Love Is A Game 10: Cuddling In Darkness
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galadriel1010Title: Cuddling In Darkness
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Jack and Ianto sit through a powercut at the Hub
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto collected together the sections of his report for Jack and tucked them under his arm to carry them over to the coffee machine. He laid them on the side whilst he prepared two mugs of coffee and a bowl of spiral pasta in tomato sauce, then laid them all out on a tray with four forks and the last of the cake from lunch and tucked his report underneath the plate. The lights in the Hub flickered again just as he picked the tray up, and he sighed before turning carefully and carrying it up to Jack's office. “I didn't know if you'd be hungry as well, but I do know you and thought it was fairly likely.”
Jack smiled up at him and leaned forwards to turn his screen off, tidying the papers strewn across his desk into a neat pile in his in-tray. “You have impeccable timing, have I told you that lately?”
“Not lately, sir,” Ianto replied, putting the tray down as soon as there was space for it. “But the sentiment is appreciated.”
“Ianto...” Jack reached out and took Ianto's hand, pulling him until he settled into his lap. Once he was secure and not likely to either escape or fall, Jack wrapped one arm around his waist and cupped his cheek with the other, using it to angle his head for a gentle kiss. They kissed slowly, tongues winding together and teeth nipping gently. When he eventually pulled back, Jack stroked Ianto's cheek once more and kissed the corner of his jaw. “Are you finished for the day?”
“Yeah,” he sighed, tipping his head to the side slightly to give Jack better access. “I brought my report.”
“We'll deal with it in the morning,” Jack told him, and brushed his nose against Ianto's pulse point. “Let's knock off for the night.”
“Okay.” Ianto pushed himself out of Jack's lap, batting off his hands when he tried to pull him back down. “Jack, I'm too heavy to sit in your lap, and I'll be in the way if we want to eat.”
“Later?”
“Maybe,” he conceded. He picked the plate of cake up and set it at the back of Jack's desk, put the report into Jack's in-tray, put two of the forks into the pasta and put the bowl in front of Jack, and, finally, tugged the spare chair over so that he was sitting right next to Jack with their knees brushing together. Jack had picked up the two mugs, and gave Ianto's back to him with a smile. “Thanks,” Ianto said softly, returning his smile.
“No, thank you,” Jack insisted. “You're always looking after me.”
“It's my job,” he pointed out. Then he turned and kissed Jack. “But we both know that's not why I do it.”
They settled down to eat; the heavy forkfuls of soft pasta were delicious and filling in their simplicity, and they were content with enjoying each other's quiet company. About halfway through the meal, the lights died completely, and Ianto swore. “What the Hell?”
Jack squeezed his shoulder and rolled his chair back so that he could get into the bottom drawer for a torch. “Probably the generator, do you think?”
“I don't know,” Ianto sighed and put his fork down. “It could be. Do you want me to go and...”
“No, it's okay,” Jack stood up and kissed his forehead. “I'll go and have a look.”
Ianto nodded and watched him go, then stood up as well and opened the box at the bottom of Jack's bookcase to get at the bag of tealight candles. He set them up around the room, dotting them around the shelves of the bookcase and across Jack's desk, then lit them and the big brass gas-lamp which stood on the top of the bookcase. Heavy footsteps alerted him to Jack's return, and he waved the match out before it burned his fingers. “No luck?” he asked without turning.
Jack sighed and flopped back into his chair; the force pushed it back across the office, from concrete onto carpet, and Ianto turned back as he pulled himself back to the desk. “No luck,” he confirmed. “The fuel connector has got blocked somehow, it'll need replacing, so I've called Tosh and got her to order the part. I'll be delivered to her in the morning and she'll bring it in with her. But we're not in lockdown, so we've not got the emergency lighting.”
“Just you and me, and a dark Hub,” Ianto rested his hands on Jack's shoulders, then reached out with one to collect a forkful of pasta and feed it to Jack. “Do you think we can hold out until morning?”
“We can, but we might as well go home,” he suggested.
Ianto considered this, but shook his head. “The lift's out, and I'm too tired to take the stairs.”
Jack turned immediately and looked up at him in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Jack,” he ruffled Jack's hair and walked around him to sit down again. “It's just been a long day, and there's a lot of stairs.”
“Okay.” They finished the pasta at the desk, and then Jack picked up the plate of cake in one hand and took Ianto's with the other to lead him over to the sofa against the back wall of the office. He dragged a low table over and set the cake and some of the candles on it, then sat down on one end of the sofa and patted his lap. “Lie down.”
“Jack...”
“Humour me?” He asked, pouting slightly. “Come on...”
With a sigh, Ianto pulled off his jacket and tie to hang them on the coat stand, then sat next to Jack and curled sideways, resting his head against Jack's shoulder rather than in his lap. “This do?” he asked.
“It'll do,” Jack agreed, wrapping one arm around Ianto and kissing the corner of his eye. With his other hand he reached out for one of the forks and got a piece of cake. “Open.”
Ianto smiled and wrapped his arms around Jack, letting Jack feed them both. When it was done, Jack squirmed around so that their chests were together, and started combing his fingers through Ianto's hair. “I hope you're not getting crumbs in my hair,” he chided sleepily.
Jack's fingers paused, and he scratched at Ianto's scalp. “Go to sleep, Ianto.”
“Mmm.” He frowned when Jack eased out from under him and crouched in front of him to unfasten his trousers. “Jack?”
“Well, you'll get cross if they're creased,” he pointed out. “I'll go get some blankets, then we can pull the bed bit out...”
“It has a bed bit?” Ianto asked in surprise.
“Yes, it has a bed bit.” He helped Ianto upright and poked him to step out of his trousers, then gestured to his shirt with one hand whilst he moved him out of the way. “Like this.”
“So it does...” Jack disappeared through the hatch into his bunker and returned moments later with an armful of blankets, which he shook out and tossed loosely onto the bed, before guiding Ianto underneath them. In the half-light of the candle-lit office he undressed himself and went around blowing out the candles, dropping them into darkness. “We should do this more often,” he suggested, snuggling up to Ianto.
“Why do we use your bunker if you have a sofa-bed in here?” Ianto asked groggily.
Jack shrugged against him. “I like it down there, and it's more private... And I get to snuggle a lot closer.”
“You're pretty close now,” Ianto pointed out, getting even closer.
“Shh, sleep,” Jack chided. “For you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
Ianto was asleep before he'd finished laughing.
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Characters: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Jack and Ianto sit through a powercut at the Hub
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
Ianto collected together the sections of his report for Jack and tucked them under his arm to carry them over to the coffee machine. He laid them on the side whilst he prepared two mugs of coffee and a bowl of spiral pasta in tomato sauce, then laid them all out on a tray with four forks and the last of the cake from lunch and tucked his report underneath the plate. The lights in the Hub flickered again just as he picked the tray up, and he sighed before turning carefully and carrying it up to Jack's office. “I didn't know if you'd be hungry as well, but I do know you and thought it was fairly likely.”
Jack smiled up at him and leaned forwards to turn his screen off, tidying the papers strewn across his desk into a neat pile in his in-tray. “You have impeccable timing, have I told you that lately?”
“Not lately, sir,” Ianto replied, putting the tray down as soon as there was space for it. “But the sentiment is appreciated.”
“Ianto...” Jack reached out and took Ianto's hand, pulling him until he settled into his lap. Once he was secure and not likely to either escape or fall, Jack wrapped one arm around his waist and cupped his cheek with the other, using it to angle his head for a gentle kiss. They kissed slowly, tongues winding together and teeth nipping gently. When he eventually pulled back, Jack stroked Ianto's cheek once more and kissed the corner of his jaw. “Are you finished for the day?”
“Yeah,” he sighed, tipping his head to the side slightly to give Jack better access. “I brought my report.”
“We'll deal with it in the morning,” Jack told him, and brushed his nose against Ianto's pulse point. “Let's knock off for the night.”
“Okay.” Ianto pushed himself out of Jack's lap, batting off his hands when he tried to pull him back down. “Jack, I'm too heavy to sit in your lap, and I'll be in the way if we want to eat.”
“Later?”
“Maybe,” he conceded. He picked the plate of cake up and set it at the back of Jack's desk, put the report into Jack's in-tray, put two of the forks into the pasta and put the bowl in front of Jack, and, finally, tugged the spare chair over so that he was sitting right next to Jack with their knees brushing together. Jack had picked up the two mugs, and gave Ianto's back to him with a smile. “Thanks,” Ianto said softly, returning his smile.
“No, thank you,” Jack insisted. “You're always looking after me.”
“It's my job,” he pointed out. Then he turned and kissed Jack. “But we both know that's not why I do it.”
They settled down to eat; the heavy forkfuls of soft pasta were delicious and filling in their simplicity, and they were content with enjoying each other's quiet company. About halfway through the meal, the lights died completely, and Ianto swore. “What the Hell?”
Jack squeezed his shoulder and rolled his chair back so that he could get into the bottom drawer for a torch. “Probably the generator, do you think?”
“I don't know,” Ianto sighed and put his fork down. “It could be. Do you want me to go and...”
“No, it's okay,” Jack stood up and kissed his forehead. “I'll go and have a look.”
Ianto nodded and watched him go, then stood up as well and opened the box at the bottom of Jack's bookcase to get at the bag of tealight candles. He set them up around the room, dotting them around the shelves of the bookcase and across Jack's desk, then lit them and the big brass gas-lamp which stood on the top of the bookcase. Heavy footsteps alerted him to Jack's return, and he waved the match out before it burned his fingers. “No luck?” he asked without turning.
Jack sighed and flopped back into his chair; the force pushed it back across the office, from concrete onto carpet, and Ianto turned back as he pulled himself back to the desk. “No luck,” he confirmed. “The fuel connector has got blocked somehow, it'll need replacing, so I've called Tosh and got her to order the part. I'll be delivered to her in the morning and she'll bring it in with her. But we're not in lockdown, so we've not got the emergency lighting.”
“Just you and me, and a dark Hub,” Ianto rested his hands on Jack's shoulders, then reached out with one to collect a forkful of pasta and feed it to Jack. “Do you think we can hold out until morning?”
“We can, but we might as well go home,” he suggested.
Ianto considered this, but shook his head. “The lift's out, and I'm too tired to take the stairs.”
Jack turned immediately and looked up at him in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Jack,” he ruffled Jack's hair and walked around him to sit down again. “It's just been a long day, and there's a lot of stairs.”
“Okay.” They finished the pasta at the desk, and then Jack picked up the plate of cake in one hand and took Ianto's with the other to lead him over to the sofa against the back wall of the office. He dragged a low table over and set the cake and some of the candles on it, then sat down on one end of the sofa and patted his lap. “Lie down.”
“Jack...”
“Humour me?” He asked, pouting slightly. “Come on...”
With a sigh, Ianto pulled off his jacket and tie to hang them on the coat stand, then sat next to Jack and curled sideways, resting his head against Jack's shoulder rather than in his lap. “This do?” he asked.
“It'll do,” Jack agreed, wrapping one arm around Ianto and kissing the corner of his eye. With his other hand he reached out for one of the forks and got a piece of cake. “Open.”
Ianto smiled and wrapped his arms around Jack, letting Jack feed them both. When it was done, Jack squirmed around so that their chests were together, and started combing his fingers through Ianto's hair. “I hope you're not getting crumbs in my hair,” he chided sleepily.
Jack's fingers paused, and he scratched at Ianto's scalp. “Go to sleep, Ianto.”
“Mmm.” He frowned when Jack eased out from under him and crouched in front of him to unfasten his trousers. “Jack?”
“Well, you'll get cross if they're creased,” he pointed out. “I'll go get some blankets, then we can pull the bed bit out...”
“It has a bed bit?” Ianto asked in surprise.
“Yes, it has a bed bit.” He helped Ianto upright and poked him to step out of his trousers, then gestured to his shirt with one hand whilst he moved him out of the way. “Like this.”
“So it does...” Jack disappeared through the hatch into his bunker and returned moments later with an armful of blankets, which he shook out and tossed loosely onto the bed, before guiding Ianto underneath them. In the half-light of the candle-lit office he undressed himself and went around blowing out the candles, dropping them into darkness. “We should do this more often,” he suggested, snuggling up to Ianto.
“Why do we use your bunker if you have a sofa-bed in here?” Ianto asked groggily.
Jack shrugged against him. “I like it down there, and it's more private... And I get to snuggle a lot closer.”
“You're pretty close now,” Ianto pointed out, getting even closer.
“Shh, sleep,” Jack chided. “For you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
Ianto was asleep before he'd finished laughing.
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