Title: Ink
Date Written: 11/21/07
dwtwprompts prompt: Slutty
Rating: K+
Word Count: 191
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Yay, first post!
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When Ianto first met Jack, the first thing he noticed about the captain was that the American had 'slut' written all over his forehead.
Literally.
Jack had laughed it off when Ianto had questioned it, explaining that he'd had a brief fling with a representative from another species, and she had been rather upset when Jack hadn't taken her offer to go back to the home planet. She'd used ink that worked roughly the same way psychic paper did, except it only showed to people he worked with.
The ink had eventually faded from his skin, but his reputation hadn't. Quite a few of the more intelligent alien races, upon hearing the name "Jack Harkness" would ask when his schedule was open for an afternoon or so.
Ianto grinned softly as he sat up in the gift shop, flipping pages in some magazine the post delivered every now and again. The emissary had been mistaken to write 'slut'. Jack was actually sort of fond of using that word during a tumble.
A real insult would have been "bad in bed." DEFINITELY not true, but he'd have just died from the implication.
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