Timelord!Ianto: Permanence 4
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galadriel1010Title: Trials of a Timelord
Chapter Title: Creating Permanence 4
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Honeymoon
Rating: T
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto seek to create permanence in their relationship
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Contains: Not-erotic massage
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
I've not replied to comments for a while, but it's because I'm spending as much time writing as I can. I hope to get them all replied to tomorrow or... some time this week, anyway.
Ianto stroked his fingers through Jack's damp hair and shifted him until he was more comfortable tucked against Ianto's side. They were both damp and warm from a shower, and Ianto was sore with pleasant aches that throbbed through him with every movement and reminded him of the hours they'd spent exploring each other the night before. It had been very one sided and, whilst Ianto would never complain about being the focus of such intimate and passionate attention, he looked forwards to persuading Jack that it would be better the other way around.
He rubbed his other hand against Jack's stomach and smiled into his hair when Jack hummed his contentment and snuggled closer. Neither of them was likely to do more than doze, but the chance to spend the night wrapped in each other's arms, skin to skin without fear of interruptions, was too precious to waste.
The sky was starting to lighten when Jack moved again, and Ianto realised that they had both drifted off. He smiled up at Jack, who sat up to lean over him, and trailed a hand down his chest. “Good morning. Just about.”
“I hope that's the fact that it's morning that you're casting doubt on,” Jack teased him. He bent down to kiss him again and nuzzled his cheek softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Lethargic, comfortable... slightly sore and achy, but happily so.” He cupped Jack's face and rubbed at his temples with his thumbs. “You?”
“On top of the world.” His smile was slow and intimate, and Ianto just had to reach up and kiss it. When he pulled back, Jack ran a hand down from his shoulder to his hip, drumming his fingers as he went. “Where are you sore?”
“I'm not...” he trailed off at Jack's stern expression and sighed. “Vaguely from neck to knees, but it doesn't hurt.”
Jack patted his thigh and pushed at it. “Roll over, then. I'll be right back.”
He raised his head to watch Jack disappear into the en suite, then did what he was told with a grunt when his muscles resisted. Jack was back a moment later, running a hand over his back in circles and bending to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Just relax,” he whispered against Ianto's skin. “We have hours before breakfast.”
Ianto did as he was told, and soon Jack's hands were sliding over his skin, thumbs digging into muscles to loosen tight knots whilst his palms swept in firm lines and eased the aches. There was something on Jack's hands, and when he picked the tube up to get more before starting on the small of Ianto's back he recognised it as the bottle of body lotion from the bathroom, softly scented with oils that were supposed to relax and soothe. They were doing their job, although Jack's hands were doing most of the work, and Ianto was soon moaning in pleasure into the pillow, and when Jack finished he was more relaxed and sated than he'd ever felt before.
Soft lips brushed against the back of his thigh, and then Jack was crawling up the bed beside him and pulling him up into his arms. He groaned and buried his face in Jack's neck, settling into his embrace comfortably. “Magic hands,” he muttered when Jack laughed. “You can do that any time you like.”
“If I'd known this was what I needed to do to get a puddle of Ianto I would have tried it last night.” One hand drifted across Ianto's shoulders and the other held him close to Jack's chest. “What's the Rift like today?”
He licked his finger and stuck it in the air. “Quiet. It's negative, if anything.” Jack sighed and Ianto curled even closer to him. “Are we going to skive?”
Jack chuckled and looked down at him. “It's a shame you can't do a weather forecast like that.” He sat up, dislodging Ianto and swung himself out of bed so he could pad across to the window and throw back the curtains. “Cold, grey, damp... come to the beach with me?”
“Two days off in a row?”
“Call it a honeymoon.” He came back to the bed and crawled up it until he was braced over Ianto and nuzzling his cheek. “The boss has given us the day off.”
“That was nice of him. Does he have any idea of what he'd like us to do with our day?”
Jack rolled to the side and trailed his hand across Ianto's stomach lazily. “I want to show you a tradition from my home. To marry you in a way my parents would have understood.”
Newgale Beach was deserted but for a lone dog walker near the next carpark down when they got there. The wind was strong and cold, and once again Jack wrapped his coat around Ianto's shoulders and fastened him into it. He tucked their joined hands into one of the enormous pockets and they slid down the dunes onto the expanse of smooth sand, then left a trail of footprints down to the tideline.
“I grew up on the shore,” Jack told him abruptly. “We were a tiny community, miles from the nearest city, and no one could afford to go to the city to register their habitation, so we didn't bother. But to acknowledge it and celebrate it, we turned to the sea.”
He bent and picked a stick up from the flotsam that marked the high water point and carried on to halfway between it and the incoming tide. “The couple would write their names in the sand, and their family would sign it to recognise it. That's how it started, anyway. By the time I was born everyone in the settlement signed it. Mind you...” He crouched and started writing a name in an angular, regular script. “Everyone in the settlement was related to everyone else, by that point.”
“That's your name,” Ianto stated when he realised. “In your home language?”
“Yes, well I don't...” Jack trailed off and finished what he was writing with a sharp flourish, then stood up again and passed the stick to Ianto. “I don't remember my real name. It's so long ago...” he shook himself and tucked his hands into his trouser pockets. “So that's Jack Harkness in Boeshane Script.”
Ianto closed his fingers around the stick and swallowed. He crouched and started forming the round symbols of the Gallifreyan language underneath Jack's name. “Time Lords choose our own names when we graduate. Some cultures believe in true names. We believe that the true name is the one we know ourselves by.” After a moment's consideration, he added the Gallifreyan symbol for 'married' to the end of it and then stood up, knowing that when he leant back Jack would be there to lean against. “And then the tide takes it away?”
“It does, but do you know what happens to the sand on the beach when the tide comes in?” Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and rested his chin on his shoulder. “The tide carries it down the coast. It's still there, but not visible any more. A marriage ceremony lasts a day and then it's gone, but the marriage lasts a lifetime.”
Next chapter
Chapter Title: Creating Permanence 4
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo
Prompt: Honeymoon
Rating: T
Dedication:
Summary: Jack and Ianto seek to create permanence in their relationship
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Contains: Not-erotic massage
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
I've not replied to comments for a while, but it's because I'm spending as much time writing as I can. I hope to get them all replied to tomorrow or... some time this week, anyway.
Ianto stroked his fingers through Jack's damp hair and shifted him until he was more comfortable tucked against Ianto's side. They were both damp and warm from a shower, and Ianto was sore with pleasant aches that throbbed through him with every movement and reminded him of the hours they'd spent exploring each other the night before. It had been very one sided and, whilst Ianto would never complain about being the focus of such intimate and passionate attention, he looked forwards to persuading Jack that it would be better the other way around.
He rubbed his other hand against Jack's stomach and smiled into his hair when Jack hummed his contentment and snuggled closer. Neither of them was likely to do more than doze, but the chance to spend the night wrapped in each other's arms, skin to skin without fear of interruptions, was too precious to waste.
The sky was starting to lighten when Jack moved again, and Ianto realised that they had both drifted off. He smiled up at Jack, who sat up to lean over him, and trailed a hand down his chest. “Good morning. Just about.”
“I hope that's the fact that it's morning that you're casting doubt on,” Jack teased him. He bent down to kiss him again and nuzzled his cheek softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Lethargic, comfortable... slightly sore and achy, but happily so.” He cupped Jack's face and rubbed at his temples with his thumbs. “You?”
“On top of the world.” His smile was slow and intimate, and Ianto just had to reach up and kiss it. When he pulled back, Jack ran a hand down from his shoulder to his hip, drumming his fingers as he went. “Where are you sore?”
“I'm not...” he trailed off at Jack's stern expression and sighed. “Vaguely from neck to knees, but it doesn't hurt.”
Jack patted his thigh and pushed at it. “Roll over, then. I'll be right back.”
He raised his head to watch Jack disappear into the en suite, then did what he was told with a grunt when his muscles resisted. Jack was back a moment later, running a hand over his back in circles and bending to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Just relax,” he whispered against Ianto's skin. “We have hours before breakfast.”
Ianto did as he was told, and soon Jack's hands were sliding over his skin, thumbs digging into muscles to loosen tight knots whilst his palms swept in firm lines and eased the aches. There was something on Jack's hands, and when he picked the tube up to get more before starting on the small of Ianto's back he recognised it as the bottle of body lotion from the bathroom, softly scented with oils that were supposed to relax and soothe. They were doing their job, although Jack's hands were doing most of the work, and Ianto was soon moaning in pleasure into the pillow, and when Jack finished he was more relaxed and sated than he'd ever felt before.
Soft lips brushed against the back of his thigh, and then Jack was crawling up the bed beside him and pulling him up into his arms. He groaned and buried his face in Jack's neck, settling into his embrace comfortably. “Magic hands,” he muttered when Jack laughed. “You can do that any time you like.”
“If I'd known this was what I needed to do to get a puddle of Ianto I would have tried it last night.” One hand drifted across Ianto's shoulders and the other held him close to Jack's chest. “What's the Rift like today?”
He licked his finger and stuck it in the air. “Quiet. It's negative, if anything.” Jack sighed and Ianto curled even closer to him. “Are we going to skive?”
Jack chuckled and looked down at him. “It's a shame you can't do a weather forecast like that.” He sat up, dislodging Ianto and swung himself out of bed so he could pad across to the window and throw back the curtains. “Cold, grey, damp... come to the beach with me?”
“Two days off in a row?”
“Call it a honeymoon.” He came back to the bed and crawled up it until he was braced over Ianto and nuzzling his cheek. “The boss has given us the day off.”
“That was nice of him. Does he have any idea of what he'd like us to do with our day?”
Jack rolled to the side and trailed his hand across Ianto's stomach lazily. “I want to show you a tradition from my home. To marry you in a way my parents would have understood.”
Newgale Beach was deserted but for a lone dog walker near the next carpark down when they got there. The wind was strong and cold, and once again Jack wrapped his coat around Ianto's shoulders and fastened him into it. He tucked their joined hands into one of the enormous pockets and they slid down the dunes onto the expanse of smooth sand, then left a trail of footprints down to the tideline.
“I grew up on the shore,” Jack told him abruptly. “We were a tiny community, miles from the nearest city, and no one could afford to go to the city to register their habitation, so we didn't bother. But to acknowledge it and celebrate it, we turned to the sea.”
He bent and picked a stick up from the flotsam that marked the high water point and carried on to halfway between it and the incoming tide. “The couple would write their names in the sand, and their family would sign it to recognise it. That's how it started, anyway. By the time I was born everyone in the settlement signed it. Mind you...” He crouched and started writing a name in an angular, regular script. “Everyone in the settlement was related to everyone else, by that point.”
“That's your name,” Ianto stated when he realised. “In your home language?”
“Yes, well I don't...” Jack trailed off and finished what he was writing with a sharp flourish, then stood up again and passed the stick to Ianto. “I don't remember my real name. It's so long ago...” he shook himself and tucked his hands into his trouser pockets. “So that's Jack Harkness in Boeshane Script.”
Ianto closed his fingers around the stick and swallowed. He crouched and started forming the round symbols of the Gallifreyan language underneath Jack's name. “Time Lords choose our own names when we graduate. Some cultures believe in true names. We believe that the true name is the one we know ourselves by.” After a moment's consideration, he added the Gallifreyan symbol for 'married' to the end of it and then stood up, knowing that when he leant back Jack would be there to lean against. “And then the tide takes it away?”
“It does, but do you know what happens to the sand on the beach when the tide comes in?” Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and rested his chin on his shoulder. “The tide carries it down the coast. It's still there, but not visible any more. A marriage ceremony lasts a day and then it's gone, but the marriage lasts a lifetime.”
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Date: 2011-08-17 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-11 10:13 pm (UTC)Gxxx
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Date: 2011-08-17 06:42 am (UTC)The ceremony is very romantic. It was a nice gesture to include something from Jack's home.
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Date: 2011-09-11 10:16 pm (UTC)Gxxx
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Date: 2011-08-17 10:24 am (UTC)As for the Boeshane ceremony...just loved that. *sighs*
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Date: 2011-09-11 10:17 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you liked the Boeshane ceremony :)
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