Double Drabble: Getting Ready
Title: Getting Ready
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 547: Lace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack needs a hand getting ready for a night out.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Jack, have you got a moment?” Gwen said pushing open Jack’s office door. “I’ve had an idea ab… Oh my God!” She stopped in her tracks, staring in disbelief at the sight that met her eyes; Jack, in sheer stockings, suspender belt, stiletto heels, and pale blue frilly undies.
“Gwen! Perfect, can you give me a hand? Ianto usually helps me lace my corset, but he had to go help Owen with a Weevil sighting and I promised I’d be ready by the time he got back. We don’t want to be late; the dance starts at eight and I still have to do my hair and makeup.”
“Um…” Gwen didn’t move, eyes wide.
“Gwen?”
“You have better legs than I do! How is that fair?”
“Fifty-first century genetics,” Jack said smugly. “Corset? Please? I’ll never get into my dress otherwise.”
“Right, of course, sorry.” Gwen scurried across the room, reaching for the corset laces. “How tight do you want it?”
“Not very, it just needs to draw my waist in an inch or so.”
“Why wear a full corset and not just a girdle then?”
Jack adjusted his chest, smirking. “Gotta have something to keep my falsies in place!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 547: Lace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack needs a hand getting ready for a night out.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Jack, have you got a moment?” Gwen said pushing open Jack’s office door. “I’ve had an idea ab… Oh my God!” She stopped in her tracks, staring in disbelief at the sight that met her eyes; Jack, in sheer stockings, suspender belt, stiletto heels, and pale blue frilly undies.
“Gwen! Perfect, can you give me a hand? Ianto usually helps me lace my corset, but he had to go help Owen with a Weevil sighting and I promised I’d be ready by the time he got back. We don’t want to be late; the dance starts at eight and I still have to do my hair and makeup.”
“Um…” Gwen didn’t move, eyes wide.
“Gwen?”
“You have better legs than I do! How is that fair?”
“Fifty-first century genetics,” Jack said smugly. “Corset? Please? I’ll never get into my dress otherwise.”
“Right, of course, sorry.” Gwen scurried across the room, reaching for the corset laces. “How tight do you want it?”
“Not very, it just needs to draw my waist in an inch or so.”
“Why wear a full corset and not just a girdle then?”
Jack adjusted his chest, smirking. “Gotta have something to keep my falsies in place!”
The End