Challenge 838 - Laundry day
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m_findlowTitle: Laundry day
Coat could hear the polished footsteps approaching Jack’s office. Now or never, it thought, throwing itself from the coat stand, dropping into a pile on the floor.
The footsteps approached and Coat heard a sigh as it was picked up from the floor, before it caught just the briefest scrunching of Ianto’s face. ‘Oh, you are well overdue for dry-cleaning,’ he said.
Coat shuddered with glee. Yes! it thought. You have no idea. Jack had been running around all night, and even though Jack was far from the sweatiest man it had ever encountered, there was only so much running an immortal man could do whilst remaining fresh as a daisy. Coat’s collar and underarms were the worst offenders, smelling of stale sweat and alien catching efforts. It was a far cry from being soaked in blood – Jack’s in most cases – or torn by bullets or weevil claws, but Coat also had dignity.
Whilst it was proud of its battle scars, demonstrating the efforts it went to in order to protect the planet, it didn’t mind also being clean and smelling nice. Jack might not consider that a priority, but at least his lover did.
Thank the gods for Ianto.
Character: Ianto, Coat
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 838 - Sweat at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
Summary: Coat is desperate for Ianto to take it to the cleaners. A double drabble.torchwood100Coat could hear the polished footsteps approaching Jack’s office. Now or never, it thought, throwing itself from the coat stand, dropping into a pile on the floor.
The footsteps approached and Coat heard a sigh as it was picked up from the floor, before it caught just the briefest scrunching of Ianto’s face. ‘Oh, you are well overdue for dry-cleaning,’ he said.
Coat shuddered with glee. Yes! it thought. You have no idea. Jack had been running around all night, and even though Jack was far from the sweatiest man it had ever encountered, there was only so much running an immortal man could do whilst remaining fresh as a daisy. Coat’s collar and underarms were the worst offenders, smelling of stale sweat and alien catching efforts. It was a far cry from being soaked in blood – Jack’s in most cases – or torn by bullets or weevil claws, but Coat also had dignity.
Whilst it was proud of its battle scars, demonstrating the efforts it went to in order to protect the planet, it didn’t mind also being clean and smelling nice. Jack might not consider that a priority, but at least his lover did.
Thank the gods for Ianto.
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Date: 2024-11-10 11:02 am (UTC)