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donutsweeper) wrote2007-07-29 11:04 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2007-07-29 11:04 pm
Tonight's Entree: Purple
Title: Tonight's Entree: Purple
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warning: G
Word Count: 257
Summary: Jack makes Ianto dinner
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating/Warning: G
Word Count: 257
Summary: Jack makes Ianto dinner
“Jack...What is it?”
“Just try it, Ianto.”
“But... but... it’s purple.”
“Yeah, I had to add some food dye to get the color just right.”
“You wanted it to be purple?”
“Yep.”
“But, it’s purple!”
“Try it, you’ll like it.”
“Food’s not supposed to be purple.”
“Sure it is!”
“Not this purple.”
“You said you wanted me to cook for you.”
“I meant food. Real food.”
“This is real food!”
“Not when it’s so purple.”
“What’s wrong with purple? If you don’t like the color than close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
“Or I could blindfold you.”
“Ha! And have this turn into something kinky? No thank you!”
“You think so little of me, Ianto Jones.”
“I know you too well, Jack Harkness.”
“Aren’t you even going to ask why I made this particular dish?”
“To torture me?”
“Nope.”
“To punish me?”
“Nope, although we could get started on that later.”
“Jack! Fine. Alright, why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you make me this purple monstrosity?”
“It’s not a monstrosity, it’s a delicacy.”
“Delicacy?!?! On what planet?”
“Well.. Umm... Well, that doesn’t matter”
“Jack....Why are you blushing?”
“Never mind! If you don’t want it...”
“No, no, no. I’m the one who asked you to make me dinner in the first place....”
“I really think you will like it.”
“What is it supposed to be?”
“It’s not what it’s supposed to be, it’s what it’s supposed to do that matters.”
“What?”
“Think oysters, only a hundred times more potent.”
“Oooh, I think I’m going to like purple.”
“Just try it, Ianto.”
“But... but... it’s purple.”
“Yeah, I had to add some food dye to get the color just right.”
“You wanted it to be purple?”
“Yep.”
“But, it’s purple!”
“Try it, you’ll like it.”
“Food’s not supposed to be purple.”
“Sure it is!”
“Not this purple.”
“You said you wanted me to cook for you.”
“I meant food. Real food.”
“This is real food!”
“Not when it’s so purple.”
“What’s wrong with purple? If you don’t like the color than close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
“Or I could blindfold you.”
“Ha! And have this turn into something kinky? No thank you!”
“You think so little of me, Ianto Jones.”
“I know you too well, Jack Harkness.”
“Aren’t you even going to ask why I made this particular dish?”
“To torture me?”
“Nope.”
“To punish me?”
“Nope, although we could get started on that later.”
“Jack! Fine. Alright, why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you make me this purple monstrosity?”
“It’s not a monstrosity, it’s a delicacy.”
“Delicacy?!?! On what planet?”
“Well.. Umm... Well, that doesn’t matter”
“Jack....Why are you blushing?”
“Never mind! If you don’t want it...”
“No, no, no. I’m the one who asked you to make me dinner in the first place....”
“I really think you will like it.”
“What is it supposed to be?”
“It’s not what it’s supposed to be, it’s what it’s supposed to do that matters.”
“What?”
“Think oysters, only a hundred times more potent.”
“Oooh, I think I’m going to like purple.”
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