brutal_priestess | Fic: How Toshiko Sato Lost 30 Quid in One Day (Reply)

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.