Title: Sleep Tight, My Little Angel
Author: Rose Raven Riddle
Disclaimer: Torchwood, again, does not belong to me. If it did, Ianto would be alive and I would be rich.
A/N: Right, so this is dedicated to gone4good22, who writes amazing Torchwood stories, so check her stuff out! Gloria Harper is her OC, so read, review, enjoy!
Gloria shifted in her sleep; the snoring next to her was starting to drive her crazy. Sitting up, she looked at the clock. The middle of the freaking night, and the person next to her decides that he wants to start snoring.
Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at the man next to her. No matter how annoying his snoring was right now, he looked as adorable as he did while he was awake, if not more.
She leaned on her left elbow, she hovered over his face. He looked like an angel, the light from the street lights were coming in through the curtains and falling on his face. She ran her fingers along his jaw, feeling every fault.
She giggled softly as he snored, he was far too cute to mess with, but a girl had needs, too. She shut his nose, to see what would happen. Instead of stopping his snoring, he opened his mouth slightly. She sat up slightly and used her other hand to shut his mouth.
Without warning, he sat up, coughing, causing his nose to collide with her forehead.
"Wha' 'append?" He looked around, rubbing his eyes, confused.
A confused, sleepy Ianto was much more adorable than the sleeping one. Much more amusing, too.
"Nothin', love. Just couldn't sleep."
He looked at her, the lack of sleep evident in his face.
"Would you like some coffee? I'll go make some." He stood up, but his feet were tangled in the comforter. Ianto ended up entangled in the comforter on the floor, fighting to get his way out.
"Honestly, you fight aliens, man. You're having trouble with a blanket." She rolled her eyes and got up to help him. Gloria pulled whatever she could with her hand, looking down she saw she had just dragged her Welshman up by his foot.
"You mind? As much as I enjoy this view, I'd prefer to be on my fee— ow" She dropped him while he was still talking.
Ianto stood up, wobbling slightly. He walked towards the door, careful as to not fall over. Unfortunately, the effort went wasted, as he walked into the door rather than opening it.
"I'm alright, I just…"He rubbed his eyes again, "Since when did we have two doors?"
"Um, dear, there's only one. And if you go through it you can make coffee for the both of us."
It suddenly seemed as though the mere mention of coffee brought energy to the sleepy Ianto and he ran into the kitchen.
Hearing the sound of a Welshman crashing into pots and pans caused Gloria to run out to see a sleeping Ianto in a pile of pots, his hand clutching the coffee pot. He began snoring lightly while muttering about a heaven with a never-ending coffee supply.
She walked back into their bedroom and lay in the bed. Now, for a good, and quiet, night's sleep.
