Torchwood -- Erotic Poetry
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redismycolour Challenge: Day Eighteen
Date Written: 1/24/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A bit of fluff to cheer up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowinginjune.
Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor.
The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a brown like decor.
Bare bodies stand naked, their bones clanging in the wind.
Hoping to soon be reclothed, by winters cool new offerings.
--Robert M. Hensel,
Winters Offerings
“Oh, that is fuckin’ hot,” Jack’s voice rang out through Ianto’s flat.
“Words that instill fear into my heart,” Ianto called out from the kitchen.
Jack appeared in the doorway, grinning and holding up a little book. “Read this?”
Ianto looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the cover before turning back to his chopping board. “It’s… Henry – no, Hensel.”
The Captain looked down at the book in his hand before looking at the back of Ianto’s head. “How’d you do that?”
The chopping noise paused. “Honors in English Lit, Jack. I needed it for one of my classes.”
“Seriously?”
“How is it that you know so little about me?”
Jack chuckled softly, moving up behind Ianto. He set the book aside and put his hands on Ianto’s hips, kissing the spot just behind his ear. Ianto shivered almost imperceptibly against him. As Jack knew he would. “The little details don’t matter,” Jack told him softly.
Ianto gave him a fond, God you’re a crazy man smile and rolled his eyes. “What was so enticing about Hensel?”
“He was talking about being naked in public,” Jack said, teasing. He knew he was playing with the words, but sometimes it was fun to rile Ianto up.
“Bare bodies stand naked, bones clanging in the wind,” Ianto quoted.
“Inspiring, no?”
“He’s talking about trees, Jack.”
“Sex outside under the trees? Sounds like a great plan.”
Ianto laughed and turned to look at him. “I just can’t take you anywhere, can I?” He ran his fingers through Jack’s hair, watching as he leaned in cat-like against his touch. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Just love me.”
Ianto laughed a little before leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Oh Jack, you crazy man. That’s already a given.”
redismycolour Challenge: Day EighteenDate Written: 1/24/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A bit of fluff to cheer up
snowinginjune. The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a brown like decor.
Bare bodies stand naked, their bones clanging in the wind.
Hoping to soon be reclothed, by winters cool new offerings.
--Robert M. Hensel,
Winters Offerings
“Oh, that is fuckin’ hot,” Jack’s voice rang out through Ianto’s flat.
“Words that instill fear into my heart,” Ianto called out from the kitchen.
Jack appeared in the doorway, grinning and holding up a little book. “Read this?”
Ianto looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the cover before turning back to his chopping board. “It’s… Henry – no, Hensel.”
The Captain looked down at the book in his hand before looking at the back of Ianto’s head. “How’d you do that?”
The chopping noise paused. “Honors in English Lit, Jack. I needed it for one of my classes.”
“Seriously?”
“How is it that you know so little about me?”
Jack chuckled softly, moving up behind Ianto. He set the book aside and put his hands on Ianto’s hips, kissing the spot just behind his ear. Ianto shivered almost imperceptibly against him. As Jack knew he would. “The little details don’t matter,” Jack told him softly.
Ianto gave him a fond, God you’re a crazy man smile and rolled his eyes. “What was so enticing about Hensel?”
“He was talking about being naked in public,” Jack said, teasing. He knew he was playing with the words, but sometimes it was fun to rile Ianto up.
“Bare bodies stand naked, bones clanging in the wind,” Ianto quoted.
“Inspiring, no?”
“He’s talking about trees, Jack.”
“Sex outside under the trees? Sounds like a great plan.”
Ianto laughed and turned to look at him. “I just can’t take you anywhere, can I?” He ran his fingers through Jack’s hair, watching as he leaned in cat-like against his touch. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Just love me.”
Ianto laughed a little before leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Oh Jack, you crazy man. That’s already a given.”
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