Torchwood - fic and art - In the Mood, Jack/Estelle, PG
Title - In the Mood
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Pairing - Jack/Estelle
Length - 950 words
Summary - Sequel to Come away, O human child; Jack takes Estelle dancing
Spoilers - 1.5 Small Worlds
Disclaimer - none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Thanks to teresadivicenzo for the songs to match the dances :)
In the Mood
by Laura
Jack drives Estelle home. The following morning, he arrives on her doorstep, brandishing a credit card.
“What are we doing?” she asks, letting Jack into her home, and closing the front door behind him.
“Going clothes shopping,” he tells her. Grinning, he plants a small kiss on her lips. “You’re having a new dress, if I’m taking you dancing...”
“Jack?” she prompts him, as he’s now looked away from her, and doesn’t seem to have finished his thought.
“We kinda missed out on that bit, originally, darling.” He returns his gaze to hers, and she can see there’s a bittersweet smile on his face.
They did, he’s right. There never seemed to be time, and then choice was limited, anyway. “Well, let’s go and make up for it now, then,” she says, all matter of fact, smiling.
“Yeah.” Jack’s smile is a little happier.
Estelle collects her handbag and they head off.
***
Jack takes her to a designer shop, where Estelle finds a beautiful purple silk dress. She tries it on, but doesn’t let him see her in it, despite his protests.
“Just wait and see,” she says, holding the dress over her arm. “It’ll be a pleasant surprise.”
“Tease,” he mutters, smiling down at her. “Oh, alright, I’ll wait. C’mon, let’s go pay.”
***
“Are you taking me dancing in your...uniform?” Estelle asks, as they leave the shop.
“I was gonna buy myself a suit, some kinda expensive Italian fabric, but...” Jack looks down at her, a wicked little grin on his lips.
“No!” she protests. “That sounds perfect.”
“C’mon, then,” he says, as they head off to another shop.
Where Jack does of course feed Estelle’s lines back to her.
***
He takes her home. They share a quick kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you later, Estelle,” he says. “Pick you up at eight?”
“Eight it is, Jack.”
When he’s gone, she leans against her front door for a couple of minutes, sighing, thinking. There’s something in those kisses, like there was in that incredible warmth she’d felt when she’d regained consciousness, to find him leaning over her.
Is he going to tell her what it is?
No, she’s going to have to drag it out of him, despite his promise that he would tell her everything.
He’s lucky she loves him.
***
That evening, after dinner, Estelle puts on the new dress and her black shoes with the small heel. She adds a little make-up, and her silver jewellery. As she’s finishing up, the doorbell goes. Collecting her handbag, she then opens her front door, where she’s greeted by a very handsome sight.
“This do, darling?” Jack says, grinning at her, stretching his arms out at his sides.
He’s wearing his new suit, with a white shirt, open at the neck and the ever-present RAF greatcoat.
“I think so,” she replies, walking outside and closing the door.
“Looking good,” Jack compliments her, accompanied by a wink. He offers her his arm. Estelle takes it, and they walk to the hall holding the dance.
***
There’s a full swing band in the hall, playing Duke Ellington’s Take the ‘A’ Train, and era appropriate microphones. The girl who’s clearly singing, but isn’t currently on stage, is wearing a 1940s style dress, too. There are all sorts of people at the dance; from those who are her age, all the way down to people in their twenties.
“It’s beautiful!” Jack says, when they find a table. Estelle takes charge of their coats while he goes to the bar. He returns with a couple of lemonades, at which point the singer returns to the stage and announces a quickstep, to Cole Porter’s Just One Of Those Things.
Estelle manages one sip of her lemonade before Jack pulls her onto the dancefloor. “Jack!” she half-scolds.
“Yes?” he grins.
Estelle just smiles, shakes her head and rolls her eyes at him, falling into the rhythm of the dance, listening to the singer and the band.
It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
It was one of those things
***
Later, they dance a jitterbug to Cab Calloway’s The Jumping Jive. Jack was always an expert at spinning her around and around in a jive, so they dance a couple of them, grinning madly at each other, to Duke Ellington’s It Don’t Mean A Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing and Glenn Miller’s In the Mood.
The last dance of the night is a waltz, to another Miller tune, Moonlight Serenade. Jack holds her close, and it could easily be 1941. Estelle almost can’t believe this is happening, that they’ve been given this second chance.
Fate’s been very kind to them.
***
Jack walks her home. On her doorstep, they share an old-fashioned goodbye kiss.
Well.
Almost.
It turns into a French kiss, making her gasp. The something then becomes very much an actual thing. Estelle feels rather light-headed, and more than a little hot.
“What is that?” she manages to ask, when they finally separate for air.
“What’s what?” he evades.
“You know exactly what, Jack. That pleasant...warmth, when we’re kissing.”
“It’s me,” he says. “Me and my surplus of life.” Then his face falls.
“Jack?”
“Hey, we’re not ending this on a down note,” he replies, brightening, giving her another chaste little kiss. “’Night, Estelle.”
“Goodnight, Jack.” She unlocks her front door. Jack salutes her and leaves. Smiling, Estelle goes inside, leans against the door and sighs.
They don’t have all that long a road in front of them, and she would make sure that Jack did indeed keep his promise to tell her everything, before this unexpected little journey came to an end.
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
Teaspoon
Author - laurab1
Rating - PG
Pairing - Jack/Estelle
Length - 950 words
Summary - Sequel to Come away, O human child; Jack takes Estelle dancing
Spoilers - 1.5 Small Worlds
Disclaimer - none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Thanks to teresadivicenzo for the songs to match the dances :)
In the Mood
by Laura
Jack drives Estelle home. The following morning, he arrives on her doorstep, brandishing a credit card.
“What are we doing?” she asks, letting Jack into her home, and closing the front door behind him.
“Going clothes shopping,” he tells her. Grinning, he plants a small kiss on her lips. “You’re having a new dress, if I’m taking you dancing...”
“Jack?” she prompts him, as he’s now looked away from her, and doesn’t seem to have finished his thought.
“We kinda missed out on that bit, originally, darling.” He returns his gaze to hers, and she can see there’s a bittersweet smile on his face.
They did, he’s right. There never seemed to be time, and then choice was limited, anyway. “Well, let’s go and make up for it now, then,” she says, all matter of fact, smiling.
“Yeah.” Jack’s smile is a little happier.
Estelle collects her handbag and they head off.
***
Jack takes her to a designer shop, where Estelle finds a beautiful purple silk dress. She tries it on, but doesn’t let him see her in it, despite his protests.
“Just wait and see,” she says, holding the dress over her arm. “It’ll be a pleasant surprise.”
“Tease,” he mutters, smiling down at her. “Oh, alright, I’ll wait. C’mon, let’s go pay.”
***
“Are you taking me dancing in your...uniform?” Estelle asks, as they leave the shop.
“I was gonna buy myself a suit, some kinda expensive Italian fabric, but...” Jack looks down at her, a wicked little grin on his lips.
“No!” she protests. “That sounds perfect.”
“C’mon, then,” he says, as they head off to another shop.
Where Jack does of course feed Estelle’s lines back to her.
***
He takes her home. They share a quick kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you later, Estelle,” he says. “Pick you up at eight?”
“Eight it is, Jack.”
When he’s gone, she leans against her front door for a couple of minutes, sighing, thinking. There’s something in those kisses, like there was in that incredible warmth she’d felt when she’d regained consciousness, to find him leaning over her.
Is he going to tell her what it is?
No, she’s going to have to drag it out of him, despite his promise that he would tell her everything.
He’s lucky she loves him.
***
That evening, after dinner, Estelle puts on the new dress and her black shoes with the small heel. She adds a little make-up, and her silver jewellery. As she’s finishing up, the doorbell goes. Collecting her handbag, she then opens her front door, where she’s greeted by a very handsome sight.
“This do, darling?” Jack says, grinning at her, stretching his arms out at his sides.
He’s wearing his new suit, with a white shirt, open at the neck and the ever-present RAF greatcoat.
“I think so,” she replies, walking outside and closing the door.
“Looking good,” Jack compliments her, accompanied by a wink. He offers her his arm. Estelle takes it, and they walk to the hall holding the dance.
***
There’s a full swing band in the hall, playing Duke Ellington’s Take the ‘A’ Train, and era appropriate microphones. The girl who’s clearly singing, but isn’t currently on stage, is wearing a 1940s style dress, too. There are all sorts of people at the dance; from those who are her age, all the way down to people in their twenties.
“It’s beautiful!” Jack says, when they find a table. Estelle takes charge of their coats while he goes to the bar. He returns with a couple of lemonades, at which point the singer returns to the stage and announces a quickstep, to Cole Porter’s Just One Of Those Things.
Estelle manages one sip of her lemonade before Jack pulls her onto the dancefloor. “Jack!” she half-scolds.
“Yes?” he grins.
Estelle just smiles, shakes her head and rolls her eyes at him, falling into the rhythm of the dance, listening to the singer and the band.
It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
It was one of those things
***
Later, they dance a jitterbug to Cab Calloway’s The Jumping Jive. Jack was always an expert at spinning her around and around in a jive, so they dance a couple of them, grinning madly at each other, to Duke Ellington’s It Don’t Mean A Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing and Glenn Miller’s In the Mood.
The last dance of the night is a waltz, to another Miller tune, Moonlight Serenade. Jack holds her close, and it could easily be 1941. Estelle almost can’t believe this is happening, that they’ve been given this second chance.
Fate’s been very kind to them.
***
Jack walks her home. On her doorstep, they share an old-fashioned goodbye kiss.
Well.
Almost.
It turns into a French kiss, making her gasp. The something then becomes very much an actual thing. Estelle feels rather light-headed, and more than a little hot.
“What is that?” she manages to ask, when they finally separate for air.
“What’s what?” he evades.
“You know exactly what, Jack. That pleasant...warmth, when we’re kissing.”
“It’s me,” he says. “Me and my surplus of life.” Then his face falls.
“Jack?”
“Hey, we’re not ending this on a down note,” he replies, brightening, giving her another chaste little kiss. “’Night, Estelle.”
“Goodnight, Jack.” She unlocks her front door. Jack salutes her and leaves. Smiling, Estelle goes inside, leans against the door and sighs.
They don’t have all that long a road in front of them, and she would make sure that Jack did indeed keep his promise to tell her everything, before this unexpected little journey came to an end.
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
Teaspoon