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Ianto pottered around the archives awhile later with a smile on his face, one he had been wearing all day, as he watched Jack suffer. Of course Ianto knew Jack could escape the inconvenience of the sex ban by finding it else where, but he had a feeling that Jack would take this as a challenge as he thought he was irresistible and desirable to everyone he met.
Ianto just hoped he could resist it for as long as it took for Jack to realise he was in the wrong. He could just imagine the things Jack may try and do to get Ianto back on side, this coming week might be quite interesting as well as stressful.
At least he was alone, down in the musky, damp, dark confines of one of Torchwood's many basements which had become the archives. He liked it best down here if he was honest, no constant chatter from Gwen and Owen and no constant demands from Jack plus he could always do with less of Tosh's techno babble…That just gave him a headache. He stopped and listened, very faint muffled noises from above but that was it, just how he liked it.
Ianto picked up his clipboard from his small desk in amongst the endless shelves, of organised and logged alien artefacts, and began to check certain items could still be accounted for. Whistling to himself, Ianto beavered away in the silence, completely losing himself in his own thoughts of far away moments and memories, savouring them, as he tended to do, just one last time.
He was completely in his own world so he did not notice that Jack had entered the archives.
Ianto had just finished documenting artefacts from one particular shelf when he felt the hot breath on his neck.
"How's it going?" Jack whispered
Instead of jumping in fright as he normally did, Ianto pretended that he wasn't finished checking over one of the dusty items on the shelf and tried his hardest to ignore the shiver that went down his spine.
"Fine sir, just checking over some of the artefacts," Ianto replied moving away from Jack and making his way down the row of shelves they were situated in.
"Hmm sounds like a fun day, all alone down here….doesn't it get boring?" Jack said sardonically
Ianto sighed; he could see exactly where this conversation was going, He knew Jack all too well "I make my own entertainment,"
Ianto looked up briefly from his clipboard to see Jack giving him that cocky grin coupled with that raised eyebrow, he didn't even want to know what the captain was thinking
"Oh grow up!" Ianto exclaimed moving further away from where Jack was not leaning on the shelves, arms crossed and eyes following the Welshman where ever he went.
Jack's laugh cut across the musky air, ringing in Ianto's eyes, making him think of a thousand other times Jack had used that laugh, it was actually quite contagious, but Ianto wouldn't let it get to him today.
"You had to be thinking along the same lines to even guess what I might have been thinking of,"
"No Jack, I just know you too well," Ianto reminded Jack, now walking past him in the opposite direction
Following suit, Jack continued "Okay, what I'm I thinking now then,"
Ianto didn't even have to stop
"That is very impure sir; ever hear of the equality act? Employers should not engage in sexual actions of any nature towards any of their employees, no matter what their gender," Ianto said with out stopping, He hoped the bullshit he was sprouting was enough to fool Jack
"Aw but work would be no fun with out a bit of sexual innuendo knocking about, I mean can you imagine Owen restricted to actually being civil to all the women he comes across whilst on the job," Jack explained walking besides Ianto now
"The world would be a very sad world," Ianto mumbled, breaking from his act of ignoring Jack and allowing himself to smile
"Ah that's what I like to see, good to see all is forgiven," Jack said
Ianto's smile vanished instantly
"You think you're forgiven just like that?" Ianto exclaimed stopping and turning to Jack "Well think again,"
Ianto turned on his heels and scooted off in to the archives, leaving Jack in his wake
"Aw Ianto come on," Jack called down in to the depths of the archives
"Goodbye Jack,"
After a few minutes, Jack got fed up and stormed out of the archives, off to plot. Ianto's smile returned after that as he resumed his whistling.