July 8 prompt
Title: Strawberry
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They eat strawberries
Notes: Posted for the July 8 prompt at horizonssing
Word Count: 191 words
"You eat like an old man," Ianto said with affectionate contempt. He reached over and wiped a drip of juice from Jack's chin with his thumb.
Jack grinned and bit messily into another strawberry. "I am an old man! And anyway, you know what they say."
"What's that, then?"
"Good food is like good sex. If your face and hands aren't all sticky when you're done, you probably didn't enjoy it enough." He flashed his teeth in a grin that said "you know you love me," revealing a seed caught in his teeth. He held out a berry and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Ianto laughed, and grabbed his hand. He took the berry and Jack's fingers entirely into his mouth, squashed the berry with his tongue, and noisily slurped up the mash of juice and fruit. Jack smiled, then sat back and watched the sailboats in the Bay. He played with the hair at the back of Ianto's neck and enjoyed the peace.
"My mother used to make strawberry jam," Ianto said. He held a berry in his fingers and studied it.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jack leaned over to kiss Ianto's temple.
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They eat strawberries
Notes: Posted for the July 8 prompt at horizonssing
Word Count: 191 words
"You eat like an old man," Ianto said with affectionate contempt. He reached over and wiped a drip of juice from Jack's chin with his thumb.
Jack grinned and bit messily into another strawberry. "I am an old man! And anyway, you know what they say."
"What's that, then?"
"Good food is like good sex. If your face and hands aren't all sticky when you're done, you probably didn't enjoy it enough." He flashed his teeth in a grin that said "you know you love me," revealing a seed caught in his teeth. He held out a berry and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Ianto laughed, and grabbed his hand. He took the berry and Jack's fingers entirely into his mouth, squashed the berry with his tongue, and noisily slurped up the mash of juice and fruit. Jack smiled, then sat back and watched the sailboats in the Bay. He played with the hair at the back of Ianto's neck and enjoyed the peace.
"My mother used to make strawberry jam," Ianto said. He held a berry in his fingers and studied it.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jack leaned over to kiss Ianto's temple.