thoughtformed | forward dated to dec 25th

WHO: Jack Harkness & Ianto Jones
WHAT: It's date night
WHEN: Dec. 25th, Christmas
WARNINGS: None, except for that it's kinda gay.

Things were always so chaotic in New Moore with the spontaneous events that seemed to crop up every now and then. Now that his memory was back, and Ianto's as well, Jack decided it would be a good time to spend some time with his love and not think about work, not think about strange behaviour, and certainly not think about anything not having to do with spoiling Ianto Jones with affection for one evening. He couldn't even remember the last time the two of them had actually had a proper date and Christmas seemed like the best time for it.

It was evening, just about time for New Brew to close out its till for the day, and Jack was in the living quarters that he shared with Ianto, freshly showered and shaved and checking his new suit in the mirror and fixing his tie. Who invented these stupid things anyway? Deciding that his slightly-wonky knot was good enough, he checked his pockets for the things he needed and left to meet his handsome date in the coffee shop, leaving the heavy blue coat and gun behind.

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Ianto had been nervously excited for most of the day. He had insisted on leaving the New Brew open for Christmas, not out of any business need so much as a need for distraction. Of course, he had given Tim the night off. Dressed in a nice white dress shirt and his favorite vest, with a simple pale green tie, Ianto smoothed a hand through his hair again, checking over things he had already done so four or five times.

He was a mess, and he knew it. It was just a date with Jack, but it had him flustered enough that it may as well have been his first date. Jack had a way of getting under his shell and leaving him flushed, with his stomach doing fits.

When his lover finally emerged from the warehouse, Ianto smiled, one of his rarely genuine little smiles and walked over to fix the hopeless Captain's tie, smoothing over it when he was done to rid it of wrinkles.

"Happy Christmas, Jack..."

Jack laughed a little as Ianto came to straighten his tie. The Welshman always had more experience with these silly things than he did, so he supposed that he truly was the expert. "I don't know why you wear these things," he said in a somewhat tired voice. "They don't do anything except make it hard to breathe and make for a fine place to grab when you want someone's attention." When Ianto had finished, Jack smiled warmly back at him, reaching up to cradle his face in his hands and draw him close for a kiss.

"Happy Christmas, Ianto Jones." He spends a moment admiring his lover's face. He'd been here nearly a whole year now... a whole year longer than he was even supposed to be alive. With the two of them living so comfortably, so domestically, it was sometimes difficult to take it for granted. But it was moment's like those, seeing that sparkle in his eyes, that sweet smile and the way his cheeks just rounded so perfectly when he did... he could truly be reminded how lucky he was.

He let his hands slide off him and he stepped back a little, sweeping an arm over himself. "What do you think? Clean up pretty nicely, don'tcha think? I'm a little surprised. I can't even remember the last time I wore a suit. Been decades at least."

Edited 2012-12-19 16:18 (UTC)

"Ancient Welsh secret. I would have to kill you if I told you, sir."

Ianto had that tiny little twist of a smile as he said it, looking over Jack's attire with something between appraisal and amusement. Jack always looked good, but there was something about a suit and tie that seemed... almost out of place. It didn't seem like the sort of thing Jack aught to be wearing. But that did not make him look any less amazing in it.

Ianto had always had a keen appreciation of being well-dressed. Still. He did prefer that old army coat of Jack's. It was almost a part of him.

"I think you might fool one or two people into believing you belong in it."

Jack's face fell a bit, his smile turning sheepish when he picked at the hem of the suitjacket. "It's a bit much, isn't it?" Still, easy-going Jack laughed a bit and shrugged. "Well, I'm not sure they'd let us in if I were in my coat," though he was feeling rather naked without it, "I thought maybe you deserved a date worthy enough of being in the company of such a well-dressed man." And in typical Harkness style, he bent low, took Ianto's hand and kissed it gently and politely. "I would hate to embarrass you at all."

"No. I like it. It suits you nicely, even if I really do like that coat."

Ianto's slight smile quirked at the edge of his lips as he ducked his head down a bit. Then he kissed the other man back, hands resting on his hips for a few too brief moments.

"We should be going. Wouldn't want to be late for our reservation.

"Yes. Yes, of course. There you go again, keeping me on time. Where would I be without you?" Jack smiled and took Ianto's hand, kissing it gently, his lips lingering at his knuckles as he turned to lead him from the coffee shop.

"So did you have fun being someone new for a few days?" He asked as they stepped outside into the lightly falling snow. "When everyone lost their memories, I mean." He laughed a little and smiled over at Ianto. "And for the record, I'm not upset. I think it's cute. Just wish I'd been there to see how you two got on without me."

"To be perfectly honest, Jack, I hated it." And for once, Ianto really was being honest. Not knowing things drove the Welshman crazy, and there had been a lot of that to go around the past week. He still couldn't quite look Gwen in the eyes though he managed to act perfectly unaffected. Little was more embarrassing than sleeping with your married coworker, but then, Gwen knew all about that, didn't she?

Ianto slipped his arm into Jack's as they walked, and that in itself was a gesture sure to prove how far out of his reserved casing he was coming for this date. He was on a genuine date with Jack, and it was quite honestly all he could have wanted at the moment. A chance to believe, for a while at least, that he and Jack had a normal relationship. That there was not going to be a time when Jack kept going and Ianto did not.

"Where are we off to, then?"

As if Ianto didn't already know. He really just wanted to change the subject.

Edited 2012-12-28 06:50 (UTC)

The playfulness faded from his smile when he discovered how much Ianto disliked the strange, but fun event. Well, fun for Jack, it would have seemed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about how it might have affected you..." He sighed a little, deciding to just enjoy the feeling of having Ianto there with him, and so unreserved for the most part. Well, less reserved than usual, which was a start, anyway. He hadn't been upset about Gwen and Ianto, it was true. He was, however, slightly disappointed that Ianto was withholding the details from him, as was somewhat typical for him.

"The Four Saisons. Only the best for you on Christmas. I've left my phone on silent and I'm not going to answer it for anything barring an explosion or mind control." Both possible here. Once the two of them had reached the street, he lifted his arm to call for a cab to take them the rest of the way into the centre of town.

"Really?" There's a pause as Ianto considers it, and a hidden smile as he slips into the cab. "Not even for abominable snowmen?" Another pause, his smile growing a bit more. "... Runaway Sleigh?"

It was good he had his sense of humor back. He had been a bit out of sorts with all the fuss between Tim and Jack and then the amnesia... incident with Gwen. Or the kiss with the Doctor.

December had not been smooth for Ianto Jones.

"Neither of those things are not as important as a nice, romantic evening with my beloved boyfriend." Jack follows him into the cab and settles right beside him, telling the driver where to drop them off and finally rests a hand on Ianto's knee, the other settling into his pocket, apparently restless.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, though. I don't like to see you so upset, you know? Makes me think I'm not doing a good enough job keeping you happy. Or at least not providing adequate distraction."

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