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The call happened while Ianto was buried under the alarming mauve duvet and one of Jack’s arms, and possibly one of his legs, as well. The trill of the phone was distant, at first, muffled by the squishy pillow surrounding his head - then Torchwood-borne instinct kicked in and the noise melded from mere annoyance into a cohesive alert. He groped ( Read more... )
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The phone was ringing and it was mauve. Jack reeled for just a minute at the alarming color permeating his vision, then forced his eyes closed against the sudden, ingrained response to do something along the lines of panic. There was movement beside him and the ringing stopped, followed by groggy Welsh - a language he understood by virtue of the fact that he'd lived in Wales for so many years, but had long given up speaking due to never adequately being able to get his tongue around all those consonants. A sad state he apparently attempted to make up for by getting his tongue around various parts of his Welsh lover's anatomy at every possible opportunity ( ... )
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Ianto glanced up at the house, checking for signs of movement. They knew he was coming, that he was bringing a friend, and anyone walking past the large picture window in the lounge was likely to see his car sitting on the curb (not that it was the one he'd had the last time he came home). Not too much more time to linger, but he did dare to lean across the center console and catch Jack's lips in a kiss. "I'm not worried about that," he said, "so much as - well, I just hope they don't bore you to death ... and that you don't regret coming with me ( ... )
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What Jack did regret, only a few moments later, was not actually broaching the subject of their relationship status with regards to Ianto's family. He understood a lot about the Joneses from the mostly one-sided conversation held in the car on the drive in, but he'd not actually heard much on the subject of - well, it was the early twenty-first century and people hadn't learned to stop worrying about sex and love yet, Jack was entirely aware of certain stigmas placed on certain (as the century coined it) 'lifestyles,' and it was just a kind of really horrible gray area. He wasn't usually one to leave questions unasked, but he was almost not entirely sure he ( ... )
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Ianto staggered back under the weight of his sister because, although she was rail thin, what mass she did carry was solid muscle. He grunted as she hugged him a little more tightly than was entirely necessary, returned the embrace with a light squeeze of his own. It was good to see her again - she was taller than he remembered, although not much different, otherwise. When she finally let go of him, he shot Jack a helpless look. "My sister. She's in training to be the first girl to join the Black-and-Ambers."
Come to notice, she was wearing a very horrible yellow and black striped shirt, with a pair of yellow shorts - albeit a little (or a lot) shorter than was strictly regulation. The girl disentangled herself from her brother and stepped back, wheeling around to face their new visitor with hands on her hips. "And who do we have here, now?"
"This is Jack," Ianto supplied, wanting to get a proper introduction in. "Jack Harkness, meet my sister, Winnifred Jones."
"Fred," she corrected brusquely, giving her older brother a ( ... )
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