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Title: Toast Crumbs
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2500 words
Summary: The morning after the date and the sex and the pizza; things are good.
Notes: Written for blue_fjords who commissioned it in the Lightning Round for the help_haiti auction. Time-stamp fic to Pizza Mouth, this is the morning after. Part of the Sharing Spaces cluster. Beta'd by 51stcenturyfox.

( Toast Crumbs )

Title:Not A Morning Person, Then
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Length: 1200 words
Summary: Mornings are for sleep-ins, Ianto would argue.
Notes: Part of the Sharing Spaces cluster. Originally written for the TW/DW Porn Battle V. Thanks to Sam for the title.

( Not A Morning Person, Then )


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A brief note.

I've found myself writing a few pieces that more or less seem to exist within the same thematic conception. All of them are scenes from a Jack/Ianto relationship, and while I personally dislike the term domestic with the connotations that have developed in fandom, I suppose they are scenes of a relationship and therefore deserve a bit of that. I'd like to think that I take the characters a little past the botoxed and sugarcoated line of most domestic fanfiction, if you will, but then, that's neither here nor there.

I decided to go ahead and create a tag to keep these type of fics bundled rather than floating around loosely. At this point, I'm not sure if Sharing Spaces will really have more additions past "Pizza Mouth", "Afternoon Break" and this one now, but just in case it does, there's the tag for it.

It also keeps me from looking guiltily at the softer side of my writing when I can just bundle it off in a neat package.

Title: Pizza Mouth
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5200 words
Summary: Jack and Ianto are having the date Ianto agreed to in the office building. The date leads to (admittedly messy) sex.
Notes: Thanks to 51stcenturyfox for the beta and to a number of people for suggestions. DVD commentary of this by blue_fjords can be found here.

( They sat on chairs that weren't quite made for a generous work-out and tipped in a clack-clack from one leg to the other whenever they shifted their weight. )


(Timestamp Fic Toast Crumbs, the morning after)