Double Drabble: Cooked
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Title: Cooked
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badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 457: Soothe/Soothing at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto isn’t enjoying the unexpected heatwave.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
It’s a roastingly hot day, and Ianto is beginning to think he’s in imminent danger of melting. All he wants right now is to find a patch of unoccupied shade and get out of the sun for a few minutes, in the hopes of staving off heatstroke. Half an hour outside during the hottest part of the day is more than enough for him. He’s Welsh; he’s not designed to withstand temperatures in the nineties! Now he knows how a microwave dinner feels.
To add insult to injury, Jack, who’s supposed to be helping him find whatever it was that came through the Rift, has absconded, leaving him to search alone. Well Ianto hopes his partner will be as uncomfortable on the sofa tonight as he’s feeling right now. Jack deserves to be, especially since he grew up in a hot climate and isn’t at all bothered by the heat.
Ianto takes it all back a few minutes later when Jack reappears with bottles of cold water, bags of crisps to replenish salt, and a pair of battery-operated fans.
As soothing, cool air wafts across his face, he thanks his lucky stars that he has such a caring, thoughtful lover.
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 457: Soothe/Soothing at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto isn’t enjoying the unexpected heatwave.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
It’s a roastingly hot day, and Ianto is beginning to think he’s in imminent danger of melting. All he wants right now is to find a patch of unoccupied shade and get out of the sun for a few minutes, in the hopes of staving off heatstroke. Half an hour outside during the hottest part of the day is more than enough for him. He’s Welsh; he’s not designed to withstand temperatures in the nineties! Now he knows how a microwave dinner feels.
To add insult to injury, Jack, who’s supposed to be helping him find whatever it was that came through the Rift, has absconded, leaving him to search alone. Well Ianto hopes his partner will be as uncomfortable on the sofa tonight as he’s feeling right now. Jack deserves to be, especially since he grew up in a hot climate and isn’t at all bothered by the heat.
Ianto takes it all back a few minutes later when Jack reappears with bottles of cold water, bags of crisps to replenish salt, and a pair of battery-operated fans.
As soothing, cool air wafts across his face, he thanks his lucky stars that he has such a caring, thoughtful lover.
The End
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Date: 2017-07-19 09:47 am (UTC)great drabble
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Date: 2017-07-19 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-19 10:15 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2017-07-19 10:16 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2017-07-23 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-23 10:41 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2017-07-26 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-30 02:57 am (UTC)Aw, so sweet. Maybe once they've found whatever it is, they can reward themselves with a dip at the beach and an ice cream.
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Date: 2017-07-30 08:12 am (UTC)Thank you!