Dec 24, 2008 11:33
Christmas had been an unusually quiet day with the rift deciding to stay put. Everyone else was home; well at least Gwen was while Ianto had decided to stay as he had some filing to do. Jack was in his office looking at old Torchwood photographs taken on Christmas day. The memories were all he had since he didn’t have any family here.
“Coffee sir?” Ianto asked, walking into the office.
Jack didn’t answer but just wrapped his arm around Ianto’s back pulling him closer to him while White Christmas started to play.
“I just want to dance with you.”
dance,
jack,
christmas,
100 drabbles,
ianto,
tw100