Drabble_weekly Challenge 275 - Snug enough
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Title: Snug enough
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 275 - Christmas Day at
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Summary: Jack has everything he could want on Christmas morning - or so he thinks. A double drabble.
Jack rolled over in bed and felt the warm body next to him, wrapping his arm tighter around both it and the layers of blankets. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the realisation that it was Christmas morning. He'd always gotten excited about Christmas but today he was content just to lie here in the warm and let the morning drift away. He was with the only person he wanted and that was the best gift anyone could give him. All the rest of the gifts and turkey and goose-fat roasted potatoes could wait another day. Even the snow that had started falling late last night amongst the twinkling Christmas lights couldn't convince him to get out of bed. There would always be another time for snowmen and snow angels and lobbing balls of the cold, powdery white at lovers.
His face nestled deeper into the pillow and he muttered an "I love you so much" against his slumbering partner.
'Jack? Who are you talking to?' Ianto asked, appearing in the doorway. 'Get your backside out of bed unless you want your French toast to get cold. And get that dog out of my side of the bed.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 275 - Christmas Day at
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Summary: Jack has everything he could want on Christmas morning - or so he thinks. A double drabble.
Jack rolled over in bed and felt the warm body next to him, wrapping his arm tighter around both it and the layers of blankets. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the realisation that it was Christmas morning. He'd always gotten excited about Christmas but today he was content just to lie here in the warm and let the morning drift away. He was with the only person he wanted and that was the best gift anyone could give him. All the rest of the gifts and turkey and goose-fat roasted potatoes could wait another day. Even the snow that had started falling late last night amongst the twinkling Christmas lights couldn't convince him to get out of bed. There would always be another time for snowmen and snow angels and lobbing balls of the cold, powdery white at lovers.
His face nestled deeper into the pillow and he muttered an "I love you so much" against his slumbering partner.
'Jack? Who are you talking to?' Ianto asked, appearing in the doorway. 'Get your backside out of bed unless you want your French toast to get cold. And get that dog out of my side of the bed.'