do it. Kiss him." That was the single most important thing that Jack's taught him about sex, really. To find joy in it. To understand that it doesn't have to mean more than a joyful encounter if you don't want it to. It was time to teach Shannon this, too, it seemed.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-05 02:16 pm UTC (link)

That was the perfect way to describe what snogging was -- it had the perfect ring to it, unlike the Americanised 'frenching'. Well, to each their own, the end result was always the same and that was what counted. Jack chuckled softly, knowing the vibration would travel to Shannon, watching Ianto flush once more. Jack was, at the present (as he squeezed Ianto's hand), a very happy man.

He knew he would be the one to call the shots, to move them how everyone could best enjoy the bedplay. There was a part of Jack that had an inkling this wouldn't be a one-time affair -- which was fine as far as Jack was concerned. It would take some adjusting, some getting used to having a third as each of them learned their likes and dislikes, but damn it would be fun. He closed his eyes, head arching into her hand as he sighed contently. Jack always was a sucker for hands in his hair and he responded by rubbing his hips against hers. Seemed like frottage was his friend lately.

While Ianto may have been murmuring in Shannon's ear, Jack was close enough to hear his words. That, right there, was one of the primary reasons Jack cared for Ianto as much as he did. Keeping one hand intertwined with Ianto's, Jack struggled to move the other hand closest to the floor up to cup Shannon's jaw. "Ianto's right. Where kissing is concerned, that is." He lowered his head to bring his lips into contact with hers.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-05 05:00 pm UTC (link)

To Ianto's explanation, Shannon hummed her understanding, eyelids drooping to half mast at the way Jack's soft laugh vibrated against her. She licked her lips and looked back up at Jack through her eyelashes as Ianto spoke softly into her ear, telling her to just let go. I can't believe you have to tell me that; I should know. That's all I've wanted to do since I showed up in this shitty place...just let go.

Her fingers were threading themselves gently in and out of Jack's hair as she pushed it back from his face and a small smile crossed her lips as he responded to it more so than Ianto had. One: Jack likes hands in his hair; Ianto does not, she thought, making a mental note. When Jack touched her face, Shannon's eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in a soft sigh. Three for three; she was going to have twice as much to learn in the same amount of time that the two of them could learn from one another's actions when it came to her responses. Unfair advantage, but she couldn't say she minded too terribly much. She actually didn't mind much at all. And then Jack's lips were on hers and she relaxed into his kiss. The arm beneath her reached up just slightly to take Ianto's other hand in her own, because she didn't know what else to do with it and she felt like she should still maintain contact with him.

Shannon parted her lips slightly further to deepen the kiss as her thumbs rubbed gently up and down on Jack's jaw and Ianto's thumb, respectively. This was something she could definitely get used to, if they wanted to let her.

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madeinwales
2009-06-06 07:16 am UTC (link)

Shannon, frankly, was adorable. Ianto's breath stirred Shannon's hair and his fingers stroked at Jack's hand while his feet tickled a little at his toes. His other hand, nearly pinned, stroked back at Shannon's fingers. And he just watched them snog and thought how utterly beautiful certain people were, even in the morning. Ianto levered himself up a bit so he could lower his face into the junction of their faces, breathing against skin and nuzzling the cheeks of both people at once. Not enough to break them apart, but enough to communicate his affection and in once case, something more...

Even if he won't admit it.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-08 09:02 pm UTC (link)

Now that was a kiss. Jack could feel the moment Shannon finally let go and he gave her a moment to direct the kiss before he took full command once more. He managed to simultaneously keep the kiss going while arching into her touch as she moved his hair back from his face. Such a gentle touch. His eyes peeked open, checking on Ianto and seeing Shannon's hands laced with his.

This had every potential of truly working, didn't it? It wasn't like Jack had brought her into their bed -- she had just come. And that they both liked her was a definite bonus. Jack hummed under his breath, giving soft approval to each of Shannon's ministrations.

He felt the hot breath against his cheek, enough for him to reluctantly pull away from the kiss, feeling Ianto so near. With a final brush of his lips to Shannon's lips, Jack turned his head to give the same attention to Ianto. He knew he wouldn't have to pull the other man in (and both his hands were a bit occupied at the present) but rather pressed his lips to Ianto's, though waited for ianto to take control of this kiss; just as he always would.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-08 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Shannon could feel Ianto's breath against her hair and his fingers stroking hers in return and thought to herself that he seemed pretty okay with the fact that she was making out with the person she was pretty damn sure was his boyfriend. She wondered briefly if Jack and Ianto really were in a relationship in the real world and if it was an open one, at that.

When Ianto moved and began to nuzzle at their cheeks, Shannon was only fleetingly disappointed when Jack broke the kiss to tend to the other man. She could push that aside; Jack wasn't hers and neither was Ianto. This was just for fun and she certainly was having it. The fact that it was so easy to set aside the disappointment in favor of moving her lips to Jack's exposed neck as he leaned over her told her that this arrangement would definitely work for her. There was clearly no strings on her end and if Ianto hadn't minded her kissing Jack and Jack didn't seem to mind the way she'd been nibbling at Ianto's ear, then it seemed to her that there were no strings on their end, either.

She did find herself wiggling between them again, seeking out friction once more as she let her hand fall away from Jack's hair and snake down between the two of them to work at herself. She'd let them alone for the moment, because she was feeling needy and there were two gorgeous men kissing over her. Shannon decided to get started on herself and if one of them wanted to aid in the effort after they finished, all the better for it.

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madeinwales
2009-06-11 06:22 am UTC (link)

The rest of the morning dissolved into kisses and touches, since practical Ianto realized that there were no condoms as well as no lube. Still, it didn't keep them from having a good time.

When it was all said and down, Ianto lay limp along Shannon's back, listening to three sets of breathing slow and steady and had to chuckle into the quiet. It was ridiculous, this, but it was a delightful sort of ridiculous. A part of him hoped that they were watched at their play. It'd be a great way to protest, he supposed. Not really productive, but very enjoyable. "Well. That was better than a cup of coffee in the morning. Thank you dearly, Shannon love."

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