Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Ianto/Gwen
Word Count: ~900
Spoilers:Takes place post S2, but no real spoilers
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, its characters, or its environs, nor do I receive any monetary gain.
Summary: Sometimes, Gwen fancies herself an anthropologist.
Author's Note: This fic woke me up last night. Seriously. I had to get out of bed and write it. WTF. Title and quote come from “Blame It on the Tetons” by Modest Mouse.
She lay between them, eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed, a blank canvass from which they both could take what they would.
Cross-posted. Apologies to those getting this more than once.