Oneshot: Home Time
Dec. 29th, 2010 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
galadriel1010Title: Home Time
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Rhiannon on the phone
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Era: Post Schmoop 'verse CoE
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Jack comes home from a day at work, and everything is domestic
Contains: Fluff, quiet domesticity, sister being a sister
Dedication: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littleni who is being an awesome cheerleader. And to the England cricket team. I LOVE YOU BOYS! (Sorry littleni)
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Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack closed the front door and flipped the latch, dropped his keys into the pot on the side table, hung his coat off and toed off his shoes, bending to stand them side-by-side underneath his coat on the rough mat against the radiator, next to Ianto's work boots and the dress shoes he'd worn for the meeting that afternoon. Ianto's voice was coming from the kitchen, so Jack followed the sound and his nose to find out who Ianto was arguing with.
The phone was clamped between Ianto's shoulder and his ear, and his hands were occupied with kneading dough on the island counter. He smiled up at Jack and flipped the dough over, slapping it down onto the floured surface. “No, Rhiannon, we are not having a wedding shower either. We'll have a quiet stag dinner at Mam's, and that will be it. I don't know if you've noticed, but Jack is pregnant. And we don't need wedding gifts anyway; we have enough furniture, cooking equipment, stationery, soft furnishings and towels to keep us going until the sun explodes.”
Jack came around the island counter and opened the oven to check on what was inside and found himself moved out of the way by hands covered with padded oven gloves so that Ianto could get the Pyrex dish out. He split the dough into four and rounded it off, dropped it into the stew as large, thick dumplings, and pushed it back in the oven. “Fine,” Ianto snapped, leaning back against Jack's hands on his waist, “argue it with Mam. I've said that she can organise our pre-wedding celebrations. Yes, oh. Anyway, Jack's home, so I have to go. Love you.”
He hung up and sighed. Jack slid one hand around to flatten on his stomach and Ianto covered it with his own, lacing their fingers together. “Rhiannon's having clever ideas then?” Jack asked against Ianto's neck.
“Yeah,” Ianto laughed once. “I'm starting to regret teaching her to use Google.”
Jack kissed the side of his neck and rested his chin on his shoulder, using his palm on Ianto's stomach to pull his back flush against Jack's chest. “I don't know why anyone thinks we'd want a wedding or baby shower,” he confessed. “Or where we'd find the time. Speaking of which, how was your meeting?”
“Oh, you know,” Ianto sighed and tipped his head back, exposing his neck to Jack's gentle lips. “Too many egos in too small a space. Jack, stop it.” He pushed him away gently and straightened up, collecting the mixing bowl and scooping the excess flour into it to clean up. “Can you pass me a cloth, please?”
“Sure.” He fished one out of the sink, rinsed it off and tossed it over to Ianto, who caught it one-handed. “Get anything sorted out?”
“Not a lot. But we've managed to select a couple of smaller committees who should get results.”
Jack pulled a face. “That's not what committees are intended for.”
Ianto laughed and turned around to face him again, dropping the cloth on the counter. “Come here.”
“I thought you'd never ask.” Jack crossed the kitchen to Ianto, who rested one hand on his cheek and the other on his hip, pulling him closer and kissing him tenderly, closed lips and chaste.
“Long day,” he smiled at Jack when they broke apart, brushing Jack's hair out of his eyes. “Night in front of the TV after dinner?”
Jack smiled and brushed his nose against Ianto's. “That sounds good.”
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Rhiannon on the phone
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Era: Post Schmoop 'verse CoE
Series: Schmoop 'verse
Summary: Jack comes home from a day at work, and everything is domestic
Contains: Fluff, quiet domesticity, sister being a sister
Dedication: For
littleni who is being an awesome cheerleader. And to the England cricket team. I LOVE YOU BOYS! (Sorry littleni)Beta:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Jack closed the front door and flipped the latch, dropped his keys into the pot on the side table, hung his coat off and toed off his shoes, bending to stand them side-by-side underneath his coat on the rough mat against the radiator, next to Ianto's work boots and the dress shoes he'd worn for the meeting that afternoon. Ianto's voice was coming from the kitchen, so Jack followed the sound and his nose to find out who Ianto was arguing with.
The phone was clamped between Ianto's shoulder and his ear, and his hands were occupied with kneading dough on the island counter. He smiled up at Jack and flipped the dough over, slapping it down onto the floured surface. “No, Rhiannon, we are not having a wedding shower either. We'll have a quiet stag dinner at Mam's, and that will be it. I don't know if you've noticed, but Jack is pregnant. And we don't need wedding gifts anyway; we have enough furniture, cooking equipment, stationery, soft furnishings and towels to keep us going until the sun explodes.”
Jack came around the island counter and opened the oven to check on what was inside and found himself moved out of the way by hands covered with padded oven gloves so that Ianto could get the Pyrex dish out. He split the dough into four and rounded it off, dropped it into the stew as large, thick dumplings, and pushed it back in the oven. “Fine,” Ianto snapped, leaning back against Jack's hands on his waist, “argue it with Mam. I've said that she can organise our pre-wedding celebrations. Yes, oh. Anyway, Jack's home, so I have to go. Love you.”
He hung up and sighed. Jack slid one hand around to flatten on his stomach and Ianto covered it with his own, lacing their fingers together. “Rhiannon's having clever ideas then?” Jack asked against Ianto's neck.
“Yeah,” Ianto laughed once. “I'm starting to regret teaching her to use Google.”
Jack kissed the side of his neck and rested his chin on his shoulder, using his palm on Ianto's stomach to pull his back flush against Jack's chest. “I don't know why anyone thinks we'd want a wedding or baby shower,” he confessed. “Or where we'd find the time. Speaking of which, how was your meeting?”
“Oh, you know,” Ianto sighed and tipped his head back, exposing his neck to Jack's gentle lips. “Too many egos in too small a space. Jack, stop it.” He pushed him away gently and straightened up, collecting the mixing bowl and scooping the excess flour into it to clean up. “Can you pass me a cloth, please?”
“Sure.” He fished one out of the sink, rinsed it off and tossed it over to Ianto, who caught it one-handed. “Get anything sorted out?”
“Not a lot. But we've managed to select a couple of smaller committees who should get results.”
Jack pulled a face. “That's not what committees are intended for.”
Ianto laughed and turned around to face him again, dropping the cloth on the counter. “Come here.”
“I thought you'd never ask.” Jack crossed the kitchen to Ianto, who rested one hand on his cheek and the other on his hip, pulling him closer and kissing him tenderly, closed lips and chaste.
“Long day,” he smiled at Jack when they broke apart, brushing Jack's hair out of his eyes. “Night in front of the TV after dinner?”
Jack smiled and brushed his nose against Ianto's. “That sounds good.”
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:34 am (UTC)*glomps you hard*
runs off to read......
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-12-29 01:27 pm (UTC)Wonderful snippet of their domestic times together.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-01-07 01:10 am (UTC)Why is is big sisters always try to take charge of everything, whether you want them to or not, then organise things the way THEY want - my sister is a lot like this Rhi!
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