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Kiss
by Lilithangel
Jack loved kissing and as far as he was concerned there were no truly bad kisses. Some just happened to be more memorable than other.
Kissing Rose and The Doctor goodbye was right up there as were the sweet innocence of Estelle's kisses before he fled and broke her heart. Memories of Ianto's responses had kept him going during the year on the Valiant.
But there was something about John's kisses that was seared into his skin memory. Danger and passion, not knowing just what John would do next. Sometimes John would be bone meltingly soft and tender, others Jack would be reminded of the hidden strength in the smaller frame when he was pinned and devoured.
Touch was just as important to John as it was to him and the heat of John's hand on his shoulder almost burned through the fabric.
He was really going to hate chasing John out of town.
Just as soon as they finished saying hello.
