Jack Harkness it seemed was an ideal alarm clock.
Without fail, every morning for the past two months now, Ianto had been woken up by soft groans and growls that reverberated through the cold bedroom air, an immediate low assault on his eardrums. The next feeling he would be greeted with would be a gentle, moist pressure against his neck, the
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Thanks for shari g!
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*does dances around the house*
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Just what I needed today. Thanks for the lovely read!
Great job ♥
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Lovely story.
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