Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 524: Sleep at tw100.
Summary: There’s nothing better than a bit of snuggling…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is nice,” Jack mumbled into Ianto’s hair.
“Mm,” Ianto replied sleepily.
He and Jack had come in cold and damp from a Rift retrieval in the rain, and after a hot shower to warm themselves up had tumbled into Jack’s cramped cot for some even hotter sex. Now they were sated, warm, and so relaxed that neither of them wanted to move. In some ways this was the best aspect of their job, the downtime after all the action, their reward for a job well done.
“Wish we could stay like this all night,” Ianto murmured; he was lying face down on the cot with Jack sprawled mostly on top of him like a heavy duvet. It made him feel loved, and protected, and a bit squashed, but not so much that he couldn’t breathe.
“We can; I don’t mind. You’re very comfy, like a big, squashy, Ianto shaped pillow.”
“That’s nice. Unfortunately one of us will have to move soon.”
“Mm. I’m lying on my arm and it’s gone to sleep.”
There followed several minutes of squirming, resulting in Jack lying on his back with Ianto face down on top of him.