rec: "The Lady in the Tower"
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calufraxStory: The Lady in the Tower
Author: Aeshna
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 5576
Author's Summary: Sometimes it's not the handsome knight who wears the shining armour. It seems that everybody has to write their post-"Doomsday" piece and, er, this is mine. Written some months before the Torchwood s1 premiere.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness/Yvonne Hartman
Warnings: Adult, Explicit Sex
Recced because: If Jack Harkness had gone directly from the empty Game Station to a Torchwood One in the recent aftermath of the battle of Canary Wharf, it might have ended up like this. This fic is very funny and very hot, with one bittersweet, very human moment sneaked in when you aren't looking. Don't worry, it won't keep you from enjoying the smut. ;-)
"The Institute rumour mill has it that your tastes run to the unusual," Yvonne told him, moving her hand down to stroke the back of his neck; he shivered at the touch, caught between vulnerability and a barely-contained curiosity. "Actually, I believe the words used were 'freakish', 'perverted' and 'the Cardiff bike', but I choose to think of it in terms of your being open to new experiences. Lots of new experiences."
"Experience is what makes us who we are," Jack replied smoothly, barely noticing the implied insults. "I'm game if you are." He winked at her as she drew back — he'd taken lovers with far scarier exoskeletons than Yvonne's before now, not to mention considerably more limbs.
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Author: Aeshna
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 5576
Author's Summary: Sometimes it's not the handsome knight who wears the shining armour. It seems that everybody has to write their post-"Doomsday" piece and, er, this is mine. Written some months before the Torchwood s1 premiere.
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness/Yvonne Hartman
Warnings: Adult, Explicit Sex
Recced because: If Jack Harkness had gone directly from the empty Game Station to a Torchwood One in the recent aftermath of the battle of Canary Wharf, it might have ended up like this. This fic is very funny and very hot, with one bittersweet, very human moment sneaked in when you aren't looking. Don't worry, it won't keep you from enjoying the smut. ;-)
"The Institute rumour mill has it that your tastes run to the unusual," Yvonne told him, moving her hand down to stroke the back of his neck; he shivered at the touch, caught between vulnerability and a barely-contained curiosity. "Actually, I believe the words used were 'freakish', 'perverted' and 'the Cardiff bike', but I choose to think of it in terms of your being open to new experiences. Lots of new experiences."
"Experience is what makes us who we are," Jack replied smoothly, barely noticing the implied insults. "I'm game if you are." He winked at her as she drew back — he'd taken lovers with far scarier exoskeletons than Yvonne's before now, not to mention considerably more limbs.
If you like this story, please remember to leave the author a comment. Authors like comments, even if they're as simple as "I really like this." It makes us write more.
