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Title: Time well spent
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 344 - Quality time at
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Summary: There must be some perks to working undercover. A double drabble.
Ianto groaned as he rolled over in the bed, bemoaning the fact that it was new and harder than his old bed back at home. Whilst he’d quietly enjoyed the shopping involved in fitting out a nice new house with all nice new furniture that suited his tastes and all matched together nicely, the un-lived-in factor was starting to take its toll. Nothing had that nice squishy slump to it that he could nestle down into. He sighed vexatiously.
‘What is it now?’ Jack asked, moving in the bed beside him and coming to spoon up against his back, arms snaking around him as they tangled themselves impossibly.
He manhandled his pillow again, trying to flatten some of its unnatural plumpness. ‘I was just trying to figure out if any part of this undercover assignment was pleasant.’
‘Well, it’s Sunday and we’re cuddled up in bed with nowhere else to be. Just some quality time together.’
‘In a neighbourhood harbouring a sleeper cell of deadly aliens.’
‘Yeah, but Sunday… Torchwood never does Sunday lie-ins.’
He grumbled, but then snuggled back deeper against Jack, feeling Jack’s warm breath against his neck as he nuzzled in closer. There was that, he supposed.
Ianto groaned as he rolled over in the bed, bemoaning the fact that it was new and harder than his old bed back at home. Whilst he’d quietly enjoyed the shopping involved in fitting out a nice new house with all nice new furniture that suited his tastes and all matched together nicely, the un-lived-in factor was starting to take its toll. Nothing had that nice squishy slump to it that he could nestle down into. He sighed vexatiously.
‘What is it now?’ Jack asked, moving in the bed beside him and coming to spoon up against his back, arms snaking around him as they tangled themselves impossibly.
He manhandled his pillow again, trying to flatten some of its unnatural plumpness. ‘I was just trying to figure out if any part of this undercover assignment was pleasant.’
‘Well, it’s Sunday and we’re cuddled up in bed with nowhere else to be. Just some quality time together.’
‘In a neighbourhood harbouring a sleeper cell of deadly aliens.’
‘Yeah, but Sunday… Torchwood never does Sunday lie-ins.’
He grumbled, but then snuggled back deeper against Jack, feeling Jack’s warm breath against his neck as he nuzzled in closer. There was that, he supposed.
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