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m_findlowTitle: Just the way you are
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500 words
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Author notes: Written for Challenge #012 - Anachronistic
Summary: Jack may be old-fashioned, but it works.
‘You know,’ Ianto began, stepping out of the shower and watching Jack as he slowly dressed in their bedroom, quietly enjoying the view, ‘that one day my sister is going to ask why it is that you always wear the same clothes when we go round there for dinner.’
Jack paused midway through buttoning up his shirt, trousers still slung low on his hips where the fly lay open, just inviting Ianto to put a pause on getting ready and proving that going backwards in time without the aid of alien technology was absolutely possible. ‘I am wearing something different.’
Ianto smirked as he finished drying off his hair with the towel, no longer caring that it wasn’t wrapped around his waist, giving Jack a full view of everything else. ‘What? Because tonight you’re choosing a dark blue shirt instead of a light blue one?’
‘Hey, I thought you liked this shirt?’ Jack frowned, looking wounded and Ianto found it adorable.
‘I do love that shirt,’ he replied, already picturing the way it would make Jack’s silver aeroplane cufflinks gleam and feeling that royal blue satin-backed waistcoat that went with it already under his hands as he pulled Jack close, running those hands up and down the small of his back. ‘It was the shirt you wore to Gwen’s wedding.’
‘The shirt when we had our first dance together, you mean,’ Jack said, voice dropping into a low sensuous growl.
It made Ianto lean in for a long, slow kiss before finally pulling away. ‘All I’m saying is that if you dress like a man trapped in the nineteen forties, my sister is going to start wondering why, and then we’re going to have to tell her that you actually are from the nineteen forties.’
‘Technically I’m from the fifty-one hundreds,’ he replied. ‘And I like how I look.’
‘So do I,’ Ianto said, reaching into the wardrobe to select his own clothes, pausing briefly to run his fingers down the set of pale grey braces still hanging in the wardrobe that Jack would need to complete his look, before plucking them from their hanger. ‘But we promised we’d only drip feed the truth to my family in bits so that they’d cope with it better. They’re only just getting used to the idea of you and I hunting aliens for a living. I don’t even know how we start trying to explain your immortality to them.’
Jack came up from behind him, wrapping his arms back around Ianto before he’d even finished deciding on a complimentary shirt of his own. ‘So don’t,’ Jack purred in his ear. ‘Just tell them that I’m old fashioned and that it’s one of the things you love about me most.’
Ianto turned around in his arms. ‘That’s easy. It is one of the things I love about you most. That and the fact that you are the most incredible shag I’ve ever had.’
Jack gave him a naughty slap on the arse. ‘Flatterer.’
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500 words
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Author notes: Written for Challenge #012 - Anachronistic
Summary: Jack may be old-fashioned, but it works.
‘You know,’ Ianto began, stepping out of the shower and watching Jack as he slowly dressed in their bedroom, quietly enjoying the view, ‘that one day my sister is going to ask why it is that you always wear the same clothes when we go round there for dinner.’
Jack paused midway through buttoning up his shirt, trousers still slung low on his hips where the fly lay open, just inviting Ianto to put a pause on getting ready and proving that going backwards in time without the aid of alien technology was absolutely possible. ‘I am wearing something different.’
Ianto smirked as he finished drying off his hair with the towel, no longer caring that it wasn’t wrapped around his waist, giving Jack a full view of everything else. ‘What? Because tonight you’re choosing a dark blue shirt instead of a light blue one?’
‘Hey, I thought you liked this shirt?’ Jack frowned, looking wounded and Ianto found it adorable.
‘I do love that shirt,’ he replied, already picturing the way it would make Jack’s silver aeroplane cufflinks gleam and feeling that royal blue satin-backed waistcoat that went with it already under his hands as he pulled Jack close, running those hands up and down the small of his back. ‘It was the shirt you wore to Gwen’s wedding.’
‘The shirt when we had our first dance together, you mean,’ Jack said, voice dropping into a low sensuous growl.
It made Ianto lean in for a long, slow kiss before finally pulling away. ‘All I’m saying is that if you dress like a man trapped in the nineteen forties, my sister is going to start wondering why, and then we’re going to have to tell her that you actually are from the nineteen forties.’
‘Technically I’m from the fifty-one hundreds,’ he replied. ‘And I like how I look.’
‘So do I,’ Ianto said, reaching into the wardrobe to select his own clothes, pausing briefly to run his fingers down the set of pale grey braces still hanging in the wardrobe that Jack would need to complete his look, before plucking them from their hanger. ‘But we promised we’d only drip feed the truth to my family in bits so that they’d cope with it better. They’re only just getting used to the idea of you and I hunting aliens for a living. I don’t even know how we start trying to explain your immortality to them.’
Jack came up from behind him, wrapping his arms back around Ianto before he’d even finished deciding on a complimentary shirt of his own. ‘So don’t,’ Jack purred in his ear. ‘Just tell them that I’m old fashioned and that it’s one of the things you love about me most.’
Ianto turned around in his arms. ‘That’s easy. It is one of the things I love about you most. That and the fact that you are the most incredible shag I’ve ever had.’
Jack gave him a naughty slap on the arse. ‘Flatterer.’
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