Double Drabble: On The Brink
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Title: On The Brink
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Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 833: Roll at
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Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There are good and bad points to sharing Jack’s cramped cot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack’s bunk really wasn’t big enough for two grown men. There was scarcely room enough for one to sleep comfortably, although even Ianto had to admit that it was cosy on a cold night, lying practically on top of each other and sharing body heat. Snuggling close to Jack was like sharing a bed with a life-sized teddy bear crossed with a hot water bottle.
They’d both fallen asleep quickly after their exertions, worn out from a busy day, Jack dragging the blankets over them before Ianto could even begin to feel a bit chilly. But now Ianto was barely half awake and vaguely aware that he seemed to have lost all feeling in one of his legs. That must be what had dragged him out of his exhausted slumber.
He had to move, his leg was beginning to tingle painfully, but as he attempted to roll over in the confined space, he immediately found himself teetering right on the edge of the mattress, with no way to squirm back on. If he rolled any further, he’d be on the floor.
Jack stirred, mumbling in his sleep, one arm looping around Ianto and dragging him closer.
Ianto relaxed. Problem solved.
The End
They’d both fallen asleep quickly after their exertions, worn out from a busy day, Jack dragging the blankets over them before Ianto could even begin to feel a bit chilly. But now Ianto was barely half awake and vaguely aware that he seemed to have lost all feeling in one of his legs. That must be what had dragged him out of his exhausted slumber.
He had to move, his leg was beginning to tingle painfully, but as he attempted to roll over in the confined space, he immediately found himself teetering right on the edge of the mattress, with no way to squirm back on. If he rolled any further, he’d be on the floor.
Jack stirred, mumbling in his sleep, one arm looping around Ianto and dragging him closer.
Ianto relaxed. Problem solved.
The End
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Date: 2024-10-02 02:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-10-02 05:20 pm (UTC)Thank you!