Double Drabble: Inadvisable
Title: Inadvisable
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-15
Written For: Challenge 762: Eye at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is having second thoughts about Jack’s method of passing the time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
There was, Ianto decided, absolutely nothing either sexy or romantic about having sex in complete darkness. Why he’d even let Jack talk him into it in the first place, he hadn’t the faintest idea.
Then again, how else were they supposed to entertain themselves while trapped in a cleaning closet in the basement of the Millennium Centre during a power cut? It wasn’t like they could play I Spy in the pitch dark.
They’d known they wouldn’t be getting out for a couple of hours at least; they’d shut themselves in there to hide from a very aggressive alien while they waited for the rest of the team to arrive. It was just their bad luck the lock had engaged when Jack closed the door behind them…
Ianto should have known getting frisky was a mistake when Jack managed to jab a knee into his middle, leaving him winded and gasping for breath, but he was never one to be deterred by minor discomforts. This, however, was the last straw.
“Ow! Dammit, Jack! Stop poking your finger in my eye!”
“Uh, that’s not my finger.”
“Well whatever it is, I guarantee it doesn’t belong there! Move it or lose it!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-15
Written For: Challenge 762: Eye at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is having second thoughts about Jack’s method of passing the time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
There was, Ianto decided, absolutely nothing either sexy or romantic about having sex in complete darkness. Why he’d even let Jack talk him into it in the first place, he hadn’t the faintest idea.
Then again, how else were they supposed to entertain themselves while trapped in a cleaning closet in the basement of the Millennium Centre during a power cut? It wasn’t like they could play I Spy in the pitch dark.
They’d known they wouldn’t be getting out for a couple of hours at least; they’d shut themselves in there to hide from a very aggressive alien while they waited for the rest of the team to arrive. It was just their bad luck the lock had engaged when Jack closed the door behind them…
Ianto should have known getting frisky was a mistake when Jack managed to jab a knee into his middle, leaving him winded and gasping for breath, but he was never one to be deterred by minor discomforts. This, however, was the last straw.
“Ow! Dammit, Jack! Stop poking your finger in my eye!”
“Uh, that’s not my finger.”
“Well whatever it is, I guarantee it doesn’t belong there! Move it or lose it!”
The End