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donutsweeper) wrote2008-11-10 11:39 pm
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Promises Fulfilled
Title: Promises Fulfilled, The Clothing Series Postscript Addendum
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack/Ianto, rated NC-17
Word Count: 100
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Summary: When Jack ruined Ianto's shirt while undressing him with his hands tied behind his back Ianto demanded restitution, Jack was more than happy to comply.
Author's Note: Ninth in the series, following Restitution. Written for
mad_jaks
Jack, you, I, guh.” By now, eloquence was no longer something Ianto was able to maintain. Naked, his clothes still strewn about as a result of Jack’s ministration, he slipped off the couch to the floor and closed his eyes.
From somewhere above him Jack chuckled. “I think that this constitutes fulfilling my promise.”
“Hmm?”
“Proper restitution for ripping your shirt when I undressed you with my hands tied behind my back.”
“Mmm,” Ianto managed before Jack began stroking his face. Stroking? He cracked open an eye. “Wha?”
Jack shrugged. “Didn’t promise to keep them there all night, did I?”
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack/Ianto, rated NC-17
Word Count: 100
Beta:
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Summary: When Jack ruined Ianto's shirt while undressing him with his hands tied behind his back Ianto demanded restitution, Jack was more than happy to comply.
Author's Note: Ninth in the series, following Restitution. Written for
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Jack, you, I, guh.” By now, eloquence was no longer something Ianto was able to maintain. Naked, his clothes still strewn about as a result of Jack’s ministration, he slipped off the couch to the floor and closed his eyes.
From somewhere above him Jack chuckled. “I think that this constitutes fulfilling my promise.”
“Hmm?”
“Proper restitution for ripping your shirt when I undressed you with my hands tied behind my back.”
“Mmm,” Ianto managed before Jack began stroking his face. Stroking? He cracked open an eye. “Wha?”
Jack shrugged. “Didn’t promise to keep them there all night, did I?”