"I can't believe you talked me into coming." Owen hissed at Ianto as they sat at their table. The reception was in full swing with cheesy music and inebriated relatives. Tosh was dancing with a rather handsy uncle of Rhys and Jack was joking with the bartender. Gwen was making the rounds chatting with her relatives and Rhys was drinking champagne with his idiot groomsmen.

Tosh's elderly dance partner made another grab for her arse and while she swatted him away she looked pleadingly over at Ianto, "Owen, you should go save her. She's miserable."

Owen laughed, "Oh no. She got herself into this mess. Don't blame me that she's too nice. Besides she told me I looked like a twelve year old being forced to attend church."

"That's because you were whining about wearing a suit and kept asking if we were there yet."

Owen rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his drink, "I bloody hate weddings. I'm getting another, you want one?"

"Why not? At least it's an open bar." Ianto finished his drink and couldn't help chuckling when he noticed Rhys' aunt had interrupted her husband's dance with Tosh. She was pointing an accusing finger at Tosh but when she let slip an Asian slur Rhys was on the scene to escort the elderly couple out of the room.

An exhausted Tosh sat down next to Ianto and, upon seeing him smirking, smacked his leg, "It's not funny. He was all over me and I nearly punched his bitchy wife. No wonder he drinks so much. I swear he smelled worse than that Nostrovite you shot yesterday."

Ianto laughed warmly, but his smile dropped when he noticed Jack dancing all too intimately with Gwen.

Gwen shook her head in embarrassment when she heard Rhys' aunt insulting Tosh. She always wanted a classy wedding with her dream man but with Rhys' relatives in attendance it was impossible. Gwen thought back to the ceremony and the panic she felt right before she said I do. When she snuck a glance over the congregation, her heart ached when she momentarily met Jack's eyes and realized her love was not standing next to her.

Spotting Jack at the bar she made her over to him and warmly smiled, "Care to dance, Captain Harkness?"

Jack, looking dashing in a navy blue suit, held out his arm, "Of course, Mrs. Williams."

His strong muscular arm encircled her back as he clasped her hand to his broad chest. Gwen breathed in his distinctive scent and sighed realizing how much she would miss it. Jack chuckled, "Tired already? I suppose it has been a long day. I must add you look lovely."

Gwen brightened at his compliment, "You don't look so bad yourself. You should wear suits more often."

Jack beamed, "You think? Ianto picked it out. I don't see what was wrong with my old uniform but he insisted on dragging me to a tailor and everything."

Gwen frowned slightly, "He seems to be doing well after that whole Shawn thing. Those two had gotten quite close."

Jack cringed at Gwen's tone but she continued on, "At least you were there to save him. Who knows what could have happened?"

Jack's voice lowered as he replied, "I don't think we should be talking about this."

Gwen squeezed his hand, "You're right. It's difficult isn't it? Compromising."

Jack cocked his head in confusion, "What do you mean? Rhys is a wonderful man."

Gwen nodded, "He is and Ianto is a sweet boy, but doesn't it get so tiring denying what we truly want?"

Jack pulled back slightly, "Gwen, what are you talking about?"

Gwen tightened her grasp, "I'm not blind, Jack. What we have together is something pure and real that we shouldn't ignore anymore."

Jack's mouth hung open in shock, "Gwen . . . I never meant to lead you on but I love-"

Gwen placed her hand on Jack's chest, "Shhh, let's just enjoy the moment."

Before Jack could correct her they were interrupted by Ianto, "Mind if I cut in?"

The dancing couple separated and Ianto took Gwen in his arms. Gwen fidgeted nervously wondering just how much he had heard; however, he was smiling and gracefully guiding her around the floor. Finally he purred, "Oh Gwen, the ceremony was lovely wasn't it? Rhys has such a colorful family."

In the background, they could hear Rhys telling the story of how he saved Gwen from a mugger. Gwen noticed that Ianto's smile was not reaching his eyes. She started to pull away but his grip was surprisingly strong, "Do enjoy the honeymoon because when you return things are going to change."

Gwen hesitantly replied, "I don't know what you mean."

Ianto laughed softly, "I think you do. I'm telling you this for your own good: Jack is not in love with you. He loves me and I love him. He flirts because, well, he flirts with everyone."

Ianto twirled her around so she could see Jack dancing with and whispering suggestively to Gwen's grandmother.

"I've been through a rough patch having been abducted, beaten, and raped but don't think your behavior hasn't escaped my notice. I'm not your maid or your butler and I'm certainly not your delicate gay friend. I am your teammate and coworker so you will treat me as such. If I ever see you throwing yourself at my boyfriend again, I will have you demoted to parking lot attendant so fast your head will spin."

Gwen started to protest but Ianto lowered his voice and his eyes narrowed, "If you don't believe me or feel like pushing your luck, remember that my specialty is making bodies disappear."

Gwen's eyes widened but Ianto's smile returned instantly, "Now, go dance with your husband and have a magical night."

Gwen quickly dashed off the dance floor and Ianto walked back to his table. He picked up his drink and downed it in one gulp. Owen looked up amused, "What was that all about?"

Ianto sighed, "I'll tell you tomorrow." He then went to the back of the ballroom and stepped outside.

Back inside Jack saw Ianto slip out and turned to his partner, "I'm so sorry Nana Cooper, but I have to cut our dance short."

The old woman said something in Welsh and gave Jack's arse a squeeze.

Leaning against the wall Ianto gazed up at the stars and contemplated the evening. There was a time when all he wanted was a normal life with a wedding and family, but now it seemed like a distant memory. Somehow he didn't miss it. Having Jack returned to him seemed to fill the loneliness in his heart in a way that no one had ever been able to do. He still had nightmares about his capture but they were dissipating with time. Now he no longer spent hours wondering what had happened and if there was someone waiting around the corner for him.

"You know, I think red really is your color." Jack strode toward Ianto with his hands in his pockets, "The people at this wedding are a horny bunch."

Ianto rolled his eyes, "Especially the bride."

Jack looked embarrassed, "Thanks for helping out back there. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ianto grinned, "Probably show up to social events wearing a seventy year old RAF uniform."

Suddenly his face turned serious and Jack clasped Ianto's hand, "You know that you're the only one in my heart, right?"

Ianto brought Jack's hand up to his lips, "Of course, I just needed Gwen to know that."

Jack leaned in and deeply kissed Ianto pushing him against the wall. Sighing happily, Ianto withdrew and placed his head on Jack's shoulder. Jack leisurely pulled him away from the wall and, with the muffled music from the hall, drew him into a slow, intimate dance.

"I've been waiting a long time for this." Jack murmured.