Fic: Five Times Gwen Cooper saw Ianto Jones Naked
TITLE: Five Times Gwen Cooper Saw Ianto Jones Naked, and One Time She Saw Him Truly Naked
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
RATING: PG-13
WORDS: 6 x 100
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Ianto(hinted), Owen
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood is property of the BBC and RTD.
SUMMARY: See title.
AUTHORS NOTES: It's probably best not to ask where this idea came from. To be honest I'm not entirely sure myself...
(1) Gwen has to admit it’s a surprise the first time it happens. She’s seen Owen naked - she’s slept with him for Christ’s sake. Jack doesn’t know the meaning of the word modesty and she thinks the whole world - past, present and future - have seen Captain Jack Harkness naked at some point. She’s caught glimpses of Tosh in the locker room mirrors. But Ianto comes as a complete surprise.
It’s a few days after the cannibals and he’s stood in the locker room trying to put on a clean pair of trousers.
“Sorry Ianto.” She colours and moves to leave.
“Gwen?”
She turns back.
“Couldn’t give me a hand?”
(2) Gwen knew she was staring, but she couldn’t help it. Owen was attaching gauze to Ianto’s right shoulder where Janet’s distant cousin had decided to make him a tasty treat. That wasn’t what Gwen was staring at though. Ianto’s left arm had mottled burn marks lacing across it in what could almost be described as handprints.
“They’re from Canary Wharf.” Ianto’s voice startled Gwen though it was barely above a whisper.
“They tried to grab me, tried to convert me while the building was burning down.”
Gwen suddenly couldn’t look at Ianto, let alone the scars on his arm.
(3) “Couldn’t pass me a towel?” Ianto asked, colour rising in his cheeks as Gwen suddenly adverted her eyes from his naked and shower wet form.
“Oh, yeah. Here.” She handed him one, trying to look at the ceiling rather than Ianto.
“I know you’re probably not trying to be insulting, but I may need one a bit bigger.” Ianto voiced, causing Gwen to look down and realise that she had in fact handed him a hand towel.
“Oh, eh.” Gwen turned away bashfully, digging out a large bath towel instead and handing it to Ianto, her own blush heightening as their fingers brushed.
(4) “Could someone get me some clothes?” Ianto whined, shivering slightly as he held his dignity in his hands. The rest of the team did nothing but laugh at Ianto’s unfortunate predicament, Jack giving him an appraising look. Ianto glared at Jack and the device still in his hands. Gwen took pity and wrapped Jack’s coat that she still had hold of round Ianto’s shoulders, pulling it closed and standing in front of him until he got his arms in the sleeves.
“Don’t worry we’ll use it on Jack and I’ll get him arrested for indecent exposure.” Gwen whispered in Ianto’s ear.
(5) She didn’t deny it. Barging in on Jack and Ianto going at it in the hothouse had been thrilling. She’d almost wished she’d not said anything and just stood and watched them for a moment. She couldn’t help giggling when she left though. Ianto’s hand had been inside Jack’s trousers and had done nothing to stop when Gwen had barged in. She’d almost been saddened by Ianto pulling on his shirt when he came out. He’d definitely been working out and she had to stop herself biting her lip when she saw sweat glistening off the hair on his chest.
(6) Ianto was sat side on in an office chair in Jack’s office, shirt gone. Jack was kneading over Ianto’s abused shoulder muscles with dexterous hands. He stopped though when he realised Ianto’s shoulders weren’t shaking due to pain. He was sobbing profusely.
Gwen couldn’t see his face as she hovered by Jack’s office door. She did see how his hands flew up to cling onto Jack with vehemence, desperate not to let go for fear of losing someone else. She saw Jack watching her now as Ianto clung onto him like a small child. She gave him a small smile before she slipped out and home to Rhys.
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
RATING: PG-13
WORDS: 6 x 100
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Ianto(hinted), Owen
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood is property of the BBC and RTD.
SUMMARY: See title.
AUTHORS NOTES: It's probably best not to ask where this idea came from. To be honest I'm not entirely sure myself...
(1) Gwen has to admit it’s a surprise the first time it happens. She’s seen Owen naked - she’s slept with him for Christ’s sake. Jack doesn’t know the meaning of the word modesty and she thinks the whole world - past, present and future - have seen Captain Jack Harkness naked at some point. She’s caught glimpses of Tosh in the locker room mirrors. But Ianto comes as a complete surprise.
It’s a few days after the cannibals and he’s stood in the locker room trying to put on a clean pair of trousers.
“Sorry Ianto.” She colours and moves to leave.
“Gwen?”
She turns back.
“Couldn’t give me a hand?”
(2) Gwen knew she was staring, but she couldn’t help it. Owen was attaching gauze to Ianto’s right shoulder where Janet’s distant cousin had decided to make him a tasty treat. That wasn’t what Gwen was staring at though. Ianto’s left arm had mottled burn marks lacing across it in what could almost be described as handprints.
“They’re from Canary Wharf.” Ianto’s voice startled Gwen though it was barely above a whisper.
“They tried to grab me, tried to convert me while the building was burning down.”
Gwen suddenly couldn’t look at Ianto, let alone the scars on his arm.
(3) “Couldn’t pass me a towel?” Ianto asked, colour rising in his cheeks as Gwen suddenly adverted her eyes from his naked and shower wet form.
“Oh, yeah. Here.” She handed him one, trying to look at the ceiling rather than Ianto.
“I know you’re probably not trying to be insulting, but I may need one a bit bigger.” Ianto voiced, causing Gwen to look down and realise that she had in fact handed him a hand towel.
“Oh, eh.” Gwen turned away bashfully, digging out a large bath towel instead and handing it to Ianto, her own blush heightening as their fingers brushed.
(4) “Could someone get me some clothes?” Ianto whined, shivering slightly as he held his dignity in his hands. The rest of the team did nothing but laugh at Ianto’s unfortunate predicament, Jack giving him an appraising look. Ianto glared at Jack and the device still in his hands. Gwen took pity and wrapped Jack’s coat that she still had hold of round Ianto’s shoulders, pulling it closed and standing in front of him until he got his arms in the sleeves.
“Don’t worry we’ll use it on Jack and I’ll get him arrested for indecent exposure.” Gwen whispered in Ianto’s ear.
(5) She didn’t deny it. Barging in on Jack and Ianto going at it in the hothouse had been thrilling. She’d almost wished she’d not said anything and just stood and watched them for a moment. She couldn’t help giggling when she left though. Ianto’s hand had been inside Jack’s trousers and had done nothing to stop when Gwen had barged in. She’d almost been saddened by Ianto pulling on his shirt when he came out. He’d definitely been working out and she had to stop herself biting her lip when she saw sweat glistening off the hair on his chest.
(6) Ianto was sat side on in an office chair in Jack’s office, shirt gone. Jack was kneading over Ianto’s abused shoulder muscles with dexterous hands. He stopped though when he realised Ianto’s shoulders weren’t shaking due to pain. He was sobbing profusely.
Gwen couldn’t see his face as she hovered by Jack’s office door. She did see how his hands flew up to cling onto Jack with vehemence, desperate not to let go for fear of losing someone else. She saw Jack watching her now as Ianto clung onto him like a small child. She gave him a small smile before she slipped out and home to Rhys.