Title: Have A Nice Flight
Author: Dark Archive
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: Getting excited on board the night flight.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. I only own an Easy Bake Oven named Iggy.
"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
Jack hadn't realized he dozed off until the cute flight attendant bent forward to question him.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared into inquisitive blue eyes. Turning on the old Harkness charm, he smiled politely. "I'm sure there's many things you can do for me. How about you show me the cockpit?" Jack concluded with a rogue grin and wag of his eyebrows.
A hand tried fruitless to cover the giggle threatening to bubble over ruby red lips. "I'm sorry, I can't let you into the cockpit right now, sir. Perhaps... later in the flight." Spinning gracefully on red pumps, the flight attendant sashayed away from the flirty captain.
Jack leaned into the aisle to get one last lingering look at his helpful attendant. The sexy airline uniform, consisting of a thigh high red dress coat, fit snugly over the attendant's body. A small red hat was perched atop short brown hair.
As if sensing his lecherous eyes, the flight attendant gave him a coquettish wink over one shoulder and waved cutely at him.
Jack's grin could light the entire cabin.
He settled back into his seat as the attendant disappeared behind a drab gray curtain. I'm beginning to like this flight, he thought to himself, crossing his hands behind his head and hoping for one more shot at the sexy flight attendant.
His wish came true a few minutes later when the curtain parted for a gleaming silver trolley.
"Anything off the trolley, sir?" the pretty attendant asked, professional as always.
Jack leered. "Right now I'd like something on the trolley."
"Sir!" came the attendant's startled response. A pretty blush bloomed on creamy white cheeks.
"Are there parachutes on this plane?" Jack asked.
The flight attendant looked confused for a second before giving a measured response. "I'm afraid not."
"Too bad," Jack said with a overly dramatic sigh. He grinned up at the attendant, "Because I think I'm falling for you."
"Is that the last of your attempts at airline jokes, sir?"
"I still have plenty of in-flight humor left in me."
The attendant's groan was emphasized by a rolling of the eyes.
In one fluid movement Jack got out of his seat and cupped the flight attendant's cheek. He stared into stormy blue eyes and leaned in to close the space between them.
"How about you lose the uniform and assume the upright position?"
"Really sir, that's enough." It seemed the flight attendant had had enough of the captain's innuendos.
Jack pouted, "Aw, come on Ianto, I was just taking off." He chuckled to himself, "Hehe, taking off."
"Right,that's it," Ianto said pulling off the red hat, "That is the last time I dress up as an air hostess for you, Jack."
"But Ianto-!"
"Nope! Every time we do this, you just end up making corny jokes." He hopped on one foot to take of the red pumps. "Plus my feet are hurting something fierce."
"Oh are you tired?" the captain asked feigning concern.
Before Ianto could accurately detail the extent of his pain, Jack interrupted with, "because you've been running through my mind all flight."
The general support officer of Torchwood gave his leader a scathing look before marching out of the room with as much dignity as a man in a dress could.
Jack ran after him. "Ianto? Ianto come on. Don't be like that! IANTOOOO!"
In one last ditch effort to please his lover, he shouted, "Fine! I'll wear the dress next time!"
"…"
"...and the shoes."
"Deal."
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