The Memoirs of Ianto Jones

Hi guys. This is Gavvy Wolf-Kidd, and before you bang on at me, I've been busy! I've been working on my Angels of the Valley series- the series I'm hoping to get published- and also Children of Torchwood, not to mention FVA!

You have NO idea how sorry I am to kaseykc right now- she's contributed to most of this story, and I just want to take most of the burden off of her right now with something I have promised, and give you all a fantasy. Be warned- this chapter is the reason for the rating!

Me and Kaseykc are working on this together, and are kind of putting off some of our other projects, so if you're reading my Fire Valley Academy story, it might not be updated for a few weeks.

I'm kind of blank on continuous prose at the moment, so I thought I'd give a fantasy a bash. This is my first smut scene, so you really do have to bear with me on this because I suck at making things smutty, and if you have any advice, please do not hesitate to send me a message...

Disclaimer: neither of us own Torchwood. If both or either of us did, then believe me- things would have played out MUCH more differently! For starters, pregnancy or no pregnancy, Gwen would have been the one to be killed. But, I digress.

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The Fantasies of Ianto Jones:

Date: 7/7/2007

I bet I sound like a demented schoolgirl when I say that I've been fantasising about my boss... the very man who killed my... wait. Does she count as a girlfriend if she was 70% robot? It doesn't matter. Ha. If Rhiannon and Johnny saw this notebook, they'd refer me to a psychiatrist, since they think I'm slightly insane already and this may push that thought right over the edge.

I think I may as well start with the first of the fantasies, which wasn't a fantasy at all, but was actually a dream...

Jack looked at me and smiled one of those heart-melting smiles while taking me in his arms, cradling me against that warm, well-toned body of his. Gently, his teeth scraped against the soft flesh of my neck as he smoothly made his way down to my collarbone. I cupped his head in my hands, and pulled his face upwards so that we could kiss deeply.

His magical fingers began working the buttons of my jacket, which was soon discarded to the floor along with my waistcoat and his shirt. After just a few moments we were both naked and I was pinned to the floor, with Jack on top of me, kissing his way down my body, uttering a few words and phrases, although all I could make out between his heavy gasps were; "You're so beautiful", "So magnificent" and "I've waited so long for someone like you." I felt him stop at my groin, then after a moment's pause tight, wet heat enclosed around my cock. I gasped at the sensation of Jack's talented tongue dancing around my shaft, and I had to refrain my hips from bucking in rhythm. Just as I was about to cum, Jack pulled away and reached over me. I whimpered in anticipation while he coated himself with the lube.

Slowly, he inserted one lube-coated finger into my entrance, then a second and a third, stretching me. He pulled the fingers away then opened my legs to as to straddle me. I closed my eyes as I felt him slowly inch his way into me. When I could take no more, I thrusted upwards, so that he became mostly buried within me. The both of us nearly came from the movement alone, but Jack decided it wasn't enough and continued thrusting, causing beautiful friction between the pair of us.

Finally we fell into each other's arms at the point of our joint climax, kissing each other deeply.

I'm pretty messed up, aren't I?