Torchwood -- Mall Rats
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horizonssing Challenge: Day Seventeen
Count the Ways prompt: Pretty Men
Date Written: 7/25/08
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 316
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, OFC
Spoilers: Minor for Series 02, specifically Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
Warnings: None
Author Notes: Another one from Comic Con! Short and sweet.
It took Erin about fifteen minutes to work up her nerve. It didn't help matters that her mates were egging her on, that just made her dig her heels in even more.
When she got up her courage, she stood and had to take a deep breath. Straightening her skirt she walked right over to the man sitting in -- no, lounging, draped over the chair in the food court table, a blue wool coat draped over the chair next to him, feet underneath the table as he slouched down so low that he could tip his head back over the edge of the chair.
Erin stepped up and he opened beautiful blue eyes. "Can I help you?" he asked. Oh, sexy American accent too.
She leaned in and planted one hell of a snog on him, inwardly crowing when the man responded with equal vigor. Her mates were whooping and hollering at their table across the way, cheering her on.
After a long, long minute she pulled back and grinned at him. "So how about your mobile number?" she asked.
Someone behind her cleared his throat and Erin turned. Another man stood behind her, dressed in a business suit and tie, a paper plates with a slice of pizza in each hand. One dark eyebrow was raised in question. "Having fun, Jack?" he drawled in a Welsh accent.
"She started it!" the American -- Jack -- defended, pointing up at her.
The Welshman stepped around them, setting the plates down on the table. He fixed Erin with an unreadable look before reaching down and running a possessive hand through Jack's hair.
Jack let out a dazzling grin when the other pulled him up by the back of his head and kissed him hard and passionately. Erin could feel the desire, the heat, coming from the two of them.
Oh.
Damn.
Pretty to look at though.
horizonssing Challenge: Day SeventeenCount the Ways prompt: Pretty Men
Date Written: 7/25/08
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 316
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, OFC
Spoilers: Minor for Series 02, specifically Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
Warnings: None
Author Notes: Another one from Comic Con! Short and sweet.
It took Erin about fifteen minutes to work up her nerve. It didn't help matters that her mates were egging her on, that just made her dig her heels in even more.
When she got up her courage, she stood and had to take a deep breath. Straightening her skirt she walked right over to the man sitting in -- no, lounging, draped over the chair in the food court table, a blue wool coat draped over the chair next to him, feet underneath the table as he slouched down so low that he could tip his head back over the edge of the chair.
Erin stepped up and he opened beautiful blue eyes. "Can I help you?" he asked. Oh, sexy American accent too.
She leaned in and planted one hell of a snog on him, inwardly crowing when the man responded with equal vigor. Her mates were whooping and hollering at their table across the way, cheering her on.
After a long, long minute she pulled back and grinned at him. "So how about your mobile number?" she asked.
Someone behind her cleared his throat and Erin turned. Another man stood behind her, dressed in a business suit and tie, a paper plates with a slice of pizza in each hand. One dark eyebrow was raised in question. "Having fun, Jack?" he drawled in a Welsh accent.
"She started it!" the American -- Jack -- defended, pointing up at her.
The Welshman stepped around them, setting the plates down on the table. He fixed Erin with an unreadable look before reaching down and running a possessive hand through Jack's hair.
Jack let out a dazzling grin when the other pulled him up by the back of his head and kissed him hard and passionately. Erin could feel the desire, the heat, coming from the two of them.
Oh.
Damn.
Pretty to look at though.
