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Challenge 790 - Worth it
Title: Worth it
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 790 - Anger at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto's anger isn't enough to put Jack off. A double drabble.
There was no pillow or blanket by the doorway when Jack arrived home. If it was implied that Jack should spend the night on their sofa, then Ianto intended for him to do it without luxury of any kind.
Jack instead ignored the possibility and kept walking into their bedroom, quietly undressing and slipping on his pyjamas before pulling up the duvet and sliding in under it.
Even though he’d been as quiet as a churchmouse, he knew Ianto was awake simply by the way that his body went all stiff at Jack’s arms snaking around him to press up close along his turned back. He was still angry at Jack and trying to give him the cold shoulder but Jack was having none of it. He nuzzled in against Ianto’s neck, nose ticked by the soft brown curls.
‘You can be mad at me all you like, Ianto Jones, and I'll take it because maybe I deserve it, he said. But there’s always going to be times when we’re mad at one another, rightly or wrongly, but it doesn’t mean I'm going to love you any less because of it.’
There was a sigh. ‘I still love you, too.’
There was no pillow or blanket by the doorway when Jack arrived home. If it was implied that Jack should spend the night on their sofa, then Ianto intended for him to do it without luxury of any kind.
Jack instead ignored the possibility and kept walking into their bedroom, quietly undressing and slipping on his pyjamas before pulling up the duvet and sliding in under it.
Even though he’d been as quiet as a churchmouse, he knew Ianto was awake simply by the way that his body went all stiff at Jack’s arms snaking around him to press up close along his turned back. He was still angry at Jack and trying to give him the cold shoulder but Jack was having none of it. He nuzzled in against Ianto’s neck, nose ticked by the soft brown curls.
‘You can be mad at me all you like, Ianto Jones, and I'll take it because maybe I deserve it, he said. But there’s always going to be times when we’re mad at one another, rightly or wrongly, but it doesn’t mean I'm going to love you any less because of it.’
There was a sigh. ‘I still love you, too.’