Ianto's POV
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"Shh," I whisper to the small mutt in the dog crate.
It's Christmas morning and Jack's present is held tightly in my arms.
She's restless, as she was asleep when I picked her up from my sister's, Rihannon's, house half an hour ago.
She is small, only 4 months old, but her big paws show that she will grow up to be a big girl. She has fluffy, white fur, mostly. Her ears are a pretty chocolate, along with her front left paw. Her muzzle is dipped in a light fawn, as is her right front paw and she has a little fawn jellybean under her left eye. Her emerald-green eyes are rimmed with brick red fur and she has a matching stripe from the back of her neck to the tip of her tail. Her ears are pointy and upright, and the shelter said she is a German shepherd mix. She already has a name; Scarlett.
She yips again quietly, wanting to be released.
I creep up the stairs into the Hub, her crate balances on my outstretched arms.
I squeeze the crate down the hatch into my room. I put it next to the tree and attach a stick-on now to the top.
I walk to the bed and bend over before kissing Jack's cheek.
He moans quietly and opens his eyes.
"Merry Christmas, baby." I say, kissing his lips "There's something you need to open now."
Jack stands quickly and strides over to the dog crate, opening it in one fluid motion. A small ball of white-and-brown for flies out and starts licking his face.
Jack's expression is one of pure joy.
Present well-chosen.
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Torchwood Is My Home (A Janto Fanfic)
FanfictionThe home is where the heart is, right? And the Heart of Ianto Jones belongs to Jack Harkness. And Jack's heart is Torchwood's. Ianto has never felt love like this, and neither has Jack. But this is Torchwood, so nothing lasts forever.