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m_findlowTitle: Sweet repose
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 319 - Dream of you at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto enjoys watching Jack dream. A double drabble.
Ianto woke, surprised to find that his bed was still occupied. Jack so often got itchy feet and never stayed the whole night. For someone who loathed paperwork, Jack often found an excuse to get up at ungodly hours to tend to it, rather than staying tucked up in bed. That was also strange, since Jack could scarcely keep his hands to himself during the day. Why leave at night when he could have his hands anywhere he liked for hours on end?
Ianto turned over and watched Jack lying there in quiet repose. He was smiling in his sleep and it made Ianto feel all warm and fuzzy, watching that candid moment. He wanted to imagine that Jack was dreaming happy thoughts of him, of them together, and all the possibilities that yet lay ahead for them.
Ianto couldn’t lay claim to remembering any dreams he might have. He could only assume that if he dreamt, he was dreaming about Jack. He wondered if Jack ever woke to see him smiling in his own sleep. Maybe that’s what drove Jack from their bed at night. Perhaps imagining that he could make anyone that happy was too much to fathom.
Ianto woke, surprised to find that his bed was still occupied. Jack so often got itchy feet and never stayed the whole night. For someone who loathed paperwork, Jack often found an excuse to get up at ungodly hours to tend to it, rather than staying tucked up in bed. That was also strange, since Jack could scarcely keep his hands to himself during the day. Why leave at night when he could have his hands anywhere he liked for hours on end?
Ianto turned over and watched Jack lying there in quiet repose. He was smiling in his sleep and it made Ianto feel all warm and fuzzy, watching that candid moment. He wanted to imagine that Jack was dreaming happy thoughts of him, of them together, and all the possibilities that yet lay ahead for them.
Ianto couldn’t lay claim to remembering any dreams he might have. He could only assume that if he dreamt, he was dreaming about Jack. He wondered if Jack ever woke to see him smiling in his own sleep. Maybe that’s what drove Jack from their bed at night. Perhaps imagining that he could make anyone that happy was too much to fathom.
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