Beautiful Iris - part 6
Title: Beautiful Iris
Part 6- Thnking.
Author: Jo19844
Rating: all ratings… starting at about PG and going up to NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen (sort of)
Summary: When a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning not everything as it seems. Alien technology transmits a strange frequency signal and leads them into a trap of curiosity and an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood... believe me... if i did Jack and Ianto would walk around in nothing but tight pants (and a tie for Ianto) The BBC own it. so as much as i love it i don't own it :( also the title don't belong to me lol Although i have some pretty characters i made up myself.
Spoilers : Up to episode 7, also slight spoiler (very tiny) from the book Border Princess
Part 1: Cut & dried here -> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/4527.html
Part 2: Alien Lego here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/15486.html
Part 3 is here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/15691.html
Part 4: Meeting Iris here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/17433.html
Part 5: Finding the way here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/17963.html
Ianto made his way across the living room and headed towards the window, slumping down in a hard wooden chair. The windows were ancient and chipped at the edges, the old white paint was faded and the glass rattled in the gentle wind. The view was dark and without the city lights he was used to Ianto could see nothing other than the courtyard, his eyes focussed on Spike, the slightly chubby ginger cat that cleaned himself in the centre of the yard. Ianto frowned when he saw the cuddly family cat look at him before speeding off.
Jack caught his eye as he passed by, shoving his hands in his pockets as he braved the cold weather; he stopped for a moment and locked his eyes on the younger man, gazing at him so intensely that he was forced to look away. Jack had looked at him that way throughout dinner, glancing up from him when he ate and piercing his eyes into his soul over the rim of his glass whenever he took a drink. Every look seemed to be directed at him and by the end of dinner he found himself sitting there, opposite the older man, hard as a rock and trying to hide it.
Ianto was dreading going to bed. He didn't want to lie there beside him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, or the beautifully sculptured arc of his back as it clung to the sheets in the heat of the night. Just thinking about Jack was making him feel weak and he knew he needed to rid the thoughts from his mind again, and try to forget the heat he felt when he recalled the afternoon spent in the paddock. But as much as he tried, Ianto couldn't shoo away the memories of the way the older man ran his fingers down his arms, whispered softly in his ear and pressed his lips to his neck. He had considered hiding himself away and releasing the tension, but he couldn't cope with the thoughts of Jack that would flood into his mind; he knew it would only make him worse.
Jack looked back at him over his shoulder and continued to walk across the yard towards the barn. For a moment Ianto thought about following him, but somehow he didn't see how pressing him up against the back of the barn, spreading him like butter and fucking him senseless would really help to solve any of his problems.
“Hi.” Tosh's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked over the room as she hobbled over to see him.
Tosh smiled at him as she sat down on the arm of the chair and put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. He looked hot and flushed, even though the weather was cold; his waistcoat was fully open and only three of his shirt buttons were fastened, just covering his chest. He had even removed his socks and his hair looked like he had been dragged through a bush backwards. Ianto's cheeks were flushed, bringing a tint of redness to his pale skin, and his lips looked wet as though they had been covered in clear gloss. He ran his fingers through his messed hair and licked his lips before looking at her.
“Hey.”
“You're stressed,” she said, “I can tell.”
“How?”
“You're a mess; you're only a mess when you're stressed.”
Ianto let a hint of a smile cross his lips and nodded, “I'm fine, splendid in fact, just hunky dory.” Tosh chuckled and put her arm around him, dragging his resistant body over to her for comfort. “How are you holding up?”
“Wonderful,” she droned sarcastically, “I really enjoy feeling like a carpet.”
“A carpet?”
“Iris keeps calling me oriental, I feel like a carpet.” she explained. “Please tell me you found the transporter so that I can go home.”
“No sign yet.”
“Maybe you'll find it tomorrow.”
“Maybe.” Ianto looked back out of the window and squinted to look at Jack as he disappeared into the barn. “I don't fancy our chances.”
“Don't say that. You're meant to tell me that it's just a matter of time and that we will be home before we know it.”
“Sorry.” He gave Toshiko an apologetic look.
“What happened today?” she asked. “You and Jack went out to look for the transporter and then several hours later when you finally get back you look like a bulldog chewing a wasp, and Jack won't stop glaring. I saw you two at dinner, it looked like some kind of staring contest over the mashed potato.”
“We had words,” he explained, “things were said.”
“You had a fight?”
“Not exactly a fight. It's complicated.”
“What do you--”
“I don't want to talk about it.” Ianto said, moving away from Toshiko and returning to staring out of the window.
A silence fell between them for a while as they both looked out of the window at the foreign world that they had found themselves in. For a moment they could almost trick themselves into believing that they were on a break at a rural getaway, but it was no use lying and the reality of the situation hit them again. The clock struck eleven and Ianto raised his eyes to the face of the clock on the mantle.
Toshiko pushed herself up from the chair arm and attempted to stand up. “I think I'm going to head off to bed.”
“Can you manage?” he asked, standing up to help her steady herself.
“I'm fine, but a little help wouldn't go amiss.”
Ianto put one arm around Toshiko's waist and let her lean on him as she limped in the direction of the stairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she looked up at all the steps and took a deep breath.
“Somehow I think that going up is going to be a lot more work than coming down.” She chuckled. “Care to offer me a piggyback like a gentleman?”
“Sure.”
“I was joking,” Tosh said, starting to make her way up the first step.
“Did you and Mr. Jones enjoy your constitutional this afternoon Captain?” Mr Hughes walked up to Jack who stood in the barn stroking the nose of the same horse that had tried to eat him the evening before.
“Fine thank you.”
“Did you go far?”
“Not too far. Far enough to enjoy the view, but not too far to get lost.”
“You could never get lost out here,” he said, “you would reach the village eventually and they're very friendly around here.”
Jack laughed and shook his head. “I'm a little wary of villagers of late. Bad experiences.”
“You wouldn't have any bad experiences here Captain, trust me.”
“I believe you.”
“Maybe tomorrow you could take Snow out for a while,” Mr. Hughes suggested, running his hand along the side of the horse. “You seem to have taken a shining to him and he hasn't had nearly enough exercise recently.”
“He's a beautiful stallion,” Jack said, “Gorgeous coat.”
“We used to have more but we had to sell them on, I couldn't afford to keep them all.”
“But not this one?”
“Iris would have me shot,” he chuckled, “she loves this horse. Sometimes I swear she loves it almost as much as I love her.” He said and Jack chuckled a little. “My daughter is a very beautiful girl Captain. Don't you agree?”
“Absolutely sir, she's quite the beauty.”
“She's just like her namesake to me: precious, beautiful and innocent.”
Jack smiled and turned to the older man, shoving his hands in his pockets. “And you want to make sure that she remains that way.”
“Yes.”
“I can assure you that neither Ianto, nor myself, will even attempt to lead her astray. We won't be here long enough for that, and even if we were we wouldn't even dream of it.”
“I trust my daughter Capitan, she's a very smart girl, but she's very impressionable and has taken a liking to all of you.”
“Say no more,” Jack said, “we understand each other completely. Consider me warned off.”
“You should go to bed and get some sleep. That fence in the far paddock needs fixing and you'll need to start straight after breakfast.”
Ianto carried Toshiko through the bedroom door and sat her down on the bed. She had started to climb the stairs on her own but halfway up Ianto had taken pity on her and carried her the rest of the way.
“Thanks Ianto,” Tosh said, removing her shoes and he perched on the bed beside her.
“No problem. Although don't think that you're getting this kind of treatment every night; this was a one time deal.”
“It should be better in a few days.”
“Remember that you can't start walking properly until we find the transport devices,” Ianto said, “we can only stay here as long as you're injured remember?”
“How long do you think I'll have to do this for? There's only so long that you can milk a sprained ankle.”
“Until we find it.”
“And what if we don't?” she asked, looking over at Ianto. “What if, just for arguments sake, we don't find it and the others cant bring us back. What then?”
“I don't know, I suppose we're stuck here. There's nothing else we can do but build a life for ourselves.”
“That's easy enough for you to say,” Tosh said, standing up and hobbling over to the mirror. She put her hand on her face and touched her skin. “You're the right colour, and the right sex.”
“What do you mean?”
“All that I have heard all day is Iris and Mr. Hughes talk about me like I don't exist. The 'oriental', the 'Jap', the 'foreign girl'. For you it's easy. You can go out, find a girl, fall in love and have a life; she wouldn't ask you any questions that you couldn't answer. But look at me. I'm different; I'm a woman and I'm the wrong colour. I have a university degree that I cant use so what do I have left?”
Ianto walked over to her and leant on the wall looking at her as she watched herself in the mirror. “You have Jack, and you have me; we'll look after you.”
“That's exactly the point Ianto; I can look after myself.”
“It's a different world Tosh.”
“I'm fully aware of that thank you,” Tosh spat and then sighed, looking up at Ianto. “I'm sorry.”
“It'll be fine. I promise that whatever happens I'll be here and I'll look after you even if it means that I let you think that it's actually the other way around.”
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” She asked, closing the gap between them a little, “marry me?”
“I could.”
“You don't love me,” she reminded him. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. “it's very sweet though.”
“I could love you,” he said, “I could learn.”
“You cant learn to love someone Ianto.” Tosh looked up at him. “Why would you even suggest that?”
“I don't want you to end up with some chauvinist, racist arsehole, and considering it's 1901 it's more than likely that it'll happen.”
“Then I'll be alone and I'll be fine.”
“That's worse. Being with you is the best solution; Jack isn't going to stick around, he's going to go off somewhere and find something exciting to do. I would much rather be with you than be alone; it's a lot less scary than the other options.”
“As true as that is, you cant live a life with someone you don't love Ianto.”
“Maybe I could,” he said, “maybe one day I'll come home from work and lose myself in you.”
“You could never do that. You think you could but I know you, you couldn't. You heart is too full with feelings for someone else to ever think about loving me.”
“Lisa is dead.”
“I'm not talking about Lisa.”
Tosh locked her eyes onto Ianto's and it took him a moment of firm staring for him to get what she was saying. "You're just scared because in this world who you want is deemed so unacceptable. "
"Are you insane? I do not have feelings for Jack!" he said, pushing Tosh away to arms length.
"I've seen the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you."
"You don't know anything."
"I know that your mind is so full of him that you couldn't possibly think of anyone else."
“You're wrong.”
“I'm not wrong,” she told him, “if I kissed you now, all you would think of is him.”
“That's not true.”
“Yes it is.” She closed the gap between them again and put her hands on Ianto's cheeks.
“Believe me Tosh, if you kissed me I would be far too busy with you to think of anyone else.”
“That's a lie and you know it.” Toshiko pulled Ianto's face down and pressed her lips against his, she felt her body move as he put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer.
“Am I interrupting?” Jack's voice came from the doorway. “Do you two want some time alone?”
Tosh felt like she had frozen to the spot and Ianto removed his hands, looking at the older man who stood in the doorway.
“Jack,” Ianto pushed Toshiko away from his body and walked towards him, “this is not--”
“It's not what?” he asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door. He looked Ianto in the eyes with a glare so cold it hurt. “It's not what it looks like? It's not what I think?”
“It really isn't,” Tosh said, “Ianto and I were just--”
“Just what?” he challenged, watching Ianto who stood in silence whilst Tosh sat down on the bed. He looked at the younger man, burning his eyes into his skin until he was forced to look away.
“It was just a kiss,” Ianto said, moving towards him as he backed away. “There's nothing going on.”
“It certainly looks like something is going on. You should have said, you two could have had the double bed.”
“Jack--”
“That way you could lock the door and fuck each others brains out without hiding it.”Jack opened the door again and walked out, closing it behind him.
“Jack--” The sound of Ianto's voice was drowned out by the slamming of the door.
Ianto stared at the door for a while after he left as though he expected Jack to come back and covered his lips with his fingers.
“You were thinking of him,” Tosh asked, turning around, “weren't you?” He turned around to face her but refused to meet her gaze. “You were kissing me and you were thinking of him, just like I said.”
Ianto said nothing, and instead walked out the door closing it behind him. He walked down the hallway and stood outside the bedroom door and stared at it. He put his hand on the doorknob for a moment before removing it; he didn't know whether he could face him.
Part 6- Thnking.
Author: Jo19844
Rating: all ratings… starting at about PG and going up to NC-17
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen (sort of)
Summary: When a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning not everything as it seems. Alien technology transmits a strange frequency signal and leads them into a trap of curiosity and an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood... believe me... if i did Jack and Ianto would walk around in nothing but tight pants (and a tie for Ianto) The BBC own it. so as much as i love it i don't own it :( also the title don't belong to me lol Although i have some pretty characters i made up myself.
Spoilers : Up to episode 7, also slight spoiler (very tiny) from the book Border Princess
Part 1: Cut & dried here -> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/4527.html
Part 2: Alien Lego here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/15486.html
Part 3 is here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/15691.html
Part 4: Meeting Iris here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/17433.html
Part 5: Finding the way here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/17963.html
Ianto made his way across the living room and headed towards the window, slumping down in a hard wooden chair. The windows were ancient and chipped at the edges, the old white paint was faded and the glass rattled in the gentle wind. The view was dark and without the city lights he was used to Ianto could see nothing other than the courtyard, his eyes focussed on Spike, the slightly chubby ginger cat that cleaned himself in the centre of the yard. Ianto frowned when he saw the cuddly family cat look at him before speeding off.
Jack caught his eye as he passed by, shoving his hands in his pockets as he braved the cold weather; he stopped for a moment and locked his eyes on the younger man, gazing at him so intensely that he was forced to look away. Jack had looked at him that way throughout dinner, glancing up from him when he ate and piercing his eyes into his soul over the rim of his glass whenever he took a drink. Every look seemed to be directed at him and by the end of dinner he found himself sitting there, opposite the older man, hard as a rock and trying to hide it.
Ianto was dreading going to bed. He didn't want to lie there beside him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, or the beautifully sculptured arc of his back as it clung to the sheets in the heat of the night. Just thinking about Jack was making him feel weak and he knew he needed to rid the thoughts from his mind again, and try to forget the heat he felt when he recalled the afternoon spent in the paddock. But as much as he tried, Ianto couldn't shoo away the memories of the way the older man ran his fingers down his arms, whispered softly in his ear and pressed his lips to his neck. He had considered hiding himself away and releasing the tension, but he couldn't cope with the thoughts of Jack that would flood into his mind; he knew it would only make him worse.
Jack looked back at him over his shoulder and continued to walk across the yard towards the barn. For a moment Ianto thought about following him, but somehow he didn't see how pressing him up against the back of the barn, spreading him like butter and fucking him senseless would really help to solve any of his problems.
“Hi.” Tosh's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked over the room as she hobbled over to see him.
Tosh smiled at him as she sat down on the arm of the chair and put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. He looked hot and flushed, even though the weather was cold; his waistcoat was fully open and only three of his shirt buttons were fastened, just covering his chest. He had even removed his socks and his hair looked like he had been dragged through a bush backwards. Ianto's cheeks were flushed, bringing a tint of redness to his pale skin, and his lips looked wet as though they had been covered in clear gloss. He ran his fingers through his messed hair and licked his lips before looking at her.
“Hey.”
“You're stressed,” she said, “I can tell.”
“How?”
“You're a mess; you're only a mess when you're stressed.”
Ianto let a hint of a smile cross his lips and nodded, “I'm fine, splendid in fact, just hunky dory.” Tosh chuckled and put her arm around him, dragging his resistant body over to her for comfort. “How are you holding up?”
“Wonderful,” she droned sarcastically, “I really enjoy feeling like a carpet.”
“A carpet?”
“Iris keeps calling me oriental, I feel like a carpet.” she explained. “Please tell me you found the transporter so that I can go home.”
“No sign yet.”
“Maybe you'll find it tomorrow.”
“Maybe.” Ianto looked back out of the window and squinted to look at Jack as he disappeared into the barn. “I don't fancy our chances.”
“Don't say that. You're meant to tell me that it's just a matter of time and that we will be home before we know it.”
“Sorry.” He gave Toshiko an apologetic look.
“What happened today?” she asked. “You and Jack went out to look for the transporter and then several hours later when you finally get back you look like a bulldog chewing a wasp, and Jack won't stop glaring. I saw you two at dinner, it looked like some kind of staring contest over the mashed potato.”
“We had words,” he explained, “things were said.”
“You had a fight?”
“Not exactly a fight. It's complicated.”
“What do you--”
“I don't want to talk about it.” Ianto said, moving away from Toshiko and returning to staring out of the window.
A silence fell between them for a while as they both looked out of the window at the foreign world that they had found themselves in. For a moment they could almost trick themselves into believing that they were on a break at a rural getaway, but it was no use lying and the reality of the situation hit them again. The clock struck eleven and Ianto raised his eyes to the face of the clock on the mantle.
Toshiko pushed herself up from the chair arm and attempted to stand up. “I think I'm going to head off to bed.”
“Can you manage?” he asked, standing up to help her steady herself.
“I'm fine, but a little help wouldn't go amiss.”
Ianto put one arm around Toshiko's waist and let her lean on him as she limped in the direction of the stairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she looked up at all the steps and took a deep breath.
“Somehow I think that going up is going to be a lot more work than coming down.” She chuckled. “Care to offer me a piggyback like a gentleman?”
“Sure.”
“I was joking,” Tosh said, starting to make her way up the first step.
“Did you and Mr. Jones enjoy your constitutional this afternoon Captain?” Mr Hughes walked up to Jack who stood in the barn stroking the nose of the same horse that had tried to eat him the evening before.
“Fine thank you.”
“Did you go far?”
“Not too far. Far enough to enjoy the view, but not too far to get lost.”
“You could never get lost out here,” he said, “you would reach the village eventually and they're very friendly around here.”
Jack laughed and shook his head. “I'm a little wary of villagers of late. Bad experiences.”
“You wouldn't have any bad experiences here Captain, trust me.”
“I believe you.”
“Maybe tomorrow you could take Snow out for a while,” Mr. Hughes suggested, running his hand along the side of the horse. “You seem to have taken a shining to him and he hasn't had nearly enough exercise recently.”
“He's a beautiful stallion,” Jack said, “Gorgeous coat.”
“We used to have more but we had to sell them on, I couldn't afford to keep them all.”
“But not this one?”
“Iris would have me shot,” he chuckled, “she loves this horse. Sometimes I swear she loves it almost as much as I love her.” He said and Jack chuckled a little. “My daughter is a very beautiful girl Captain. Don't you agree?”
“Absolutely sir, she's quite the beauty.”
“She's just like her namesake to me: precious, beautiful and innocent.”
Jack smiled and turned to the older man, shoving his hands in his pockets. “And you want to make sure that she remains that way.”
“Yes.”
“I can assure you that neither Ianto, nor myself, will even attempt to lead her astray. We won't be here long enough for that, and even if we were we wouldn't even dream of it.”
“I trust my daughter Capitan, she's a very smart girl, but she's very impressionable and has taken a liking to all of you.”
“Say no more,” Jack said, “we understand each other completely. Consider me warned off.”
“You should go to bed and get some sleep. That fence in the far paddock needs fixing and you'll need to start straight after breakfast.”
Ianto carried Toshiko through the bedroom door and sat her down on the bed. She had started to climb the stairs on her own but halfway up Ianto had taken pity on her and carried her the rest of the way.
“Thanks Ianto,” Tosh said, removing her shoes and he perched on the bed beside her.
“No problem. Although don't think that you're getting this kind of treatment every night; this was a one time deal.”
“It should be better in a few days.”
“Remember that you can't start walking properly until we find the transport devices,” Ianto said, “we can only stay here as long as you're injured remember?”
“How long do you think I'll have to do this for? There's only so long that you can milk a sprained ankle.”
“Until we find it.”
“And what if we don't?” she asked, looking over at Ianto. “What if, just for arguments sake, we don't find it and the others cant bring us back. What then?”
“I don't know, I suppose we're stuck here. There's nothing else we can do but build a life for ourselves.”
“That's easy enough for you to say,” Tosh said, standing up and hobbling over to the mirror. She put her hand on her face and touched her skin. “You're the right colour, and the right sex.”
“What do you mean?”
“All that I have heard all day is Iris and Mr. Hughes talk about me like I don't exist. The 'oriental', the 'Jap', the 'foreign girl'. For you it's easy. You can go out, find a girl, fall in love and have a life; she wouldn't ask you any questions that you couldn't answer. But look at me. I'm different; I'm a woman and I'm the wrong colour. I have a university degree that I cant use so what do I have left?”
Ianto walked over to her and leant on the wall looking at her as she watched herself in the mirror. “You have Jack, and you have me; we'll look after you.”
“That's exactly the point Ianto; I can look after myself.”
“It's a different world Tosh.”
“I'm fully aware of that thank you,” Tosh spat and then sighed, looking up at Ianto. “I'm sorry.”
“It'll be fine. I promise that whatever happens I'll be here and I'll look after you even if it means that I let you think that it's actually the other way around.”
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” She asked, closing the gap between them a little, “marry me?”
“I could.”
“You don't love me,” she reminded him. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. “it's very sweet though.”
“I could love you,” he said, “I could learn.”
“You cant learn to love someone Ianto.” Tosh looked up at him. “Why would you even suggest that?”
“I don't want you to end up with some chauvinist, racist arsehole, and considering it's 1901 it's more than likely that it'll happen.”
“Then I'll be alone and I'll be fine.”
“That's worse. Being with you is the best solution; Jack isn't going to stick around, he's going to go off somewhere and find something exciting to do. I would much rather be with you than be alone; it's a lot less scary than the other options.”
“As true as that is, you cant live a life with someone you don't love Ianto.”
“Maybe I could,” he said, “maybe one day I'll come home from work and lose myself in you.”
“You could never do that. You think you could but I know you, you couldn't. You heart is too full with feelings for someone else to ever think about loving me.”
“Lisa is dead.”
“I'm not talking about Lisa.”
Tosh locked her eyes onto Ianto's and it took him a moment of firm staring for him to get what she was saying. "You're just scared because in this world who you want is deemed so unacceptable. "
"Are you insane? I do not have feelings for Jack!" he said, pushing Tosh away to arms length.
"I've seen the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you."
"You don't know anything."
"I know that your mind is so full of him that you couldn't possibly think of anyone else."
“You're wrong.”
“I'm not wrong,” she told him, “if I kissed you now, all you would think of is him.”
“That's not true.”
“Yes it is.” She closed the gap between them again and put her hands on Ianto's cheeks.
“Believe me Tosh, if you kissed me I would be far too busy with you to think of anyone else.”
“That's a lie and you know it.” Toshiko pulled Ianto's face down and pressed her lips against his, she felt her body move as he put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer.
“Am I interrupting?” Jack's voice came from the doorway. “Do you two want some time alone?”
Tosh felt like she had frozen to the spot and Ianto removed his hands, looking at the older man who stood in the doorway.
“Jack,” Ianto pushed Toshiko away from his body and walked towards him, “this is not--”
“It's not what?” he asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door. He looked Ianto in the eyes with a glare so cold it hurt. “It's not what it looks like? It's not what I think?”
“It really isn't,” Tosh said, “Ianto and I were just--”
“Just what?” he challenged, watching Ianto who stood in silence whilst Tosh sat down on the bed. He looked at the younger man, burning his eyes into his skin until he was forced to look away.
“It was just a kiss,” Ianto said, moving towards him as he backed away. “There's nothing going on.”
“It certainly looks like something is going on. You should have said, you two could have had the double bed.”
“Jack--”
“That way you could lock the door and fuck each others brains out without hiding it.”Jack opened the door again and walked out, closing it behind him.
“Jack--” The sound of Ianto's voice was drowned out by the slamming of the door.
Ianto stared at the door for a while after he left as though he expected Jack to come back and covered his lips with his fingers.
“You were thinking of him,” Tosh asked, turning around, “weren't you?” He turned around to face her but refused to meet her gaze. “You were kissing me and you were thinking of him, just like I said.”
Ianto said nothing, and instead walked out the door closing it behind him. He walked down the hallway and stood outside the bedroom door and stared at it. He put his hand on the doorknob for a moment before removing it; he didn't know whether he could face him.