Title: Silk
Summary: Ianto loves nothing more than silk, almost nothing
Rating: T
Categories: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones
Pairing: Ianto/Jack
Genres: Romance/Fluff.
Warnings: Mild sexual reference
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my wonderful beta reader badly_knitted for her help and unwavering support. This my first attempt to drabble. For now, my working tools are particularly limited, so I guess it's better than nothing. Note that, for now, I can have access to a PC only for the weekend and still not all the time, so my replies will be slower than usual.
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Ianto looked at the shop's shelves filled with an infinite variety of ties and smiled.
He loved ties, and silk ones most of all. It was not quite a fetish, but almost.
As far as he remembered, he had always enjoyed silk's feel. He liked its warmth, its smoothness. Nothing could equal the sensual touch of silk under his fingers.
Ianto's smile widened, as he reached out for a dark red design.
Nothing, except perhaps Jack's skin, Jack's intimate skin.
He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
No, no silk in the world could compete with Jack's skin.
End