Ianto's POV
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There are hundreds of bees buzzing around inside my head. I’m pretty sure that there’s an entire bloody hive in my inner ear. My head pounds as they fly, and although I haven’t opened my eyes yet, I can tell my vision is blurry and I have an insatiable thirst. Not just thirst for water, either... I want Jack now more than ever; just to feel his kiss on my dry, chapped lips.
My watch says it is 7am, but nothing could coax me out of bed right now, not even my coffee.
I look up and see Jack sitting next to me, a slightly worried look in his eyes. He bends over and kisses my lips as I had just wished, making my heart hammer against my ribcage.
"Go back to sleep." he tries to soothe me, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. All it does is make me want to drag him down for another kiss. "We'll just have to survive without you today." his smooth voice is a barely-audible whisper, and yet the bees still fly faster, making my temples throb.
I smile as sleep laps at the corners of my mind, washing away all thoughts apart from one. But what if I have the nightmare again?
My head sinks to the dark pillow like it’s a whirlpool and I only just see Jack climb the ladder before I am dragged under sleep’s murky waters.
I never remember my dreams for long, but no matter what, they are always of him.
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Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)
FanfictionThe home is where the heart is, right? And the Heart of Ianto Jones belongs to Jack Harkness. And Jack's heart is Torchwood's. Ianto has never felt love like this, and neither has Jack. But this is Torchwood, so nothing lasts forever.
