Written For: Challenge 661: Warm / Warmth at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is enjoying a surprisingly sunny summer’s day.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Early summer, and for once the weather was pleasantly warm, which made a welcome change after the miserably wet spring. About the only predictable thing about Britain’s weather was that it was almost always the wrong kind.
Ianto, in an uncharacteristic fit of daring, had actually left his jacket at the Hub when he’d left to pick up something for the team’s lunch. He’d simply slipped wallet and keys into his trouser pocket, picked up the cloth shopping bag, a gift from Jack, that proclaimed, ‘I Love Cardiff’ in bold letters inside a big, red heart, and stepped out into the sunshine in his shirtsleeves.
Normally he wouldn’t be so trusting when it came to the notoriously wayward weather. Maybe he had a touch of belated spring fever, but whatever the reason, he relished the warmth seeping through the thin cotton of his shirt, and there was a bounce to his step as he crossed the Plas, smiling only slightly less brightly than the sun.
For all he knew, this might end up being the only pleasantly warm and sunny day Cardiff got this summer; it would be an act of criminal stupidity not to make the most of it.