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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 9
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 526 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #44 - Woollen
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack marched up the incline from where he'd left the SUV parked some distance from the house. He couldn't explain why he felt the need to park so far away. Usually at the scene of any rift activity he had the SUV parked right on top of the action, even if that was the wrong way down a one way street or plonked sideways over double yellow lines. There was a caginess that came with this being his own turf.
Ianto stomped his feet on the gassy clifftop as he took in the scene, hands tucked under his arms looking decidedly freezing.
‘Are you sure you’re dressed warm enough?’ Jack asked, feeling a stiff cold breeze ruffle through his hair. His coat was keeping out the worst of it, but on a clear night like tonight, it didn't stop the wind from having a bit of bite.
‘I’ve got my woollen coat, gloves and scarf,’ Ianto replied. ‘What more do you want, especially since you wouldn't tell me where we were going. I can’t help it if this stupid cold makes me feel constantly… well… cold. And it’s Cardiff,’ he carried on complaining, ‘and we're standing on the top of a cliff by the sea when it’s blowing a gale in the middle of winter. At night, he added. I’d blow my nose except with my gloves on I can barely wrap my hand around my handkerchief and my nose might not even be running at all. It’s so cold I can't feel it.’
‘You were the one that wanted to tag along,’ Jack reminded him, deciding that Ianto was in fine form tonight on the grumbling front. He could have given Owen a run for his money.
‘Yes, well, I still reserve the right to complain.’ He did look rather overdressed for the occasion, considering he had no idea whether they’d be out in the elements or not. Even if it was the middle of winter and even if it was a bit blustery out here, Ianto was more than accustomed to local Cardiff weather and a bit of cold rarely troubled him. It made Jack feel guilty that he hadn’t been more insistent in making Ianto stay put at home instead of being dragged out here.
Jack sighed and walked over to where his lover was looking cold and miserable, opening up his own generous coat and wrapping them both up in it in an awkward sort of hug. Ianto would grumble only for so long before the proximity and the tenderness of the moment got the better of him and he backed away from the embrace, determined to get on with things. For all their endeavours in the bedroom – and other places – Ianto was still choosy about when he would suffer intimate moments of romanticism. Jack couldn't blame him. Jack himself had never been particularly good at articulating feelings and had often been accused of being the aloof one in their relationship.
‘I promise we’ll make this quick,’ Jack said. ‘Get you home and tucked up nice and warm.’ He didn’t know if it was a promise he could keep, but he’d try.
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 526 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #44 - Woollen
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack marched up the incline from where he'd left the SUV parked some distance from the house. He couldn't explain why he felt the need to park so far away. Usually at the scene of any rift activity he had the SUV parked right on top of the action, even if that was the wrong way down a one way street or plonked sideways over double yellow lines. There was a caginess that came with this being his own turf.
Ianto stomped his feet on the gassy clifftop as he took in the scene, hands tucked under his arms looking decidedly freezing.
‘Are you sure you’re dressed warm enough?’ Jack asked, feeling a stiff cold breeze ruffle through his hair. His coat was keeping out the worst of it, but on a clear night like tonight, it didn't stop the wind from having a bit of bite.
‘I’ve got my woollen coat, gloves and scarf,’ Ianto replied. ‘What more do you want, especially since you wouldn't tell me where we were going. I can’t help it if this stupid cold makes me feel constantly… well… cold. And it’s Cardiff,’ he carried on complaining, ‘and we're standing on the top of a cliff by the sea when it’s blowing a gale in the middle of winter. At night, he added. I’d blow my nose except with my gloves on I can barely wrap my hand around my handkerchief and my nose might not even be running at all. It’s so cold I can't feel it.’
‘You were the one that wanted to tag along,’ Jack reminded him, deciding that Ianto was in fine form tonight on the grumbling front. He could have given Owen a run for his money.
‘Yes, well, I still reserve the right to complain.’ He did look rather overdressed for the occasion, considering he had no idea whether they’d be out in the elements or not. Even if it was the middle of winter and even if it was a bit blustery out here, Ianto was more than accustomed to local Cardiff weather and a bit of cold rarely troubled him. It made Jack feel guilty that he hadn’t been more insistent in making Ianto stay put at home instead of being dragged out here.
Jack sighed and walked over to where his lover was looking cold and miserable, opening up his own generous coat and wrapping them both up in it in an awkward sort of hug. Ianto would grumble only for so long before the proximity and the tenderness of the moment got the better of him and he backed away from the embrace, determined to get on with things. For all their endeavours in the bedroom – and other places – Ianto was still choosy about when he would suffer intimate moments of romanticism. Jack couldn't blame him. Jack himself had never been particularly good at articulating feelings and had often been accused of being the aloof one in their relationship.
‘I promise we’ll make this quick,’ Jack said. ‘Get you home and tucked up nice and warm.’ He didn’t know if it was a promise he could keep, but he’d try.
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Date: 2022-12-09 11:07 am (UTC)