After another few moments he became aware that it was slowly enveloping his foot and lower leg, and he had to stop and unwrap it by hand. It clung to his fingers unexpectedly, until he pulled back, at which point it visibly returned to his leg and started winding its way up his thigh.
Startled, Ianto pushed it away again, only for it to tighten, the middle swaying forward to wrap itself around his forearm and cling to his waist.
He pulled away with a yelp, dropping the soap and trying to get it off his leg, his back pressed up against the opposite wall. It refused to let go, the rest of the lower edge swaying in and reaching out to embrace him instead.
Ianto couldn’t help it. He shrieked, “Jack! Help!” and struggled out of the bath, fighting his way out of the shower curtain and then tripping when it hung onto his leg, rolling over and trying to unwind it from him with both hands, and getting nowhere.
“What’s wrong?” Jack called from the bedroom, apparently too engrossed in his book to come dashing to Ianto’s aid.
“I’m being attacked!” Ianto yelled back, trying to kick the shower curtain off him. “For God’s sake do something!”
He heard the bedsprings go (at last) and then the door opened, Jack asking, “What the hell – oh. Cedric, behave.”
He moved past Ianto to give the shower curtain a resounding slap in the middle, and it let go of Ianto’s leg, withdrawing sharply as Ianto scrambled backwards, away from it. Then Jack turned and gave him a hand up, saying, “Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I was too busy catching up with everything.”
“Cedric,” Ianto said flatly.
Jack gave him a sheepish grin, and said, “Yeah. He came through the Rift a few days ago. He’s harmless. Very affectionate, too. I think he likes you.”
“And you decided to hang him up as a shower curtain because…?”
Jack shrugged. “He likes it there. Warm and damp, just his conditions. Besides, he’s really handy for getting to all those hard-to-reach spots. And as long as you treat him right he’s no trouble. He just needs a firm hand.”
Ianto stared at him blankly, half amazed that Jack would consider this perfectly normal, and half amazed that he’d managed to make his explanation sound so incredibly filthy.
“No,” he said after a moment. “Just, no. I’m not having a sentient shower curtain. He can go somewhere else.”
Pouting, Jack told him, “I can’t throw him out. He’s already paid a month’s rent.”
“He’s a shower curtain,” Ianto said disbelievingly. “He hasn’t even got pockets. How the hell has he paid –” and then he stopped, looking at Jack’s growing grin, and didn’t even bother to finish his sentence.
“If that’s all,” Jack said, smiling brightly at him, “you were in the middle of your shower, and I’ve got fifteen pages to go.”
He pushed Cedric aside to reach into the bath and fetch the soap, slapping it into Cedric’s eager folds and turning to leave. Ianto stopped him with a hand on his chest, and snapped his fingers at Cedric.
“I’ll let you finish your book later,” he promised, as Cedric obediently handed him the soap, and he in turn slapped it back into Jack’s hand.
“But for now,” he said, waiting for Jack to start smirking, “you have other things to do.”
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Startled, Ianto pushed it away again, only for it to tighten, the middle swaying forward to wrap itself around his forearm and cling to his waist.
He pulled away with a yelp, dropping the soap and trying to get it off his leg, his back pressed up against the opposite wall. It refused to let go, the rest of the lower edge swaying in and reaching out to embrace him instead.
Ianto couldn’t help it. He shrieked, “Jack! Help!” and struggled out of the bath, fighting his way out of the shower curtain and then tripping when it hung onto his leg, rolling over and trying to unwind it from him with both hands, and getting nowhere.
“What’s wrong?” Jack called from the bedroom, apparently too engrossed in his book to come dashing to Ianto’s aid.
“I’m being attacked!” Ianto yelled back, trying to kick the shower curtain off him. “For God’s sake do something!”
He heard the bedsprings go (at last) and then the door opened, Jack asking, “What the hell – oh. Cedric, behave.”
He moved past Ianto to give the shower curtain a resounding slap in the middle, and it let go of Ianto’s leg, withdrawing sharply as Ianto scrambled backwards, away from it. Then Jack turned and gave him a hand up, saying, “Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I was too busy catching up with everything.”
“Cedric,” Ianto said flatly.
Jack gave him a sheepish grin, and said, “Yeah. He came through the Rift a few days ago. He’s harmless. Very affectionate, too. I think he likes you.”
“And you decided to hang him up as a shower curtain because…?”
Jack shrugged. “He likes it there. Warm and damp, just his conditions. Besides, he’s really handy for getting to all those hard-to-reach spots. And as long as you treat him right he’s no trouble. He just needs a firm hand.”
Ianto stared at him blankly, half amazed that Jack would consider this perfectly normal, and half amazed that he’d managed to make his explanation sound so incredibly filthy.
“No,” he said after a moment. “Just, no. I’m not having a sentient shower curtain. He can go somewhere else.”
Pouting, Jack told him, “I can’t throw him out. He’s already paid a month’s rent.”
“He’s a shower curtain,” Ianto said disbelievingly. “He hasn’t even got pockets. How the hell has he paid –” and then he stopped, looking at Jack’s growing grin, and didn’t even bother to finish his sentence.
“If that’s all,” Jack said, smiling brightly at him, “you were in the middle of your shower, and I’ve got fifteen pages to go.”
He pushed Cedric aside to reach into the bath and fetch the soap, slapping it into Cedric’s eager folds and turning to leave. Ianto stopped him with a hand on his chest, and snapped his fingers at Cedric.
“I’ll let you finish your book later,” he promised, as Cedric obediently handed him the soap, and he in turn slapped it back into Jack’s hand.
“But for now,” he said, waiting for Jack to start smirking, “you have other things to do.”