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Title: Luxury - Follows on from ‘Seeing The Sights’
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badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Who needs a guidebook to the city’s attractions when their hotel accommodations are so lavishly appointed?
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 537 – Shower Or Bath? at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: Set in my Ghost of a Chance ‘Verse.
The hotel was lavish, with suites of rooms designed for the comfort of every kind of sentient being, since many races that visited Ysbril were very different from humans, with completely alien requirements. The suite they were shown to, however, while only superficially resembling earth hotel rooms, had everything they’d need.
There was a lounge with wide windows offering a panoramic view of Sammastriel, the main port city, and various kinds of seating arranged around what Jack said was a state-of-the-art entertainment centre. In an alcove was a food and drinks dispenser where they could order anything they wanted if they preferred to eat in their rooms, as many guests apparently did.
Off the lounge was a bedroom, also with a panoramic view, although there were fabric shutters that could be drawn across and adjusted to allow varying amounts of light into the room. By contrast, the lounge windows were made of a substance that could be darkened by a control on the wall.
Dominating the bedroom was a massive sleeping platform, at least three times as big as a king-sized bed, and upholstered in lush, furry, cobalt blue fabric. Pillows and cushions in various colours were piled at both ends, and drawers beneath were well stocked with a wide variety of blankets, quilts, and throws for sleepers to cover themselves with. The wall opposite the window comprised built-in storage for guests’ clothing and luggage.
The floors throughout the suite were covered with what Ianto at first took to be ankle-deep blue-green fur, but which Jack explained was actually a living covering similar to grass, favoured for its self-cleaning properties.
Both the rooms were vast, Ianto could have fitted his whole flat back in Cardiff into the lounge, probably with room to spare, but it was the bathroom that really took his breath away. It contained all the necessary plumbing features, albeit in unfamiliar configurations. There was a partitioned off water closet, with helpful instructions on its use, complete with diagrams, written in Galactic Standard on a wall plaque. There were washbasins against one wall of a style Ianto had seen before, stored in the Torchwood Three archives, and then there were the main bathing facilities.
The shower, or perhaps more of a wet room, was big enough for ten people to use at once, with jets to spray water from all sides, while the bath could almost have doubled as a swimming pool. Ianto just stood and gaped.
He’d grown used to the sonic showers aboard the Wanderer, they left him feeling perfectly clean, but he did miss bathing in hot water. Now the opportunity to do so again, for as long as he wanted, without having to worry about wasting a precious resource, was almost more than he could comprehend.
Jack was speaking.
“Huh?” Ianto turned towards his lover, blinking.
“I said are you alright?”
“Fine. Just trying to decide whether to have a bath or a shower first.” He could happily spend his whole vacation right here…
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Who needs a guidebook to the city’s attractions when their hotel accommodations are so lavishly appointed?
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 537 – Shower Or Bath? at
slashthedrabble.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: Set in my Ghost of a Chance ‘Verse.
The hotel was lavish, with suites of rooms designed for the comfort of every kind of sentient being, since many races that visited Ysbril were very different from humans, with completely alien requirements. The suite they were shown to, however, while only superficially resembling earth hotel rooms, had everything they’d need.
There was a lounge with wide windows offering a panoramic view of Sammastriel, the main port city, and various kinds of seating arranged around what Jack said was a state-of-the-art entertainment centre. In an alcove was a food and drinks dispenser where they could order anything they wanted if they preferred to eat in their rooms, as many guests apparently did.
Off the lounge was a bedroom, also with a panoramic view, although there were fabric shutters that could be drawn across and adjusted to allow varying amounts of light into the room. By contrast, the lounge windows were made of a substance that could be darkened by a control on the wall.
Dominating the bedroom was a massive sleeping platform, at least three times as big as a king-sized bed, and upholstered in lush, furry, cobalt blue fabric. Pillows and cushions in various colours were piled at both ends, and drawers beneath were well stocked with a wide variety of blankets, quilts, and throws for sleepers to cover themselves with. The wall opposite the window comprised built-in storage for guests’ clothing and luggage.
The floors throughout the suite were covered with what Ianto at first took to be ankle-deep blue-green fur, but which Jack explained was actually a living covering similar to grass, favoured for its self-cleaning properties.
Both the rooms were vast, Ianto could have fitted his whole flat back in Cardiff into the lounge, probably with room to spare, but it was the bathroom that really took his breath away. It contained all the necessary plumbing features, albeit in unfamiliar configurations. There was a partitioned off water closet, with helpful instructions on its use, complete with diagrams, written in Galactic Standard on a wall plaque. There were washbasins against one wall of a style Ianto had seen before, stored in the Torchwood Three archives, and then there were the main bathing facilities.
The shower, or perhaps more of a wet room, was big enough for ten people to use at once, with jets to spray water from all sides, while the bath could almost have doubled as a swimming pool. Ianto just stood and gaped.
He’d grown used to the sonic showers aboard the Wanderer, they left him feeling perfectly clean, but he did miss bathing in hot water. Now the opportunity to do so again, for as long as he wanted, without having to worry about wasting a precious resource, was almost more than he could comprehend.
Jack was speaking.
“Huh?” Ianto turned towards his lover, blinking.
“I said are you alright?”
“Fine. Just trying to decide whether to have a bath or a shower first.” He could happily spend his whole vacation right here…
The End
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Date: 2019-08-27 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-27 08:06 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2019-09-07 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-07 01:12 pm (UTC)Ianto will still insist on sightseeing though, it's his first civilised alien planet and he wants to do the whole tourist bit ;)
Thank you!