Fic: How Toshiko Sato Lost 30 Quid in One Day

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Title: How Toshiko Sato Lost 30 Quid in One  Day

Pairing/characters: Janto, Tosh

Rating: Pg-13

Warnings: M/M snogging, slight implications of voyeurism, fluff, silliness

Summary: All Tosh had wanted was to be able to make a pot of coffee….

Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD, not me. No money being made.
 

“How Toshiko Sato Lost 30 Quid in One Day”

 

Tosh tossed her purse onto her workstation hastily. She had a lot of work to do and intended to pull an all-nighter. Her boot heels clicked sharply against the floor as she hurried to the coffee station only to find the machine cold and decanter empty. She felt guilty as she realized Ianto was probably at home and she’d no reason to expect freshly brewed coffee unless she made it herself.

 

Tosh stood on her tip-toes in order to open the cabinet and cursed softly as it resisted her efforts. It was locked!

 

“Oh honestly,” Tosh muttered irritably. As much as she liked Ianto, his audacity left her completely floored. As though he were the only one that could make coffee!

 

Tosh stalked down the hallway toward Jack’s office. By the time she got there Tosh was no longer angry but still hoped Jack might have a key.  She rapped lightly at the door and frowned when she wasn’t greeted with the customary reply of ‘come in!’ The blinds were closed, too, which was sort of strange. Tosh tentatively tried the door and discovered it unlocked.

 

The first thing she heard was a small moan and bated breathing. Tosh’s eyes widened at what she was walking in on. It was no wonder Jack hadn’t answered her knocking. Ianto had him pressed against the window and was kissing him passionately. He had one of Jack’s hands pinned against the glass with their fingers intertwined intimately. By no means struggling to get away, Jack seemed content to let Ianto play the aggressor. His free hand was, however, cupping Ianto’s ass in a very proprietary manner.

 

Tosh gasped softly as her hand flew to her mouth in order to stifle the sound. She had no idea what to do: Clear her throat? Say something witty? Run away? It certainly didn’t help that she was getting pretty turned on.

 

Ianto broke the kiss in order to press his lips against the inside of Jack’s wrist. Jack’s grin was purely lustful as Ianto trailed open-mouthed kisses down his bare arm. Tosh began to panic as Ianto’s free hand began to unbutton Jack’s shirt. Ohhh…she needed to stop this. Yet she was riveted, all but rooted to the spot.

 

“Hmm, Ianto you are getting me so hot,” Jack sighed softly.

 

Ianto chuckled as he captured Jack’s mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. When he spoke his accent was strong and teasingly seductive, “I aim to please, Sir.”

 

“You always do, believe me,” Jack assured him huskily.

 

Tosh blushed and knew she shouldn’t stay silent any longer. Hearing their brief exchange had broken the spell of watching two extremely attractive men snog. She’d walked in on something she ought not to be seeing much less getting her jollies out of witnessing such an intimate display.

 

“Excuse me, sorry….” She trailed off awkwardly.

 

Ianto turned wide eyes to the third voice in the room. He blushed as Jack grinned wolfishly. Tosh swallowed hard, unnerved by Jack’s smile.

 

“What’s up, Tosh?” Jack drawled. He was completely nonplussed and his only concession to modesty was to move the hand resting comfortably on Ianto’s posterior up to settle along the small of his back.

 

“Er, I just wanted to make some coffee but the cabinet is locked. I don’t suppose either of you have a key?” Tosh spoke quickly.

 

Ianto sighed ruefully, “I’ll take care of it. How many cups then?”

 

“No,” Tosh shook her head, “I’ll take care of it. You’re…um, busy.”

 

Ianto turned a deeper shade of red with his embarrassment. Jack just laughed, disengaged his hand from Ianto’s clutches, and dipped his fingers into a pocket on his lover’s waistcoat. He tossed the keys in Tosh's direction. She caught them with only marginal grace, mumbled a thank you, and quickly left the office.

 

Tosh stood in the hallway for a moment, catching her breath. She wasn’t surprised when she heard the door being locked. Tosh sighed softly as she began to head back toward the coffee station. She slid open her mobile and pressed the button that speed dialed Owen’s number.

 

“’Lo?” Owen’s voice sounded thick from either sleep or drink.

 

“It looks like I owe you thirty quid,” Tosh couldn’t keep the grin off her face despite the fact she was losing money.

 

Finis.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[wufei_w]

:Is on the floor laughing her ass off:

That was brilliant! XD!!

You know that the first chance that Ianto gets he's going to go check and make sure she didn't mess up and break the poor coffee pot, he's such a control-freak. <3

[brutal_priestess]

*snorts* Yep, makes ya wonder what Jack did to earn the pleasure of being in such a position....

XD

Don't ask me, cos I don't know. I hadn't worked out that little detail, just the hot little image.

[wufei_w]

Maybe he gave Ianto some dark chocolate? <3

[brutal_priestess]

So we're talking liquid dark chocolate, right? You know the kind that can be painted on the body....

*cue big, evil shit-eating grin*

[wufei_w]

Well of course! With brushes of different shapes and sizes, to you know, get to those hard to reach areas.

[brutal_priestess]

Oooh...I've never been one for sex+food, but damn, what an image....

[wufei_w]

Little stick figures and smiley faces everywhere!

[brutal_priestess]

Well...now there's some absurdity for ya:

Ianto: *looking down* Are you actually drawing a smiley face on my upper thigh?
Jack: Yeah sure, why not?
Ianto: *long suffering sigh* God, you really are a loon, sometimes.

[wufei_w]

Jack: Wait 'till you see what's on your bum. ;D

[brutal_priestess]

Ianto: You know, most people are more concerned with the edibility factor rather than what sort of graffiti they can litter upon their lover's body.
Jack: Hey, think of it this way: The more I doodle, the more I have to lick off.
Ianto: *arching eyebrows* Duly noted. Carry on then.

[wufei_w]

Jack: *wiggles eyebrows and waves brush suggestively*

[brutal_priestess]

Ianto: Hmmm...what are you doing now? *reading off the letters being painted on his stomach* J-A-C-K+I-A-N-T-O 4-E-V-E-R. Oh my god, Jack, really? Are we 6 now?
Jack: I have always been called 'young at heart'. *grins*

[wufei_w]

Ianto: And what the bloody hell are those stick figures doing to my navel?

[brutal_priestess]

Need a Ianto pic for that one. Also preferably half-naked. No easy task that...

Hm....

*thinks*

[wufei_w]

If you can't find a half-naked!Ianto pic a bitch-face!Ianto should work, I know there are a lot of those out there. lol <3

[brutal_priestess]

Bitch face?

Oh my, but I don't think he minds all that much.

[wufei_w]

Ah! It's a term we use in the Supernatural fandom to describe the disapproving expression Sam has whenever Dean does anything. I've notice that Ianto often has that look on his face from what I've been able to see on the show. It's an affectionate term. <3

And I don't think he really minds either, but can't let Jack's ego get too big. lol ;D

[brutal_priestess]

Ah yes...Ianto's disapproving looks are so cute, though! So...Welsh.

I think it's a bit too late to worry about stroking Jack's ego....

[wufei_w]

It's why I love him best. <3

Your right, he's had a few lifetimes worth of ego stroking, not much could pop that big head of his. XD

[brutal_priestess]

And the suits. Can't forget those suits. I have a weakness for well-dressed men.

XD Well, really this is Jack we're talking about. He strokes his own ego just by looking in a mirror.

[wufei_w]

I just want to pinch him! XD!!

Jack: I am the mother-funking P-I-M-P! Damn I'm sexy!

[brutal_priestess]

*grins slyly* Oh yeah, whereabouts?

*facepalm* That's a horrific image. XD

[wufei_w]

Places that would cause him to have that disapproving expression. <3

But so very true. :snickers:

[brutal_priestess]

Oooh...

Nah, I mean he's just so gorgeous that there's no way that he can stay too depressed. It's like: "I'm immortal and lonely and I've done horrible things--but at least I'm sexy!"

[wufei_w]

That's right, the sexy mother-fucking P-I-M-P!