3 double drabbles written for commentfic.
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silver_sunTorchwood, Jack/Ianto, shagging away their problems
Sex was an important part of Jack and Ianto's relationship. They both knew and admitted it.
Slow and sensuous when they had the time or rough and hard when they didn't. Jack's room under the Hub, Ianto's flat, in the SUV or even on a few memorable occasions an alleyway or the roof of the Millennium Centre.
Breathless moments in the dark, giving and taking as needed. Ianto inside Jack. Jack inside Ianto. It didn't matter which, it was all about losing themselves in each other. It was life, it was joy, a celebration glorious physicality.
It was all too easy for people to assume that there was nothing more to their relationship that convenient sex. It wasn't. It was more than that. It was knowing that they weren't alone, that in the long dark hours before the dawn when their own personal demons were howling in their minds and sleep just wouldn't come, that there was something they could do that would give them respite.
It wasn't a perfect solution, they both knew that, but it helped. And in the end finding a way that worked for them, that let them live and love together was all that mattered.
Prompt: Doctor Who, Martha/Mickey, how they got together.
Warning: mention of minor character death. References to CoE.
Martha
This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Martha thought as she packed up their flat. Not that her and Tom had ever lived there together. It should have been their first married home.
Now Tom was gone. She sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes. They'd been on honeymoon when it had happened. Something to do with aliens wanting to take children. The army had come and Tom...It had been a mirror of what had happened back in the year that never was. Tom standing up for what was right. Tom dying.
She'd resigned her commission with UNIT over their involvement with it in the UK.
Her mobile ringing startled her back to the present and she answered it, more out of the need to do something than really wanting to talk to anyone.
“Hi, it's Mickey Smith. I don't know if you can help. It's just there's this thing and I really need somebody else on this and there's no one else...”
Part of her wanted to say no. Hadn't she given enough these last couple of years? Instead she said,
“Alirght. I can't promise I'll be much help, but I'll take a look.”
Mickey
He'd only met Martha a couple of times before he'd called her and in the end what he'd called her about had turned out to be a false alarm. He'd expected that to be it, but the next time he needed back-up he'd called Martha again, and the next, until it because that he rarely went after anything without her.
They had a lot in common. They'd both travelled with the Doctor and had been the ones to walk away. They'd seen the best and worst in people, Martha during what she called 'that missing year' and himself during the liberation of the parallel Earth from the Cybermen.
Sure their backgrounds had been different. Martha had trained as a doctor, he'd just scraped through his GCSEs because he'd not really seen the point in most of them. But they weren't those people any more. For better or worse their time with the Doctor had changed them.
It hadn't been love at first sight, loneliness and disillusionment with the world had all played their part. But by the time he'd impulsively kissed her one Christmas Eve after they'd saved the world from some alien brainwashing snow globes, they'd both been ready.
Sex was an important part of Jack and Ianto's relationship. They both knew and admitted it.
Slow and sensuous when they had the time or rough and hard when they didn't. Jack's room under the Hub, Ianto's flat, in the SUV or even on a few memorable occasions an alleyway or the roof of the Millennium Centre.
Breathless moments in the dark, giving and taking as needed. Ianto inside Jack. Jack inside Ianto. It didn't matter which, it was all about losing themselves in each other. It was life, it was joy, a celebration glorious physicality.
It was all too easy for people to assume that there was nothing more to their relationship that convenient sex. It wasn't. It was more than that. It was knowing that they weren't alone, that in the long dark hours before the dawn when their own personal demons were howling in their minds and sleep just wouldn't come, that there was something they could do that would give them respite.
It wasn't a perfect solution, they both knew that, but it helped. And in the end finding a way that worked for them, that let them live and love together was all that mattered.
Prompt: Doctor Who, Martha/Mickey, how they got together.
Warning: mention of minor character death. References to CoE.
Martha
This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Martha thought as she packed up their flat. Not that her and Tom had ever lived there together. It should have been their first married home.
Now Tom was gone. She sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes. They'd been on honeymoon when it had happened. Something to do with aliens wanting to take children. The army had come and Tom...It had been a mirror of what had happened back in the year that never was. Tom standing up for what was right. Tom dying.
She'd resigned her commission with UNIT over their involvement with it in the UK.
Her mobile ringing startled her back to the present and she answered it, more out of the need to do something than really wanting to talk to anyone.
“Hi, it's Mickey Smith. I don't know if you can help. It's just there's this thing and I really need somebody else on this and there's no one else...”
Part of her wanted to say no. Hadn't she given enough these last couple of years? Instead she said,
“Alirght. I can't promise I'll be much help, but I'll take a look.”
Mickey
He'd only met Martha a couple of times before he'd called her and in the end what he'd called her about had turned out to be a false alarm. He'd expected that to be it, but the next time he needed back-up he'd called Martha again, and the next, until it because that he rarely went after anything without her.
They had a lot in common. They'd both travelled with the Doctor and had been the ones to walk away. They'd seen the best and worst in people, Martha during what she called 'that missing year' and himself during the liberation of the parallel Earth from the Cybermen.
Sure their backgrounds had been different. Martha had trained as a doctor, he'd just scraped through his GCSEs because he'd not really seen the point in most of them. But they weren't those people any more. For better or worse their time with the Doctor had changed them.
It hadn't been love at first sight, loneliness and disillusionment with the world had all played their part. But by the time he'd impulsively kissed her one Christmas Eve after they'd saved the world from some alien brainwashing snow globes, they'd both been ready.
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Date: 2013-07-20 11:46 am (UTC)