Title: Past experience
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 277 - In another life at
drabble_weekly
Summary: Ianto's hobby is taking on a life of its own. A double drabble.
Jack could smell the delicious aromas seeping from their lakeside cottage even before he got anywhere near the front door. There was cinnamon and brown sugar and something else tropical smelling, and it made his mouth water as he shoved through the door.
'I'm home!' Jack called out, proceeding through to the kitchen and snaffling a caramel coloured biscuit from a tray holding two dozen. It was still warm and chewy as he bit into it. 'Gods, Ianto,' he said, muffling the words around the taste of butter and molasses. 'Are you sure you weren't a famous pastry chef in a former life?'
Calling Ianto's baking a mere hobby was becoming an understatement. There was hardly a day he didn't whip up a batch of something, or several somethings, and their neighbours were starting to reap the benefits. He made the best coffee in the universe, and now he was adding baking to that list of extraordinary talents.
'I finished those reports you gave me hours ago,' he replied, being bashful at Jack's praise. 'I was just filling in time.'
Jack stole another biscuit. 'If you're going to keep filling in time like this, I'm going to start filling out.'
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 277 - In another life at
Summary: Ianto's hobby is taking on a life of its own. A double drabble.
Jack could smell the delicious aromas seeping from their lakeside cottage even before he got anywhere near the front door. There was cinnamon and brown sugar and something else tropical smelling, and it made his mouth water as he shoved through the door.
'I'm home!' Jack called out, proceeding through to the kitchen and snaffling a caramel coloured biscuit from a tray holding two dozen. It was still warm and chewy as he bit into it. 'Gods, Ianto,' he said, muffling the words around the taste of butter and molasses. 'Are you sure you weren't a famous pastry chef in a former life?'
Calling Ianto's baking a mere hobby was becoming an understatement. There was hardly a day he didn't whip up a batch of something, or several somethings, and their neighbours were starting to reap the benefits. He made the best coffee in the universe, and now he was adding baking to that list of extraordinary talents.
'I finished those reports you gave me hours ago,' he replied, being bashful at Jack's praise. 'I was just filling in time.'
Jack stole another biscuit. 'If you're going to keep filling in time like this, I'm going to start filling out.'