Er. It's here at last, but it's a bit weird... And precisely 1000 words. I do hope you like it... ^_^ (I confess shadowbyrd helped considerably on this one. It wouldn't have been quite so mad without her, I think. :D)
Knight In Harlequin Armour
That particular Tuesday morning, after returning from a week in London trying to get Torchwood One back on their feet again (that had been interesting, to say the least), Ianto woke to find Jack reading a tawdry romance novel. Yawning as he rolled over and made himself comfortable again, he asked sleepily, “You finished Pokemon, then?”
Jack made a sound of disagreement, absorbed in his book, and after a few moments managed to drag himself away from the unfolding drama and passion long enough to mutter, “Tosh recommended this. Still need to get through the Elite Four, though,” and then went back to reading.
Ianto smiled, and propped himself up enough to have a look at the cover. Mills and Boon – and he should have guessed, really.
Aware that Jack (who seemed to have less than fifty pages to go) was going to be completely out of things until he’d finished the book, Ianto took the opportunity to get out of bed (climbing over Jack and pausing to kiss his forehead on the way, earning himself a distracted smile but nothing more, as Jack couldn’t even tear his eyes away from the page) and go have a leisurely shower, rather than having to rush in the last five minutes before the others started arriving.
He noticed (and wondered what it said about him that he did) that Jack had replaced the old flower-pattern shower curtain with a plain cream one, and smiled to himself, pleased that Jack had had the sense to do some work around the place and take some of the burden off Ianto’s shoulders.
Humming idly to himself, he stepped into the bath, pulling the curtain along the rail and starting the shower. It took a few moments for the water to heat up, and then he was able to relax and start washing away the aches he’d picked up over the last week in London (and last night with Jack).
Eyes closed, humming a few different songs as he remembered them, he felt a tickle against his leg and paused to look down, finding that the shower curtain had started drifting towards him, drawn by the steam and the heat. With a sigh (that was the only real downside of the in-bath shower, as opposed to a separate cubicle) he pushed it back to the side of the bath with his foot, and got on with his wash.
It started drifting back again immediately, so he ended up holding it in place with his foot, trying to avoid splashing soap on it too much.
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Date: 2007-09-23 03:19 am (UTC)Knight In Harlequin Armour
That particular Tuesday morning, after returning from a week in London trying to get Torchwood One back on their feet again (that had been interesting, to say the least), Ianto woke to find Jack reading a tawdry romance novel. Yawning as he rolled over and made himself comfortable again, he asked sleepily, “You finished Pokemon, then?”
Jack made a sound of disagreement, absorbed in his book, and after a few moments managed to drag himself away from the unfolding drama and passion long enough to mutter, “Tosh recommended this. Still need to get through the Elite Four, though,” and then went back to reading.
Ianto smiled, and propped himself up enough to have a look at the cover. Mills and Boon – and he should have guessed, really.
Aware that Jack (who seemed to have less than fifty pages to go) was going to be completely out of things until he’d finished the book, Ianto took the opportunity to get out of bed (climbing over Jack and pausing to kiss his forehead on the way, earning himself a distracted smile but nothing more, as Jack couldn’t even tear his eyes away from the page) and go have a leisurely shower, rather than having to rush in the last five minutes before the others started arriving.
He noticed (and wondered what it said about him that he did) that Jack had replaced the old flower-pattern shower curtain with a plain cream one, and smiled to himself, pleased that Jack had had the sense to do some work around the place and take some of the burden off Ianto’s shoulders.
Humming idly to himself, he stepped into the bath, pulling the curtain along the rail and starting the shower. It took a few moments for the water to heat up, and then he was able to relax and start washing away the aches he’d picked up over the last week in London (and last night with Jack).
Eyes closed, humming a few different songs as he remembered them, he felt a tickle against his leg and paused to look down, finding that the shower curtain had started drifting towards him, drawn by the steam and the heat. With a sigh (that was the only real downside of the in-bath shower, as opposed to a separate cubicle) he pushed it back to the side of the bath with his foot, and got on with his wash.
It started drifting back again immediately, so he ended up holding it in place with his foot, trying to avoid splashing soap on it too much.