you'd had a drink, maybe two
I have nothing useful to say, so have a Torchwood drabble. Unspoilery, because saying there's sexual tension in a Torchwood fic is like saying there's water in the Pacific Ocean.
The Night You Can't Remember (Is the Night I Can't Forget)
Jack strode into the meeting room, letting the door slam behind him. "Okay, everyone. Strip."
Four startled faces turned to him.
"You heard me," he said firmly, tossing his coat aside. "Tosh, why don't you and Owen work out that sexual tension you've got going--it's driving the rest of us up the wall. Gwen, I think you and I have some unfinished business. And Ianto--"
"Sir?" he asked, eyes wide.
Jack grinned. "Do you have your stopwatch?"
It really was a shame, Jack thought later, mixing the retcon into their coffee.
But then, there was always next Tuesday.