Disclaimer- I do not have the pleasure of owning Torchwood. If I did, there would be less aliens and more beautiful Welsh vowels. As you can tell by the aliens, the BBC has the honour of owning the show.
Spoilers- All seasons, including CoE
Rating- T
Synopsis- A series of random short drabbles centred on our favourite Teaboy and his Captain
General Notes- Inspired by lots of different things. These drabbles are one-shots, completely unrelated.
Chapter Notes- Finally, a break from TKKS! Just general fluffiness. I know it's short, but I reckoned you'd forgive me because the fic that NightxBlossom requested didn't want to be a drabble so I posted it separately: 'Ten Minutes… And Countin'', if you're interested. ; )
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Questions and Answers
Now he thought about it with a warm mug in his hands, Jack had to confess that a cup of Ianto's coffee was the best indecision settler he had ever come across. In the weeks after he had hired the Welshman, one question kept tormenting him as memories played idly yet obsessively through his mind: had he offered Ianto a job because his coffee was amazing or because the Welshman himself was delicious? As he took another sip of the beverage, the answer hit him right between the eyes: Both. The coffee was orgasmic- enough said.