What Are You Making Now? - Chapter 7 The End
Author's Note: OK, now it's done! (A little later than I wanted but...) Thank you all for reading and sticking with me this long. Thanks especially to those of you who left a review (or two, or three). Look for more Jack the Knitter coming soon - oh, and the end of Handcuffs, the tale of the fuzzy handcuffs mentioned back in the prologue!
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Sometime later, Ianto wasn't sure how long it had been, Jack flopped down next to him on the bed with a sigh.
“See, I told you you would beg.”
Ianto smiled in the dark but didn't answer. Jack waited a moment before making a disgruntled noise and hauled himself up. The footlocker creaked as he opened it, and Ianto heard Jack rummaging noisily through its contents. Then something soft landed on his head. Ianto sputtered and pulled it off.
“Jack! What the-”
“If you're going to be a spoil sport and not play along...” The bed dipped as Jack sat down. “Happy Christmas, Ianto.”
Ianto rolled over and held the soft thing in the light that came down through the manhole. It was an Aran jumper in wine red, the same color as Ianto's favorite shirt.
“Yours took longer than I thought. That's why I had to rush on Gwen's,” Jack explained.
Ianto couldn't help himself. He caught Jack around the back of the neck and gave him a big, sloppy wet kiss. “Happy Christmas.”
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Sometime later, Ianto wasn't sure how long it had been, Jack flopped down next to him on the bed with a sigh.
“See, I told you you would beg.”
Ianto smiled in the dark but didn't answer. Jack waited a moment before making a disgruntled noise and hauled himself up. The footlocker creaked as he opened it, and Ianto heard Jack rummaging noisily through its contents. Then something soft landed on his head. Ianto sputtered and pulled it off.
“Jack! What the-”
“If you're going to be a spoil sport and not play along...” The bed dipped as Jack sat down. “Happy Christmas, Ianto.”
Ianto rolled over and held the soft thing in the light that came down through the manhole. It was an Aran jumper in wine red, the same color as Ianto's favorite shirt.
“Yours took longer than I thought. That's why I had to rush on Gwen's,” Jack explained.
Ianto couldn't help himself. He caught Jack around the back of the neck and gave him a big, sloppy wet kiss. “Happy Christmas.”