Patter Of Tiny ... Paws

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Title: Christmas 4/? - Patter Of Tiny ... Paws
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters For Series: Jack/Ianto, Gwen Rhys
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Ianto give Jack a fluffy pressie
Spoilers: None
Warnings For Series: Fluff, Smut, Madness ...
Rating: PG13

A/N A series of Christmas and New Year fics, all inspired by the wonderful prompts i have been given. This was meant to be 12 fics long but it appears to have evolved into something longer and now the intention is to post one a day for the whole of December ... what have i talked myself into! The Prompt list is here: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/121341.html#cutid1 And this fic was inspired by a prompt from mizzclara

Previous chapters: http://missthingsplace.livejournal.com/124506.html#cutid1

Posted in the hope Teachwriteslash will post part b of chapter 58 of Unbreakable as she asked so nicely ...

Ianto was woken early on Christmas morning by a very excited Jack, he opened an eye and peered at the alarm clock next to the bed, groaned when he realised it wasn't even six in the morning and lay on his front, buried his head in his pillow and put another pillow over his head as he attempted to go back to sleep.

Jack ripped the duvet from his body making Ianto yelp as cool air hit him.

“Get up, it's snowing.” Jack told him excitedly.

“It'll still be there in a couple of hours, come back to bed.” Ianto replied, trying to grab the duvet from Jack's hand.

“It's Christmas, I want my presents.” Jack tried to pout but he couldn't keep the smile off his face.

“Too early, come back here and I'll take your mind off of presents.” Ianto said as he rolled onto his front.

Jack took in the sight of Ianto's naked and obviously aroused body and climbed back on the bed, dragging the duvet back over them as he rolled on top of Ianto. When they emerged from the bedroom a couple of hours later the heating had kicked in and was warming Ianto's flat, wearing only dressing gowns Jack dragged Ianto the to tree and they slowly opened they presents to each other.

Over a leisurely breakfast Ianto told Jack he had one more present for him but it wouldn't arrive for a couple of hours, Jack tried his best to get Ianto to drop clues as to what it was but he wouldn't give him any. Ianto dragged Jack out the house and into the snow, knowing it would take his mind off the forthcoming present.

Wrapped up against the cold they walked had in hand along the deserted street, the show crunching under their feet. The whole world had turned white and the snow was still falling steadily around them as Ianto pulled Jack to a halt under a tree, pressed him against the trunk and kissed him tenderly.

“I love fresh snow, it's so beautiful.” Jack told him when they parted. “No snow where I grew up.”

“It's okay till it gets all slushy and yucky.” Ianto moaned.

“Where your romance, look about you and tell me this isn't just gorgeous.”

Ianto glanced about. “Yep, it is but it's a shame it doesn't stay that way.”

“I give up.” Jack grinned, kissing him again not realising they weren't alone in the street any longer.

A little giggle caused them to pull apart as two teenage girls walking a puppy walked by, seemingly amused by Jack and Ianto snogging beneath the tree. Ianto's cheeks were already pink from the cold but they turned a shade deeper as Jack wished them a merry christmas.

“Cute puppy.” Jack said taking Ianto's hand and leading him back towards the flat. “I'd like a dog one day.”

“Not a cat person then?” Ianto asked.

“No, give me a dog anyway.” Jack replied, not noticing the small smile playing on Ianto's lips.

Once back at the flat Jack wanted to know how long it was till his present arrived and how it was getting there, Ianto told him soon and dragged him onto the sofa. They were totally engrossed in each other as they lay there snogging when the door bell rang, Ianto dragged himself from Jack's arms as rushed to answer it.

When Jack heard voices and realised they belonged to Gwen and Rhys he felt a little annoyed, he had wanted to spend the whole day alone with Ianto if possible and not have anything to do with anything connected to Torchwood. When they entered the room though, looking frozen he told himself to not be so mean and offered them a drink, wondering where Ianto had got to.

“That'd be nice mate, thanks.” Answered Rhys, ignoring Gwen's elbow in his ribs.

“Sit.” Jack told them.

“We can't stay long.” Gwen told him as Ryhs pulled her down onto the sofa.

“Jack.” Ianto's voice called out from the bedroom, sounding urgent.

“Back in a sec.” Jack told Gwen and Rhys as he went to see what the problem was.

When he entered the bedroom he saw Ianto sat in the middle of the bed holding a large looking black puppy with a big red ribbon tied around it's neck, wriggling as it tried to escape Ianto's arms.

“Mine?” Jack asked not sure if he should be happy.

“Yours.” Ianto told him as he sat on the bed beside Ianto.

Ianto handed him the puppy. “He has huge paws.” Jack exclaimed.

“He's a Labrador / Newfoundland cross, he's going to be gorgeous.” Ianto grinned.

“He already is, thank you.”

Jack tried to hold the wriggling puppy as he kissed Ianto deeply.

“I thought he could live here, I mean we can't take him to the hub as Myfanwy would eat him for breakfast.” Ianto told him.

“Any excuse to get me in your flat.” Jack smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“About that, I thought maybe you could live here too?” Ianto added hesitently.

“Really?”

“Yep, we've been a couple for almost three years now Jack, time to take the next step.”

“You, me and a puppy, all domesticated ... I think I like that idea.” Jack grinned.

The puppy had calmed down and fallen to sleep between them, Jack reached over and placed his hand behind Ianto's head pulling him into another kiss. Neither of them heard the first shout that came from the other room, or the second. The third shout was yelled very loudly by Gwen.

“You two, stop making out in front of the puppy, we were promised drinks.”

Grinning Jack swooped the sleeping puppy into his arms, waking it up and was rewarded by it licking his face.

“I could get jealous.” Ianto joked as they left the room.

“I can lick you later.” Jack chuckled.

“I'll keep you to that.” Ianto told him as they entered the living room.

“So, what's the puppies name?” Enquired Gwen.

“Ben.” Replied Jack without any need to think, watching Ianto as he headed for the kitchen and realising how much he actually wanted to move in with him.

The End.

A/N We had a Labrador / Newfoundland called Ben, he was a wonderful soppy lump and I still miss him now.

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