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dominique012) wrote2007-04-18 11:29 pm
dominique012) wrote2007-04-18 11:29 pm
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drabbles
I wrote a couple of drabbles. It was meant to do two things: pull me out of a melancholy state I've been in all day, and also help warm me up for a fic I've been trying to start for a few days.
And then, I thought I'd dedicate them to some of my friends who have recently helped inspire me.
So here we go,
ten/rose
When he enfolds her in a warm, ecstatic, doctor-like hug, she buries her nose in his shirt, feeling soft material, breathing in his scent. Within the warm expanse of his coat, she snakes her hands around his waist to hold him close. She feels a familiar rush - excitement, happiness, love.
His arms are wrapped around her, she looks up and his smile is inches away. He traces her jaw with his fingertips, and she knows, for right then, that he’s truly happy.
They’re cuddling again; it doesn’t matter why.
for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goldy_dollar and her cuddle fixation.
jack/gwen
He strides in through the door, and into her direct line of sight. Her expression is uncertain, as though she hasn’t quite decided whether to smile. He sees weary happiness, gratitude, acknowledgement. It's like she’s telling him something and asking a question at the same time.
He stops to stand and look at her. She’s spent the day following her heart and disobeying orders as she tried to help someone. Nearly getting killed.
Now she’s back, safe. It’s good to see her, pale, shaken, but alive. He tries to give her a stern look, Don’t do it again.
forlookatmoiye7 about a scene from 1x08.
jack/ianto
Jack wanted to make him smile. It was such a rare thing, to see him really smile. He slipped him a funny cartoon of Owen during a meeting; achieving a puzzled eyebrow quirk. He handed him a special blend hazelnut espresso from the café around the corner, earning him at first blank confusion and then a rather surprised thank you (sir). But no smile.
In the evening, Jack mused alone in his office. He hadn't given up. He ran a hand through his hair, pulled his braces off his shoulders, unbuttoned his shirt. He leaned wearily back in his chair and stretched, arms out behind him. He closed his eyes for a moment, his arms and legs flopping, tiredness washing over him.
He opened his eyes to see Ianto in the doorway. Ianto took a long look at this picture of Jack - mussed, sleepy, relaxed.
Returning his gaze, Jack grinned delightedly; he'd done it.
foravon_09 My first jack/ianto.
They're only short and they're all completely fluffy (and not betaed). But sometimes that's just how it's got to be.
And then, I thought I'd dedicate them to some of my friends who have recently helped inspire me.
So here we go,
ten/rose
When he enfolds her in a warm, ecstatic, doctor-like hug, she buries her nose in his shirt, feeling soft material, breathing in his scent. Within the warm expanse of his coat, she snakes her hands around his waist to hold him close. She feels a familiar rush - excitement, happiness, love.
His arms are wrapped around her, she looks up and his smile is inches away. He traces her jaw with his fingertips, and she knows, for right then, that he’s truly happy.
They’re cuddling again; it doesn’t matter why.
for
goldy_dollar and her cuddle fixation.jack/gwen
He strides in through the door, and into her direct line of sight. Her expression is uncertain, as though she hasn’t quite decided whether to smile. He sees weary happiness, gratitude, acknowledgement. It's like she’s telling him something and asking a question at the same time.
He stops to stand and look at her. She’s spent the day following her heart and disobeying orders as she tried to help someone. Nearly getting killed.
Now she’s back, safe. It’s good to see her, pale, shaken, but alive. He tries to give her a stern look, Don’t do it again.
for
lookatmoiye7 about a scene from 1x08.jack/ianto
Jack wanted to make him smile. It was such a rare thing, to see him really smile. He slipped him a funny cartoon of Owen during a meeting; achieving a puzzled eyebrow quirk. He handed him a special blend hazelnut espresso from the café around the corner, earning him at first blank confusion and then a rather surprised thank you (sir). But no smile.
In the evening, Jack mused alone in his office. He hadn't given up. He ran a hand through his hair, pulled his braces off his shoulders, unbuttoned his shirt. He leaned wearily back in his chair and stretched, arms out behind him. He closed his eyes for a moment, his arms and legs flopping, tiredness washing over him.
He opened his eyes to see Ianto in the doorway. Ianto took a long look at this picture of Jack - mussed, sleepy, relaxed.
Returning his gaze, Jack grinned delightedly; he'd done it.
for
avon_09 My first jack/ianto. They're only short and they're all completely fluffy (and not betaed). But sometimes that's just how it's got to be.