Long Weekend, Tryst
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rec50Torchwood: general series table
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 8. Friendship
Title: Long Weekend
Author: winterhill
Rating: All Ages
Length: epic
Brief summary: After Exit Wounds, Ianto and Gwen do some bonding. (It's also a Jack/Ianto story.) This fic is fairly long, with a good mix of humor and angst.
“The sleeves are too long,” said Ianto, from behind her. “But the colour suits you.”
He took her wrists, turning the cuffs in and straightening the sleeves.
“Better,” he said, satisfied. Gwen looked at herself in the mirror. “It’s lovely. Going to buy it?”
“Too expensive,” sighed Gwen. “I wish I could. It’s gorgeous. Did you finally make a decision, you fussy cow?”
“Mmm. I replaced the waistcoat. Not worth having an early-morning clothing crisis about,” he replied, helping her out of the coat.
“You have clothing crisies? But the only people you generally see day-in-day-out are Jack and I,” said Gwen. Ianto hung the coat properly on a hanger, straightening it carefully.
“Maybe I like looking nice. Maybe I generally see people I like to look nice for,” he said, primly. “You sure you don’t want this? I can hem the sleeves if you’re willing to wait a few days.”
“I can’t. It’s too much,” sighed Gwen, shocked that he’d actually offered to alter her clothing for her.
Link: Long Weekend
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 30. Seduction
Title: Tryst
Author: rallalon
Rating: Adult
Length: medium
Brief summary: This one is an intriguing Jack/Ianto fic that twists time around.
The question is repeated for the third time, serious for all that it is seductive. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Yes,” Ianto breathes, agrees without nodding. Moving his head would mean breaking contact and that’s not something he wants, not something he wants at all.
“How well can you keep a secret?” There’s a tinge in his voice now, almost amused and yet completely something else, something Ianto has no words for. It’s something dark in a lovely way and lovely in a terrible way and terrible in a way that could be darkly addictive.
Link: Tryst
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 8. Friendship
Title: Long Weekend
Author: winterhill
Rating: All Ages
Length: epic
Brief summary: After Exit Wounds, Ianto and Gwen do some bonding. (It's also a Jack/Ianto story.) This fic is fairly long, with a good mix of humor and angst.
“The sleeves are too long,” said Ianto, from behind her. “But the colour suits you.”
He took her wrists, turning the cuffs in and straightening the sleeves.
“Better,” he said, satisfied. Gwen looked at herself in the mirror. “It’s lovely. Going to buy it?”
“Too expensive,” sighed Gwen. “I wish I could. It’s gorgeous. Did you finally make a decision, you fussy cow?”
“Mmm. I replaced the waistcoat. Not worth having an early-morning clothing crisis about,” he replied, helping her out of the coat.
“You have clothing crisies? But the only people you generally see day-in-day-out are Jack and I,” said Gwen. Ianto hung the coat properly on a hanger, straightening it carefully.
“Maybe I like looking nice. Maybe I generally see people I like to look nice for,” he said, primly. “You sure you don’t want this? I can hem the sleeves if you’re willing to wait a few days.”
“I can’t. It’s too much,” sighed Gwen, shocked that he’d actually offered to alter her clothing for her.
Link: Long Weekend
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 30. Seduction
Title: Tryst
Author: rallalon
Rating: Adult
Length: medium
Brief summary: This one is an intriguing Jack/Ianto fic that twists time around.
The question is repeated for the third time, serious for all that it is seductive. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Yes,” Ianto breathes, agrees without nodding. Moving his head would mean breaking contact and that’s not something he wants, not something he wants at all.
“How well can you keep a secret?” There’s a tinge in his voice now, almost amused and yet completely something else, something Ianto has no words for. It’s something dark in a lovely way and lovely in a terrible way and terrible in a way that could be darkly addictive.
Link: Tryst
