Christmas Invasion
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sariagrayTitle: Christmas Invasion
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sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG? If that.
Word Count: 1112
Spoilers: None!
Warnings: Fluff. Fluffy fluff domestic Christmas happenings. Also, unbeta'd and posted super-fast.
Disclaimer: Unless Santa brings me the rights to Torchwood for Christmas, I don't own them.
Author's Note: I have approximately 3248 things to do. Because of that simple fact, I ended up writing fic. Fluffy fic, at that. This ALWAYS happens. So, Happy Whatever-Holiday-You-Celebrate (even if the holiday is conspicuously titled "Day Off From Work Day"). Enjoy!
Even before opening his eyes, Ianto reaches his hand behind him. Cold, wrinkled cotton greets him. He sighs, stretches, and propels his legs off of the bed. His feet, sufficiently covered in thick wool socks that Jack teases him for wearing, caress the carpet as he curls his toes. Finally, after a particularly disconcerting yawn, he opens his eyes to the darkness of his bedroom and checks his alarm clock. Just after one in the morning.
He doesn’t bother with the lights because he doesn’t particularly feel the need to fully wake up. He pads down the short hallway in pyjama bottoms and the socks silence his shuffling steps. He thinks to peer outside, see if the SUV is still sat in its spot or if perhaps Jack had taken it on a call somewhere. If it had been a small enough issue, he wouldn’t wake Ianto. At least, he hadn’t done in the past few months. He starts for the living room window when, through half-closed eyes, he notices the light is on in the kitchen. A warm glow emanates from that room and something beeps. He pads over, a little more quickly, and is just in time to see Jack open the oven door.
The enigma that is Jack peers into the cavernous space and tuts at it, shutting the door again and resetting the timer on the stove. He puts the kettle on the stove, turns on the burner, and starts to hum distractedly as he looks around.
Ianto rubs his eyes and blinks at the scene before him, his confusion obvious in his hesitation to enter the kitchen. Jack catches him watching and grins. Ianto frowns in response.
“You’re baking,” he says, his voice thick with sleep and accusation.
“Seems to be the case.”
“In my kitchen.”
“I was aware, yes,” Jack chuckles.
“Oh.”
Just then, the kettle whistles shrilly and Jack jumps to remove it from the burner.
“Tea?” he asks.
And Ianto is so sure that this must be a bizarre dream that he merely nods. It isn’t a nightmare yet (he purposefully refuses to look in the sink at the large pile of washing in a bid to prevent it ever getting to that point), so he figures he might as well play along. Jack pulls another mug from the cabinet and tosses a non-descript teabag into it before pouring in the boiling water. He practically bounces to the fridge and pulls out a carton. Ianto stares at it for awhile.
“I have egg nog in my refrigerator?”
“Yep,” Jack answers as he splashes a small amount in each cup before handing one to Ianto. “Sit down, you’re making me nervous.”
It must be a dream; Ianto’s absolutely positive now, as Jack would never be nervous. Then again, maybe he’s joking. Ianto is hardly awake enough to distinguish any sort of difference. He takes the cup in hand and immediately sips.
“What kind of tea is this?”
Jack shrugs. “Holiday blend, so I’ve been told.”
“Tastes like Christmas,” Ianto mutters as he walks into the living room.
He stops dead in his tracks, about-faces, and marches straight back into the kitchen.
“There’s…there’s a Christmas tree. In my living room. With…lights.”
Jack frowns. “I’d be more concerned if it were the middle of May. It is December, isn't it?”
Ianto blinks, rather rapidly, which Jack finds utterly adorable.
“I don’t own a tree,” he says lamely.
He hasn’t, in fact since Lisa. That particular tree (artificial, of course, to stop the threat of errant pine needles from abandoning ship all over his carpet) had been tossed in the incinerator with everything else that reminded him of her.
“I know,” Jack smirks. “Which is why I had to go buy a new one.”
Ianto frowns again, slightly more awake but relatively just as confused. “If there’s an ‘Our First Christmas’ ornament anywhere on that tree, I will –“
“Boil me in my own pudding and bury me with a stake of holly through my heart?” Jack finishes with a grin. “And you know, it’s been tried. But it still doesn’t stick.”
Ianto takes another sip of his tea and, although it’s good, it still tastes like he’s drinking Christmas. And that’s just too strange at half one in the morning. The timer on the stove beeps again and Jack opens the oven door.
“Ah!” he calls into the oven. Ianto fleetingly wonders if it echoes. “Done!”
Jack pulls out a baking sheet and drops it on the stovetop without an ounce of grace. Ianto cringes as it clatters, but he holds back both his curiosity and impulsive need to pull out a cooling rack for the hot metal as he watches Jack shut off the oven.
“What is it?” he asks simply, resigned.
“Cookies,” Jack announces with pride. “Christmas cookies.”
“Biscuits,” Ianto automatically corrects as he pads forward to check the veracity of Jack’s declaration.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Ianto leans over Jack’s shoulder and looks. They aren’t perfectly shaped, no, but they aren’t burnt, either. He’s pretty sure that this is an impressive accomplishment, but he isn’t certain how to award 'passable baking.' A trophy or a medal would be a bit much, he assumes, but a certificate might be in order. Jack could hang it in his office.
“You okay?” Jack asks softly, derailing his train of thought.
“Hmm? Oh. Yes. Just…was there a call tonight?”
Jack turns around and faces Ianto, frowning. “No, why?”
“Thought you might’ve been possessed by a Christmas alien or something.”
Jack laughs and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close and resting his head on the tired shoulder of his perplexed lover. He waits a moment, but finally Ianto relaxes into the embrace.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Jack mumbles into the bare, sleep-warm skin.
“Oh, well done, I’m surprised.”
Jack chuckles but then his face falls into an expression of worry. “Is it – did I –“
“It’s fine, Jack. It’s…nice. I’m shocked that the ceilings aren’t plastered with mistletoe, though.”
“Well, they would’ve been but someone woke up before I could get to it.”
“Thank God,” Ianto sighs dramatically and writhes closer into the embrace.
Jack smiles softly against him and pulls away enough to lean his forehead against Ianto’s, his eyes pleading. “Can’t we at least put one up?”
Ianto shakes his head, but only slightly so as not to lose that point of contact.
“Scrooge,” Jack pouts as his eyes sparkle with affection.
“Christmas fairy. Come back to bed?”
“Well, I’ve still got to decorate the –“
“Tomorrow,” Ianto smiles and yawns again as if to underscore his intent. “I’ll help?”
“Yeah? Okay,” Jack beams excitedly and takes Ianto’s hand, practically dragging him back to the bedroom.
The End
Author:
sariagray Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG? If that.
Word Count: 1112
Spoilers: None!
Warnings: Fluff. Fluffy fluff domestic Christmas happenings. Also, unbeta'd and posted super-fast.
Disclaimer: Unless Santa brings me the rights to Torchwood for Christmas, I don't own them.
Author's Note: I have approximately 3248 things to do. Because of that simple fact, I ended up writing fic. Fluffy fic, at that. This ALWAYS happens. So, Happy Whatever-Holiday-You-Celebrate (even if the holiday is conspicuously titled "Day Off From Work Day"). Enjoy!
Christmas Invasion
Even before opening his eyes, Ianto reaches his hand behind him. Cold, wrinkled cotton greets him. He sighs, stretches, and propels his legs off of the bed. His feet, sufficiently covered in thick wool socks that Jack teases him for wearing, caress the carpet as he curls his toes. Finally, after a particularly disconcerting yawn, he opens his eyes to the darkness of his bedroom and checks his alarm clock. Just after one in the morning.
He doesn’t bother with the lights because he doesn’t particularly feel the need to fully wake up. He pads down the short hallway in pyjama bottoms and the socks silence his shuffling steps. He thinks to peer outside, see if the SUV is still sat in its spot or if perhaps Jack had taken it on a call somewhere. If it had been a small enough issue, he wouldn’t wake Ianto. At least, he hadn’t done in the past few months. He starts for the living room window when, through half-closed eyes, he notices the light is on in the kitchen. A warm glow emanates from that room and something beeps. He pads over, a little more quickly, and is just in time to see Jack open the oven door.
The enigma that is Jack peers into the cavernous space and tuts at it, shutting the door again and resetting the timer on the stove. He puts the kettle on the stove, turns on the burner, and starts to hum distractedly as he looks around.
Ianto rubs his eyes and blinks at the scene before him, his confusion obvious in his hesitation to enter the kitchen. Jack catches him watching and grins. Ianto frowns in response.
“You’re baking,” he says, his voice thick with sleep and accusation.
“Seems to be the case.”
“In my kitchen.”
“I was aware, yes,” Jack chuckles.
“Oh.”
Just then, the kettle whistles shrilly and Jack jumps to remove it from the burner.
“Tea?” he asks.
And Ianto is so sure that this must be a bizarre dream that he merely nods. It isn’t a nightmare yet (he purposefully refuses to look in the sink at the large pile of washing in a bid to prevent it ever getting to that point), so he figures he might as well play along. Jack pulls another mug from the cabinet and tosses a non-descript teabag into it before pouring in the boiling water. He practically bounces to the fridge and pulls out a carton. Ianto stares at it for awhile.
“I have egg nog in my refrigerator?”
“Yep,” Jack answers as he splashes a small amount in each cup before handing one to Ianto. “Sit down, you’re making me nervous.”
It must be a dream; Ianto’s absolutely positive now, as Jack would never be nervous. Then again, maybe he’s joking. Ianto is hardly awake enough to distinguish any sort of difference. He takes the cup in hand and immediately sips.
“What kind of tea is this?”
Jack shrugs. “Holiday blend, so I’ve been told.”
“Tastes like Christmas,” Ianto mutters as he walks into the living room.
He stops dead in his tracks, about-faces, and marches straight back into the kitchen.
“There’s…there’s a Christmas tree. In my living room. With…lights.”
Jack frowns. “I’d be more concerned if it were the middle of May. It is December, isn't it?”
Ianto blinks, rather rapidly, which Jack finds utterly adorable.
“I don’t own a tree,” he says lamely.
He hasn’t, in fact since Lisa. That particular tree (artificial, of course, to stop the threat of errant pine needles from abandoning ship all over his carpet) had been tossed in the incinerator with everything else that reminded him of her.
“I know,” Jack smirks. “Which is why I had to go buy a new one.”
Ianto frowns again, slightly more awake but relatively just as confused. “If there’s an ‘Our First Christmas’ ornament anywhere on that tree, I will –“
“Boil me in my own pudding and bury me with a stake of holly through my heart?” Jack finishes with a grin. “And you know, it’s been tried. But it still doesn’t stick.”
Ianto takes another sip of his tea and, although it’s good, it still tastes like he’s drinking Christmas. And that’s just too strange at half one in the morning. The timer on the stove beeps again and Jack opens the oven door.
“Ah!” he calls into the oven. Ianto fleetingly wonders if it echoes. “Done!”
Jack pulls out a baking sheet and drops it on the stovetop without an ounce of grace. Ianto cringes as it clatters, but he holds back both his curiosity and impulsive need to pull out a cooling rack for the hot metal as he watches Jack shut off the oven.
“What is it?” he asks simply, resigned.
“Cookies,” Jack announces with pride. “Christmas cookies.”
“Biscuits,” Ianto automatically corrects as he pads forward to check the veracity of Jack’s declaration.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Ianto leans over Jack’s shoulder and looks. They aren’t perfectly shaped, no, but they aren’t burnt, either. He’s pretty sure that this is an impressive accomplishment, but he isn’t certain how to award 'passable baking.' A trophy or a medal would be a bit much, he assumes, but a certificate might be in order. Jack could hang it in his office.
“You okay?” Jack asks softly, derailing his train of thought.
“Hmm? Oh. Yes. Just…was there a call tonight?”
Jack turns around and faces Ianto, frowning. “No, why?”
“Thought you might’ve been possessed by a Christmas alien or something.”
Jack laughs and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close and resting his head on the tired shoulder of his perplexed lover. He waits a moment, but finally Ianto relaxes into the embrace.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Jack mumbles into the bare, sleep-warm skin.
“Oh, well done, I’m surprised.”
Jack chuckles but then his face falls into an expression of worry. “Is it – did I –“
“It’s fine, Jack. It’s…nice. I’m shocked that the ceilings aren’t plastered with mistletoe, though.”
“Well, they would’ve been but someone woke up before I could get to it.”
“Thank God,” Ianto sighs dramatically and writhes closer into the embrace.
Jack smiles softly against him and pulls away enough to lean his forehead against Ianto’s, his eyes pleading. “Can’t we at least put one up?”
Ianto shakes his head, but only slightly so as not to lose that point of contact.
“Scrooge,” Jack pouts as his eyes sparkle with affection.
“Christmas fairy. Come back to bed?”
“Well, I’ve still got to decorate the –“
“Tomorrow,” Ianto smiles and yawns again as if to underscore his intent. “I’ll help?”
“Yeah? Okay,” Jack beams excitedly and takes Ianto’s hand, practically dragging him back to the bedroom.
The End
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Date: 2010-12-24 03:13 am (UTC)this was utterly adorable and lovely. :) nearly perfect, one might say. it really just makes me want to drink hot chocolate and hug something. :) seriously. i love every word in this... :)
i'm fairly certain you just made my night. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-24 03:14 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked! :)
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Date: 2010-12-24 04:03 am (UTC)Merry Xmas and Happy Writing!!!
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:06 pm (UTC)awww
Date: 2010-12-24 04:13 am (UTC)Re: awww
Date: 2010-12-24 09:07 pm (UTC)And yes, shopping. I just did a good deal of that. Please remind me to never ever ever go out shopping on Christmas Eve ever again.
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Date: 2010-12-24 06:27 am (UTC)Jack frowns. “I’d be more concerned if it were the middle of May. It is December, isn't it?”
lol!!
“I wanted to surprise you,”
“Oh, well done, I’m surprised.”
I can so hear them say it!
Great story!! Very funny and gorgeously fluffy.
Off to bake some christmas biscuits now. And I'll have a Christmas tea to Ianto - and you!
Merry Christmas and thank you!!!!!
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:09 pm (UTC)Mmm, Christmas treats. I'll trade you that for some holiday tea which I've still got on hand (and oh, it SO tastes like Christmas it's not even funny). As for Ianto...well...nope, don't have any extras! :)
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:04 am (UTC)Have the happiest of holidays, sweetheart! *hugs and smooches*
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-24 09:21 pm (UTC)By the way, I also vote for Janto mistletoe!smut. ;)
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Date: 2010-12-24 01:10 pm (UTC)Any yes, I agree with Jack about the mistletoe - more mistletoe more Janto kisses... hahaaa and queue... the "smut" music.... **wink, wink , grin**
I saw the notification of "Bloody Hell" on my flist - looking forward to reading.
Thanks for the fluff and have the merriest of Christmas <3
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:13 pm (UTC)Now you're trying to get me to write mistletoe!smut!? What do you think I am? (Okay, yeah, I'm tempted...lol)
:) Happy, Merry, Fantastic, Brilliant Christmas to you!
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Date: 2010-12-25 07:50 am (UTC)Oh, Jack is just so sweet in this, and I like Ianto's mixture of annoyance, confusion and resignation. Really liked the line about the "Our First Christmas" ornament, and glad that Jack didn't go there.
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Date: 2010-12-25 05:06 pm (UTC)I wanted some sweet Jack after submersing myself in Scrooge!Jack for so long! :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2010-12-26 11:38 pm (UTC)Did Jack seriously put eggnog in tea? How bizarre!
Love the thought of Jack trying to surprise Ianto with Christmassy things!
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Date: 2010-12-31 12:50 am (UTC):) Thank you! (How did I miss these comments? Eek!)
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Date: 2010-12-29 02:54 am (UTC)Gxxx
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Date: 2010-12-31 12:52 am (UTC)Thanks!
Oh, and I hear you're coming to "my area"? Depending on where exactly you're going to end up, I'm only an hour or so away. :)
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