Jack no
Jack that’s not how you celebrate Easter
JaCK NO THOSE SHOULDN’T VIBRATE
Gwen, Owen, Tosh and Ianto laughed as they came back from lunch. It was Easter weekend and Jack had promised to try and let them have the whole weekend off, ‘rift permitting’. He’d shooed the four of them off, claiming he had some work to do, and now they were stepping back into the hub.
The laughter died as they stared at the sight before them. Jack was dressed in fishnet stockings, a corset and had a pair of bunny ears perched on his head. In his hand was a basket of eggs.
Gwen patted Ianto’s arm. “Looks like something you should handle, Ianto.”
“Aw, I’ve got enough for everybody.”
Owen snorted. “That’s okay Jack.” He and Tosh beat a hasty retreat, followed after a moment by Gwen.
Ianto waited until the door closed behind him. “Jack, why are the eggs vibrating.”