Roll Down Your Window
Title: Roll Down Your Window
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them. I promise I'll put them back in one piece.
Spoilers: Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack likes to watch the trees in the wind.
Author's Note: Written for day sixteen of redismycolour. I failed to make this any sort of drabble at all today. :(
Roll Down Your Window
Ianto awoke in the small hours, wondering what had woken him until he felt the cold breeze pass over him.
Glancing over, he found (as expected) Jack standing naked at the open window. He’d been, understandably, rather fond of the fresh air since his time underground, and for the most part, Ianto had been happy to appease him.
But it was 3am, January, and cold.
And some of them had to sleep.
“Jack,” he mumbled, curling into himself for warmth. “S’cold.”
“Sorry.” Jack turned to face him. “I was just watching the trees sway in the wind.”
“S’not wind.” Ianto’s sleepy voice was muffled by his pillow as he closed his eyes again and snuggled down. “Ice in gas form.”
“Sorry,” Jack repeated, pushing the window closed slowly. He stood a moment or two longer at the window, watching a flake or two of snow begin to swirl in the breeze.
Ianto opened his eyes again when the space next to him wasn’t refilled. He could see the tension beginning to build again in Jack’s back, his arms folded across his chest.
Taking the duvet with him, he shuffled to the wardrobe and got out some extra blankets. Shuffling back, he stood next to Jack, wrapping them both in layers of blankets and duvet and re-opening the window.
Sometimes a little bit of lost sleep and a little bit of cold were worth it.
fin
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them. I promise I'll put them back in one piece.
Spoilers: Exit Wounds
Summary: Jack likes to watch the trees in the wind.
Author's Note: Written for day sixteen of redismycolour. I failed to make this any sort of drabble at all today. :(
Roll Down Your Window
Ianto awoke in the small hours, wondering what had woken him until he felt the cold breeze pass over him.
Glancing over, he found (as expected) Jack standing naked at the open window. He’d been, understandably, rather fond of the fresh air since his time underground, and for the most part, Ianto had been happy to appease him.
But it was 3am, January, and cold.
And some of them had to sleep.
“Jack,” he mumbled, curling into himself for warmth. “S’cold.”
“Sorry.” Jack turned to face him. “I was just watching the trees sway in the wind.”
“S’not wind.” Ianto’s sleepy voice was muffled by his pillow as he closed his eyes again and snuggled down. “Ice in gas form.”
“Sorry,” Jack repeated, pushing the window closed slowly. He stood a moment or two longer at the window, watching a flake or two of snow begin to swirl in the breeze.
Ianto opened his eyes again when the space next to him wasn’t refilled. He could see the tension beginning to build again in Jack’s back, his arms folded across his chest.
Taking the duvet with him, he shuffled to the wardrobe and got out some extra blankets. Shuffling back, he stood next to Jack, wrapping them both in layers of blankets and duvet and re-opening the window.
Sometimes a little bit of lost sleep and a little bit of cold were worth it.
fin