Suggestive Conversations
Jack glanced up from the file he was flicking through as his office door swung open. He leaned back in his chair; arms folded, and looked silently at the occupant of the chair opposite his desk.
Gwen sighed and looked away, but said nothing.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure? Or should I guess?" said Jack, amusement colouring his tone. Gwen looked at him now, though it was more a glare. Another sigh, and then –
"I'm sick of us going round in circles-," Gwen started.
"Who said anything about circles?" Jack cut in. "We're exactly where we started, and not moving an inch."
"You mean you're not moving an inch! You think I'm going to just take that? Do you know me at all, Jack? That's going to put me off as much as your excuse concerning bloody coffee!" she exclaimed.
"Ianto will be upset if he finds out what you're suggesting, and the coffee will suffer! I can't let that happen, now can I?"
"Bollocks to that. You're just scared!"
"Of what, exactly?" Jack challenged. He and Gwen were both standing now, as the argument continued, and the tension in the room rose considerably.
"That Ianto will want more."
"He's happy with what he's got."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well I'm not! What would you do if I got it somewhere else?" Gwen's tone was slowly turning desperate, but Jack merely grinned, satisfied that Gwen had hit a wall.
"We both know you wouldn't do that. You're not having a raise, end of!"