AN: To commemorate the rather massive amount of snow that fell outside my flat overnight – please cross your fingers for more tonight then I might be able to skive work tomorrow – I wrote this story. The scene where Owen tries to warm Ianto's hands was running in my head all day :P
Please review – and if you have snow near you, take care x
Ianto stopped in his tracks as he made his way carefully across the Plass, the cold wet thud of the snowball impacting with the back of his head. As he turned cautiously on the slippery snow covered surface he spotted his attacker grinning at him from his position a few feet away.
"Very mature Owen." Gwen said shaking her head.
"What?" Owen smirked.
Ianto crouched down to the floor, scooping a handful of snow up with one hand, making it into a ball with his other hand before firing it quickly and efficiently at the medic, hitting him square in the face. Gwen sniggered as Jack and Tosh laughed, Owen spluttering the snow from his mouth.
"You may want to move." Owen said glancing at Tosh who was stood beside Ianto as he bent down briefly to pick up a second fistful of snow before hurling it at the Welshman. Tosh squealed as she scurried out of the line of fire and towards the invisible lift with Jack and Gwen in close pursuit, as Ianto got the full brunt of Owen's attack. Ianto reached down to the floor again as he gathered up another handful of snow and began to form it into a solid ball.
"Are you two going to be long?" Jack asked from the safety of the perception filter.
"Probably." Ianto called, his eyes never leaving his target as he continued to mould his snowball, and Owen grinned.
"Right. Have fun." Jack said with an eye roll that almost challenged Ianto's before initiating the lift, the three occupants slipping gracefully beneath the level of the Plass.
"Are you going to throw that, or just play with it?" Owen asked looking at Ianto's hands.
"Throw." Ianto replied swiftly as he hurled the ball at Owen, smiling as it exploded on impact, covering him with wet snow.
Owen brought both arms down to the floor and used them like a shovel aiming to toss a mass of snow at Ianto. The Welshman had spotted the tactic Owen was initiating and mirrored it, two piles of snow flying through the air and crashing into one another, leaving both men spluttering. Ianto laughed as he watched Owen spit another mouthful of snow out.
"You done yet?" Ianto asked.
Owen shook his head. "Nope." He said before tossing a ball Ianto hadn't seen him build straight at him, hitting him full on the face, knocking him backwards and splitting his lip.
"Oh shit." Owen said as he jogged over. "Ianto mate I'm sorry." He said as he brought his hand up to the younger man's face and brushed his thumb over his lip, the blood washing away briefly before emerging once more from the slit.
"It's okay." Ianto said with a genuine smile.
"I think you'll live." Owen said gently, brushing the lip once more and becoming relieved when no more blood came out.
Ianto nodded. "Back to work?" He asked as he rubbed his hands together.
"Cold?" Owen asked.
"My hands are freezing. That's what I get for forgetting my gloves." Ianto mused.
Owen gently took hold of Ianto's hands, cupping them and rubbing them between his own, before bringing them up to his lips and blowing hot breath onto them, before rubbing them again.
"That a medically accredited method of treating frost bite?" Ianto asked nervously but playfully.
Owen smirked. "You don't have frost bite Ianto." He said as he blew hot air once more over Ianto's cold hands.
"Thanks." Ianto said softly.
Owen smiled as he looked up at Ianto with his hands still gripping firmly to other mans. "You sure you're okay?" He asked. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I'm fine. Can't feel a thing." Ianto replied. "Then again my lips are rather numb." He added as an aside. Owen leant forward and pressed his lips against Ianto's firmly, brushing his thumb over one of Ianto's hands as he broke contact with his other hand and brought it up the back of the other man's head. Pulling him close as the kiss deepened he was surprised and elated when Ianto kissed back. When the two men parted for air Owen grinned.
"Okay I felt that." Ianto breathed.
"Good." Owen said simply.
"So… back to work… or…" Ianto offered with a smirk.
Owen grinned. "Oh I think we're entitled to a snow day." He replied before setting off across the Plass away from the Hub's entrance, tugging Ianto by the hand as he went.