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Title:Zen and the art of Coffee-making
Fandom:Torchwood
Characters:Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Prompt:Drink
Word Count:167
Rating:PG, maybe
Summary: Jack muses.
Author's Notes: Um…I’m clearly insane? Slightly crackish, maybe. Dedicated to my Cap’n Jack, empathicfrost . For fanfic100, prompt 60: Drink.
Captain Jack Harkness found pleasure in many things in life; was infamous for it. But if someone had said that watching someone else brew and drink coffee would be something he could spend hours doing, he would have laughed in their face.
That, of course, was before he met Ianto Jones. Ianto made coffee-brewing into an almost Zen-like experience, never rushed, ritualistic, and clearly enjoyable. Of course, Jack’s enjoyment was more due to the look of intense concentration on the Welshman’s face, the delicate hands carefully measuring out beans and sugar, adding cream to the correct cups. Hard not to imagine what Ianto would look like when he was that focused on something else. On Jack. Who had been tempted to drape himself over his desk, covered in coffee beans, just to see if that would ruffle Ianto’s stiff demeanour, if that would draw that same single-minded focus to him.
And, after all, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’d done to seduce a lover.
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for the rest of my fanfic100 fics, see my Big Damn Table.
Fandom:Torchwood
Characters:Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Prompt:Drink
Word Count:167
Rating:PG, maybe
Summary: Jack muses.
Author's Notes: Um…I’m clearly insane? Slightly crackish, maybe. Dedicated to my Cap’n Jack, empathicfrost . For fanfic100, prompt 60: Drink.
Captain Jack Harkness found pleasure in many things in life; was infamous for it. But if someone had said that watching someone else brew and drink coffee would be something he could spend hours doing, he would have laughed in their face.
That, of course, was before he met Ianto Jones. Ianto made coffee-brewing into an almost Zen-like experience, never rushed, ritualistic, and clearly enjoyable. Of course, Jack’s enjoyment was more due to the look of intense concentration on the Welshman’s face, the delicate hands carefully measuring out beans and sugar, adding cream to the correct cups. Hard not to imagine what Ianto would look like when he was that focused on something else. On Jack. Who had been tempted to drape himself over his desk, covered in coffee beans, just to see if that would ruffle Ianto’s stiff demeanour, if that would draw that same single-minded focus to him.
And, after all, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’d done to seduce a lover.
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for the rest of my fanfic100 fics, see my Big Damn Table.