Torchwood: First Kiss
Title: First Kiss
Author: MidKnight2501
Email: Midknight2501@yahoo.com
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Notes: First Kiss Meme over off of the5thmarauder's journal. The song Ianto can't think of the name is Billie Holiday singing Cole Porter's Easy to Love.
It's late when Ianto hears the music, clever cello and quick piano. The luscious rasp of a woman's voice, and Ianto knows he's heard the song before, in a million different times and places. Cole Porter if he remembers properly, and it's coming from Jack's office.
He's still got to take Jack's coffee mug to the dishwasher, and see if he needs anything else for the night before he can leave...
Jack is sitting at his desk, a glass of something strong and alcoholic at his elbow, and as much as he's looking at the paperwork in front of him, Ianto can tell his mind isn't there. It might be with the music though, and Ianto gets the impression of slow dancing in dark smoky rooms, girls with classy dresses on.
“Sir? Can I get you anything else?” And he picks up the mug, pretending he hasn't wandered in on something... Personal, he guesses.
“Maybe.” Jack gets up, slow, careful, and Ianto can tell it's not the first glass he's had. Jack has always been an usurper of personal space, but this time he comes even closer. Plays with Ianto's lapel for a moment, and Ianto actually looks down to see if there's lint or... But Jack is grinning up at him, pleased and far too close. “May I have this dance?”
Their hands twine together, Jack capturing his before he can even think of an answer to the question, and then Jack is scratching his nails faintly across Ianto's palms. He shudders out a breath. Wonders how these things happen to him. They both try to lead, which doesn't work, and Jack chuckles quietly to himself as their knees bump together.
“I'll be the lady.” Jack tells him, and places one of Ianto's hands low on his back in a move thats as classy and seductive as the music, Jack's hand skimming up his arm to play with Ianto's nape.
This has gone from late night, slightly drunken joke to awkward and romantic, and despite the fact it's a record player the thing skips back to the beginning of the song as if at Jack's command. They dance, close and easy, and at one point Jack leans in to rest his head on Ianto's shoulder, humming faintly along with the music. He's warm, Ianto notices, and a good dancer, then he tries not to think anymore.
They dance, and it gets to the end of the song, and with a little flush he slowly spins Jack out, then back in, capturing him in his arms even as Jack's wind around his neck, and with a gratified smile because he can still remember how to dance like this he dips Jack.
And then it's awkward again, because they're in the middle of Jack's office, and it's after midnight, and it's not the 1940's despite what the music recalls images of, and he's still holding Jack in the dip. Owen should jump out and take a picture of them, post it all over the office.
Instead, Jack slowly pulls him down, leaning up, and for a moment balance becomes an issue and then their mouths are meeting. Soft, and sweet, and classy like the music. At first it's chaste, like any classic movie kiss, and then Jack makes a hungry noise, a soft whine that isn't classy at all, and the hand in Ianto's hair twists just enough that Ianto gasps. Jack's mouth burns, not just with alcohol, and Ianto hears himself make his own noises because it's so good. Better than it should be for a first kiss, at least outside of movies, even the black and white ones.
They come apart with some difficulty, Ianto slowly straightening up, Jack still wrapped around him like a clever vine, and they're both breathing hard. Ianto closes his eyes, and presses his forehead to Jack's, feels the other man's breath across his own lips. Jack smiles, and Ianto can feel it.
“Up for another dance?” Jack asks, and the record clicks over again.
Author: MidKnight2501
Email: Midknight2501@yahoo.com
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Notes: First Kiss Meme over off of the5thmarauder's journal. The song Ianto can't think of the name is Billie Holiday singing Cole Porter's Easy to Love.
It's late when Ianto hears the music, clever cello and quick piano. The luscious rasp of a woman's voice, and Ianto knows he's heard the song before, in a million different times and places. Cole Porter if he remembers properly, and it's coming from Jack's office.
He's still got to take Jack's coffee mug to the dishwasher, and see if he needs anything else for the night before he can leave...
Jack is sitting at his desk, a glass of something strong and alcoholic at his elbow, and as much as he's looking at the paperwork in front of him, Ianto can tell his mind isn't there. It might be with the music though, and Ianto gets the impression of slow dancing in dark smoky rooms, girls with classy dresses on.
“Sir? Can I get you anything else?” And he picks up the mug, pretending he hasn't wandered in on something... Personal, he guesses.
“Maybe.” Jack gets up, slow, careful, and Ianto can tell it's not the first glass he's had. Jack has always been an usurper of personal space, but this time he comes even closer. Plays with Ianto's lapel for a moment, and Ianto actually looks down to see if there's lint or... But Jack is grinning up at him, pleased and far too close. “May I have this dance?”
Their hands twine together, Jack capturing his before he can even think of an answer to the question, and then Jack is scratching his nails faintly across Ianto's palms. He shudders out a breath. Wonders how these things happen to him. They both try to lead, which doesn't work, and Jack chuckles quietly to himself as their knees bump together.
“I'll be the lady.” Jack tells him, and places one of Ianto's hands low on his back in a move thats as classy and seductive as the music, Jack's hand skimming up his arm to play with Ianto's nape.
This has gone from late night, slightly drunken joke to awkward and romantic, and despite the fact it's a record player the thing skips back to the beginning of the song as if at Jack's command. They dance, close and easy, and at one point Jack leans in to rest his head on Ianto's shoulder, humming faintly along with the music. He's warm, Ianto notices, and a good dancer, then he tries not to think anymore.
They dance, and it gets to the end of the song, and with a little flush he slowly spins Jack out, then back in, capturing him in his arms even as Jack's wind around his neck, and with a gratified smile because he can still remember how to dance like this he dips Jack.
And then it's awkward again, because they're in the middle of Jack's office, and it's after midnight, and it's not the 1940's despite what the music recalls images of, and he's still holding Jack in the dip. Owen should jump out and take a picture of them, post it all over the office.
Instead, Jack slowly pulls him down, leaning up, and for a moment balance becomes an issue and then their mouths are meeting. Soft, and sweet, and classy like the music. At first it's chaste, like any classic movie kiss, and then Jack makes a hungry noise, a soft whine that isn't classy at all, and the hand in Ianto's hair twists just enough that Ianto gasps. Jack's mouth burns, not just with alcohol, and Ianto hears himself make his own noises because it's so good. Better than it should be for a first kiss, at least outside of movies, even the black and white ones.
They come apart with some difficulty, Ianto slowly straightening up, Jack still wrapped around him like a clever vine, and they're both breathing hard. Ianto closes his eyes, and presses his forehead to Jack's, feels the other man's breath across his own lips. Jack smiles, and Ianto can feel it.
“Up for another dance?” Jack asks, and the record clicks over again.