thejantolibrary: “Time sickness?”“Uh-huh,” said Jack, placing a hand on Iant
thejantolibrary: “Time sickness?”“Uh-huh,” said Jack, placing a hand on Ianto’s cheek. “Dizziness, blurry vision, cold extremities?”“Sounds about right,” Ianto replied, trying to get Jack’s face to become something a little less fuzzy.“It’s that or space sickness, but judging by the getup, I’m guessing you’re not from this century,” said Jack. He reached down and fingered Ianto’s tie, tugging it out of the front of his suit jacket. “Or millennium.” 101,136 words, Explicit, Complete, AO3, LJ. -- source link
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