Torchwood - fic - Flowers In My Hair, Jack/Estelle, 15/R
Title - Flowers In My Hair
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Estelle
Rating - 15/R
Length - 680 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, 1.5 Small Worlds, DW: to 3.11-13
Summary - A day for celebrating the sun and Mother Earth, a day for feasting with friends and family. It was just a pity that it was 1941, and there wasn’t really very much to feast on.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written for the Midsummer round, on get_tw_laid
Flowers In My Hair
by Laura
London, June 21st 1941
The pale, very early morning sunlight bled through the black out curtains in her bedroom, and Estelle stirred. Someone was in her bed, softly kissing her shoulders. Oh, yes, Jack had stayed, last night. She pulled away from his kisses and turned over.
“Good morning, Captain,” she greeted, smiling up at him.
“Good mornin’, darlin’,” Jack replied, leaning down and kissing Estelle’s lips. “Sleep alright?”
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think I wore you out, Miss Cole, so, yeah, you did.” There was a wicked grin on his face; he ran a hand up and down her left thigh.
Well. He had, rather. She hadn’t realised she could bend quite the way Jack had made her do so. She hadn’t realised quite a few things, before she met her captain. Estelle grinned back at him.
“You would be correct in your assumption, Captain Harkness.” She placed a hand at the back of his neck, and dragged him back down to her lips. “And now you can do it again,” she said, before kissing him.
“Your wish is my command, Estelle,” he replied, cupping her face with both of his hands, and they began kissing more passionately.
Estelle sighed. Jack was so very good at this, the thoroughly shameless man.
***
They’d fallen asleep again, after making love. Estelle’s head rested on Jack’s chest; he had one arm around her shoulders, and with the other arm, he held her hand in his. As she slowly woke up, she thought that the sun now seemed to be rather brighter. Well, it was June 21st; Midsummer, Litha, the Summer Solstice, the Longest Day. A day for celebrating the sun and Mother Earth, a day for feasting with friends and family. It was just a pity that there wasn’t really very much to feast on.
Maybe, when the war was over, Estelle would manage to visit Stonehenge, again. That had been quite an experience, back in 1939. For now, though, she’d have to make do with a fire in the hearth and the little patch of green that constituted her back garden. She had more ideas, that she suspected Jack would be only too happy to go along with. Smiling, she squeezed his hand, and planted kisses on his chest.
“Jack,” she teased, dragging out the name. “Wake up, darling.”
Quick as flash, he was awake. “Hey, you,” Jack greeted, pulling her on top of him, moving his hands to her waist.
“Hello,” Estelle replied, leaning down to kiss him on the lips, this time. “Do you know what today is, Jack?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, nodding, “June 21st, Midsummer, the Summer Solstice.” Jack then grinned. “Is it the one with all the fertility stuff, as well?”
“That’s May Day, Jack!” Estelle exclaimed.
“Yeah. I know, sweetheart,” Jack said.
He did know, too. She’d told him all about paganism back in February, during Imbolc. “However,” she replied, smiling, “I think we could bring the fertility element into today’s celebrations.”
“Yeah? How we gonna do that, then?”
“We’re going to make love on my lawn, under the sun, over Mother Earth. Would you like to do that, Jack?”
“Oh, yeah, Estelle,” he said, with a huge smile. “I think that’s a fabulous idea.”
“Let’s go, then!” She rolled off him, and climbed out of bed. “I’ll just find a blanket,” she said, opening a cupboard. With the object under one of her arms, Estelle grabbed Jack’s hand, pulling him from the bed, and downstairs.
They found something to eat for breakfast, and took the food and the blanket outside.
***
A few hours later, when they were pleasurably exhausted, faces looking up at the sky and the sun, Jack told her something that she wouldn’t understand for nearly another thirty years.
“You’ll fit in just fine at Glastonbury, Estelle,” he said, clasping her hand tightly.
***
And so, in the early 1970s, she found herself in a field on a Somerset farm, sat in a circle, explaining ley-lines and paganism to the hippy kids.
Estelle might not have her captain, but she did have this.
-end-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midsummer_(holiday)
crosspost:
torch_wood*
torchwood_fic*
get_tw_laid*
galactic_conman
dwfiction
Teaspoon
I also have:
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/167908.html - In Your Eyes (1941)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/200083.html - Come away, O human child (2007)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/220611.html - In The Mood (2007)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/220796.html - The Waiting Game (2001)
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Estelle
Rating - 15/R
Length - 680 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, 1.5 Small Worlds, DW: to 3.11-13
Summary - A day for celebrating the sun and Mother Earth, a day for feasting with friends and family. It was just a pity that it was 1941, and there wasn’t really very much to feast on.
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written for the Midsummer round, on get_tw_laid
Flowers In My Hair
by Laura
London, June 21st 1941
The pale, very early morning sunlight bled through the black out curtains in her bedroom, and Estelle stirred. Someone was in her bed, softly kissing her shoulders. Oh, yes, Jack had stayed, last night. She pulled away from his kisses and turned over.
“Good morning, Captain,” she greeted, smiling up at him.
“Good mornin’, darlin’,” Jack replied, leaning down and kissing Estelle’s lips. “Sleep alright?”
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think I wore you out, Miss Cole, so, yeah, you did.” There was a wicked grin on his face; he ran a hand up and down her left thigh.
Well. He had, rather. She hadn’t realised she could bend quite the way Jack had made her do so. She hadn’t realised quite a few things, before she met her captain. Estelle grinned back at him.
“You would be correct in your assumption, Captain Harkness.” She placed a hand at the back of his neck, and dragged him back down to her lips. “And now you can do it again,” she said, before kissing him.
“Your wish is my command, Estelle,” he replied, cupping her face with both of his hands, and they began kissing more passionately.
Estelle sighed. Jack was so very good at this, the thoroughly shameless man.
***
They’d fallen asleep again, after making love. Estelle’s head rested on Jack’s chest; he had one arm around her shoulders, and with the other arm, he held her hand in his. As she slowly woke up, she thought that the sun now seemed to be rather brighter. Well, it was June 21st; Midsummer, Litha, the Summer Solstice, the Longest Day. A day for celebrating the sun and Mother Earth, a day for feasting with friends and family. It was just a pity that there wasn’t really very much to feast on.
Maybe, when the war was over, Estelle would manage to visit Stonehenge, again. That had been quite an experience, back in 1939. For now, though, she’d have to make do with a fire in the hearth and the little patch of green that constituted her back garden. She had more ideas, that she suspected Jack would be only too happy to go along with. Smiling, she squeezed his hand, and planted kisses on his chest.
“Jack,” she teased, dragging out the name. “Wake up, darling.”
Quick as flash, he was awake. “Hey, you,” Jack greeted, pulling her on top of him, moving his hands to her waist.
“Hello,” Estelle replied, leaning down to kiss him on the lips, this time. “Do you know what today is, Jack?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, nodding, “June 21st, Midsummer, the Summer Solstice.” Jack then grinned. “Is it the one with all the fertility stuff, as well?”
“That’s May Day, Jack!” Estelle exclaimed.
“Yeah. I know, sweetheart,” Jack said.
He did know, too. She’d told him all about paganism back in February, during Imbolc. “However,” she replied, smiling, “I think we could bring the fertility element into today’s celebrations.”
“Yeah? How we gonna do that, then?”
“We’re going to make love on my lawn, under the sun, over Mother Earth. Would you like to do that, Jack?”
“Oh, yeah, Estelle,” he said, with a huge smile. “I think that’s a fabulous idea.”
“Let’s go, then!” She rolled off him, and climbed out of bed. “I’ll just find a blanket,” she said, opening a cupboard. With the object under one of her arms, Estelle grabbed Jack’s hand, pulling him from the bed, and downstairs.
They found something to eat for breakfast, and took the food and the blanket outside.
***
A few hours later, when they were pleasurably exhausted, faces looking up at the sky and the sun, Jack told her something that she wouldn’t understand for nearly another thirty years.
“You’ll fit in just fine at Glastonbury, Estelle,” he said, clasping her hand tightly.
***
And so, in the early 1970s, she found herself in a field on a Somerset farm, sat in a circle, explaining ley-lines and paganism to the hippy kids.
Estelle might not have her captain, but she did have this.
-end-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midsummer_(holiday)
crosspost:
torch_wood*
torchwood_fic*
get_tw_laid*
galactic_conman
dwfiction
Teaspoon
I also have:
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/167908.html - In Your Eyes (1941)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/200083.html - Come away, O human child (2007)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/220611.html - In The Mood (2007)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/220796.html - The Waiting Game (2001)