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Ficlet: Accentuate The Positive

Title: Accentuate The Positive

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Jack’s looking rather eye-catching today.

Word Count: 319

Content Notes: None needed.

Written For: Challenge #112: Stripes at fan_flashworks

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.

Ianto looked up as Jack came out of his office and found himself staring, unable to take his eyes off his husband.

Grinning, Jack held his arms out from his sides and did a rather careful twirl.

“It’s my new sweater. What do you think? Do you like it?”

Coming up from the autopsy bay, Owen stopped in his tracks and burst out laughing.

“Bloody hell, Jack, what the fuck are you wearing? You look like a beach ball!”

Jack’s face fell and his lips trembled. “I read somewhere that stripes have a slimming effect, I thought it would make me look less lumpy,” he said sadly.

“It’s vertical stripes that are slimming, Jack,” Tosh told him kindly, “not horizontal.”

“Oh.” Jack drooped.

Ianto finally found his voice.

“Cariad, you’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and you’re gorgeous. You don’t need to look slimmer, be proud of your baby bump and show it off; that’s our little miracle in there.” He placed his hand on Jack’s swollen belly, stroking gently. “And I happen to like the sweater; it’s bright and cheery, and the colours make you glow. Just ignore Owen, you know what he’s like, never cares about other people’s feelings. His opinion doesn’t matter anyway, right?”

Jack nodded, cheering up. “Right. You really like it? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I love you in stripes,” Ianto assured him. “Makes you look incredibly sexy.” Lowering his voice so only Jack could hear, he leant closer to whisper in his husband’s ear. “I’ve always had a thing for stripes.”

Jack’s answering smile lit up the Hub.

Owen groaned. “Get a room, you two!”

“Well, if you insist, Owen.” Ianto winked at Jack, took his hand and led him back towards their quarters.

“Great. That’s the last we’ll see of them today,” Owen muttered, stalking over to his workstation. “Only Ianto would have a kink for stripes.”

The End

Tags: fan_flashworks, fic, fic: one-shot, fic: pg-13, ficlet, fluff, ianto jones, jack harkness, jack/ianto, owen harper, torchwood fic, toshiko sato

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