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m_findlowTitle: Touchy feely
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 460 - Amnesty, using Challenge 198 - Grope at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto draws the line at certain alien interactions. A double drabble.
Ianto had to put up with a lot of unsavoury things in his line of work. He was forever running places, causing him to get hot and sweaty underneath all the layers of neat suit, shirt and tie; constantly trawling through places that were caked in dust and cobwebs and other kinds of filth; and he was confronted by and covered with all manner of blood and other bodily fluids, of which most didn’t belong to him.
And that wasn’t the worst of it. Some aliens were downright rude and ungrateful, whilst others took it even further than that, pointing guns and shooting at them, wanting them dead or at last seriously harmed.
Just when Ianto thought he’d had to put up with everything Torchwood could throw at him, it threw him yet another curveball.
‘Oi!’ he yelled, twirling around with a face full of fury. The alien just blinked at him, since it couldn’t speak, face full of innocence.
‘What’s the problem?’ Jack asked, following from behind, keeping the alien between them.
‘It just groped my arse!’
Jack leaned sideways, curving his neck so he could see around the creature. ‘Well, it is a very nice arse. I would.’
Ianto had to put up with a lot of unsavoury things in his line of work. He was forever running places, causing him to get hot and sweaty underneath all the layers of neat suit, shirt and tie; constantly trawling through places that were caked in dust and cobwebs and other kinds of filth; and he was confronted by and covered with all manner of blood and other bodily fluids, of which most didn’t belong to him.
And that wasn’t the worst of it. Some aliens were downright rude and ungrateful, whilst others took it even further than that, pointing guns and shooting at them, wanting them dead or at last seriously harmed.
Just when Ianto thought he’d had to put up with everything Torchwood could throw at him, it threw him yet another curveball.
‘Oi!’ he yelled, twirling around with a face full of fury. The alien just blinked at him, since it couldn’t speak, face full of innocence.
‘What’s the problem?’ Jack asked, following from behind, keeping the alien between them.
‘It just groped my arse!’
Jack leaned sideways, curving his neck so he could see around the creature. ‘Well, it is a very nice arse. I would.’
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