Title: White Wedding
Rating: G
Summary: First comes love, then comes…
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Ianto stands at the alter, back straight, hands clasped formally behind him. The rose in his lapel is a beautiful velvety red, and it matches those tucked and pinned all throughout the church. Gwen decorated; Tosh installed extra security, just in case.
Swirling around the roses, accentuating and illuminating, are crisp swathes of creamy, smooth fabric, with enough yellow to light the room and enough white to make Ianto feel like he's floating amongst the clouds. The feeling could be unrelated, however. The smile on his face, those gracing the faces of a dozen friends in the pews, are not caused by the decorating, as radiant as it may be.
The organ music crests as the doors at the opposite end of the hall swing open and Jack saunters in. His dark-as-night suit is nothing like a white wedding gown, and the length and speed of his strides bring him to Ianto long before the music catches up. Tosh takes her time walking up the aisle, grinning ironically, but Ianto's view of her is impeded by a kiss from Jack that after all this time still leaves his knees weak.
Hands fitted seamlessly together, they turn to face the minister. His words fade gently into the background, though, as Ianto focuses on the warm flesh on his palm, the heat of the church, the cotton texture of the pillow beneath his head…
His eyelids flutter and open, and he has a few content, joy-filled moments before he realizes where he is: his own flat, his bed. His empty bed.
The bedside clock declares half four. Ianto can hear the soft clicking of Jack's laptop from the living room. He smiles softly and rolls into the warm spot Jack left behind. As he closes his eyes again, he begins to nudge his unconscious mind in the direction of a honeymoon…