The Aurora Line 11
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galadriel1010Title: The Aurora Line
Chapter Title: Take Me Home 4
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo - Card the second
Prompt: Heat
Rating: T
Dedication: For my mum, who will never read this but gave me inspiration by wittering on about series that ran before I was born
Summary: The Aurora Star Liner is one of the most luxurious liners in the Human Empire, crossing the spacelanes between New Earth and New Venus on a constant loop. For a boy from the outer colonies, she's not just a new life - she's a whole new world.
Characters: Jack (ish), Ianto (ish). Others when they choose to appear.
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto trailed his finger along the map, up the coast to his hometown. "We could get the train, I suppose. It's mostly underground through the mountains, but it'll get us there quickly."
"I can hear an 'or' coming along," Jack said.
"Or," Ianto continued with a grin he couldn't hide, "we could rent a car and take the coast road. It'll take us a couple of days."
"What a shame."
"Yeah. Two days with just the two of us, five hundred miles of coastline, frequent rosy beaches, and two sunsets over the sea to enjoy. However will we cope?" He sighed. "Train it is, then."
Jack laughed and strode towards the car rental desk, leaving Ianto to trail behind and stop at the information desk for a guidebook with a good map in it. When he caught up with Jack, his partner was looking gleefully smug, clutching keys in his hand and putting his card away. "Shall we collect the luggage, then?"
"Jack..." He rolled his eyes and followed him again. "Jack, what have you done?"
"It's a surprise." Jack paused for ianto to catch up, then reached out for his hand and tugged him along. "Where's luggage collection again?"
Ianto let Jack have his secrets and to delay him by insisting on getting lunch at a hotel within the spaceport. They shared a tasting platter of native Genesis dishes and hot chocolate, finished off by fruit flatbread dipped in honey. Jack's kiss was sticky sweet, and made up for him getting honey all over Ianto's shirt.
They collected their bags from the hotel's storage on their way out, and made their way through the spaceport to the car hire. Jack pushed the trolley with their bags, down to where a motorhome was waiting for collection. "Harkness," he called out to the steward waiting by the car. "Is this ours?"
"Yes sir." The steward stepped back from it. "Would you like some help with your bags?"
"I think we got it." Jack hauled the two bags into the back of the van and shut the door. "We'll sort them later."
Ianto wanted to roll his eyes and insist on sorting them out now so that they didn't go crashing around whilst they were driving, but the bright sun was visible outside the car park, and the distant glint of ocean waves beckoned. "Plenty of time later," he agreed.
X~X~X~X
Short cropped grass scattered with small star-shaped flowers sloped gently down into sand from the road. Sheep and rabbits grazed to either side of where they'd parked the van on the narrow strip of vegetation and behind them, up on the hills. Steep, dusky pink cliffs rose up to their left, coloured by the first golden light of sunset, and the high tide lapped at the rose-coloured sand. Ianto trailed his fingers through the sand and tipped his face back into the light. "Are you inventing wildly with mouldy cheese and bread that the last occupents forgot about?"
"Oh ye of little faith," Jack called out cheerfully. "All is organised."
True to his word, a few minutes later Ianto heard the van door slide closed and looked up to watch Jack approach with a tray, complete with a bottle of something sparkling and tall glasses. "Where did you buy that?"
Jack rolled his eyes but didn't bother pretending. "The clerk at the car hire recommended the hotel restaurant to me and told me that they would furnish us - that's why I wouldn't let you stop until we got there, so you had to go to the toilet at the hotel and leave me alone for a while."
"Crafty fox." Ianto leaned over and kissed him anyway. "And that's why you insisted on the tasting platter and took so bloody long over it."
"Maybe. Forgive me?"
"Never had to." He brushed his fingers against Jack's cheek and smiled. The weather was baking hot, lifted only slightly by the breeze off the ocean, and Jack had his shirt unbuttoned over his toned chest. Ianto trailed his hand further down, down to Jack's waist, grinning. "But you could make it up to me anyway."
"Later," Jack promised. "Inside, with the curtains closed - just in case."
Ianto let Jack strip him out of his shirt anyway, and they settled down again to eat the picnic they'd been provided with. Everything was familiar to Ianto, and a somewhat uncomfortable reminder that he was home. The sun beat down on them as the waves retreated, revealing miles of smooth, unblemished sand. Seabirds ducked and dived over the surf, and started adding their footprints to the blank canvas that had been created.
"It's beautiful," Jack breathed at last, with his glass hovering by his lips. The juice - non-alcoholic because he was driving - caught the dying light of the sun and scattered it across his face as golden sparks.
Ianto smiled, looking straight at him. "Yeah, it is."
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Chapter Title: Take Me Home 4
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo - Card the second
Prompt: Heat
Rating: T
Dedication: For my mum, who will never read this but gave me inspiration by wittering on about series that ran before I was born
Summary: The Aurora Star Liner is one of the most luxurious liners in the Human Empire, crossing the spacelanes between New Earth and New Venus on a constant loop. For a boy from the outer colonies, she's not just a new life - she's a whole new world.
Characters: Jack (ish), Ianto (ish). Others when they choose to appear.
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto trailed his finger along the map, up the coast to his hometown. "We could get the train, I suppose. It's mostly underground through the mountains, but it'll get us there quickly."
"I can hear an 'or' coming along," Jack said.
"Or," Ianto continued with a grin he couldn't hide, "we could rent a car and take the coast road. It'll take us a couple of days."
"What a shame."
"Yeah. Two days with just the two of us, five hundred miles of coastline, frequent rosy beaches, and two sunsets over the sea to enjoy. However will we cope?" He sighed. "Train it is, then."
Jack laughed and strode towards the car rental desk, leaving Ianto to trail behind and stop at the information desk for a guidebook with a good map in it. When he caught up with Jack, his partner was looking gleefully smug, clutching keys in his hand and putting his card away. "Shall we collect the luggage, then?"
"Jack..." He rolled his eyes and followed him again. "Jack, what have you done?"
"It's a surprise." Jack paused for ianto to catch up, then reached out for his hand and tugged him along. "Where's luggage collection again?"
Ianto let Jack have his secrets and to delay him by insisting on getting lunch at a hotel within the spaceport. They shared a tasting platter of native Genesis dishes and hot chocolate, finished off by fruit flatbread dipped in honey. Jack's kiss was sticky sweet, and made up for him getting honey all over Ianto's shirt.
They collected their bags from the hotel's storage on their way out, and made their way through the spaceport to the car hire. Jack pushed the trolley with their bags, down to where a motorhome was waiting for collection. "Harkness," he called out to the steward waiting by the car. "Is this ours?"
"Yes sir." The steward stepped back from it. "Would you like some help with your bags?"
"I think we got it." Jack hauled the two bags into the back of the van and shut the door. "We'll sort them later."
Ianto wanted to roll his eyes and insist on sorting them out now so that they didn't go crashing around whilst they were driving, but the bright sun was visible outside the car park, and the distant glint of ocean waves beckoned. "Plenty of time later," he agreed.
X~X~X~X
Short cropped grass scattered with small star-shaped flowers sloped gently down into sand from the road. Sheep and rabbits grazed to either side of where they'd parked the van on the narrow strip of vegetation and behind them, up on the hills. Steep, dusky pink cliffs rose up to their left, coloured by the first golden light of sunset, and the high tide lapped at the rose-coloured sand. Ianto trailed his fingers through the sand and tipped his face back into the light. "Are you inventing wildly with mouldy cheese and bread that the last occupents forgot about?"
"Oh ye of little faith," Jack called out cheerfully. "All is organised."
True to his word, a few minutes later Ianto heard the van door slide closed and looked up to watch Jack approach with a tray, complete with a bottle of something sparkling and tall glasses. "Where did you buy that?"
Jack rolled his eyes but didn't bother pretending. "The clerk at the car hire recommended the hotel restaurant to me and told me that they would furnish us - that's why I wouldn't let you stop until we got there, so you had to go to the toilet at the hotel and leave me alone for a while."
"Crafty fox." Ianto leaned over and kissed him anyway. "And that's why you insisted on the tasting platter and took so bloody long over it."
"Maybe. Forgive me?"
"Never had to." He brushed his fingers against Jack's cheek and smiled. The weather was baking hot, lifted only slightly by the breeze off the ocean, and Jack had his shirt unbuttoned over his toned chest. Ianto trailed his hand further down, down to Jack's waist, grinning. "But you could make it up to me anyway."
"Later," Jack promised. "Inside, with the curtains closed - just in case."
Ianto let Jack strip him out of his shirt anyway, and they settled down again to eat the picnic they'd been provided with. Everything was familiar to Ianto, and a somewhat uncomfortable reminder that he was home. The sun beat down on them as the waves retreated, revealing miles of smooth, unblemished sand. Seabirds ducked and dived over the surf, and started adding their footprints to the blank canvas that had been created.
"It's beautiful," Jack breathed at last, with his glass hovering by his lips. The juice - non-alcoholic because he was driving - caught the dying light of the sun and scattered it across his face as golden sparks.
Ianto smiled, looking straight at him. "Yeah, it is."
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