stressed
Title: Lip Service
Author: 
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Team implied.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 333 – Kiss at 
tw100
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto’s mind isn’t on the meeting.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: I might not get anything posted tomorrow as it’s Mum’s funeral, so have a second drabble, just in case.
Ianto sat at the boardroom table, only half-listening as Owen droned on about the dead alien he’d been studying. His eyes were fixed on Jack, or more precisely, on Jack’s lips, as the captain asked questions about Owen’s findings.
Jack had the most perfect lips, full, plump, and kissable. Ianto could lose himself forever just kissing him, and he tasted as good as he smelled.
When the meeting finally wound down, Ianto waited until the others had left, then rising to his feet, he stalked towards Jack and pinning his lover against the table, proceeded to make his daydreams reality.
The End