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Jack squared his shoulders and adjusted the coat before knocking, the chocolates in his hand heavy as he waited for the door to open and when it did he almost dropped them at the sight that greeted him.

Changing this Chalet into a Love Shack had been an inspiring idea and the upgrade it had received recently, now they were resuming relations as it were, had definitely brought out Ianto's inner Bitch. Ianto stood there in black fishnets, leather miniskirt, black Chantilly lace top and black leather hat.

"Ah. Captain. Ve Haf been expectin' You!" Ianto said in a silly German accent and Jack resisted the urge to grin as he tried to look contrite.

"Sorry General Pain. I was …."

"I don't care about your excuses!" Ianto snapped, turning on the four inch heel to wobble back into the chalet and Jack again had to resist, this time the urge to steady him. Gods he looked edible. Jack could see the scars through the fishnet and for some reason this made Ianto look even more desirable as he bent over to pick something up and Jack could not keep in character "I love you so much Tiger."

Ianto froze, looking over his shoulder at Jack with a raised eyebrow, then he gracefully straightened up then turned to face him "Captain, is that French chocolate?"

"Yes" Jack caught himself and looked coy as he moved the other hand as well "And nylons."

"Nylons?" Ianto stared at the pantyhose and then smiled slowly "Why Captain. For me?"

"Anything for you mistress" Jack crooned, looking Ianto up and down.

"Then get on your knees and kiss my toes!" Ianto snarled, "I have waited long enough!"

"Oh baby" Jack gushed as he complied and Ianto watched for a while then smiled softly.

"And let's try out that swing" Ianto whispered, all pretence gone as well, Jack's hands sliding up his legs to cup his arse as he pulled their crotches together. The kiss was sweet, promising and full of gentleness that annoyed Ianto no end. He was sick of tender and caring, he wanted some bloody passion!

He stepped back and eyeballed Jack, "If that's the best you have … I will take your wings from you. Call yourself a Captain? Now … make me fly!"

Jack considered later, as they lay on the plush floor of the chalet in a tangle of ropes, leather and fishnet that Ianto had been right. He had to stop with the gentle mollycoddling and remember that he was a man who could still put him on his arse.

In such a delightful way.

He looked over at the Welshman who was watching him silently, the smile of his face letting him know he had got it right in the end.

"Tell you what" Jack said softly "I will put a bigger hook in and next time … you do me, right?"

"Really?" Ianto snorted, "I get to 'do' you do I?"

"Yeah. I want to be an old rich bastard and you are my young piece of fluff I hired for the evening of fun. You will be a dominatrix with a sadistic flair!" Jack gushed excitedly.

Ianto started to laugh as he rolled onto his side and kissed Jack gently, then whispered "And it might not even fall down either."

Jack was immensely glad he had the mattress to catch Ianto, the hook giving way had startled them both but Jack had managed to catch him and lower him to the mattress as Ianto took it with good grace, laughing lustily.

"Next time … every time …. I will catch you lover" Jack whispered as he rolled on top of Ianto and let their bodies melt together.

The darkness outside encouraged them to stay, warm and safe as the rain pounded outside.

Safe and loved.