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Challenge 437 - Little white nothing
Title: Little white nothing
Author: m_findlow
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Rating: PG
Challenge: 437 - Nothing
Notes: A double drabble in which Ianto's suspicions are well founded.
It was hours since anyone had heard a peep from Jack's office. It was rare that anything captured his attention so completely, unless it was Ianto, in which case quiet was not a word to describe it. It worried Ianto more than most, knowing Jack as he did. He went to check on him.
'Hey.'
'Hey,' Jack replied.
'What are you doing?' Ianto asked.
'Nothing,' he replied blithely.
Ianto put his hands on his hips and gave Jack a hard stare.
'Why is it that you always think I'm going to believe you and eat up that obvious buffet of lies? Whenever you say you're not doing anything, I know that means you're very much up to something, and in all likelihood, something I don't approve of.'
Jack got up and swept around his desk, wrapping up Ianto in his arms.
'I promise you, cariad, there's nothing at all. Just another boring day at Torchwood.' He kissed Ianto deeply.
Boring. Huh, that'd be the day, he thought ruefully, but at least enjoying Jack's tongue in his mouth, closing his eyes.
Jack took the opportunity to slip the small box back in his pocket. Nothing indeed, he grinned. More like everything.
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