Death is the Beginning - Chapter Eight
“Remind me to thank Tosh later, this was a great idea, and I am so full.”
Ianto pushed the plate away and then rubbed his stomach.
Jack nodded in agreement, his mouth too full as he swallowed the last of his roast pumpkin ravioli. He looked up at Ianto grinning, as a dollop of sauce dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“You’ve got...” Ianto tapped the side of his own lips as Jack shrugged quizzically.
Feeling daring, Ianto leaned in to wipe the sauce from the corner of Jack’s mouth, his fingers lingering longer than necessary with Jack leaning slightly into the touch.
“I think it’s all gone.”
Ianto took his hand back and wiped them on his napkin as Jack licked the side of his mouth, wanting to be able to taste Ianto’s touch as much as anything else.
The restaurant was busy and noisy but they felt like there was only the two of them.
Still, what Ianto wanted was to be somewhere quiet, somewhere alone, somewhere private.
“How ‘bout we walk back?”
Jack nodded, keen to be alone with the Welshman, too.
“I think I need to after that meal.”
Ianto took care of the bill and before long they found themselves walking through the Plass, enjoying each other’s company.
Jack shivered.
“Cold?”
“No not really, I just can’t shake this feeling that......it’s like someone’s following me, stalking me. Like they want to kill me.”
“Oh, Jack.”
Ianto took his hand and without thinking raised it to his lips to place kisses across the knuckles.
Jack stopped walking and stared at the clasped hands.
Realising what he had done, Ianto started apologising, dropping his hand.
“Oh I’m sorry Jack, I didn’t mean to take advantage.....I’m sorry.”
Jack reached for his hand and repeating the actions across Ianto’s knuckles.
“I wish you would take advantage Ianto, being with you, you touching me, it makes all those bad feelings go away. From the moment we met I felt that connection to you, tell me you felt it too?”
“I did,” Ianto whispered, his skin shivering as Jack’s lips brushed the back of his hand.
“I may not know who I am, but one thing I am certain of is that I am falling for you, Mr Jones.”
In reply, Ianto cupped his hand around Jack’s head and pulled him closer, kissing him gently on the lips, increasing the pressure when he felt Jack respond. They wound arms around each other as they kissed on, hungry to feel everything.
Breaking apart for air, they rested their foreheads together.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Ianto gasped.
“I’ve wanted you to do it ever since we met.”
They giggled, tightening arms around each other and once again locking lips, gentler this time.
Breaking apart again, they held hands tightly as they walked on towards the Hub.
“Tell tell me about yourself, Ianto?”
“Not a lot to tell. Don’t actually remember too much before turning up at the orphanage when I was about five or six. Rhys’ father ran the place then. I owe that family a lot, which is something that Rhys likes to remind me of. I was an angry kid, used to bully the other kids around and got into fights and even got arrested once for shoplifting. Ernst Williams convinced them not to press charges luckily and he straightened me out. I joined the police force and worked in missing persons for a while till I needed to get out and then set up Torchwood Investigations helping out anyone who needs it.”
“Ianto, do you think it’s strange we both ended up at the orphanage? I mean it was Margaret and Roman’s house and it just seems we are drawn.......”
“Jack, do you think you would remember how to dance?” Ianto asked, hoping to take his mind off the past for a moment and they were getting closer to home.
“What?”
“To dance...I wanna dance with you Jack.”
“Ah, a romantic Ianto.”
“Yep, now follow me!”
Ianto pulled him along as they ran the last few metres to the Hub.
Chapter Nine