FIC Torchwood (drabble) - "Washing Up"
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fajrdrakoTitle:Washing Up
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Challenge:
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tw100, Domestic ChoresRating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: No spoilers. Cross-posted to my LJ, and tw100.
Washing Up
After the party, Ianto was left to clean up, as always happened: reliable Ianto, left to clean up their shit. Their dirty dishes and their dirty laundry. His job, to be done without complaint. (Fuck it.)
He was up to his elbows in soapsuds when warm arms enfolded him from behind. Lips on his neck. Jack's breath, Jack's scent. The gentle press of Jack's body against his.
"Jack, I'm busy!" said Ianto. He tried to sound serious, but his heart sang.
In the dishwater, Jack's fingers entwined with his. "I'll help," he said.
