Work To Do
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sariagrayTitle: Work to Do
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sariagray
Word Count: 1277
Rating: PG13
Warning: FLUFF! AH! Language, maybe. And some implied sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: I am ridiculously proud that I (think I) managed to pull off fluff. Fluffy, silly, pointless fluff. AND it’s more than one thousand words. All before leaving for work at 5am. This is a miraculous day. Remember how I said that I impose on the boys? Well, I’m having a helluva workday, so Ianto is now suffering. But not really suffering, because Jack’s there. This is forthebuttonontop for being awesome and tolerating my extreme bouncy insanity these past few days. Or, the entire time I've known her. But who's counting!?!
It was half three when Ianto's mobile alarm sounded. He stumbled out of the tiny camp bed, wiping sleep from his bleary eyes, to Jack's mumbled protestations. In the dark, he could feel Jack's warm hand grab for him, making partial contact with his bare thigh. The half-conscious man turned to his side and tried to open his eyes.
"Shh," Ianto whispered. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmmrmph."
"Exactly."
He showered as quickly and as quietly as possible, and dressed with the same aim of speedy silence. Deft fingers knotted his tie (he had grown well-accustomed to dressing in the dark) and smoothed down his jacket. He kissed Jack's forehead, lightly so as not to disturb him again, before he climbed up the ladder into the Captain's office and looked around woefully.
Why the ninth of the month was the chosen deliverable date for seventeen different reports was a complete mystery to him. And of course they were of that particular variety, the ubiquitous type that couldn't be collated in advance to make the task easier. Oh, no. That would be sensible. Sighing, he checked his calendar. UNIT inspection at half nine (and this one was going to be quite thorough, as they all nearly failed last quarter's thanks to Owen). Also, Jack was leaving at noon for a meeting with the PM in London. And it was a Thursday, which meant a full clean-out of the cells and the aerie. Oh, and he couldn't forget the meeting with Owen which he knew would devolve into an argument about his own health and Owen's inability to follow simple instructions.
He lowered his head on Jack's smooth, cold desk and groaned (and when had half of his paperwork migrated here? Why were his folders in Jack's once-empty drawer? Strange, that). He grabbed a pen and pulled a folder closer. He logged into his workstation from Jack's computer with one hand while he flipped through the file with the other, pen between his teeth.
An hour passed and he managed two reports and one form. He hadn't even had an ounce of coffee yet, but getting up now would break his stride and he couldn't afford to do that. Not this early on. Biting his lower lip, he began to create and organize his third report.
There was a scuffle and a groan behind him as Jack ascended, freshly showered and towel-mussed. Ianto didn't look up from his work, a soft "Morning" the only offered indication that he noticed Jack's appearance. For his part, Jack placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to drop a kiss onto the top of his head.
"What've I got today?" he asked, leaning against the desk as he watched Ianto type.
"Hmm. UNIT inspection at half nine. At noon, you've got to leave for your meeting with the PM. Should I get lunch early so you can eat beforehand?"
"Nah, I'll pick something up on the way."
"Are you coming back tonight?"
"Yeah, I should be. It'll be late, though."
Ianto nodded distractedly, eyes still glued to the computer screen. "Take my car; we may need the SUV. I'll have Tosh drop me at the flat. I can't stand another night on that damn bed."
Jack chuckled. "Is this retreat 'I need space,' or 'I much prefer being shagged in a king'?"
"The latter," Ianto smirked. "If I can finish all of this in time, that is."
Raising an eyebrow, Jack peered over at the desk calendar. "Ah. The ninth. And a Thursday. Ouch."
"Yep. And my boss will be most displeased if I don't finish everything on time. Speaking of time, I need to contact Gwen and have her pick up pastries on her way in. I would've done it myself, but someone wouldn't let me leave last night."
"Oops?"
"Yes, well. Do you need your desk? I can move."
Ianto looked up at Jack as he asked, finally breaking his concentration. The Captain seized the opportunity and, with surprising speed, leaned over to give him a proper greeting. Like all of Jack's "proper greetings," this one was drawn out and slow and sensual. They pulled away slowly, matching pairs of eyes twinkling as they caught their breath.
"Nah, I've got to go check the rift predictor and see to a couple of things before UNIT gets here. I'll work at Tosh's station for a bit. But you might want to move before UNIT gets here. Seeing you working at the boss's desk may raise questions. Come to think of it, you might want to move before the others get in. Though I'd love to see their faces -"
"Get to work, Jack." Even though he tried, he couldn't quite hide the amusement in his voice.
Saluting and with a bit of an indulgent smile, the Captain strode out of the office and began his own tasks. The minutes passed and Ianto soon lost himself in his work once more. At quarter to seven, he pulled out his mobile and sent Gwen a text asking her to pick up enough pastries for themselves and three UNIT members (and yes, she would be reimbursed if she remembered to keep the receipt this time).
There was a knock on the door frame and he looked up, confused for a moment about where he was and why someone would be knocking. And then he grinned. Jack stepped in and placed two steaming mugs of coffee on the desk. Ianto grabbed his wrist as he began to retreat and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
"Thanks," he murmured as they pulled away.
Jack shrugged and grinned, grabbing his own mug and sitting opposite Ianto. He took a few tentative sips, first blowing softly on the liquid to cool it. Ianto mirrored his actions, grateful for both the small gesture and the fact that Jack could successfully brew a decent cup of coffee. Drinking it, he sighed happily. Resting the mug on his folded knee, Jack stretched his neck from side to side, then flexed the muscles on his shoulders.
Despite rumors to the contrary, Jack Harkness was not incapable of making coffee. In fact, his coffee was rather good. Ianto wasn't sure why the rumor had started, but he suspected it began shortly after the first cups he had presented the team, spoiling them for life. And Jack wasn't the only one who could make coffee. When pressed, Owen could brew a decent cup. He could brew something fantastic if he was arsed to do so (which he very rarely was). Gwen's coffee was good, better than passable if a bit unnecessarily strong. Tosh's was...manageable, but her tea was always perfect (far better than even his own) if she gave the process her full attention.
"How're the reports coming?" Jack asked through a yawn, interrupting Ianto's errant train of thought.
He yawned in response. "About a quarter of the way done, I think. I hope to be halfway through before UNIT arrives. I may make Gwen set up breakfast in the conference room so I can finish. You think it'll give her a panic attack?"
"Probably," Jack chuckled.
"How's the rift?" Ianto turned fully away from the computer as he asked, settling himself more comfortably in the chair and allowing himself to be drawn into the conversation.
"Surprisingly, it looks like it'll be a fairly slow day. Let's hope, anyway. Coffee okay?"
"Mm, yes. Thanks."
"No problem. You know," Jack began before taking another sip of his own and leaning back in the chair, "leadership suits you. I'm really starting to think that you should take over."
Ianto raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What makes you think I haven't already?"
Jack threw his head back and laughed.
Author:
sariagray Word Count: 1277
Rating: PG13
Warning: FLUFF! AH! Language, maybe. And some implied sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: I am ridiculously proud that I (think I) managed to pull off fluff. Fluffy, silly, pointless fluff. AND it’s more than one thousand words. All before leaving for work at 5am. This is a miraculous day. Remember how I said that I impose on the boys? Well, I’m having a helluva workday, so Ianto is now suffering. But not really suffering, because Jack’s there. This is for
thebuttonontop for being awesome and tolerating my extreme bouncy insanity these past few days. Or, the entire time I've known her. But who's counting!?! Work To Do
It was half three when Ianto's mobile alarm sounded. He stumbled out of the tiny camp bed, wiping sleep from his bleary eyes, to Jack's mumbled protestations. In the dark, he could feel Jack's warm hand grab for him, making partial contact with his bare thigh. The half-conscious man turned to his side and tried to open his eyes.
"Shh," Ianto whispered. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmmrmph."
"Exactly."
He showered as quickly and as quietly as possible, and dressed with the same aim of speedy silence. Deft fingers knotted his tie (he had grown well-accustomed to dressing in the dark) and smoothed down his jacket. He kissed Jack's forehead, lightly so as not to disturb him again, before he climbed up the ladder into the Captain's office and looked around woefully.
Why the ninth of the month was the chosen deliverable date for seventeen different reports was a complete mystery to him. And of course they were of that particular variety, the ubiquitous type that couldn't be collated in advance to make the task easier. Oh, no. That would be sensible. Sighing, he checked his calendar. UNIT inspection at half nine (and this one was going to be quite thorough, as they all nearly failed last quarter's thanks to Owen). Also, Jack was leaving at noon for a meeting with the PM in London. And it was a Thursday, which meant a full clean-out of the cells and the aerie. Oh, and he couldn't forget the meeting with Owen which he knew would devolve into an argument about his own health and Owen's inability to follow simple instructions.
He lowered his head on Jack's smooth, cold desk and groaned (and when had half of his paperwork migrated here? Why were his folders in Jack's once-empty drawer? Strange, that). He grabbed a pen and pulled a folder closer. He logged into his workstation from Jack's computer with one hand while he flipped through the file with the other, pen between his teeth.
An hour passed and he managed two reports and one form. He hadn't even had an ounce of coffee yet, but getting up now would break his stride and he couldn't afford to do that. Not this early on. Biting his lower lip, he began to create and organize his third report.
There was a scuffle and a groan behind him as Jack ascended, freshly showered and towel-mussed. Ianto didn't look up from his work, a soft "Morning" the only offered indication that he noticed Jack's appearance. For his part, Jack placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to drop a kiss onto the top of his head.
"What've I got today?" he asked, leaning against the desk as he watched Ianto type.
"Hmm. UNIT inspection at half nine. At noon, you've got to leave for your meeting with the PM. Should I get lunch early so you can eat beforehand?"
"Nah, I'll pick something up on the way."
"Are you coming back tonight?"
"Yeah, I should be. It'll be late, though."
Ianto nodded distractedly, eyes still glued to the computer screen. "Take my car; we may need the SUV. I'll have Tosh drop me at the flat. I can't stand another night on that damn bed."
Jack chuckled. "Is this retreat 'I need space,' or 'I much prefer being shagged in a king'?"
"The latter," Ianto smirked. "If I can finish all of this in time, that is."
Raising an eyebrow, Jack peered over at the desk calendar. "Ah. The ninth. And a Thursday. Ouch."
"Yep. And my boss will be most displeased if I don't finish everything on time. Speaking of time, I need to contact Gwen and have her pick up pastries on her way in. I would've done it myself, but someone wouldn't let me leave last night."
"Oops?"
"Yes, well. Do you need your desk? I can move."
Ianto looked up at Jack as he asked, finally breaking his concentration. The Captain seized the opportunity and, with surprising speed, leaned over to give him a proper greeting. Like all of Jack's "proper greetings," this one was drawn out and slow and sensual. They pulled away slowly, matching pairs of eyes twinkling as they caught their breath.
"Nah, I've got to go check the rift predictor and see to a couple of things before UNIT gets here. I'll work at Tosh's station for a bit. But you might want to move before UNIT gets here. Seeing you working at the boss's desk may raise questions. Come to think of it, you might want to move before the others get in. Though I'd love to see their faces -"
"Get to work, Jack." Even though he tried, he couldn't quite hide the amusement in his voice.
Saluting and with a bit of an indulgent smile, the Captain strode out of the office and began his own tasks. The minutes passed and Ianto soon lost himself in his work once more. At quarter to seven, he pulled out his mobile and sent Gwen a text asking her to pick up enough pastries for themselves and three UNIT members (and yes, she would be reimbursed if she remembered to keep the receipt this time).
There was a knock on the door frame and he looked up, confused for a moment about where he was and why someone would be knocking. And then he grinned. Jack stepped in and placed two steaming mugs of coffee on the desk. Ianto grabbed his wrist as he began to retreat and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
"Thanks," he murmured as they pulled away.
Jack shrugged and grinned, grabbing his own mug and sitting opposite Ianto. He took a few tentative sips, first blowing softly on the liquid to cool it. Ianto mirrored his actions, grateful for both the small gesture and the fact that Jack could successfully brew a decent cup of coffee. Drinking it, he sighed happily. Resting the mug on his folded knee, Jack stretched his neck from side to side, then flexed the muscles on his shoulders.
Despite rumors to the contrary, Jack Harkness was not incapable of making coffee. In fact, his coffee was rather good. Ianto wasn't sure why the rumor had started, but he suspected it began shortly after the first cups he had presented the team, spoiling them for life. And Jack wasn't the only one who could make coffee. When pressed, Owen could brew a decent cup. He could brew something fantastic if he was arsed to do so (which he very rarely was). Gwen's coffee was good, better than passable if a bit unnecessarily strong. Tosh's was...manageable, but her tea was always perfect (far better than even his own) if she gave the process her full attention.
"How're the reports coming?" Jack asked through a yawn, interrupting Ianto's errant train of thought.
He yawned in response. "About a quarter of the way done, I think. I hope to be halfway through before UNIT arrives. I may make Gwen set up breakfast in the conference room so I can finish. You think it'll give her a panic attack?"
"Probably," Jack chuckled.
"How's the rift?" Ianto turned fully away from the computer as he asked, settling himself more comfortably in the chair and allowing himself to be drawn into the conversation.
"Surprisingly, it looks like it'll be a fairly slow day. Let's hope, anyway. Coffee okay?"
"Mm, yes. Thanks."
"No problem. You know," Jack began before taking another sip of his own and leaning back in the chair, "leadership suits you. I'm really starting to think that you should take over."
Ianto raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What makes you think I haven't already?"
Jack threw his head back and laughed.
The end.
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Date: 2010-12-10 12:33 am (UTC)Poor Ianto though, damn those stupid Thursdays. ^_~
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Date: 2010-12-10 01:28 am (UTC)And yes, Ianto hates Thursdays. Also the 1st, the 5th, the 9th, the 10th, the 15th, the 16th, the 20th, and the 25th. *Sigh* lol ;-)
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Date: 2010-12-10 04:39 am (UTC)Also~ Do you mind if I friend you? :D
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Date: 2010-12-10 04:42 am (UTC)And absolutely! May I friend you back?
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Date: 2010-12-10 05:01 am (UTC)And of course! <333