Anythingdrabble Challenge 202 - Wrapped up

[m_findlow]

Title: Wrapped up
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Owen, Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 202 - Blush at anythingdrabble
Summary: Ianto finds his latest assignment a little more involved than he expected.


Gwen and Owen stood in front of that cell door as Jack showed off their latest guest.

'How many legs is that?' Gwen asked. 'Or is it arms?'

Owen snorted. 'Trust you to bring home something tentacled, Harkness.'

Jack ignored the insult. 'She's an interesting creature. She may also be close to maturity. Sexually, that is.'

'Think you can keep it in your pants this time, Owen?' Gwen teased.

'Just so long as she's not emitting some freaky cocktail of mind altering pheromones, I think I can manage. Not like you haven't got form on that front, PC Cooper. You were snogging the life out of the last one. If she hadn't been anti-leso you'd have taken it all the way to third base.' That shut her up.

'Are you two done?' Jack asked. 'She won't be staying long. I've already reached out to a passing cargo cruiser who can drop her back home. Our job is just to make her comfortable until then.'
'Sounds like a job for Ianto,' Owen replied.

Jack agreed but not long after, he got a frantic call over his comms, demanding immediate assistance. When Jack raced down to the cells, he could see what had Ianto in such a panic. He was wrapped up in tentacles.

Jack smirked. 'I think she likes you, Ianto. Personally, I can totally see the appeal.'

'It's trying to smother me!'

'She's just feeling you out.'

'Well, could she maybe feel me out a little bit less? As in, not at all?'

'Not enjoying it?'

'Not particularly.

'Your face says otherwise. I do believe you've got a little bit of blush in those lovely cheeks of yours.'

Ianto's face turned an even more furious shade of pink. 'Never mind what my face says! Just get her off!'

Jack gave Ianto a teasing smile. 'Now there's an offer.'

'Always you with the bloody double entendres. You know what I mean! Detached!'

Jack sighed. 'You're no fun,' he said, beginning to gently prise away the curious tentacles. 'Sorry, sweetheart, but my boyfriend turns out to be the monogamous type. More of a disappointment for me than it is for you.'

'Oh, har har.'

'You should be chuffed, Ianto. Here I was thinking Owen would be the one to get a little frisky.'

'I wasn't…' He sighed. 'I only came down to try and figure out what she might prefer as food, not to be food.'

'You make quite the tasty treat. I can attest to that.'

'Shut up,' he said, finally able to wriggle his way free, and brushing himself off. 'I don't think I've ever been so mortified in my life.'

'Really? Not even when Tosh found that CCTV we accidentally forgot to delete? Not even when Gwen busted us in the hothouse? Not even when Owen heard your moaning from the morgue all the way up through to his autopsy bay four floors up?'

Ianto flushed pink once more. 'I take it back. She's perfectly well-mannered compared to you.'