Ianto's staff room is slowly taking on the appearance of an actual home. He's brought over some favorite books and clothes and pictures, and his diary is on the desk.

He turns on the lights for Nikola and shuts the door. "I come here to sleep a lot. Best perk of the job, really."

( background )

The Hub is a bit dark, with the blue lights from the computers playing off the walls, and a soft glow from the greenhouse above the central area. Ianto flicks on a few more lights so they don't trip over the steps and their own feet, and calls, "It's just me, I brought a friend, we're going to look for things to fight demons!" in a tone that ( Read more... )

Ianto is filing ( Read more... )

They walk through the door and . . .

Hello, Cardiff, you're unusually chilly tonight.

As Ianto predicted, no one notices when the tall man steps out of a coffee shop with a tiny pregnant woman on his arm.

Teyla may notice the cold, though.

"My car's not far," Ianto says.

Ianto steps out of the coffee shop and lets go of Cal's hand.

"So," he says as he turns up his collar, "what would you like to do first?"

I write great letters but give lousy speeches.

( a fairy tale )

[Post this. Warning for M/M of a flirtatious and often naked nature.]

Ianto dozes, stretched out in Jack's narrow camp bed. He's got a hand on whatever part of Jack is nearest to him, which is as close as he's come to saying "I don't want to leave yet."