Guilt: Redux - 15/17+Epilogue
Title: Guilt: Redux
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, references to Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: Ianto knows he should be happy. He has his work and he has Lisa. Again. Finally. He knows he should be happy.
Author's Note: Alternate ending to Guilt - events of Guilt up to around ch50 take place. This picks up many months later... (There's a short recap of 'what you NEED to know from Guilt' before chapter one, if you haven't read it)
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens in this...
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Fifteen
Lisa smiled up at Ianto as he dropped onto the sofa next to her, DVD player remote in hand. “Not seeing Jack tonight, then?”
Ianto shook his head. “Nah. Guess you’re stuck with me.”
Lisa threw her arm across her forehead over-dramatically. “Oh, how shall I ever survive such torture and torment?”
He laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way.” He waggled the DVD remote. “If my company gets to be truly too awful, just concentrate harder on the movie. Given that your favourite Mr. Depp is the star, I don’t imagine that will be too much of a chore.”
Lisa smiled and nudged him with her shoulder. “Oh, it really wouldn’t be, but I’m looking forward more actually to spending an evening with you. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Jack.” She smirked. “And I know you do. But it’s nice just to spend some time together just the two of us.”
Ianto nodded. “It is. And I’m sorry; we haven’t really done it a lot the last couple of weeks, have we? I’ve just… I let myself get caught up in Jack, I guess.”
“Maybe a little,” Lisa smiled, thinking of just how much of Jack she’d seen herself, now that Ianto had finally gotten over his hang-ups about inviting him back to the flat of an evening. And even on nights that he and Ianto hadn’t designated as a ‘date night’, Jack would often be found hanging around their flat, as likely to be gossiping like a little old lady with Lisa as he was to be attempting to molest Ianto in the kitchen (Ianto’s description, not Jack’s).
“Not that that’s a bad thing,” she added. “And I certainly don’t blame you. You’ve been lusting after him for so long, you’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” She nudged him again. “And I bet Jack knows all sorts of ways to make it up.”
“Lisa…” Ianto said in a low, slightly strangled voice. He had his suspicions about where this line of conversation was leading. “If you’re about to ask what I think you’re about to ask… well, please don’t ask it.”
Lisa pouted playfully. Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, alright then. Ask. But I’m not promising that I’ll answer.”
A grin lit up Lisa’s face. “He’s good, isn’t he? I bet he’s good. I mean, he’s had all these years to… refine his skills. Surely he’s good.”
Ianto said nothing, but couldn’t suppress the small smile that worked its way onto his lips.
Lisa poked at him. “Well?”
He shook his head. “I’m not saying anything.” The smile didn’t diminish, though, and Lisa spotted it and bounced a little in glee.
“You don’t have to. That little smile says it all. He’s good.”
Ianto swallowed hard and tried to ignore Lisa’s stare. “I’m starting the film now.”
Lisa snatched the remote control out of his hand and returned the DVD to its title screen. “Not until you answer the question.”
Ianto glowered at Lisa for a moment before sighing. “Okay, okay. Alright, yes. He’s good. Very good, even. Now can we watch the movie?” He reached down the side of the sofa for the DVD case, waggling it in front of Lisa. “Johnny Depp? Singing?”
Lisa pushed the case out of the way and shook her head. “Oh no, you don’t get away that easily. You can’t just tell me ‘very good’ and not give me details.”
“Nuh-uh.” Ianto shook his head vehemently. “I am not going there. No. No way.”
“Oh come on,” Lisa said, a little bit of a whine entering her tone. “I already know he’s the first man you’ve actually slept with.” She paused and shot him a sidelong look. “You are shagging Jack, right?”
Ianto felt his cheeks heating and screwed his eyes shut, regretting that, as a seventeen year old, he had given into Lisa - then just a good friend - and spilled a few details about some of the guys he dated, including the fact that he’d never gone ‘all the way’ with any of them.
If he’d thought of it earlier, he would have been waiting for her to start asking him about his love life with Jack - after all, she’d asked about almost every boy he’d gone out with in the nearly two years they’d been friends before finally starting to date.
He opened his eyes and found Lisa still looking at him expectantly. He shook his head in disbelief at himself and threw caution to the wind. “Yes. Yes, we are.”
“And? How did it go? Were you worried? Scared? Was it worth waiting for?” Lisa’s eyes were wide and curious.
Ianto smiled in reminiscence. “It went just fine, thank you very much,” he said. “And yes, it was absolutely 100% worth waiting for.”
“So, is it different than what you were expecting?” Lisa asked, inquisitively. “Is it really all that different to sleeping with girls? Is it…?”
Ianto chuckled, despite himself. “How many of these questions do you have? Have you been waiting and storing them up or something?”
Lisa shrugged. “Quite a few, actually. And yes.”
He shook his head and grinned. “How about I call Jack now and we can shag on the floor in front of you? Would that satisfy your curiosity? Answer your questions?”
Lisa tilted her head, as if seriously considering it. “Well, if you're suggesting it...” she smirked.
Ianto threw back his head and laughed out loud. “Remind me again why I was ever worried about making things awkward for you,” he said, looking over at her. “You’re a menace.”
Chapter Sixteen
Comments and concrit (yes, really) are adored. Comments = <3
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, references to Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I was the one who owned Torchwood, you think I'd admit it now?
Spoilers: Some information and events from s1,2. NONE for s3.
Summary: Ianto knows he should be happy. He has his work and he has Lisa. Again. Finally. He knows he should be happy.
Author's Note: Alternate ending to Guilt - events of Guilt up to around ch50 take place. This picks up many months later... (There's a short recap of 'what you NEED to know from Guilt' before chapter one, if you haven't read it)
Thanks to: My lovely beta cazmalfoy, angelzbabe1989 for idea bouncing, and morbid_sparks for cheerleading even when she doesn't know what happens in this...
Previous chapters at master list
Chapter Fifteen
Lisa smiled up at Ianto as he dropped onto the sofa next to her, DVD player remote in hand. “Not seeing Jack tonight, then?”
Ianto shook his head. “Nah. Guess you’re stuck with me.”
Lisa threw her arm across her forehead over-dramatically. “Oh, how shall I ever survive such torture and torment?”
He laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way.” He waggled the DVD remote. “If my company gets to be truly too awful, just concentrate harder on the movie. Given that your favourite Mr. Depp is the star, I don’t imagine that will be too much of a chore.”
Lisa smiled and nudged him with her shoulder. “Oh, it really wouldn’t be, but I’m looking forward more actually to spending an evening with you. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Jack.” She smirked. “And I know you do. But it’s nice just to spend some time together just the two of us.”
Ianto nodded. “It is. And I’m sorry; we haven’t really done it a lot the last couple of weeks, have we? I’ve just… I let myself get caught up in Jack, I guess.”
“Maybe a little,” Lisa smiled, thinking of just how much of Jack she’d seen herself, now that Ianto had finally gotten over his hang-ups about inviting him back to the flat of an evening. And even on nights that he and Ianto hadn’t designated as a ‘date night’, Jack would often be found hanging around their flat, as likely to be gossiping like a little old lady with Lisa as he was to be attempting to molest Ianto in the kitchen (Ianto’s description, not Jack’s).
“Not that that’s a bad thing,” she added. “And I certainly don’t blame you. You’ve been lusting after him for so long, you’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” She nudged him again. “And I bet Jack knows all sorts of ways to make it up.”
“Lisa…” Ianto said in a low, slightly strangled voice. He had his suspicions about where this line of conversation was leading. “If you’re about to ask what I think you’re about to ask… well, please don’t ask it.”
Lisa pouted playfully. Ianto sighed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, alright then. Ask. But I’m not promising that I’ll answer.”
A grin lit up Lisa’s face. “He’s good, isn’t he? I bet he’s good. I mean, he’s had all these years to… refine his skills. Surely he’s good.”
Ianto said nothing, but couldn’t suppress the small smile that worked its way onto his lips.
Lisa poked at him. “Well?”
He shook his head. “I’m not saying anything.” The smile didn’t diminish, though, and Lisa spotted it and bounced a little in glee.
“You don’t have to. That little smile says it all. He’s good.”
Ianto swallowed hard and tried to ignore Lisa’s stare. “I’m starting the film now.”
Lisa snatched the remote control out of his hand and returned the DVD to its title screen. “Not until you answer the question.”
Ianto glowered at Lisa for a moment before sighing. “Okay, okay. Alright, yes. He’s good. Very good, even. Now can we watch the movie?” He reached down the side of the sofa for the DVD case, waggling it in front of Lisa. “Johnny Depp? Singing?”
Lisa pushed the case out of the way and shook her head. “Oh no, you don’t get away that easily. You can’t just tell me ‘very good’ and not give me details.”
“Nuh-uh.” Ianto shook his head vehemently. “I am not going there. No. No way.”
“Oh come on,” Lisa said, a little bit of a whine entering her tone. “I already know he’s the first man you’ve actually slept with.” She paused and shot him a sidelong look. “You are shagging Jack, right?”
Ianto felt his cheeks heating and screwed his eyes shut, regretting that, as a seventeen year old, he had given into Lisa - then just a good friend - and spilled a few details about some of the guys he dated, including the fact that he’d never gone ‘all the way’ with any of them.
If he’d thought of it earlier, he would have been waiting for her to start asking him about his love life with Jack - after all, she’d asked about almost every boy he’d gone out with in the nearly two years they’d been friends before finally starting to date.
He opened his eyes and found Lisa still looking at him expectantly. He shook his head in disbelief at himself and threw caution to the wind. “Yes. Yes, we are.”
“And? How did it go? Were you worried? Scared? Was it worth waiting for?” Lisa’s eyes were wide and curious.
Ianto smiled in reminiscence. “It went just fine, thank you very much,” he said. “And yes, it was absolutely 100% worth waiting for.”
“So, is it different than what you were expecting?” Lisa asked, inquisitively. “Is it really all that different to sleeping with girls? Is it…?”
Ianto chuckled, despite himself. “How many of these questions do you have? Have you been waiting and storing them up or something?”
Lisa shrugged. “Quite a few, actually. And yes.”
He shook his head and grinned. “How about I call Jack now and we can shag on the floor in front of you? Would that satisfy your curiosity? Answer your questions?”
Lisa tilted her head, as if seriously considering it. “Well, if you're suggesting it...” she smirked.
Ianto threw back his head and laughed out loud. “Remind me again why I was ever worried about making things awkward for you,” he said, looking over at her. “You’re a menace.”
Chapter Sixteen
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