AN: Guys, seriously, I love you all... 15 reviews in one night on one of my stories? If I could hug you, I would. Instead, I shall impart to you some loveliness in the form of a happy clappy story...
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The Hub was empty, well, apart from Jack, but he never really left, did he? But he was planning to soon...
Ianto had asked Jack to dinner. At Iantos flat. Jack was chuffed to say the least. But he had to finish his paperwork first, that was the deal.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Sod it! Paperwork could wait, Jack wanted his dinner... No, sod that too, he wanted Ianto! He grabbed the long navy coat and pulled it on, grabbing his keys and flicking the lamp off.
Jack practically ran to Iantos flat and made it there in record time. Standing outside the neat flat, Jack realised a flaw in his plan. He couldn't let himself in, he had no key...
Frowning slightly, thinking, his blue eyes suddenly lit up and he lifted the doormat. A key lay there, shining up at Jack, daring him to use it. God, Ianto was so predictable sometimes...
He let himself in, of course he did, and snuck towards the kitchen where he could hear loud music playing and could smell the most delicious aromas that seemed to invade the whole of the flat. Jack slowly opened the door to the kitchen and couldn't help but laugh at what he saw before him...
Ianto was cooking. In an apron that said "Kiss The Chef". And he was singing. And dancing. To ABBA. The Welshman stopped suddenly when he heard Jack and spun round, blushing furiously.
"Jack! What are you doing here?!"
Jack just walked forwards, smirking, an eyebrow raised,
and looked Ianto up and down. He reached forwards and pulled the
young man into a kiss. As he pulled back, Ianto looked
surprised.
"Wh- What was that for..?"
Jack grinned
cheekily, dipping his finger into the sauce Ianto had been
stirring.
"I always do what aprons tell me to.."
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AN: Hmm, not sure about this one... You like it? Review. You dont? Review.