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Chapter one: In which Jack meets Ianto's neighbor—briefly
The clomp of boots and clack of dress shoes on stairs were the only sounds in the apartment stairway. It had been a long day, as it often is in Torchwood, and Ianto was looking forward to a cup of coffee and, perhaps, a decent night's sleep; for once.
Jack on the other hand still seemed full of energy, as usual. How he did it, no one quite knew. Jack burst through into the hallway and came to a stop beside the door of Ianto's apartment, waiting as he shifted impatiently from foot to foot.
Ianto shook his head, half in exasperation and half at the sheer silliness of his boss, as he followed Jack into the hallway, "Patience Jack, get some."
Jack grinned at Ianto in that 'kid-in-a-candy-store' way of his as he answered, "Why should I? I offered to take the keys earlier—but you said no."
Ianto rolled his eyes and stood in front of his lover, arms crossed. "That's because you tend to lose things like keys Jack."
He feigned hurt at the accusation, before shrugging it off in a flippant manner. "I still have my communicator and vortex manipulator, don't I?"
"Those aren't keys Jack." Just as Ianto was unlocking the door, the sound of clacking heels on the stairs reverberated in the hall.
Both turned as a tall, beautiful brunette woman in a knee-length red dress came into view carrying a bag. Jack was instantly grinning. She smiled, "Hello Mr. Jones. Who's your friend?" she asked, looking Jack over. He decided to answer.
"Well—" he started saying.
"—NOBODY. He's just….Jack….Goodnight Miss Blythe." Ianto blurted out as he grabbed Jack's arm to pull him into the flat.
Jack waved as he let Ianto pull him along. He let the door shut before turning and fixing Ianto with an amused look, "What was that about?"
Ianto blushed, releasing Jack before turning to throw his coat onto the couch and going into the kitchen. "I know you, Jack, there wasn't a shred of innocent intent in what you were going to say."
Jack went over to the couch and let himself fall back onto the cushions. He watched for a moment, "Maybe. But if you want, I can work on it. Just tell me. Now…..did you need to be so rude?" he raised an amused eyebrow.
Ianto paused for a beat in his coffee making. "No, I suppose not. I'll apologize to her, especially since it wasn't because of her." He left the machine to let it do it's work and sat in the couch, moving his jacket to the small coffee table.
As soon as Ianto was sitting, Jack put an arm around him, drawing him closer. "Glad to hear that. But you can apologize tomorrow, right?"
Ianto smirked as he subtly snuggled into Jack's side. "Of course I can, but I should do it tonight; at least an email."
Jack frowned as he tightened his arm around Ianto. "You have her email? And you were just upset that I was about to flirt with her." He gently teased.
Ianto softly poked Jack with his elbow. "She gave it to me when we first met." Despite his slight protest, he didn't move.
Jack smiled as he leaned further back into the couch with his love against him. This made everything he did worth it. Moments like these.