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[#093] DROWNING (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #93 - True love
Title: Drowning
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG. Minor spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "Broken" .
Bonus: Ye
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Ianto can't help but fall back into the powerful tug of love.
After Lisa there'd been nothing, just a huge gaping hole inside Ianto, incapable of ever being filled. He'd never known pain like it, not even when his dad had died. Meeting Lisa had resulted in a kind of love that had blossomed inside him, deeper and more profound, which had nothing to do with blood and family. Lisa was light and warmth - like half of him had been dead before, or at least locked away and inaccessible. She'd brought a key that had released that part of him, finally making him feel happy and whole.
And then she'd been taken from him, and that vast emptiness had returned, only this time he couldn't lock it back away and go back to feeling like he was still a person without that other half. He couldn't have his heart broken like that again. It hurt too much to ever want to experience that kind of happiness and light, knowing this was what would follow.
But something strange had happened. He hadn't meant for it, or even considered it, but one day it was just there. Jack had always been handsome, smiling and flirting outrageously with him, but he'd never done anything more than humour Jack by giving back as good as he got. It didn't make him feel, but now there was a flutter inside him when he caught Jack smiling his way, those blue eyes, the way Jack tried to get him to open up and talk about things even though he didn't want to. He knew if he started talking he'd never be able to stop. Everything would come spilling out, including the fact that he could no longer look at his boss without wishing they could be something more.
He shouldn't want Jack. It was wrong on so many levels. Ianto wasn't gay for a start. He'd never looked at a man like that, but Jack… he suddenly wanted to know what it would be like to have those hands touch him, to feel those lips pressed to his. Jack would taste like the coffee Ianto served him, and smell like… God, he always smelled so amazing. It made Ianto's head spin. He wanted Jack and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Only he didn't just want Jack. It was that same feeling he'd felt the first time he met Lisa, all bumbling and tongue-tied, trying to hide it behind his mask of indifference and then not knowing how to pull the mask away to express how he really felt. He hadn't ever wanted to fall in love again, but Jack… it was wrong and right and somehow he just knew that there wasn't a single other person on this whole planet who could really understand him the way Jack would, and that he could understand Jack in a way that no one else could either.
It wasn't until he'd finally plucked up the courage to risk it all and kiss Jack that he knew it for certain. Jack was everything he'd imagined and more. Thoughts of Lisa didn't even cross his mind during that kiss. For the first time in so long he didn't feel empty and hollow anymore. Life came rushing back in to fill that void inside him and the moment he broke off the kiss it receded like a tide, proving that being with Jack was the only way he could ever feel fulfilled.
Jack had told him they could only have tonight, just one night where they shed their respective roles as boss and employee, but Ianto didn't care. He'd been dying and now he was drowning in the life-affirming flood that was Jack Harkness so much that it made his head pound and his breath catch in his throat. His heart beat faster and faster in his chest like he was running towards something that was about to slip away if he didn't keep running. Everything went all fuzzy and warm at the edges of his reality and he let his eyes slip shut as he surrendered to it completely.
'Ianto? Ianto!'
Jack was calling out his name but it sounded echoed and distant. It was such a beautiful dream and Jack was calling for him. He didn't want to wake from it lest he find that Jack was gone when he awoke.
'Ianto!' Jack's call was sharper and it jolted him abruptly from his warm cocoon of bliss. Jack's face hovered over his, but it wasn't happy and loving like in his dreams. A large warm hand stroked his cheek. 'Ianto. Are you okay?'
He blinked a few times, trying to fathom the worried look on Jack's face. He didn't like that expression, so full of anxiety and fear. 'What?'
'You fainted on me. I thought maybe that crazy barmaid had put something in your drink.'
He slowly shook his head, reality swinging back into place, a little harsher than it had been. 'No.' He pushed himself up off the floor and Jack was there to help him sit up. 'I'm okay.'
'What happened? One second we're kissing and then…'
It was hard not to feel sheepish. 'We were kissing,' Ianto agreed, and it had been the most amazing kissing he'd ever experienced. Jack always talked up his legendary kissing skills but he didn't need to. 'I think I just forgot to breathe.'
Jack chuckled at that. 'Well, it was a pretty amazing kiss. Definitely in my top five of all time. You always surprised me with your many talents. But… perhaps try it with breathing next time. It'd be much more enjoyable for me if you can keep it going.'
'I'll try,' he said, wrapping his arms around Jack's neck and pulling him back down for a second attempt. Ianto knew he was done for; he needed Jack's lips on his more than he needed the very air in his lungs. Jack was kidding himself if he thought Ianto was going to let him go after tonight.
Title: Drowning
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG. Minor spoilers for Big Finish audioplay "Broken" .
Bonus: Ye
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Ianto can't help but fall back into the powerful tug of love.
After Lisa there'd been nothing, just a huge gaping hole inside Ianto, incapable of ever being filled. He'd never known pain like it, not even when his dad had died. Meeting Lisa had resulted in a kind of love that had blossomed inside him, deeper and more profound, which had nothing to do with blood and family. Lisa was light and warmth - like half of him had been dead before, or at least locked away and inaccessible. She'd brought a key that had released that part of him, finally making him feel happy and whole.
And then she'd been taken from him, and that vast emptiness had returned, only this time he couldn't lock it back away and go back to feeling like he was still a person without that other half. He couldn't have his heart broken like that again. It hurt too much to ever want to experience that kind of happiness and light, knowing this was what would follow.
But something strange had happened. He hadn't meant for it, or even considered it, but one day it was just there. Jack had always been handsome, smiling and flirting outrageously with him, but he'd never done anything more than humour Jack by giving back as good as he got. It didn't make him feel, but now there was a flutter inside him when he caught Jack smiling his way, those blue eyes, the way Jack tried to get him to open up and talk about things even though he didn't want to. He knew if he started talking he'd never be able to stop. Everything would come spilling out, including the fact that he could no longer look at his boss without wishing they could be something more.
He shouldn't want Jack. It was wrong on so many levels. Ianto wasn't gay for a start. He'd never looked at a man like that, but Jack… he suddenly wanted to know what it would be like to have those hands touch him, to feel those lips pressed to his. Jack would taste like the coffee Ianto served him, and smell like… God, he always smelled so amazing. It made Ianto's head spin. He wanted Jack and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Only he didn't just want Jack. It was that same feeling he'd felt the first time he met Lisa, all bumbling and tongue-tied, trying to hide it behind his mask of indifference and then not knowing how to pull the mask away to express how he really felt. He hadn't ever wanted to fall in love again, but Jack… it was wrong and right and somehow he just knew that there wasn't a single other person on this whole planet who could really understand him the way Jack would, and that he could understand Jack in a way that no one else could either.
It wasn't until he'd finally plucked up the courage to risk it all and kiss Jack that he knew it for certain. Jack was everything he'd imagined and more. Thoughts of Lisa didn't even cross his mind during that kiss. For the first time in so long he didn't feel empty and hollow anymore. Life came rushing back in to fill that void inside him and the moment he broke off the kiss it receded like a tide, proving that being with Jack was the only way he could ever feel fulfilled.
Jack had told him they could only have tonight, just one night where they shed their respective roles as boss and employee, but Ianto didn't care. He'd been dying and now he was drowning in the life-affirming flood that was Jack Harkness so much that it made his head pound and his breath catch in his throat. His heart beat faster and faster in his chest like he was running towards something that was about to slip away if he didn't keep running. Everything went all fuzzy and warm at the edges of his reality and he let his eyes slip shut as he surrendered to it completely.
'Ianto? Ianto!'
Jack was calling out his name but it sounded echoed and distant. It was such a beautiful dream and Jack was calling for him. He didn't want to wake from it lest he find that Jack was gone when he awoke.
'Ianto!' Jack's call was sharper and it jolted him abruptly from his warm cocoon of bliss. Jack's face hovered over his, but it wasn't happy and loving like in his dreams. A large warm hand stroked his cheek. 'Ianto. Are you okay?'
He blinked a few times, trying to fathom the worried look on Jack's face. He didn't like that expression, so full of anxiety and fear. 'What?'
'You fainted on me. I thought maybe that crazy barmaid had put something in your drink.'
He slowly shook his head, reality swinging back into place, a little harsher than it had been. 'No.' He pushed himself up off the floor and Jack was there to help him sit up. 'I'm okay.'
'What happened? One second we're kissing and then…'
It was hard not to feel sheepish. 'We were kissing,' Ianto agreed, and it had been the most amazing kissing he'd ever experienced. Jack always talked up his legendary kissing skills but he didn't need to. 'I think I just forgot to breathe.'
Jack chuckled at that. 'Well, it was a pretty amazing kiss. Definitely in my top five of all time. You always surprised me with your many talents. But… perhaps try it with breathing next time. It'd be much more enjoyable for me if you can keep it going.'
'I'll try,' he said, wrapping his arms around Jack's neck and pulling him back down for a second attempt. Ianto knew he was done for; he needed Jack's lips on his more than he needed the very air in his lungs. Jack was kidding himself if he thought Ianto was going to let him go after tonight.
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