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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
2009-06-08 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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