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TWFanFic: Growing On Me [Owen Harper/Ianto Jones]

Title: Growing On Me
Rating(s): PG-Rated.
Pairing(s): Owen Harper/Ianto Jones.
Word Count: 497words
Challenge: written for writerinadrawerround 1.05 "Oops".
A/N: I'd meant to post this a couple of weeks ago, but just haven't had a moment until now. When submitted to WiaD I recieved only negative votes for this entry and thus was one of the entrants who ended up in a drawer, so all manner of constructive critisism is more than appreciated. 

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I told you not to eat it!” Ianto snapped, turning a glare upon Owen who returned the look with a scowl just as ferocious.

“How was I supposed to know the candy was cursed?” He grouched; his hand on his hip as he squared off to Ianto.

“Aside from the fact that this is Torchwood and we deal with all manner of alien artefacts-,”

“We eat in here all the time!” Owen interrupted. Ianto pinched at the bridge of his nose, gathering his control before deigning to reply.

“Not, as far as I’m aware, from quarantined parcels I’ve explicitly labelled as being unfit for consumption.”

“Yeah, well…” Owen shrugged and Ianto had the unsettling sensation of feeling his own shoulder lift and fall with the movement. He squeezed his eyes shut in the hopes that when he opened them again he’d awaken from this particularly awful nightmare.

“How come you got… affected too?” Owen asked, his voice a mutter as he prodded at Ianto’s chest.

Ianto’s slapped the hand away. Inching his eyes open only to wince as he realised nothing had changed. He sighed and turned his head to look at Owen’s head.

“Clearly I’m being punished for all my offences.” He grumbled, looking away and tugging at the white sheet covering them from the waist down.

“Oh, ha-ha!” Owen mocked, flicking at Ianto’s ear.

“Will you please stop touching me?” Ianto snapped, whacking at Owen’s hand again.

“Hey, you’re a part of me now, so… technically I’m touching myself.” Owen grinned in a way that made Ianto blanch, before blushing an unflattering shade of pink.

“How do you know it’s not you who’s growing on me?” Ianto shot back whilst trying to ignore Owen’s lecherous grin.

“You’re blushing!” Owen crowed, grinning more widely. Ianto grit his teeth.

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are.” Owen reached out, prodding at Ianto’s chest again. Ianto grabbed at his finger, meaning to sharply twist it the wrong way but somehow finding himself just… holding on. Owen was watching him, some blend of curiosity and interest- as if he were examining Ianto as some alien specimen he found particularly fascinating. Ianto found himself staring back.

“It’s sort of fascinating…” Owen whispered, flexing his fingers about Ianto’s hand. “That I have control of the right side and you the left and yet…” he looked down as best he could. “And yet we have only one body between us. One set of arms, one pair of legs… one…” he drifted off, waggling his eyebrows.

“Owen!” Ianto swiftly dropped the doctor’s hand.

“Two heads though,” Owen smirked.

“You’re not- you’re not dealing with this properly!” Ianto huffed. “We need to figure out how to de-attach ourselves!”

“Jack’s working on that right now,” Owen said, reaching out to stroke at Ianto’s face, “which leaves us plenty of time to get better acquainted.”

“I think that candy has addled your senses, Owen.” Ianto breathed, but this time, he made no move to push Owen away.

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End

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Tags: [&]: [m/m]: owen harper/ianto jones, challenge: writer in a drawer, fanfic: torchwood
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