Fic- Sleeping Over
Title: Sleeping Over
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Teen - sexual references.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Jack enjoys sleeping with Ianto.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is a little micro fiction, just for cuteness. Comments please!
I don’t really know when it was we first started sleeping together. Can you remember? Probably. You always remember stuff. I’ve never been very good at remembering the dates of stuff. The months, the years, the decades just seem to happen.
It seems weird now to think of you not coming into my bed at night and staying with me all night. You don’t stay every single night, just most of them. I like having you here. I like how warm you are, how soft your bare skin is, how natural it feels to turn with you as we sleep side by side.
I watch you. I like to watch you in your sleep. Your face evens out when you sleep and you lose those little stress wrinkles on your brow. You look at least five years younger when you sleep.
You open one eye and smirk at me. “Are you perving on me while I’m sleeping, Jack?”
I put on an injured expression. “Ianto, I’m shocked. I was gazing adoringly at your face.”
You blush at the word ‘adoringly’. You always blush when I use any word connected with or, God forbid, the actual word ‘love’. I don’t understand that about you.
You shrug and don’t reply. You turn on your side, press your head to the pillow and sigh. I shuffle down so I can see into your face. You’re still blushing. If possible, it makes you even more beautiful.
I keep these thoughts to myself. It easy to love you inside my own head. To say these things out loud, to your face, is unthinkable.
You frown at me. “What?”
I shrug. “Just looking at you.” I snuggle up to you and put my arms around you. You rest your head on my shoulder and sigh contentedly.
“Hey, Ianto,” I say after a few moments of shared silence. “When did we first start sleeping together? I mean, in the same bed. When did you first start sleeping over?”
“May 15th last year.”
I pull back and look at you in amazement. “You remember everything, don’t you?”
You shrug. “Photographic memory.” You look away and I see a frown creep into your face. “A gift and a curse.”
I tug you into my arms. “I know all about those.” I press my face into the warmth of your shoulder. You hold me in return. Skin to skin. Warmth to warmth. Me to you.
I nuzzle into you. Being here with me, you bring me so much. You’re soft and warm and solid in my arms and you are a gift to me. What would I do without you?
You settle into my embrace and I hold you as I feel you drift off to sleep. Only when you are in a deep and peaceful sleep do I let myself fall asleep, still holding you.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Ratings: Teen - sexual references.
Spoilers: Nothing major.
Summary: Jack enjoys sleeping with Ianto.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is a little micro fiction, just for cuteness. Comments please!
I don’t really know when it was we first started sleeping together. Can you remember? Probably. You always remember stuff. I’ve never been very good at remembering the dates of stuff. The months, the years, the decades just seem to happen.
It seems weird now to think of you not coming into my bed at night and staying with me all night. You don’t stay every single night, just most of them. I like having you here. I like how warm you are, how soft your bare skin is, how natural it feels to turn with you as we sleep side by side.
I watch you. I like to watch you in your sleep. Your face evens out when you sleep and you lose those little stress wrinkles on your brow. You look at least five years younger when you sleep.
You open one eye and smirk at me. “Are you perving on me while I’m sleeping, Jack?”
I put on an injured expression. “Ianto, I’m shocked. I was gazing adoringly at your face.”
You blush at the word ‘adoringly’. You always blush when I use any word connected with or, God forbid, the actual word ‘love’. I don’t understand that about you.
You shrug and don’t reply. You turn on your side, press your head to the pillow and sigh. I shuffle down so I can see into your face. You’re still blushing. If possible, it makes you even more beautiful.
I keep these thoughts to myself. It easy to love you inside my own head. To say these things out loud, to your face, is unthinkable.
You frown at me. “What?”
I shrug. “Just looking at you.” I snuggle up to you and put my arms around you. You rest your head on my shoulder and sigh contentedly.
“Hey, Ianto,” I say after a few moments of shared silence. “When did we first start sleeping together? I mean, in the same bed. When did you first start sleeping over?”
“May 15th last year.”
I pull back and look at you in amazement. “You remember everything, don’t you?”
You shrug. “Photographic memory.” You look away and I see a frown creep into your face. “A gift and a curse.”
I tug you into my arms. “I know all about those.” I press my face into the warmth of your shoulder. You hold me in return. Skin to skin. Warmth to warmth. Me to you.
I nuzzle into you. Being here with me, you bring me so much. You’re soft and warm and solid in my arms and you are a gift to me. What would I do without you?
You settle into my embrace and I hold you as I feel you drift off to sleep. Only when you are in a deep and peaceful sleep do I let myself fall asleep, still holding you.