Comme demain je serai assez pressée et pas trop de temps je te poste ça maintenant Marli ....je trouvais ça bien ici, en réponse aux demandes qu'est-ce que t'en penses ? sinon tu me déplaces tout ça où tu veux ......
J'espère que ça ira, c'est pas trop mon truc le kinky, le coquin, je préfère écrire des choses plutôt noires et désespérées, donc c'est une vrai première ..... *indulgence, svp !!*
en même temps ça reste plutôt très soft car j'ai du mal à m'éloigner des personnages tels que je les perçois et pour moi rien ne s'est encore passé entre eux réellement, même pas le premier baiser, bref ........... je me tais et je poste le bébé .....
Title : how much a suit can look good ?
pour Marli, se déroule pendant Everything Changes
Ianto's smile welcomed him back at the hub and almost managed to take away the guilt he was carrying since Gwen ran away from him earlier at the bar. It was never easy to give retcon and why the hell on earth did he have to tell her ?
Playing with others ' memories wasn't something he liked to do, he just had to do it. He certainly could not allow people to remember Torchwood. That was it, and it was his duty.
Jack smiled back to Ianto and without a word went to his office.
He rarely felt guilty when he knew that he was only doing what he had to. He lived for too long to carry on that sort of useless emotional baggage. When duty called, it had to be done, no second thought allowed. He surely lived for too long not to know that giving retcon took away every little memory that came along with the aknowlegde of Torchwood existance. He couldn't choose to spare the precious ones. Everything was gone. He always felt a bit annoyed with this, because memory is a part of what we are and he was aware that he might take away something that mattered. He'd rather not think about it, he just needed to rest.
- Jack ? yelled Ianto.
- What ? answered Jack busy with tidying his desk.
- Would you like some coffee ?
- You got me Ianto, yes, coffee-magic would be great, thanks.
Ianto appeared at his office door, all dressed up in a very dark and classy costume with a red tie. Jack almost died from laughing.
Ianto kept on smiling, that was exactly what he had expected. No word was required between them. They knew each other for several months now and strangely he always had felt that they had a special bound. Jack never had to tell exactly what was going wrong, Ianto knew when something was wrong. He knew how Jack felt after the whole Gwen Cooper's drama and he just wanted to make him smile, at least once for the night.
- I knew you'd like the suit, smiled Ianto giving his mug to the boss.
- I like the costume, i love the tie, said Jack staring at his co-worker, a suggestive smile on his lips.
- I know, red is my colour, isnt it ?
- Who knew that you were that kind of man Ianto Jones ?
- I think you knew.
- Did i ? You think ?
- I do, yes.
Ianto was now flirting openly and Jack seemed in the mood to play the game. Yes, he was always in that mood.
- You've always loved my suits, that is not a secret. I thought i had to show you how red looks brilliant on me, joked Ianto.
- Ianto Jones, you know how to talk to your boss, smiled Jack, getting closer to Ianto.
- You had loved the suit when you'd seen it the first time, claimed Ianto, but i bet you had no idea how much a suit could look that good.
- Believe me i knew, some things aren't a surprise and correct me if i'm wrong, you had liked the coat first, didn't you ? Jack was pretty sure of this and frankly he loved to tease Ianto.
- Well, Sir, actually i did love the coat at first sight.
The two men were now standing very close to each other, smiling, joking and staring at each other quite intensely.
- Did you enjoy the coffee by the way ?
Jack put down his mug on to his desk and grabbed Ianto by the waist to get him closer.
- I did, your coffee can't stand any competition really.
- I'm doing my best.
- And i'm still enjoying the costume and the tie.
- You do ?
- Red is definitely your colour.
Jack couldn't resist any longer, must have been the red. The red on Ianto : some conbinaisons were made to win. Jack had to kiss him right now, holding him tightly against him, because all he wanted was to feel his body and his lips all over him.
- Jack ?
- Jack ? yelled Ianto, again.
Jack woke up at the sound of his favourite sweet welsh accent. That dream with Ianto again. Jack had a lots of those ones these days.
- Yes, sorry Ianto, what did you want ?
- Coffee ?
The end.
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Sam 6 Fév - 23:36
YAY !!!
