oh bother...

BLAH.

Am exhausted this week for various hormonally induced reasons.

Cannot get my brain to focus. It's just whirling around like those crazy flocks of birds who wheel around and keep landing on power lines.

So ... here are some THINGS for that WIP MEME...

Pillow talk with Jack was pretty much like any other talk with Jack, just with fewer clothes. There were the same proportion of "Did I ever tell you about the time..." conversations. Mostly, Ianto was content to let Jack ramble on, but sometimes he liked to get his own back.

 

So when Jack started with "There was this one time when..." Ianto interrupted him.

 

"Owen and I went Weevil Hunting one night while you were gone."

 

Jack rolled onto his side, propped his head up on one hand, and ran his other hand up Ianto's neck.

 

"Really? Was that Weevil Hunting, or WEEVIL Hunting?"

 

Ianto rolled onto his back, and put his hands behind his head.

 

"And then we had a fight about it. Well, to be fair he was pretty drunk at the time."

"Easy, easy there Ianto," Jack said, laying his hands on his shoulders.

 

Ianto was suddenly flushed, his laughter turning to big gulping gasps for air.

 

"Can't ... I can't..."

 

"Shhh," Jack said, smoothing the hair on the back of Ianto's head.

 

"Pocket..." Ianto gasped, pointing at his jacket that was hanging on the back of Toshiko's chair. "...Watch..." he managed to get out at last.

 



Captain Harkness knelt, cobblestones digging into his knees as he held his dead mistress in his arms.

It was late at night, and he could hear the water from the fountain in the square splashing in the background, as his pulse thundered in his ears. Cooper, the housekeeper, stood looking down at them, her eyes wide.