Pairing: Ianto/Coffee Machine
Word Count: 100
A/N: Written for torchwoodsunday.
She was beautiful: sleek black curves and a silver drip tray, with three buttons on the bottom. The central one glowed a warm orange colour, inviting him in with an invisible smile.
The white motif gave him pornographic promises as Ianto waited in anticipation. He took heavy breaths through an open mouth, his body tingling.
The water whispered and writhed as it boiled, and a rich and heady scent floated through the kitchen. It was an invasion of the senses: Ianto knew that Jack's touch would never compare to the intense experience that this simple coffee machine offered him daily.