Double Drabble: Fluff Comfort
Title: Fluff Comfort
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Nosy, Jack, Owen, Tosh, Andy, Mickey.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 611: Touch at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Fluffs are the best comfort blankets ever.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto gradually relaxed as he ran his fingers through Nosy’s thick green fluff. It was irresistible, so soft to the touch, and so soothing, especially after a hard day. Nosy was always happy to be petted and stroked.
“How’re you feeling?” Jack sank down on the sofa beside Ianto, his hands automatically reaching for Nosy, who helpfully rearranged itself to accommodate a second pair of hands.
“Sore, bruised; not too bad, considering. Owen says I don’t have a concussion, so that’s something.” Being slammed against a wall by an enraged alien wasn’t fun but it could have been a lot worse.
“Good thing you’ve got a thick head.” Owen ambled over and flopped onto the sofa beside Jack, nursing a bottle of beer. Now Nosy was draped over three laps.
Tosh squeezed in beside Ianto. “Cover story is circulating,” she said, burying both hands in Nosy’s fur.
“Good work, Tosh,” Jack smiled at his tech expert.
“Just doing my job.”
“Glad that’s over with,” said Andy as he and Mickey returned from locking the new alien in the vaults, flopping onto the floor by the sofa. Nosy coiled its tail around them.
There was nothing more comforting than a Fluff.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Nosy, Jack, Owen, Tosh, Andy, Mickey.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 611: Touch at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Fluffs are the best comfort blankets ever.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto gradually relaxed as he ran his fingers through Nosy’s thick green fluff. It was irresistible, so soft to the touch, and so soothing, especially after a hard day. Nosy was always happy to be petted and stroked.
“How’re you feeling?” Jack sank down on the sofa beside Ianto, his hands automatically reaching for Nosy, who helpfully rearranged itself to accommodate a second pair of hands.
“Sore, bruised; not too bad, considering. Owen says I don’t have a concussion, so that’s something.” Being slammed against a wall by an enraged alien wasn’t fun but it could have been a lot worse.
“Good thing you’ve got a thick head.” Owen ambled over and flopped onto the sofa beside Jack, nursing a bottle of beer. Now Nosy was draped over three laps.
Tosh squeezed in beside Ianto. “Cover story is circulating,” she said, burying both hands in Nosy’s fur.
“Good work, Tosh,” Jack smiled at his tech expert.
“Just doing my job.”
“Glad that’s over with,” said Andy as he and Mickey returned from locking the new alien in the vaults, flopping onto the floor by the sofa. Nosy coiled its tail around them.
There was nothing more comforting than a Fluff.
The End