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WRITERS BLOCK MUCH!! GGRRRR!!
WTF has Children Of Earth & The End of Time done to my imagination? Oh yeah thats right, it killed anything remotely good...
Ianto snuggled closer to Jacks chest. It was time to get up but they were too comfortable to move. After some time and some gentle encouragement from Jack, Ianto slowly sat up amazed at the cool air around his shoulders. He climbed out of bed and walked into Jack’s shower room.
When Jack could see the steam coming from the shower he walked in to join Ianto.
“Morning Jack”
“Morning Hun” Ianto hated the pet names but Jack only used them while the two where alone.
~~~
“Hey Ianto look” Jack called from his computer, never removing his eyes from the screen to look at Ianto.
“What?”
“Look there is a story”
“And…”
“Its about us” Jack didn’t know Ianto read stories about them regularly.
“Its not very good” He had read better.
“Don’t be mean the author has writers block.” Jack definitely like this story.
~~~
Jack stepped out of the shower closely followed by Ianto. Ianto dressed in his suit and quickly combed his hair, as he was climbing up the ladder Jack was still doing his hair.
Ianto laughed at his vanity.
“You are so vain”
“I want to look good for when the team arrive.”
“Okay, anyway I’m going to make coffee, want some?”
“Duhh, silly question, obviously!”
Ianto giggled.
~~~
“Jack if you were writing a story about us, what would happen?”
“Well… Lets just say afterwards we would sleep for days.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“My story would have us going to Paris shopping and sharing candle lit meals.”
“Ianto is that something you would like to do?” Jack quite like that idea.
“Yeah, we would have so much fun.”
“I’ll order the plane tickets then.” Jack said with a big grin.
“What? No, we can’t leave the rift.”
“Chill Ianto I’ll call Martha for backup and ask her to mind the rift with a few of her soldiers while we’re gone.”
“Okay, I suppose”
WTF has Children Of Earth & The End of Time done to my imagination? Oh yeah thats right, it killed anything remotely good...
Ianto snuggled closer to Jacks chest. It was time to get up but they were too comfortable to move. After some time and some gentle encouragement from Jack, Ianto slowly sat up amazed at the cool air around his shoulders. He climbed out of bed and walked into Jack’s shower room.
When Jack could see the steam coming from the shower he walked in to join Ianto.
“Morning Jack”
“Morning Hun” Ianto hated the pet names but Jack only used them while the two where alone.
~~~
“Hey Ianto look” Jack called from his computer, never removing his eyes from the screen to look at Ianto.
“What?”
“Look there is a story”
“And…”
“Its about us” Jack didn’t know Ianto read stories about them regularly.
“Its not very good” He had read better.
“Don’t be mean the author has writers block.” Jack definitely like this story.
~~~
Jack stepped out of the shower closely followed by Ianto. Ianto dressed in his suit and quickly combed his hair, as he was climbing up the ladder Jack was still doing his hair.
Ianto laughed at his vanity.
“You are so vain”
“I want to look good for when the team arrive.”
“Okay, anyway I’m going to make coffee, want some?”
“Duhh, silly question, obviously!”
Ianto giggled.
~~~
“Jack if you were writing a story about us, what would happen?”
“Well… Lets just say afterwards we would sleep for days.” Jack wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“My story would have us going to Paris shopping and sharing candle lit meals.”
“Ianto is that something you would like to do?” Jack quite like that idea.
“Yeah, we would have so much fun.”
“I’ll order the plane tickets then.” Jack said with a big grin.
“What? No, we can’t leave the rift.”
“Chill Ianto I’ll call Martha for backup and ask her to mind the rift with a few of her soldiers while we’re gone.”
“Okay, I suppose”