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Beta-ed: GlassSplinter
Ianto threw himself on the bed, exhausted. Lack of sleep was getting to him, but he didn't fall asleep instantly. His body still had a reminiscence of excitement. He'd done it, he'd gotten Jack spread across his desk and it was brilliant. If it was possible it was better than he expected. He'd lain there like some exotic meal, and tasted just as good. He'd felt on his palms the texture of his skin and it was like that feeling erased all others. He'd been right, that was exactly what he needed. Besides exhaustion he didn't feel that weight in his chest, or pain in his head, he felt almost light. Now he only needed to watch out, so that Jack didn't catch him off guard, and the score would stay on his side. The rift would help him with that just fine; during normal days it seemed they didn't have any time to stop, let alone do anything else. When he finally fell asleep his dreams were a steady flow of touch and smell. He hadn't slept that well in ages. Of course he didn't hear his alarm clock, he overslept it; well, Jack won't fire him over that, will he. He smiled at that notion and got dressed with more care.
In the hub all was as usual, the rift alarm, Toshiko reporting, Jack on the move, Owen behind him. Only Gwen was little slower, a little quieter, but she looked much better than the day before. All was as usual with weevil hunting, artefacts sorting, reports filing, recording all the mess from the day before, reports for the police that had helped them. This time it was almost a truthful report. Jack felt obliged by their help. Later on when a moment of silence came and they all shared a meal together, he positioned himself as far from Jack as possible.
"What do you think Gwen," started Owen between bites with his trademark snort, "did our tea boy get some last night? He sure looks like someone wore him out last night."
"Owen!" Gwen warned him but couldn't quite hide the amusement in her voice.
"Seriously," insisted Owen, "he almost looks like he has a colour. You should get us out more often Jack, it's good for morale."
"I knew you were after something," growled Jack with a grin; he kept his gaze locked on Owen. "What, last night wasn't long enough?"
"You know me, there's always something to be scored." Owen said with cheeky smile.
"If I let you out more often, there'll be nothing left of you. We would have to scoop you up with a broom. So, you see, I'm doing you a favour when I ask for a full report, not a scramble like this, so do that again. This time try to make everyone understand you, not just Ianto." Jack threw a pile of papers Owen's way. Ianto couldn't help but smile, which he then hid with a bite of pizza.
That was nice, but he wasn't going to give in that easily.