Double Drabble: A Slight Problem
Title: A Slight Problem
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-15
Written For: Challenge 757: Limp at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Date night isn’t quite going to plan.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. I’m blaming m_findlow for this one. ;)
Ianto had been looking forward to date night. He and Jack so seldom got the opportunity to spend an entire evening together with no interruptions, but Tosh had promised them the Rift would remain quiet, and that the rest of the team could handle anything else that came up.
So far, everything had gone perfectly. They’d decided to go with the traditional dinner and a movie, managing to get a table at an intimate little restaurant Jack knew of, tucked away in a backstreet. The food had been delicious, the wine delightful, and Ianto couldn’t even fault the movie, which had proved as entertaining as the critics had claimed.
Now, here they were back at Ianto’s house, ready to conclude their evening in their usual enthusiastically energetic fashion, but they’d hit a slight snag.
“Sorry, Ianto.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jack couldn’t even look at his lover, his head bowed, and his hands dangling between his knees as limply as a certain other part of his anatomy.
“Not your fault, we must be more exhausted than I’d thought.”
“It’s not that. You know the alien aphrodisiac I bought? Looks like it has the opposite effect on humans.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-15
Written For: Challenge 757: Limp at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Date night isn’t quite going to plan.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. I’m blaming m_findlow for this one. ;)
Ianto had been looking forward to date night. He and Jack so seldom got the opportunity to spend an entire evening together with no interruptions, but Tosh had promised them the Rift would remain quiet, and that the rest of the team could handle anything else that came up.
So far, everything had gone perfectly. They’d decided to go with the traditional dinner and a movie, managing to get a table at an intimate little restaurant Jack knew of, tucked away in a backstreet. The food had been delicious, the wine delightful, and Ianto couldn’t even fault the movie, which had proved as entertaining as the critics had claimed.
Now, here they were back at Ianto’s house, ready to conclude their evening in their usual enthusiastically energetic fashion, but they’d hit a slight snag.
“Sorry, Ianto.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jack couldn’t even look at his lover, his head bowed, and his hands dangling between his knees as limply as a certain other part of his anatomy.
“Not your fault, we must be more exhausted than I’d thought.”
“It’s not that. You know the alien aphrodisiac I bought? Looks like it has the opposite effect on humans.”
The End