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osprey_archerOne of my friends it turning twenty-one today (she’s Muslim, so her exciting plans are going to the local bar and using her free voucher to buy a Pepsi) so I’m in a birthday mood. So I dug out this old drabble and stitched it up and built it into a double drabble and…I hope you like it.
Title: Happy Birthday
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Pairing: Owen/Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Gwen slapped Owen’s hand away from the chocolate cupcakes. “For Ianto’s birthday,” she admonished.
Gwen slapped Owen’s hand away from the chocolate cupcakes. “For Ianto’s birthday,” she admonished.
“Just one?” Owen said.
“No.”
“Nutter.”
“If I let you take one, you’ll take a second and a third and before you know it half the platter will be empty.”
Owen sulked. Gwen sighed. “Do you always think with your stomach?”
“Or my libido.”
Gwen looked like she might offer sexual favors to keep Owen off Ianto’s cupcakes. She banished him to the autopsy room instead.
Owen waited nearly an hour before he resurfaced—only to find Ianto standing guard.
This would require finesse.
“You know a good birthday tradition?” Owen said. “Spanking.”
“You know a good Torchwood tradition?” said Ianto. “Feeding employees to Weevils.”
“I could take a Weevil,” says Owen.
“But we’d all rather you didn’t.”
“Not that way.” Owen sidled closer to the cupcakes. “You know another Torchwood tradition?” he said, breathing in chocolate and Ianto’s cologne. “Birthday kisses.”
“Only in your deluded—” Owen laced his hands behind Ianto’s neck and kissed him till he had Ianto pinned gasping to the table.
“Not such a bad tradition?”
“Run it by me again.”
Owen slipped a cupcake into his pocket, and kissed until Ianto groaned.
Also, would anyone be willing to beta a Pushing Daisies/Torchwood crossover? I could not resist. And you know Jack wouldn’t get Ned and Chuck’s relationship.
Title: Happy Birthday
Author:
osprey_archerPairing: Owen/Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Gwen slapped Owen’s hand away from the chocolate cupcakes. “For Ianto’s birthday,” she admonished.
Gwen slapped Owen’s hand away from the chocolate cupcakes. “For Ianto’s birthday,” she admonished.
“Just one?” Owen said.
“No.”
“Nutter.”
“If I let you take one, you’ll take a second and a third and before you know it half the platter will be empty.”
Owen sulked. Gwen sighed. “Do you always think with your stomach?”
“Or my libido.”
Gwen looked like she might offer sexual favors to keep Owen off Ianto’s cupcakes. She banished him to the autopsy room instead.
Owen waited nearly an hour before he resurfaced—only to find Ianto standing guard.
This would require finesse.
“You know a good birthday tradition?” Owen said. “Spanking.”
“You know a good Torchwood tradition?” said Ianto. “Feeding employees to Weevils.”
“I could take a Weevil,” says Owen.
“But we’d all rather you didn’t.”
“Not that way.” Owen sidled closer to the cupcakes. “You know another Torchwood tradition?” he said, breathing in chocolate and Ianto’s cologne. “Birthday kisses.”
“Only in your deluded—” Owen laced his hands behind Ianto’s neck and kissed him till he had Ianto pinned gasping to the table.
“Not such a bad tradition?”
“Run it by me again.”
Owen slipped a cupcake into his pocket, and kissed until Ianto groaned.
Also, would anyone be willing to beta a Pushing Daisies/Torchwood crossover? I could not resist. And you know Jack wouldn’t get Ned and Chuck’s relationship.
