Title: Basking
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: What could be better than lazing by the fire on a cold day?
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: For mahmfic's prompt 'Fire'
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I love Janto: Neither would I. Selectively photographic would be okay, if I could pick and choose what to remember, but otherwise it would be torture. Jack will teach Ianto how to block out the stuff he doesn't want to remember. Thank you.
(Oops! Thanks for noticing! That was some computer coding I needed for one of my posts, I forgot to delete it before loading the document here. Fixed now!)
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Guest: *grins* I prefer to think Jack replaced the useless trivia, lol! Although, I'm sure Ianto's head is now full of Jack trivia; after over a century of life, there's got to be a lot of it! Thank you.
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Ianto sighed contentedly. Nothing beat a roaring fire on a bitterly cold day. While howling winds drove sheets of rain against the windows, he and Jack were snug and warm, basking in the flickering glow of the flames, soft music playing in the background.
Leaning back against Jack's chest, a thought occurred to Ianto.
"You know what would make this even better?"
"Both of us being naked?"
Tilting his head back, Ianto peered at his lover.
"Actually I was thinking about hot buttered toast, cooked over the fire."
"Toast is good. Can we be naked after?"
"I'll consider it."
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The End
