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Challenge 830 - Taken to the cleaners
Title: Taken to the cleaners
Character: Rhys, Gwen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 830 - Wash at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Busy torchwood agents need someone to handle their laundry. A double drabble.
Gwen and Ianto looked like something the cat had dragged in, Rhys thought, as the pair of them stumbled through the apartment doorway. ‘Spared from another world-ending catastrophe, is it?’ he asked.
‘Something like that,’ Gwen replied, closing the gap between them to peck him on the cheek.
‘God, love. No offence, but you’re absolutely minging!’ he said, dodging away, making a note to breathe through his mouth.
‘Yeah, sorry,’ Gwen apologised, tugging off her top. ‘These are destined for the wash.’
Or the bin, more like, Rhys wanted to say.
‘No time to shower,’ Gwen said. ‘Just popped by for some clean clothes and we’re off again. Ianto, you can borrow something from Rhys,’ she said, continuing to peel off garments in front of everyone without any shame. ‘He’s got jeans in there that haven’t fit him for years.’
‘Oi!’
‘Shut your face, it’s true,’ she replied, beginning to rifle through the wardrobe as Ianto reluctantly disrobed as well.
‘Yeah, well, when you get to my age…’ Rhys replied.
Gwen tossed a pair of dark jeans at Ianto. ‘There you go. Rhys’ll pop everything in the wash and you can pick them up later.’
Ianto frowned. ‘It’s dryclean only.’
Gwen and Ianto looked like something the cat had dragged in, Rhys thought, as the pair of them stumbled through the apartment doorway. ‘Spared from another world-ending catastrophe, is it?’ he asked.
‘Something like that,’ Gwen replied, closing the gap between them to peck him on the cheek.
‘God, love. No offence, but you’re absolutely minging!’ he said, dodging away, making a note to breathe through his mouth.
‘Yeah, sorry,’ Gwen apologised, tugging off her top. ‘These are destined for the wash.’
Or the bin, more like, Rhys wanted to say.
‘No time to shower,’ Gwen said. ‘Just popped by for some clean clothes and we’re off again. Ianto, you can borrow something from Rhys,’ she said, continuing to peel off garments in front of everyone without any shame. ‘He’s got jeans in there that haven’t fit him for years.’
‘Oi!’
‘Shut your face, it’s true,’ she replied, beginning to rifle through the wardrobe as Ianto reluctantly disrobed as well.
‘Yeah, well, when you get to my age…’ Rhys replied.
Gwen tossed a pair of dark jeans at Ianto. ‘There you go. Rhys’ll pop everything in the wash and you can pick them up later.’
Ianto frowned. ‘It’s dryclean only.’
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