Slashthedrabble Challenge 606 - Private property

[m_findlow]

Title: Private property
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Rhiannon, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 606 - Inconvenient at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto has a visitor who is definitely not welcome right now.

The knock at the door woke Ianto from sleep. God, who could possibly be calling on his at this hour of the day? He checked the clock and realised that it was nearly three in the afternoon, which actually wasn't that inappropriate a time to be knocking at someone's door. What was perhaps inappropriate was that he was still lying naked in bed and he wasn't the only one. Jack was draped over the other half of the bed, completely oblivious to the sound for now.

Begrudgingly, he got up, slipping on the dressing gown he'd left hanging over the chair in the corner of the room before the sound woke Jack. He didn't want to ruin that perfect moment of having Jack in his bed fast asleep. He'd go out there, peek through the spy hole and confirm someone had the wrong apartment, leaving him to slink back to bed.

He padded across the carpet and leaned toward the door, peering into the tiny round glass and nearly jumped back in horror when he saw who was standing outside his door. Christ! What the hell was his sister doing here?

She knocked loudly on the door again. Ianto, I know you're in there. I saw that ridiculously expensive car of yours parked downstairs.

He wanted to tell her it wasn't that expensive but that was going to require him to open the door. Reluctantly he pulled the security latch and opened the door just a few inches. 'What do you want?'

'Oh, and hello to you, too,' Rhiannon replied, frowning at him as she took in the six inch slice of him. 'Did you only just crawl out of bed? Out on the lash last night, was it?'

'It's Saturday,' he replied. 'I'm allowed to sleep in. And you haven't answered my question.'

'I was passing by. Thought I'd stop off for a cuppa. You're always banging on about your bloody coffee.'

The bottom fell out of Ianto's stomach. There was no way he could let her in. Not with Jack here. The one time they'd come back to his. Jesus, if she found out about Jack…. 'Now's not really convenient for me.'

She gave him a skeptical look. 'Because you're hungover?'

'And the place is a mess. Stuff everywhere. How about next time you call ahead?'

She rolled her eyes at him. 'Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. Just thought you might like that I cared.'

He cringed. 'I do, but God, my head,' he said, playing up the hungover story.

She sighed. 'I'm going. Try not to be hungover next Tuesday night for tea, eh?'

'Promise,' he said, shutting the door on her. He flipped the lock before she changed her mind.

'Who was that?' came a voice behind him. Jack stood there in all his naked glory.

'Nobody important,' he replied as Jack's arms snaked around him.

'Good.' He tugged away the dressing gown tie, pushing the garment off Ianto's shoulders. 'Today you're all mine.'