Challenge 714 - Constant supervision
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m_findlowTitle: Constant supervision
Character: Ianto, Gwen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 714 - Work at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto prefers to be able to see the work Jack is doing. A double drabble.
Ianto paced the deck of the boat, feeling a nervous energy eating away inside him. He rounded on his heel as he reached the bow and paced back to the stern.
Gwen was sitting on the deck, knees pulled up. Ianto frowned. 'Are you reading a book?' he asked, spotting the worn paperback wedged between her knees.
'Yes,' she replied, turning a page and not letting him break her concentration.
'Seriously?'
She stuck her finger in between the pages making the spot. 'Ianto, we're bobbing around in the middle of the Bristol Channel whilst Jack is down there sorting out that alien octopus and its broken spaceship. What do you want me to do?'
'It's not exactly work though, is it?'
Gwen arched an eyebrow at him. 'And pacing the boat, working yourself into a lather thinking about Jack having sex with eight tentacles is?'
'I was not thinking that!' he protested, even if it had been very much on his mind. It was that bloody wetsuit, all sleek and clinging in places Ianto wouldn't have minded exploiting himself.
Gwen just ignored him, returning to that place in her book and carrying on reading. 'Sure you weren't. I believe you.'
Ianto paced the deck of the boat, feeling a nervous energy eating away inside him. He rounded on his heel as he reached the bow and paced back to the stern.
Gwen was sitting on the deck, knees pulled up. Ianto frowned. 'Are you reading a book?' he asked, spotting the worn paperback wedged between her knees.
'Yes,' she replied, turning a page and not letting him break her concentration.
'Seriously?'
She stuck her finger in between the pages making the spot. 'Ianto, we're bobbing around in the middle of the Bristol Channel whilst Jack is down there sorting out that alien octopus and its broken spaceship. What do you want me to do?'
'It's not exactly work though, is it?'
Gwen arched an eyebrow at him. 'And pacing the boat, working yourself into a lather thinking about Jack having sex with eight tentacles is?'
'I was not thinking that!' he protested, even if it had been very much on his mind. It was that bloody wetsuit, all sleek and clinging in places Ianto wouldn't have minded exploiting himself.
Gwen just ignored him, returning to that place in her book and carrying on reading. 'Sure you weren't. I believe you.'
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Date: 2022-11-03 05:53 pm (UTC)