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Who: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones [and any other brave souls if they end up stopping by, tagging along, etc]
What: Ianto Jones... gets a tattoo.
Where: Starting at Ianto's, then a tattoo parlour
When: 2 February; Early evening
Rating: Innuendo abounds, but most likely PG-13ish
Status: openish; incomplete
Ianto asked for something to do, and Jack had given him an idea that did not involve a bed or some other flat surface in the house. Still, he had no idea why he had waited as long as he had to come to Canada to find Ianto but the important thing was that he had. He had enjoyed these past few weeks (really a month now) when he could simply enjoy Ianto's company and not have to worry about the Rift coming into play.
He hoped Gwen was okay. Daily Jack checked into the Hub computers (hopefully without Ianto's knowledge) and every day it seemed like things were continuing on the same even keel. That's all Jack asked for -- and it meant that he could continue to take a break.
A hundred years with very little vacation time? Jack supposed he could afford to take a couple of years off and enjoy time with Ianto. Right now? That was exactly what he wanted to do.
And so Jack sprawled on Ianto's couch, one boot-clad foot propped up on the armrest while he waited for Ianto to get back from wherever he was. Jack had ideas (well, they'd already been proposed once, right?) and he was ready to get out of the house. He was starting to go stir crazy.
What: Ianto Jones... gets a tattoo.
Where: Starting at Ianto's, then a tattoo parlour
When: 2 February; Early evening
Rating: Innuendo abounds, but most likely PG-13ish
Status: openish; incomplete
Ianto asked for something to do, and Jack had given him an idea that did not involve a bed or some other flat surface in the house. Still, he had no idea why he had waited as long as he had to come to Canada to find Ianto but the important thing was that he had. He had enjoyed these past few weeks (really a month now) when he could simply enjoy Ianto's company and not have to worry about the Rift coming into play.
He hoped Gwen was okay. Daily Jack checked into the Hub computers (hopefully without Ianto's knowledge) and every day it seemed like things were continuing on the same even keel. That's all Jack asked for -- and it meant that he could continue to take a break.
A hundred years with very little vacation time? Jack supposed he could afford to take a couple of years off and enjoy time with Ianto. Right now? That was exactly what he wanted to do.
And so Jack sprawled on Ianto's couch, one boot-clad foot propped up on the armrest while he waited for Ianto to get back from wherever he was. Jack had ideas (well, they'd already been proposed once, right?) and he was ready to get out of the house. He was starting to go stir crazy.