(torchwood) Need
Dec. 31st, 2009 01:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellownedbkupTitle: Need
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Gwen/Ianto
Surprisingly, Jack is rarely in the middle of their attentions. He’s there occasionally—obviously Jack’s a man who thrills in being the object of affection—but nowhere near as much or as often as they imagined he’d be. Gwen tries to ask about it, from time to time, but gets distracted in the moment.
Like now, with the Hub humming around them like a secret, and Jack’s coat the only thing hung neatly at the closet. Gwen knows she should be asking Jack a myriad questions, not the least of which being about his propensity for hovering at the edge of their affections. But she can’t bring herself to broach the topic. Not now, with four hands tracing her curves, the secret child that could be, and by all rights should be, Rhys’, but is more likely to be Ianto’s or Jack’s instead. There’s guilt at knowing what she’s doing is a lie, worse even than her ill-fated affair with Owen.
But Jack seems so lonely, even when he seems happiest. More than once they’ve caught him in a quiet moment, coat curling around him like it’s alive while he stares out over the Plass. Ianto doesn’t know if he’s looking for answers or salvation or escape. He just knows that his age shows more often these days when Jack snaps just a little too readily, deprecating at the little joys Ianto finds in the way everyone assumes the two of them are an item.
Like Gwen would ever be left out. Like there was any real option other than to become each other’s… no one knows what to call it. After Tosh and Owen, there wasn’t any way they couldn’t become this unit, though, an efficient machine even at their worst.
Jack’s lying on his side, fingers running softly along where her arm meets Ianto’s, both crossed to hold the other just that much closer. Ianto presses kiss after kiss along the sweep of her neck, nuzzling in her hairline with soft murmurs of how good she feels. They’re being so careful, cradling her between them, but she wants nothing more than for Jack to be as forceful as he had been just after the loss of half their team.
“Please,” she breathes, grasping behind her to pull Jack in closer, hungry for his affection.
He ducks his head and moves closer, pressing a kiss like a benediction to the crown of her head. Ianto turns his face up for a kiss, following Jack’s sun like a flower. They need him, don’t know how to function without him. Gwen tries to put everything that he means to her, to them, into a kiss, not knowing the words for it. Ianto, too, struggles against her to share some similar desperation for Jack to keep them together. If there were a way to shuffle their positions so Jack could be in the center, they would.
Jack cups one palm to Ianto’s cheek, slowing his kisses until he can speak. “Look,” he whispers, gently nudging his gaze to Gwen. “See how she needs you,” he murmurs, urging them closer together. Ianto falls to her, focusing his attentions on all her weakest spots.
Gwen whimpers, unable to control herself even as Jack rubs the tip of his nose at the sensitive curve of her ear. “Look at our beautiful boy, Gwen. See how much he needs you.” Her hands curve into Ianto’s hair without a thought, urging him on and drawing him nearer to her unconsciously.
They don’t even notice Jack slipping from the bed to watch from a chair near the footboard, cast in shadows from the dimmed lamp above their heads. He needs them to be strong for each other, to be all the other needs. He can’t stay their glue for much longer.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Gwen/Ianto
Surprisingly, Jack is rarely in the middle of their attentions. He’s there occasionally—obviously Jack’s a man who thrills in being the object of affection—but nowhere near as much or as often as they imagined he’d be. Gwen tries to ask about it, from time to time, but gets distracted in the moment.
Like now, with the Hub humming around them like a secret, and Jack’s coat the only thing hung neatly at the closet. Gwen knows she should be asking Jack a myriad questions, not the least of which being about his propensity for hovering at the edge of their affections. But she can’t bring herself to broach the topic. Not now, with four hands tracing her curves, the secret child that could be, and by all rights should be, Rhys’, but is more likely to be Ianto’s or Jack’s instead. There’s guilt at knowing what she’s doing is a lie, worse even than her ill-fated affair with Owen.
But Jack seems so lonely, even when he seems happiest. More than once they’ve caught him in a quiet moment, coat curling around him like it’s alive while he stares out over the Plass. Ianto doesn’t know if he’s looking for answers or salvation or escape. He just knows that his age shows more often these days when Jack snaps just a little too readily, deprecating at the little joys Ianto finds in the way everyone assumes the two of them are an item.
Like Gwen would ever be left out. Like there was any real option other than to become each other’s… no one knows what to call it. After Tosh and Owen, there wasn’t any way they couldn’t become this unit, though, an efficient machine even at their worst.
Jack’s lying on his side, fingers running softly along where her arm meets Ianto’s, both crossed to hold the other just that much closer. Ianto presses kiss after kiss along the sweep of her neck, nuzzling in her hairline with soft murmurs of how good she feels. They’re being so careful, cradling her between them, but she wants nothing more than for Jack to be as forceful as he had been just after the loss of half their team.
“Please,” she breathes, grasping behind her to pull Jack in closer, hungry for his affection.
He ducks his head and moves closer, pressing a kiss like a benediction to the crown of her head. Ianto turns his face up for a kiss, following Jack’s sun like a flower. They need him, don’t know how to function without him. Gwen tries to put everything that he means to her, to them, into a kiss, not knowing the words for it. Ianto, too, struggles against her to share some similar desperation for Jack to keep them together. If there were a way to shuffle their positions so Jack could be in the center, they would.
Jack cups one palm to Ianto’s cheek, slowing his kisses until he can speak. “Look,” he whispers, gently nudging his gaze to Gwen. “See how she needs you,” he murmurs, urging them closer together. Ianto falls to her, focusing his attentions on all her weakest spots.
Gwen whimpers, unable to control herself even as Jack rubs the tip of his nose at the sensitive curve of her ear. “Look at our beautiful boy, Gwen. See how much he needs you.” Her hands curve into Ianto’s hair without a thought, urging him on and drawing him nearer to her unconsciously.
They don’t even notice Jack slipping from the bed to watch from a chair near the footboard, cast in shadows from the dimmed lamp above their heads. He needs them to be strong for each other, to be all the other needs. He can’t stay their glue for much longer.
