The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

192. Leather Clad

Title: Leather Clad

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto

Rating: PG

Written For: Challenge 300 at tw100

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Ianto is always gorgeous, but Jack wasn't prepared for this!

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: For the square Leather/Firmament

A/N2: The seventh (I think) of my drabbles for this challenge. The Challenge was to write nine drabbles, using specific combinations of the prompt words. I wrote all nine fairly quickly, so I decided to try and complete the challenge a second time. I have another seven written, one started and one prompt I still have to find an idea for, but I'm determined to do it. Wish me luck!

I love Janto: He certainly can be at times, but then again, if you came across a group of swans, would you immediately count how many legs they have? I don't think I would. Ianto, on the other hand, notices such details automatically, lol! It's a good thing he was there or they might never have captured the alien.

Thank you.

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Jack couldn't stop staring.

Ianto, his Ianto, sat before him astride a motorcycle, a vision in black and red leathers, eyebrow raised and a wicked smirk on that oh-so-tempting mouth.

"Whu?" Jack mentally shook himself and tried not to drool. A second attempt at speech was more successful. "Since when did you ride a motorcycle?"

"Since I was eighteen. Haven't had one since London, but a friend was selling his, so… What do you think?"

Jack's brain was mush. In his opinion, Ianto Jones was the sexiest being beneath the firmament, but all he could manage was a heartfelt "Guh!"

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The End