Double Drabble: Isn’t It Romantic
Title: Isn’t It Romantic
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 485: Weather at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Romance is where you find it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
If anyone had ever told him that being outside on such a miserably rainy Cardiff day could be romantic, Ianto would have laughed in their face. There was nothing remotely romantic about getting drenched, and yet…
“Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky, stormy weather,” Jack crooned softly as they stood beneath the spreading branches of a Welsh Oak in Bute Park, watching the rain pouring down a few metres away, hammering into the green expanse of lawn.
Jack was standing behind Ianto, his chin on his lover’s shoulder, his arms looped lightly around Ianto’s waist, slowly swaying them both from side to side in something that was almost but not quite a dance.
The skies overhead were leaden and grey, both men were distinctly wet from being caught in the deluge while retrieving the latest gift from the Rift, but none of that mattered right now. All Ianto cared about was the warmth of Jack’s arms around him, and the sound of his Captain’s beautiful voice in his ear as Jack ran through his extensive repertoire of rainy day songs.
Let it rain forever if it must; almost anything could be romantic in the right company.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 485: Weather at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Romance is where you find it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
If anyone had ever told him that being outside on such a miserably rainy Cardiff day could be romantic, Ianto would have laughed in their face. There was nothing remotely romantic about getting drenched, and yet…
“Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky, stormy weather,” Jack crooned softly as they stood beneath the spreading branches of a Welsh Oak in Bute Park, watching the rain pouring down a few metres away, hammering into the green expanse of lawn.
Jack was standing behind Ianto, his chin on his lover’s shoulder, his arms looped lightly around Ianto’s waist, slowly swaying them both from side to side in something that was almost but not quite a dance.
The skies overhead were leaden and grey, both men were distinctly wet from being caught in the deluge while retrieving the latest gift from the Rift, but none of that mattered right now. All Ianto cared about was the warmth of Jack’s arms around him, and the sound of his Captain’s beautiful voice in his ear as Jack ran through his extensive repertoire of rainy day songs.
Let it rain forever if it must; almost anything could be romantic in the right company.
The End