Torchwood - fic and art - Glenn Miller Still Suffices, 12/PG-13
This is a sequel to sam-storyteller aka copperbadge’s gorgeous, If We Haven't Got Nightingales, Glenn Miller Will Suffice, which he was kind enough to say I could write. Thank you, Sam :)
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Title - Glenn Miller Still Suffices
Author - laurab1
Rating - 12/PG-13
Pairing - Jack/Hub (Yes, really)
Length - 620 words
Summary - “I never expected to see you again,” he tells her, taking her hand, kissing her knuckles. Still a charmer, Jack Harkness, she thinks.
Spoilers - general series, vague for 2.09 Something Borrowed
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Glenn Miller Still Suffices
by Laura
Fifty years, and several children later, it happens again.
The Rift cracks in just the right place, molecules and atoms vibrate that little faster, spirit and memory work together. She appears inside herself, in the same human form, and the same gold dress. Jack’s still wearing the 1940s military, and looks just a little older. He provides the music for this encounter, this dance.
Glenn Miller, of course.
“I never expected to see you again,” he tells her, taking her hand, kissing her knuckles.
Still a charmer, Jack Harkness, she thinks, as he drops her hand.
“I hoped, though. I hoped so much.” He sounds a little sad.
“Well, I’m here now,” she says, and places a hand on his cheek.
“You are,” he acknowledges, stroking her hand with his own, and gently removing it from his face. “For how long, this time, sweetheart?” Jack asks, his hands now ready to take her in a dance hold.
“Long enough to dance, kiddo,” she says, “and maybe to do something more.” A naughty little smile, that she learned from him, that she’s seen on his lips many, many times.
“Really?” And there’s that self same smile, full of dark, wicked promises.
“Really, Captain. Now, I thought you knew how to treat a lady. Would you please hurry up and dance with me!”
“Of course, sweetheart. C’mere, then.” His smile turns softer.
She moves into Jack’s arms, and to Moonlight Serenade, he twirls the TARDIS around, inside herself.
***
“You going to take me to bed, now, Jack?” she asks, when the record’s finished playing.
“Darlin’, I’ve been taking you to bed for one hundred and fifty years. Well, more like you’ve been taking me.”
“Not like this, I haven’t.”
“True, very true.” He takes her hand and leads her to his quarters, still under his office.
***
Much later, in his, no, their bed, Jack leans up on an elbow, and looks down at his love. “Sweetheart?” he asks, running his other hand over her stomach, in circles.
“Mhmm?” she manages, eyes still closed. Ha! He wore her out.
“As lovely as this was, as pretty as you are like this --"
The TARDIS instantly opens her eyes. “Pretty? Only pretty?” she says, cutting him off, grinning.
“Okay!” He grins back, hand circling a little higher. “As incredibly hot as you are like this. I mean, look at those things!”
“These things?” She’s still grinning, and glances down at her breasts.
“Those things. They’re amazing.” Jack pauses for a few seconds. ”As I was saying, I think I prefer it when we make love in our normal way.” His tone’s serious.
“Yeah?” she replies, looking up at him.
“Yeah. It’s just so much more,” he says, arms wide, to emphasise his point, “with you completely surrounding me, enclosing me, enfolding me. I like being...I don’t know...held safe.”
Her look becomes heated, and Jack swiftly finds himself on his back.
But the TARDIS then tells him, “Time to go, I’m afraid, Captain. I love you.”
He has to swallow a little, before he replies, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
She leans down, and kisses him. Jack closes his eyes and kisses back. He doesn’t see his lady disappear, but he does feel her re-establish her presence, both visible and unseen. Grinning, he opens his eyes, kisses his hand and blows the kiss to her.
“Here’s your treasure, beautiful,” Jack tells his TARDIS, his Hub.
With what he guesses is her very last little bit of human form, into Jack’s head, she smiles back and whispers, “Thank you, my Captain.”
From somewhere, music plays very softly, lulling Jack off to sleep. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he tells his precious walls, smiling. “Thank you very much.”
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
Teaspoon
And there's a picture, too. Click on through for the full size version.
Title - Glenn Miller Still Suffices
Author - laurab1
Rating - 12/PG-13
Pairing - Jack/Hub (Yes, really)
Length - 620 words
Summary - “I never expected to see you again,” he tells her, taking her hand, kissing her knuckles. Still a charmer, Jack Harkness, she thinks.
Spoilers - general series, vague for 2.09 Something Borrowed
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Glenn Miller Still Suffices
by Laura
Fifty years, and several children later, it happens again.
The Rift cracks in just the right place, molecules and atoms vibrate that little faster, spirit and memory work together. She appears inside herself, in the same human form, and the same gold dress. Jack’s still wearing the 1940s military, and looks just a little older. He provides the music for this encounter, this dance.
Glenn Miller, of course.
“I never expected to see you again,” he tells her, taking her hand, kissing her knuckles.
Still a charmer, Jack Harkness, she thinks, as he drops her hand.
“I hoped, though. I hoped so much.” He sounds a little sad.
“Well, I’m here now,” she says, and places a hand on his cheek.
“You are,” he acknowledges, stroking her hand with his own, and gently removing it from his face. “For how long, this time, sweetheart?” Jack asks, his hands now ready to take her in a dance hold.
“Long enough to dance, kiddo,” she says, “and maybe to do something more.” A naughty little smile, that she learned from him, that she’s seen on his lips many, many times.
“Really?” And there’s that self same smile, full of dark, wicked promises.
“Really, Captain. Now, I thought you knew how to treat a lady. Would you please hurry up and dance with me!”
“Of course, sweetheart. C’mere, then.” His smile turns softer.
She moves into Jack’s arms, and to Moonlight Serenade, he twirls the TARDIS around, inside herself.
***
“You going to take me to bed, now, Jack?” she asks, when the record’s finished playing.
“Darlin’, I’ve been taking you to bed for one hundred and fifty years. Well, more like you’ve been taking me.”
“Not like this, I haven’t.”
“True, very true.” He takes her hand and leads her to his quarters, still under his office.
***
Much later, in his, no, their bed, Jack leans up on an elbow, and looks down at his love. “Sweetheart?” he asks, running his other hand over her stomach, in circles.
“Mhmm?” she manages, eyes still closed. Ha! He wore her out.
“As lovely as this was, as pretty as you are like this --"
The TARDIS instantly opens her eyes. “Pretty? Only pretty?” she says, cutting him off, grinning.
“Okay!” He grins back, hand circling a little higher. “As incredibly hot as you are like this. I mean, look at those things!”
“These things?” She’s still grinning, and glances down at her breasts.
“Those things. They’re amazing.” Jack pauses for a few seconds. ”As I was saying, I think I prefer it when we make love in our normal way.” His tone’s serious.
“Yeah?” she replies, looking up at him.
“Yeah. It’s just so much more,” he says, arms wide, to emphasise his point, “with you completely surrounding me, enclosing me, enfolding me. I like being...I don’t know...held safe.”
Her look becomes heated, and Jack swiftly finds himself on his back.
But the TARDIS then tells him, “Time to go, I’m afraid, Captain. I love you.”
He has to swallow a little, before he replies, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
She leans down, and kisses him. Jack closes his eyes and kisses back. He doesn’t see his lady disappear, but he does feel her re-establish her presence, both visible and unseen. Grinning, he opens his eyes, kisses his hand and blows the kiss to her.
“Here’s your treasure, beautiful,” Jack tells his TARDIS, his Hub.
With what he guesses is her very last little bit of human form, into Jack’s head, she smiles back and whispers, “Thank you, my Captain.”
From somewhere, music plays very softly, lulling Jack off to sleep. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he tells his precious walls, smiling. “Thank you very much.”
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
Teaspoon