Double Drabble: Ideal Weather
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Title: Ideal Weather
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badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Owen, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 509: Sausage at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather is perfect for a certain outdoor activity.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Sometimes Ianto wished Jack wasn’t so enthusiastic about everything. Honestly, he was like a little kid, getting overexcited at the most ridiculous things. He was practically bouncing all over the Hub, grinning like a maniac, getting necessary work done in double quick time so he and Ianto could leave early.
“What’s got you so excited?” Gwen asked at lunch, amused by Jack’s restless fidgeting.
“It’s outdoor sausage weather!” Jack jiggled in his seat.
Gwen almost choked on her sandwich. “What?”
“My sister’s having a barbecue this evening,” Ianto explained. “Her husband, fancies himself an expert so he’s promised to show Jack how to cook the perfect sausage.”
“Oh. Thank goodness. For a minute there I thought he was talking about… um… something else.”
“Oh no,” Jack assured her. “It’s way too hot at the moment for outdoor sex; we’ll have to wait for the weather to cool down before we try that again. It gets hotter than you might think on rooftops; we both almost burnt our sausages last time.”
Gwen turned an interesting shade of scarlet as Owen clapped his hands over his ears. “Too much information!” he complained. “I’ll never look at barbecued sausages the same way again!”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Owen, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 509: Sausage at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather is perfect for a certain outdoor activity.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Sometimes Ianto wished Jack wasn’t so enthusiastic about everything. Honestly, he was like a little kid, getting overexcited at the most ridiculous things. He was practically bouncing all over the Hub, grinning like a maniac, getting necessary work done in double quick time so he and Ianto could leave early.
“What’s got you so excited?” Gwen asked at lunch, amused by Jack’s restless fidgeting.
“It’s outdoor sausage weather!” Jack jiggled in his seat.
Gwen almost choked on her sandwich. “What?”
“My sister’s having a barbecue this evening,” Ianto explained. “Her husband, fancies himself an expert so he’s promised to show Jack how to cook the perfect sausage.”
“Oh. Thank goodness. For a minute there I thought he was talking about… um… something else.”
“Oh no,” Jack assured her. “It’s way too hot at the moment for outdoor sex; we’ll have to wait for the weather to cool down before we try that again. It gets hotter than you might think on rooftops; we both almost burnt our sausages last time.”
Gwen turned an interesting shade of scarlet as Owen clapped his hands over his ears. “Too much information!” he complained. “I’ll never look at barbecued sausages the same way again!”
The End
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Date: 2018-07-23 12:12 pm (UTC)Great drabble
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Date: 2018-07-23 08:31 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2018-07-23 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-23 08:32 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2018-08-11 10:23 am (UTC)Oh dear. Now I'm starting to regret that sausage I had yesterday. No amount of fund raising for drought stricken farmers is going to replace that visual now!
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Date: 2018-08-11 11:21 am (UTC)Thank you!