You got the desired ficlet, although I'm not sure this is what you had in mind. Jack kind of took charge and you know what he's like.
This is also what happens when you and Chrys start talking about hot baths...
Scrubbing
Jack didn't make a habit of dropping in on his staff uninvited, but there were times when it couldn't be helped. Besides, it was a Wednesday night, not exactly big-date-night or hitting-the-bars-night or-
Ianto opened the door in a towel. Just a towel. Well, okay, so there were some droplets of water still clinging to his chest but basically, there was just a towel.
When he'd picked his jaw up off the floor, Jack grinned. "You expecting me?"
"Do you need something, sir?" There was definite impatience to Ianto's tone, as well as something that suggested he wasn't just annoyed about his bath water getting cold. This could be even more fun that Jack had thought.
"You brought the Bressil papers home with you and I need them for tomorrow's meeting with UNIT."
"That meeting's in London ." Ianto started to glance at his wrist, apparently only just realising that not only was he not wearing his watch, but that he wasn't wearing much of anything else either. And that the non-existent-watch checking was making the towel flap.
"I'm going to drive up overnight, but I need those papers."
With a sigh, Ianto stepped back. "You'd better come in."
Jack had only been over Ianto's threshold twice since he'd been at Torchwood Three, but the flat was as neat and tidy as he remembered. Through the archway to the kitchen, he could see plates and glasses draining on the rack next to the sink. Two sets of plates and glasses.
Two sets of plates and glasses and Ianto in nothing but a towel, with his hair all wet and mussed and a decidedly pink tinge to his ears. Really, there was only one question left
"Here you are, sir." Ianto had replaced the towel with a dressing gown, but the effect was, if anything, even better. Taking the proffered files with a smile, Jack said,
"Thanks. Well, I'll let you get on with your evening."
"Thank you, sir."
It took real effort to keep a straight face. The relief in Ianto's voice nearly tipped him over the edge, but Jack was having too much fun to let it stop now.
"Sorry to ask, but could I just use your bathroom before I go? I've got a long drive ahead of me." Was that panic or sheer mortification that passed through Ianto's eyes? Either way, Jack was almost sorry. Only almost. "It's this way, isn't it?" he asked, heading down the corridor.
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Date: 2007-06-21 04:15 pm (UTC)This is also what happens when you and Chrys start talking about hot baths...
Scrubbing
Jack didn't make a habit of dropping in on his staff uninvited, but there were times when it couldn't be helped. Besides, it was a Wednesday night, not exactly big-date-night or hitting-the-bars-night or-
Ianto opened the door in a towel. Just a towel. Well, okay, so there were some droplets of water still clinging to his chest but basically, there was just a towel.
When he'd picked his jaw up off the floor, Jack grinned. "You expecting me?"
"Do you need something, sir?" There was definite impatience to Ianto's tone, as well as something that suggested he wasn't just annoyed about his bath water getting cold. This could be even more fun that Jack had thought.
"You brought the Bressil papers home with you and I need them for tomorrow's meeting with UNIT."
"That meeting's in London ." Ianto started to glance at his wrist, apparently only just realising that not only was he not wearing his watch, but that he wasn't wearing much of anything else either. And that the non-existent-watch checking was making the towel flap.
"I'm going to drive up overnight, but I need those papers."
With a sigh, Ianto stepped back. "You'd better come in."
Jack had only been over Ianto's threshold twice since he'd been at Torchwood Three, but the flat was as neat and tidy as he remembered. Through the archway to the kitchen, he could see plates and glasses draining on the rack next to the sink. Two sets of plates and glasses.
Two sets of plates and glasses and Ianto in nothing but a towel, with his hair all wet and mussed and a decidedly pink tinge to his ears. Really, there was only one question left
"Here you are, sir." Ianto had replaced the towel with a dressing gown, but the effect was, if anything, even better. Taking the proffered files with a smile, Jack said,
"Thanks. Well, I'll let you get on with your evening."
"Thank you, sir."
It took real effort to keep a straight face. The relief in Ianto's voice nearly tipped him over the edge, but Jack was having too much fun to let it stop now.
"Sorry to ask, but could I just use your bathroom before I go? I've got a long drive ahead of me." Was that panic or sheer mortification that passed through Ianto's eyes? Either way, Jack was almost sorry. Only almost. "It's this way, isn't it?" he asked, heading down the corridor.