Living The Dream 13/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Living The Dream
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Andy, John, Martha, Owen, Tosh, Myfanwy,
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Orphaned at the age of seventeen Jack is sent to live with his uncle and cousins he barely remembers until he's eligible for his inheritence when he reaches twenty one, unbeknown to him his uncle has plans to get his own hands on the money.
Spoilers: Probably not, but you never know ...
Warnings: Slash, Angst ... the ususal!
Rating: NC17 for the series.

A/N: This series is very AU and i haven't written anything like it before! For the purposes of this story Jack is seventeen and mortal. I have absolutely no idea where this came from but i hope you like and enjoy. Written for wrianojune

Previous Chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/236143.html

A/N I'm posting this tonight as ickle and i are off to London early tomorrow just for the hell of it (i'm going to be so broke for the next two weeks) and i don't know if i'll have time before we leave. I'll be back sometime monday so i will post the next chapter in the evening when i get home. I'm hoping some time away will soothe my mood ... somehow i doubt it!

“I want to go on the beach.” Gwen squealed, breaking another uncomfortable silence.

“Okay.” Jack replied, that was one thing he could agree on, he'd never been to the coast before, even since he had moved to Wales.

Gwen kicked off her shoes and bared her feet, Jack following suit they ran through the cottage, ignoring their luggage and out onto the back porch.

Jack rolled the legs of his trousers up to his knees and followed Gwen onto the sand, her hands clutching her dress and holding it high above her ankles as they felt the sand beneath their feet.

“Feels odd, but nice odd.” Jack commented as he walked towards the ripples of the surf.

“You've never been on the beach before?” Gwen asked.

“Never, I could get to like this.” Jack replied, reaching out with one foot and dipping a toe in the shallows and drawing it back again quickly.

“Cold?” Gwen asked.

“A little.” Jack shivered.

“Don't be daft.” Gwen giggled, running ankle deep into the shallows and splashing around. “It's wonderful.”

Jack watched her for a few minutes as she danced about in the water, then just went for it, running in to join her.

Jack couldn't help but grin at the feeling of the wet sand beneath his feet, he felt a little silly but the beach was privately owned alone with the cottage and there was no one to see their antics.

When they got back to the cottage some hours later after paddling in the sea, walking alone the coastline and looking for sea life in the rock pools they were both yawning loudly.

“It's the sea air.” Gwen told Jack. “It tires you out.”

“We've been out in it all afternoon.” Jack replied, stifling a yawn. “I'm going to be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.”

Gwen nodded in agreement, she wasn't ready to give up on her pursuit of Jack yet but the afternoon had tired her out as well and all she wanted to do was have something to eat and then go to bed, to sleep.

The kitchen and pantry were both fully stock as had been agreed by Jack's uncle and the owner and between the two of them Jack and Gwen managed to make something simple to eat before Jack carried the luggage up to the bedroom, more that a little perturbed to find the cottage only had one bedroom and unusually contained a double bed.

Unpacking his clothes into the wardrobe and chest of drawers he smiled to himself when he saw that his long nightshirts had been packed and at that instant realised he should have known that Martha would have done it deliberately for him, hearing Gwen in the bathroom Jack quickly undressed and slipped in his night wear, hanging the clothes he had been wearing carefully so they didn't crease for the journey home.

Jack gave Gwen her privacy, going to use the bathroom himself as she got herself ready for bed. When he returned to the bedroom she was lying on her back with her arms over the top of the covers, her eyes opening as he entered the room, the creaking floorboards giving him away.

“It's been a good day, mostly, don't you think?” Gwen asked, yawning again.

“Yeah, the sea was cold but invigorating, I can't swim though.” Jack told her, climbing into bed beside her, careful not to touch her with any part of his body.

“I can teach you!” Gwen exclaimed. “I'm very proficient at swimming.”

“I don't know, the water will feel even colder if we go in deeper.” Jack replied, unable to keep his fears about the sea and the risk of drowning out of his tone.

“Jack, swimming is great, you feel as light as air and as free as a bird.” Gwen replied. “This week I will teach you to swim, no argument.”

“Maybe.” Jack replied, rolling onto his side and facing away from Gwen.

“Tomorrow.” Gwen told him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Gwen.” Jack replied yawning as true to his word he was asleep almost instantly.

When Jack awoke the following morning the sun was shining brightly through the thin curtains and it took him a few minutes to remember where he was and then he became aware of an arm draped across him, turning his head he could see Gwen was still fast asleep.

Carefully Jack slid out of the bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself and freshen up before heading downstairs, still dressed only in his nightshirt and began making tea for them both.

The time he had spent with Andy and his little camping stove had taught him a few things, he could make a pretty decent cup of tea and could could a few basic food, all of which would come in handy he could tell, for as far as he knew Gwen had never cooked anything in her life.

By the time Gwen appeared Jack had made a decent breakfast, even if it was only tea and toast with marmalade and Gwen gobbled it down hungrily while dressed in her nightgown and robe to cover her modesty while muttering her thanks to him between bites.

“Did you sleep well?” Jack asked Gwen politely.

“Yes, thank you, the sea air really is good for you.” Gwen replied.

“We should be all refreshed when we return to Torchwood Manor.” Jack stated, getting up from the kitchen table and placing his empty plate and cup in the sink. “I made breakfast, you get to wash the dishes.” Jack told her, loving the look of horror on Gwen's face.

“I don't think ...” She began before Jack cut her off.

“You are my wife, I am not your servant. I'm not going to he the tyrannical type of husband that insists the wife does everything around the house but I do expect you to do your fair share while we are here.” Jack told her firmly.

“Okay ... but I'm making lunch.” Gwen told him.

“That should be interesting.” Jack grinned.

“I'm a woman, therefore I can cook.” Gwen pouted.

“We'll see.” Jack chuckled, leaving the room to go and get dressed as Gwen moved to the sink with her own dirty crockery and a look of disdain on her face.

Jack dressed quickly, putting his swimming attire on beneath his clothes just in case he got enticed into the sea, it was a little uncomfortable but he could live with it for the time being.

Gwen appeared as Jack exited the bedroom, passing her quickly he headed back downstairs and grabbed his book before heading out to the back porch to sit in the sun and read.

Jack glanced up from his book as he heard the back door of the cottage open and saw Gwen appear wearing her rode, covering her swimsuit he imagined, a towel hung over her arm and began to panic that she had meant what she had said the night before about teaching him to swim.

“I'm going in, care to join me?” Gwen asked.

Jack shook his head. “No, you go, I'm just going to sit here and read.”

“I will get you in the sea, you can count on it.” Gwen told him, placing the towel down on the empty chair beside him and then slipping her robe off revealing her swimsuit which Jack was sure was probably the height of fashion.

“Like what you see?” Gwen asked, doing a twirl.

“Go and swim Gwen.” Jack replied, turning his attention back to his book and Gwen huffed off down the beach.

After a while Jack rested his book in his lap and watched Gwen, she was certainly a strong swimmer and seemed to be having the time of her life doing different strokes and every now and then diving under the waves out of sight and then reappearing several yards away again just as Jack was about to panic that something bad had happened to her.

Jack tried to ignore the way her swimsuit clung to her body as she walked back up the beach, he may have been in love with Ianto but he had always found women attractive and they way it was clinging to her she might as well be naked instead of almost covered by the suit.

Allowing himself a lingering look Jack knew it was nothing more than an admiring look at her figure, he felt nothing for her and had nothing to feel guilty about.

Gwen grabbed the towel and dried her dripping hair before wrapping it around her dripping body, feeling a little chilled despite the warmth of the sun and sat in the chair beside Jack after lifting her robe from it's seat and placing it on her lap.

“After lunch I'm teaching you to swim.” Gwen told Jack.

“Maybe tomorrow.” Jack replied, holding up his book.

“No, tomorrow never comes, this afternoon we will begin your lessons.” Gwen replied, smirking at the look on Jack's face. “Don't worry, I won't let you drown.”

Jack sighed loudly in resignation. “Fine.”

Gwen jumped to her feet and squealed excitedly like a small child before heading inside the cottage to make something for lunch for the two of them.

TBC