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51stcenturyfoxThis Torchwood drabble is random and wrong, but I had crack for lunch. And some shrimp. I hope it wasn't tainted.
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Packing up Toshiko's books, Jack began to cry. "The Dominant's Manual? Leathersex? If only I had known!"
He collapsed to the floor weeping at the memory of the fleeting glances, the missed opportunities, the boots. Gwen knelt to comfort him, sweeping the Captain into her human arms and tenderly stroking his hair with her human fingers. She murmured comfortingly in Welsh as Ianto's gaze met hers.
Your Welsh is rusty, his blue eyes seemed to be saying, because if anyone's eyes could talk. Ianto's could. He could also fuck with his eyes, which was convenient for Jack in public places like Sainsburys.
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Date: 2009-01-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-02 11:19 pm (UTC)May be on to something here. The next time I write badfic that's not intentional, I'll blame it on unsafe shellfish.
"I... was feverish. I don't remember writing this."
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Date: 2009-01-02 11:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-03 09:50 pm (UTC)crack is good, this definitely was!
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Date: 2009-01-03 11:12 pm (UTC)