Title: Angels on the Plass
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ianto, Jack; Jack/Ianto
Warnings: Swearing, so sweet it will rot your teeth
Summary: Jack and Ianto make snow angels. Companion piece to "We'll Make Snow Angels".
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood, the boys would have had more screentime together, more sex, and Ianto would still be alive.


"You're fucking insane, I hope you know that."

"And you're a spoilsport. C'mon."

"You have no idea how close you are to being put on decaf for a month."

"Ianto, please? Five inches in a night! We have to take advantage of that!"

"At three in the bloody morning?"

"Before it gets trampled on."

"Oh, all right. And stop looking so smug."

"I'm not smug."

"Yes, you are. And let go of me, I'm not going out without a coat and neither are you."

"Well, hurry up then."

"Oi! If we fall off the lift-! God, you are such a child sometimes, Jack. It's not like it's going to melt in the next hour."

"And you're such a crotchety old man. It's snowing! Liven up a little!"

"You woke me up at three in the morning because of snow. It's just frozen water, Jack!"

"But it's beautiful. Don't you think so?"

"Yeah... okay, yeah it is."

"Knew you'd think so. You do have an eye for beauty after all..."

"You, Jack, are one of the most arrogant bastards I know."

"But you love me anyway."

"... Yes. Yes, I do."

"I- c'mon, snow ball fight."

"I'm dating a five-year ol- argh!"

"Stop grumbling!"

"You wait, Harkness!"

"Missed! You throw like Gwen!"

"I do not throw like Gwen!"

"Yes, you do, you missed!"

"Missing you doesn't mean I throw like Gw- oi!"

"Come and get me, Jones."

"You asked for it, Harkness."

"Eeee!"

"You squeal like a girl!"

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do!"

"I do n- eek!"

"What do you call that?"

"A manly gr- Eee! Okay, okay, I surrender. I give up!"

"No surrender!"

"Fuck! Your hands are icy!"

"Serves you right."

"You son of a- okay, okay! I'll do anything! Anything! Just don't stick them down my pants again."

"Anything, Jack?"

"Anything."

"Okay."

"Mmmm."

"Mmmm."

"Hands off my pants, Jack."

"Mmm- why?"

"I'm not having sex with you in the middle of the plass."

"Why not. There's no one here to see. And you would look so pretty spread out in the snow-"

"With my dick shriveled from the cold. Very hot."

"Oh, fine."

"Stop pouting and kiss me."

"Can't say no to tha- mmph!"

"Mmmm, you talk too damn much."

"Mmmm."

"Okay, that's enough, Jack."

"Stay."

"Of course I will, but at least get up. We're lying in the snow, your coat'll get wet."

"Right, yeah. Let's make snow angels."

"We've trampled most of the snow."

"No, look there's a patch there, that should do."

"Whatever you say, sir."

"Ianto?"

"Yeah?"

"How do we make snow angels?"

"You just lie down on the snow and fan out your arms and legs, like this."

"Oh, that's easy."

"You've lived here for over a hundred years and you have no idea how to make snow angels?"

"There was no one to tell me how, or to do them with."

"Jack..."

"Are you sure you don't want to have sex in the snow?"

"Definitely not in the snow. I'm cold. But you could warm me up properly in the Hub..."

"Oh, yeah. God, I love you, you brilliant man."

"...It's just sex."

"It's sex with you. I always love sex with you."

"..."

"Come on! What are you waiting for?"

Fin