Ianto looked around at the serene landscape. Grass, flowers, small cottages, a clear blue sky, and, a little to the left, Jack. The last rays of the French sun invitingly shone down on them as they walked to one of the cottages; a small inn, a room in which Jack had rented.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, watching Ianto examine the cobblestones under their feet.
Ianto nodded. He'd been to Paris, and liked it well enough, but there were few things that could replace the charm of an old village. Jack, too, looked charming and relaxing in the new light.
Jack drew him into his side as they entered the inn and proceeded to their room. "Since it's France… I can't ignore the tradition."
Ianto didn't have a chance to question him before Jack kissed him. No, not kissed him—French kissed him. He didn't even have the time to tell Jack that French kisses were not a French tradition.
(Just a quick A/N here: yes, there's going to be 100 of these... I hope to do one every 1-3 days)
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