Too Little, Too Late

Ianto

I love her so much. She is incredible- and all I can think is how much I want her. Not just physically. But mentally; spiritually. But Gwen is a married woman- I've never been a wife stealer. Now Jack... I smile and eye up my lover. He loves Gwen too, although we've never discussed her. We don't have to. We both know it. One day she'll realise Rhys isn't enough. He's a great guy, but she's grown away from him. He can't handle her. Now, Jack and me we can handle her. She needs Jack's firmness. My reliability. She doesn't need him. He can never understand her as we can, her job has become her life, and even though Rhys knows, he will never be able to pull her back. I'll admit the idea of Retcon is a very desirable one, but Jack won't let me. Too late anyway. She can never be ours.

Jack

I watch Ianto out of the corner of my eye. I smile at his subtlety. Anyone who didn't know Ianto wouldn't realise how much he loved Gwen. Then again, one of us had to be subtle. God knows I 've been anything but. We should have got her before she was married. But I didn't realise how Ianto felt until it was too late. If I had known before, Gwen may have been with us now, sharing our bed and our lives. I think Ianto half- expects me to win her. I may do just that... But not until she admits that she needs and wants us. I smile, as Ianto looks my way. We may not have the third part of our soul, but for now we are content. Besides, we did very little in an effort to win her, we assumed that she would come to us of her own accord. We were wrong. Did we even deserve her?

Gwen

Quickly I spare a glance at Jack. He's staring at Ianto. I look back to my computer, seeing the pain dance before in my eyes. I hate feeling weak like this. I am married to one man and totally am love with another- and possibly falling for a third! I put my head in my hands. I do love Rhys, but not as much as I did. And I've been having dreams. Brilliant, sexy dreams which leave me literally aching for release. At first Jack was the only man, but recently Ianto has been playing a part. How I wish I could feel their hands run over my skin- just like in the dreams. Feel them probing, exploring and to do the same to them, to pleasure and excite them. I drag myself away from the erotic thoughts and try to think mundane. Shame Ianto had to come sit next to me at that moment.

"Are you OK Gwen? You seem tense." I shrug and smile.

''A little bit." I feel hands on my shoulders, slowly working out the knots. I accidentally moan and Ianto chuckles.

"Jack taught me this." I attempt to banish the mental pictures but as my eyes close, all I can see is Ianto and Jack. Ianto gently pushes my hair. And I feel his fingers ghost over my neck. Almost reluctantly Ianto moves away, and as I turn see the look of longing in his eyes. The same look in my eyes, and Jack's. I sigh. I made my choice. I can't- won't change it. As much as love them, I have to let them go.

That night, three hearts cried, longing for what could have been. They did too little, too late.

Fin


Not entirely sure about this little one-shot... Reviews would be appreciated.

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