Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 546: Dance at tw100.
Summary: Jack sometimes does things Ianto doesn’t understand.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Although Jack was human, mostly, he was also from the far future and sometimes behaved in ways that Ianto didn’t understand. He’d learned to accept his lover’s odd behaviour, even the flirting, knowing the society Jack came from was very different from the one he himself had grown up in. So what if Jack came across as eccentric at times? As far as Ianto was concerned, it merely added to his charm.
So when, one windy day, on a retrieval at a remote stretch of beach, Jack suddenly broke into a dance, Ianto thought nothing of it, figuring it was probably some kind of Boeshanian ritual. He’d grown up by the sea, after all. Besides, it looked like fun, so he decided to join in, jumping up and down, kicking his legs in the air and waving his arms around. He didn’t stop until Jack did, breathing hard but feeling much warmer despite the chilly wind.
“That was fun,” he said, grinning at Jack. “Did you dance on the beach a lot back on Boeshane?”
“Dance? I wasn’t dancing! When I sat on the rocks to empty the sand out of my boots a lizard ran up my trouser leg!”