Double Drabble: Intrusion
Title: Intrusion
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen.
Rating: NC-17
Written For: Challenge 803: Knock at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto’s evening activities get rudely interrupted.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto would have thought Gwen would have learned her lesson after that rather embarrassing time in the hothouse, but apparently not. It was after hours, the Hub was set to nighttime mode, and the door to Jack’s office was shut, less for the sake of privacy than because it could get a bit draughty. Still, you’d think a closed door might have given Gwen pause. Jack usually only closed it during the day when he was on the phone, or after hours, when he and Ianto were… busy.
Nevertheless, faced with the darkened Hub and the closed door, Gwen simply barged straight in.
“Jack, Andy just called me about…” She trailed off, eyes going wider than ever at the sight of Jack spayed across his desk, naked, with an equally naked Ianto on top.
“Oh my God!” She stood rooted to the spot.
“Not again!” Ianto groaned, burying his red face against Jack’s sweaty shoulder.
Jack tipped his head back. “Gwen, this isn’t a good time. If it’s important, wait outside and we’ll be with you as soon as we can. And for future reference, if the door’s closed, knock and wait to be invited in.”
“Right, sorry.” Gwen fled.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen.
Rating: NC-17
Written For: Challenge 803: Knock at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto’s evening activities get rudely interrupted.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto would have thought Gwen would have learned her lesson after that rather embarrassing time in the hothouse, but apparently not. It was after hours, the Hub was set to nighttime mode, and the door to Jack’s office was shut, less for the sake of privacy than because it could get a bit draughty. Still, you’d think a closed door might have given Gwen pause. Jack usually only closed it during the day when he was on the phone, or after hours, when he and Ianto were… busy.
Nevertheless, faced with the darkened Hub and the closed door, Gwen simply barged straight in.
“Jack, Andy just called me about…” She trailed off, eyes going wider than ever at the sight of Jack spayed across his desk, naked, with an equally naked Ianto on top.
“Oh my God!” She stood rooted to the spot.
“Not again!” Ianto groaned, burying his red face against Jack’s sweaty shoulder.
Jack tipped his head back. “Gwen, this isn’t a good time. If it’s important, wait outside and we’ll be with you as soon as we can. And for future reference, if the door’s closed, knock and wait to be invited in.”
“Right, sorry.” Gwen fled.
The End