Dolce Amaro
Wow, this is my longest one so far! I hope you like it! It is set during and after the dance scene at the end of the episode which I just loved. I guess this is a Gwen/Jack AND a Jack/Ianto one, so I hope everyone finds a bit they like in it!
Yes, I have finally written a Ianto one, even if I only gave him half the story!
By the way, something you should know, Dolce-Amaro means bitter sweet (I think!). Dolce means sweet and amaro bitter!
I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood etc. If I did, it would probably be the Jack and Ianto show so just as well!
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Dolce Amaro
Gwen
Dolce
In the end it had been perfect. It finally had been the day she'd dreamed of. Forgetting everything. Forgetting everything. Forgetting Torchwood.
Except she hadn't and except she wouldn't. Because it was because of Torchwood that everything had been perfect. Well not really Torchwood. Because of Jack. She shouldn't be feeling like this, Gwen knew. But for some reason, she didn't feel guilty or confused. Just happy. And perfect. She felt perfect in Jack's arms. They had stopped talking now, just for a second as they danced. And it oddly perfect. Just like everything in the world that there ever had been had slotted into place. There was nothing to worry about as she looked into jacks' eyes, knowing that all he was seeing right now was her. And that was all she wanted him to see. Forever. His hands sat on her waist, just holding onto her. Keeping her safe. Gazing at him now, she could tell herself that he would always be there for her. Always like her best. He laughed and she knew he felt it too. They where beautiful together. It wasn't the Champaign, it wasn't the decorations or the cake. It was just them, lighting up the room. And for one moment in her life, Gwen knew everything was perfect. Everything was sweet.
Amaro
Gwen was sat in her seat, Rhys next to her, talking about God knows what. She should be listening, really she should and she really did want to. But it was impossible. Impossible because however hard she tried, her eyes where drawn to the spot on the dance floor where Jack and Ianto where dancing. Together. The place she'd been dancing only a few moments ago.
It wasn't that Gwen was angry. How could she be? It wasn't like her and Jack had ever or would have anything. It was her wedding day and Jack…well she got the feeling he wasn't the settling down type of guy. And it wasn't that she didn't love Rhys. She did, with all her heart. And that was truth. But it was just that Jack… Jack had shown her how much more to life there was. Jack had shown her that she could reach for the sky and grab a star in the process. Jack was…She couldn't explain it. Jack defied words.
But now she was on the outside. Watching. And that, Gwen realised was all she would ever do. Because she did love Jack. And maybe the hardest part of that was letting go. Maybe that's what love was. Smiling she turned to Rhys. He was hers. Not Jack. But whatever she told herself, Gwen knew she wouldn't sop loving Jack. Nothing would stop that.
So with bitter regrets she watched them dancing. Watching what she could have had with a bitter smile on her face.
Ianto
Amaro
It was hard, watching them. It was hard wondering what they where thinking. What they where talking about. How their hands where touching. But watch he did. He couldn't do anything else.
Ianto was use to watching, he'd been doing it most his life. He wasn't use to being the centre of attention or indeed having much attention thrust on him. He wasn't stupid either. He knew he was the type of person who could be classified by various systems as a 'genius'. He just didn't choose to tell people that. He would rather they underestimated him than overestimate.
So it was strange, even to himself, that he was feeling...what's the word, jealous now. Ianto prided himself on not getting jealous. But then again, Ianto didn't know if he'd ever been in love before.
Was this love? Again, he didn't know. But whatever it was, it was making him want to claw out his heart and tell it to stop feeling this way. Because it was this that was killing him at the moment, watching them.
Before, Ianto had never expected more than was given. But this was different. Jack was different. He wanted Jack, needed him so badly. He was all Ianto had left. And it was a bitter though that all that he had left in the world was dancing with someone else.
Dolce
Ianto could feel Jack's head on his shoulder. He could fee his arms around him and Jack's breathe on his neck. If he was to stick out his tongue, he could almost taste Jack. Because that was all that mattered. That finally he was in Jack's arms, melting into him.
And Jack was holding him. Holding him safe. Safe from everything and everyone else. It was just them two. They where together. Jack was relaxed against him, so unlike he'd been with Gwen. This wasn't a dance of farewell for them; it was a dance of new beginnings. It was a symbol of a passing over. And for once Ianto felt complete. He didn't need to worry about what Jack was feeling or what he was thinking because he just knew.
It was as if time had stopped still and the two of them where tucked up safe within each others arms. Safe in the beauty that it was just the two of them. Together. A partnership.
The song only lasted for a couple more minutes before they broke apart and Jack's eyes met his. And in that moment, Ianto could see everything. It wasn't lust, or friendship or just comradeship. There was something else there, something Ianto though he might have seen before, out of the corner of his eye. But there was one thing he did know. For that one moment in his life, Ianto knew everything was going to be perfect. Everything would be sweet.
Hope that was ok!
Love you all
Jyra
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