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Torchwood drabble -- Repair
Jan. 30th, 2009 09:05 pma/n: found the need for a little jack/ianto lovin' here this evening... trying to write exactly 100 words is hard, but I think I should do more dabbling ... er... drabble-ing, as this was fun to write.
Repair
Suddenly, in stolen moments in shadowy nooks one would press the other firmly against the solid brick walls, lingering in long, slow, life-affirming kisses, finding security in the solidness of the architecture and the steady beat of their hearts.
There was no need for words. They sought only to elicit soft sighs of satisfaction as lips and teeth explored sensitive spots, and large warm hands wound their way amongst crisp cotton shirts, unerringly finding their way to well known pleasure points.
Sensualists both, they would taste and touch, eyes closed, reveling in the comforts to be found in these rough intimacies.
Repair
Suddenly, in stolen moments in shadowy nooks one would press the other firmly against the solid brick walls, lingering in long, slow, life-affirming kisses, finding security in the solidness of the architecture and the steady beat of their hearts.
There was no need for words. They sought only to elicit soft sighs of satisfaction as lips and teeth explored sensitive spots, and large warm hands wound their way amongst crisp cotton shirts, unerringly finding their way to well known pleasure points.
Sensualists both, they would taste and touch, eyes closed, reveling in the comforts to be found in these rough intimacies.
