Untouchable Thoughts I
Jack waved goodbye to the rest of the team as they left to go down to the pub. He then collapsed into his chair, closed his eyes, and reflected on his life. Not all of it though, because that would be impossible to do in one go, but more in particular, his recent love life. He didn't have a partner as such, but he and Ianto shared some pretty good times together. He sighed and decided to be brutally honest with himself. Ianto was his reserve, the second best for him. He didn't want to answer the next question but he didn't need to – he knew it anyway. Out of choice, it would have been Gwen he was with in those dark rooms, Gwen who he was playing naked hide and seek with, Gwen who he kissed and who kissed him back. He hadn't been joking when he had said that she should have played naked hide and seek with himself and Ianto, but it was a good enough cover for his true feelings. Every time he saw her, his heart raced a little, and unhelpful images flashed through his head. Her dark hair that fell just oh-so-right; her deep, pretty, soulful eyes that looked at him trustingly. Her gorgeously curvy body that went in at the right places, her clothes highlighting this fact every day. Her lips were the real clincher though. They looked so luscious and kissable; it was all he could o to not act on his instinct. In his experience, as eyes were the gateway to the soul; he concluded that lips were the gateway to heaven.
But Gwen was a married woman, untouchable, a forbidden fruit. And Jack knew this, and (reluctantly) abided.