Slashthedrabble Challenge 640 - Tis the season

[m_findlow]

Title: Tis the season
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 640 - Seasonal at slashthedrabble
Summary: Ianto forgot what date today was and came unprepared for Jack's onslaught.


Ianto sighed as he pushed open the door to the tourist office, travel mug of coffee gripped securely in his other hand as he suddenly braced for impact. First of December. Of course he should have known better and been prepared for this, he thought, spotting first the sprig of mistletoe handing over the door, then spotting several more hung strategically over his chair behind the counter, in the doorway with the beaded curtain, more hanging wedged inside the door that led to the inner lift and no doubt a few extra bits he hadn't yet spotted. You had to have an eagle eye to spot them all, though Ianto was confident that there was scarcely a place he could stand anywhere that wouldn't put him directly in the line of fire.

He rounded the counter and pressed the button on the underside, watching as the dense sprig of green caused the door to struggle open. He glared up at it and sighed, walking through and waiting to be assailed at any moment.

He made it almost all the way to his desk before Jack made an appearance. At least there was some benefit to having been too busy to fix the cogwheel door's lights and klaxons. It was far easier to sneak in - and out - of the hub.

'Hello there, gorgeous,' Jack said, grinning from ear to ear as he wasted no time grabbing Ianto by the hips and pulling him in for a kiss.

'You do know you don't need all this mistletoe, don't you?' Ianto said once he was allowed control of his lips once more.

'It's seasonal,' Jack argued, 'and we should celebrate the season.'

'Oh, I didn't realise that kisses weren't forthcoming the rest of the year.' In Ianto's opinion, Jack got more than his fair share, and rarely ever needed to beg for them. Begging was a whole other game, and one that Jack enjoyed just as much.

'Well, maybe not from you,' Jack said, 'but you do know that mistletoe means you can kiss anyone standing under it, right?'

Ianto rolled his eyes theatrically. 'How could I forget when you turn this place into a shrine for seasonal herbs?' At least it was only one month of the year. 'Just don't let me find your festive lips wandering anywhere near Owen.'

Jack smirked, leaning his hip casually against the desk. 'Why? Jealous that maybe I'll enjoy Owen's kisses more than I enjoy yours?'

'No, I just don't want to have to deal with icing your black eye afterwards. That's the only part of your face Owen will be interested in getting up close and personal with, no matter what season it is. It'd take an awful lot of mistletoe to kiss that better.'

Jack hummed and smiled. 'Sounds like you'd make it worth my while.'

Ianto grabbed a fistful of Jack's shirt, pulling him right up close. 'How about you just stick to kissing someone who's a safe bet?'

'No arguments from me.'