Torchwood - fic - Dancing, Jack/Estelle, PG-13/12
Title - Dancing
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Estelle
Rating - PG-13/12
Length - 430 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, 1.5 Small Worlds, DW: to 3.11-13
Summary - In 1941, it's rather difficult to look good
A/N - written for oxoniensis’ Porn Battle, using the prompt word “tremulous”
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Dancing
by Laura
It’s winter, 1941, the middle of the Blitz. London’s battered to hell, but she’s not broken, not by a long shot. The best two-fingered retort to Hitler is to dress up, go out, and dance the night away.
For the men, that’s easy; put on a suit, or their uniform. The girls have a much harder job. Once again, Jack’s putting on his RAF uniform, and watching Estelle, in her bra and knickers, put on her fake nylon stockings. The real ones won’t be available until the American GIs are “overpaid, oversexed and over here”, this time next year. In the meantime, it’s shoe-polish and eyeliner. The first bit, Estelle does fine. The eyeliner, though, up her left leg, goes rather squint, on this occasion.
“Blast!” Estelle exclaims, as she stops at the back of her knee.
Jack helped more than a few girls with this particular task, last time he was in the 1940s, so he knows just what to do. “C’mere, darling,” he says, rising from the bed, going over to where she’s stood and placing his hands on her waist. “Let me finish up that one, and do the other leg. Otherwise, we’ll never get out, tonight!”
“Jack!” she mock scolds. “You’re only half-dressed, yourself!”
That’s true enough. Naked to the waist, trousers not yet fastened, he just grins, hoping that’ll get him out of it. Again. Kissing Estelle, Jack takes the eyeliner pencil from her hand. She’s smiling, when he takes his other hand from her waist. Slipping it into hers, he leads her over to the bed. When they’re on there, Jack kisses Estelle again, adding, “Roll over, sweetheart, so I can reach the backs of your legs.”
She does as asked, and Jack so very slowly continues the line on Estelle’s left leg to the middle of her thigh. The right leg, he draws the line from her ankle. Getting to the more sensitive skin of her thigh, he presses just a little harder. Estelle gasps, slightly, and shivers. Placing the pencil on the bedside table, Jack proceeds to trace a finger from each hand over both lines, at the same time; lightly, on Estelle’s calves, and with a bit more pressure, further up.
She’s breathing rather heavily, trembling, by the time Jack’s fingers reach the small of her back. He places a kiss there, and a string of them along the length of her spine. After a few minutes, Estelle turns over. From the heated look in her eyes, Jack knows they won’t be attending the Astoria, tonight.
They’ll be dancing here, instead.
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
Teaspoon
Zero Room
More Jack/Estelle:
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)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/277919.html - Flowers In My Hair (1941 & 1971)
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Estelle
Rating - PG-13/12
Length - 430 words
Spoilers - TW: general series, 1.5 Small Worlds, DW: to 3.11-13
Summary - In 1941, it's rather difficult to look good
A/N - written for oxoniensis’ Porn Battle, using the prompt word “tremulous”
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Dancing
by Laura
It’s winter, 1941, the middle of the Blitz. London’s battered to hell, but she’s not broken, not by a long shot. The best two-fingered retort to Hitler is to dress up, go out, and dance the night away.
For the men, that’s easy; put on a suit, or their uniform. The girls have a much harder job. Once again, Jack’s putting on his RAF uniform, and watching Estelle, in her bra and knickers, put on her fake nylon stockings. The real ones won’t be available until the American GIs are “overpaid, oversexed and over here”, this time next year. In the meantime, it’s shoe-polish and eyeliner. The first bit, Estelle does fine. The eyeliner, though, up her left leg, goes rather squint, on this occasion.
“Blast!” Estelle exclaims, as she stops at the back of her knee.
Jack helped more than a few girls with this particular task, last time he was in the 1940s, so he knows just what to do. “C’mere, darling,” he says, rising from the bed, going over to where she’s stood and placing his hands on her waist. “Let me finish up that one, and do the other leg. Otherwise, we’ll never get out, tonight!”
“Jack!” she mock scolds. “You’re only half-dressed, yourself!”
That’s true enough. Naked to the waist, trousers not yet fastened, he just grins, hoping that’ll get him out of it. Again. Kissing Estelle, Jack takes the eyeliner pencil from her hand. She’s smiling, when he takes his other hand from her waist. Slipping it into hers, he leads her over to the bed. When they’re on there, Jack kisses Estelle again, adding, “Roll over, sweetheart, so I can reach the backs of your legs.”
She does as asked, and Jack so very slowly continues the line on Estelle’s left leg to the middle of her thigh. The right leg, he draws the line from her ankle. Getting to the more sensitive skin of her thigh, he presses just a little harder. Estelle gasps, slightly, and shivers. Placing the pencil on the bedside table, Jack proceeds to trace a finger from each hand over both lines, at the same time; lightly, on Estelle’s calves, and with a bit more pressure, further up.
She’s breathing rather heavily, trembling, by the time Jack’s fingers reach the small of her back. He places a kiss there, and a string of them along the length of her spine. After a few minutes, Estelle turns over. From the heated look in her eyes, Jack knows they won’t be attending the Astoria, tonight.
They’ll be dancing here, instead.
-end-
crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
galactic_conman
dwfiction
Teaspoon
Zero Room
More Jack/Estelle:
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)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/277919.html - Flowers In My Hair (1941 & 1971)