COOKIE JAR
I NEEDED to write something, so I randomly went on a prompt site and got: hypocrite, cookie jar.
Disclaimer: Yep, you caught me. I am actually RTD in disguise.
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Please don't tell me you actually fell for that.
Ianto slapped Jack's hand away from the jar, busying himself with the coffee machine with the other hand.
"No snacks before supper, Jack," he reminded. "Can't you wait half an hour?"
Jack pouted. "But I'm hungry."
"You'll survive. Go away and stop pestering me."
"I do not pester!"
"You do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"But you like it, surely?" Jack grinned his trademark Harkness grin and reached for the jar again.
Ianto slapped his hand away again.
"Just one?" Jack pleaded, pulling a sad face.
"No."
"Spoilsport."
"Go!" Ianto pointed to the door of the kitchen.
Jack pouted.
"Now."
Jack slunk away.
Ianto checked he had gone, before turning back to the coffee machine.
That cookie jar was looking very tempting.
Ianto forced his eyes away.
His stomach rumbled.
That cookie jar...
His stomach rumbled again.
Ianto ripped his eyes from the jar.
But his hand crept out and snatched a cookie. Surely one wouldn't hurt?
He bit into it with a sigh. Chocolate chip. His favourite.
"Yan," Jack yelled from the sitting room. "You hypocrite!"
Ianto froze. "What?" he said indistinctly through a mouthful.
"The door's still open."
Yep, that was royally awful. But I needed it. Hope you didn't get too bored!