m_findlow

Title: More to love
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 539 - Scar(s) at slashthedrabble
Summary: Jack is always finding new things to love about Ianto.

As Jack drew lazy circles on Ianto's back with his finger he paused. 'That's new,' he said.

'What's new?' Ianto muffled into the pillow, still half asleep and not quite ready to get up on a day where he didn't have to be up at five in order to appease the hub's residents. There were definitely perks to being the boss, meaning he could do more reasonable hours, leaving the joys of feeding weevils and checking overnight rift readings to other people more than capable of such things. With their proximity to the hub, he could stay in bed until seven thirty if he really wanted to, provided he was prepared to skip breakfast.

It wasn't even seven yet, but Jack was wide awake, making the most of the pale autumn sunshine streaming through their window, seemingly enjoying the view of his partner in bed. Ianto's t-shirt had crept up whilst he'd been asleep, leaving his lower back exposed for Jack's inquisitive fingers, sneakily pulling it further up as he went. Something in his explorations had now caught Jack's attention though.

'There's a mark here that wasn't here yesterday.'

'I'm sure it was.'

'Well, it's the first time I've noticed it.' Jack's fingers traced the tiny mark, half an inch in length.

'Freckle, scar or other?'

'Scar from the looks of things,' Jack said, being purposefully tender. 'When did you get that? More to the point, where did you get it?'

'Don't remember.' It was too early to have to wrack his brain about some new injury that had since healed over. It was small wonder there was an inch of skin left on him that wasn't permanently scarred. Between every end of the world moment, being blown up half a dozen times and an inventory of weevil confrontations that were statistically not survivable, getting injured in the line of duty was just something he'd come to accept. That Jack took each and every papercut to heart was almost more than he could bear.

Jack sat up and leaned over him, giving it a kiss. 'I know it's a bit late for making it better, but...' Once he was done with it, he proceeded on the rest of them. Given the number of places he felt Jack's little ticklish touches, he'd clearly lost count of how many there actually were.

He rolled over on his front but it didn't stop Jack who pulled his t-shirt up higher, working on the front instead. Ianto lay back and ran a lazy hand through Jack's hair, watching him fuss and lavish attention on every little mark. 'I'm waiting for you to tell me I need to be more careful.'

Jack paused and looked up at him. 'I think you just do it so I'll have more places to kiss you.'

'Yes, I'm forever thinking up new ways to throw myself into deadly danger just so it'll give you a reason to ravish my body with your lips. As if you need an excuse.'