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AN: This chapter is quite short. Nothing new I guess. I'm sorry! I have been so busy: I have a million and one things to do today and I discovered I'm being sent to France on Saturday morning! Meaning, I have to write four chapters in three days! And going to school yada yada.. My biggest conquest yet. Hopefully, I will get it done.
I love you Ianto Jones.
Love you so much, that sometimes it scares me
Only when I'm with you, I feel complete
VIP: You are to me, you're all I think about- can't you tell?
Every minute of every second, of every week
You, and you alone have my heart.
Only you.
Until the day I die.
Ianto's eyes flicked from the note to the man curled up next to him, snoring softly as he snuggled Ianto's side. Feeling tears spring to his eyes, but resolutely not letting them fall, Ianto set the note aside in his draw with the others that he had accumulated and disappeared under the duvet to set about giving Jack a magnificent wake-up.
"Oooh" Jack's eyes opened with a snap and he peeked under the duvet to see Ianto atop his legs. "So… You got my poem then?" he asked, looking at Ianto.
"Did you like it?" He said, grinning as his eyes met Ianto's. Ianto's mouth was rather preoccupied, but Jack took the affirmative noise that Ianto made in his throat as a yes.
"I don't want to go to work today. What do y-" Jack cut himself off with a howl of pleasure that Ianto was excellent at drawing from him.
"I'm going to shower now." Ianto announced, in all his naked glory as he shimmied off the end of the bed, then stretched languidly. "Wanna join me?" He asked with a smirk.
"I'm good here-" Jack trailed off with a yawn. "Might catch a few minutes more" His words cut off and he abruptly began snoring.
Ianto stood staring at Jack for a couple of minutes as he didn't have the heart to wake him. He disappeared into the shower, the smell of daffodils very faint.
10 minutes later, at around half eight, Ianto dressed and made breakfast was trying to rouse a sleepy Jack by waving his Just-Cooked-Perfect-Sausages under his nose.
After much wrestling, Ianto eventually got Jack awake, pressed a mug of steaming coffee into his hand and pushed him in the general direction of the shower.
-break
An hour late, Jack and Ianto drove into the work car park.
"Yan, it'll be fine – don't worry"
"I know, I'm just nervous: I mean, they'll probably think that I can get away with it I'm "shagging the boss" to quote Lowri, and then they'll be resentful and…" he trailed off.
Jack pulled Ianto to him and whispered in his ear; "Ianto. Listen to me. They will not care that we're late, ok? Owen and Gwen are shagging anyway. Or were." He paused at Ianto's questioning glance. "Never mind that, just don't panic ok?" He pressed a kissed to Ianto's forehead. "Come on"
The entrance to the Hub rolled open and they were greeted by the sight of Tosh working away at her desk away from the chaos that Owen and Gwen were causing with their argument which involved shouting and a lot of arm waving.
Ianto slipped away to the kitchen to make a round of coffee to calm everyone down and Jack went off to his office to busy himself with "paperwork" or "pretend paperwork" as Ianto called it, after catching Jack playing online poker numerous times.
The daily staff meeting scheduled at ten ("What a joke" Owen had commented) involved Jack delegating tasks of the new case they were working on to the team members. Except Ianto.
"Right." Jack said, "I want Tosh and Owen setting up surveillance. Gwen I want you interviewing Mrs Smith and Ianto…" He shuffled some papers. "I need you down in the Tourist Office. It's the beginning of the Tourist Season so I need you to show some face."
Ianto frowned. He had requested to do more field work. Jack's voice cut into his thoughts. "Everybody got that?" Jack looked around sharply. "Great. If you need me, I'll be in my office."
Ianto sat in the Tourist Office bored out of his mind, having already read all the literature in there. There was nothing to do – except look out the window. Not the best pastime for hours on end. Two customers had been in so far; one looking for directions to the nearest petrol station and the other had mistaken it for a museum.
Slightly depressed, and looking for something to occupy himself with Ianto began to rummage through the draws.
Frowning, he lifted out a book which he had never seen before. Titled: "Is it me or is everything shit?" Ianto turned the book over in his hands. He caught sight of a Post-It note which had been stuck to an odd corner which read: "Thought you'd get bored. xxx Jack".
Ianto smiled at his gift for the day and settled back to read.
A chapter later, a note fell out: I love you
Two chapters on, another note: You light up my day
Chapter five: My world revolves around you
An hour later, the phone rang.
"Hello. Cardiff Tourist Office. How may I help?" Ianto asked.
"Ianto?" Asked the stunned voice on the other end. "Is that you?"
Ianto groaned, having recognised who that voice belonged to. "Yes mam, it's me."
"Ianto what are you doing working in the tourist office?" His mother asked, "Jack didn't fire you did he? What did you do to him? My God Ianto you haven't been cheating on him, have you? Oh Iant-"
"Mam" Ianto said cuttingly before his mum could launch into a full-blown rant. "Jack and I are still together." He paused, unsure of what to say, but smirked as the idea hit him, "I'm undercover" He hissed into the phone.
"Oooh" his mother squealed, "How exciting! Well, I'll leave you to it now. Really Ianto, darling, you should have said sooner. Bye dearie"
"Bye" Ianto said through his teeth.
"How was your day Yan?" Jack asked merrily, as he pulled his coat off its peg and put it on.
"Good." Ianto replied carefully. "I enjoyed the book immensely. Not that I've finished it yet, but I think I well" He smiled, anticipating more notes.
"I knew I could count on your cynicism" Jack said winking and moving to turn off the TV screen in the corner of his office. "Guess what I was up to."
"Jack," Ianto said warningly, I don't want to know about how many pounds you lost today. Or –" He paused, waving a hand airily in the direction of the TV, "How much porn you watched."
"Me? Porn?" Jack said trying to look offended and failing, "I was watching some sexy bloke mull about his desk reading a book"
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