Ianto searched desperately through the desk drawer. "Oh, come on, it's got to be here somewhere," he muttered to himself.

"What does?" Jack asked from behind him, walking into the archives.

The young man held up what looked like a tiny, deep, plastic, blue bowl with an oval base. Jack looked at it blankly. "Okay. Not getting it."

"It's the bottom half of my handheld pencil sharpener, but I can't find the top part," Ianto explained, still searching. "My pencils are all dull, and I can't keep filing the artifacts without pencils that work."

Jack tried not to smile. "Why don't you use mechanical?"

"They don't write the same," Ianto complained. "Plus, you have to buy all that extra lead, and it gets everywhere when the containers break." Jack gazed at him, amused. Ianto turned to look at him. "What?" he said, irritated.

"You." Jack smiled. He pointed to something small, underneath the little corner desk of the archives. "What's that?"

Ianto bent down to look. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "There it is! Thank you so much, Jack." He picked the top of the pencil sharpener up and reattached it to the base.

"Yep," the captain replied, smirking. He walked up to Ianto and placed his hands firmly on his shoulders. "So, does that mean…you owe me?"

Ianto kissed him. "I suppose so," he murmured. Then he pushed Jack away. "Later."

"Aww," Jack replied, pouting.

"Working."

"Never stopped us before…" Jack hinted, not-so-subtly.

"Jack!" Ianto laughed. "Later."

"Promise?"

Ianto reached back into the desk drawer and pulled out an eraser. He promptly threw it at Jack's head. It hit him right in the center of his forehead, bounced off, and was caught by Ianto again. Ianto took a second to admire his own aim before Jack swiped the pencil sharpener away from his lover and started walking away.

"Hey!" Ianto called. "I need that."

"Come get it."

"Captain Jack Harkness, give it back! Now!" Ianto glared at the back of Jack's head as he just kept walking. "Or…"

That got Jack's attention. He turned around, one eyebrow raised, eyes crinkled with amusement. "Are you threatening me, Jones, Ianto Jones? That kind of behavior could get you fired, you know."

"Shut up. And hand it back to me. Or. Else." Ianto said, slowly and clearly. He had to fight really hard to keep a straight face, but it was worth it when Jack began to think he wasn't joking anymore.

"Right. Okay," Jack hastened to agree, hurrying back over to Ianto and handing it back quickly. Bless, he looked almost nervous.

Once the pencil sharpener was safely back in Ianto's possession, he started to laugh. Rolling his eyes, he teased Jack. "I cannot believe you fell for that."

Jack's eyes widened, and then his face fell. Looking genuinely hurt to have been tricked like that, he stuck his hands in his pockets and started to sulk away.

"Oh—hey, Jack! Come back," Ianto cajoled. "Sorry, all right? I was just…" Jack's shoulders were shaking, and for a second Ianto was really confused and thought he was crying. "Jack?"

Then, a burst of laughter. Jack turned back around, cracking up. "I can't believe you did, either!"

"Ohh…shut up!" Ianto exclaimed, but he wasn't pretending to be upset anymore, and wasn't trying to conceal his mirth. When Jack saw this, he started laughing even harder because of how completely adorable Ianto was when he was laughing.

An irritated shout came from upstairs. Owen had been trying to work. "I don't even WANT to know what you two are doing, but for the love of God, BE QUIET!"

Unfortunately, the two men in the archives found that even more hilarious, of course. Jack had, by now, sunk to the floor against a shelf. "Jack…Jack," Ianto gasped out, "if we keep on like this, you're gonna actually die of laughter!"

Jack practically choked at that. "Well there's always a first!"

Ianto dropped down onto the floor next to him. "Is there?" he said, interested.

Jack snorted. "I'm starting to be a bad influence on you, aren't I?"

"Are you? Really?" Ianto asked, mock-confusedly.

"Shut up!"

"Never."

"Oh, I hope not." This time it was Jack who leaned in for the kiss.

Ianto paused, savoring the moment with his eyes closed. Then he sprang back up, grabbing Jack's hands and pulling him up, too. "Go," he said, giving the captain a gentle shove towards the stairs. "Later, I said."

"I hoped you didn't mean it, though," Jack responded cheekily.

"Jack! Go. Upstairs, now," Ianto told him, still laughing.

"All right, all right." Jack started up the stairs.

A couple of seconds later: "Captain Jack Harkness, I'm going to bloody well kill you!" Laughter could be heard all the way up the stairs as Jack made a swift retreat.

He had stolen the pencil sharpener, again.

Super, super fluffy! Oh, I loved writing it, and I hope you loved reading it. If anyone wants, I'll continue writing more like it. Well, I probably will even if you don't! Love you all. Review if you've got the time, I love hearing from you! x