Chapter Four
As the day drew on, the weather started to improve. It stopped snowing and at 4pm, the sun made a brief appearance, melting the top layer of compact snow.
"Why don't you take the SUV and get home tonight," said Jack, looking at Owen, adding, "While the snow has stopped."
Owen looked at Jack and then said in a whisper so only Jack could just hear, "Treat him well, Harkness," and then, getting his coat form the autopsy bay, left.
Turning back to look towards the stairs, Jack hitched a breath and touched his earpiece. "Ianto?"
"Jack?"
"Could you come up to my office, please."
"I'll be right there."
"Thanks."
Moving away from the workstations, Jack made his way up to his office. He seated himself behind his desk and placed his forearms on the blotter. A few minutes later, ianto walked through the door.
"You wanted to see me?"
Jack gestured to the chair in front of him. Ianto smiled and sat down. Jack leaned forward, lacing his fingers.
"I guess you know we're attracted to one another."
Ianto smiled. "Yes."
"Maybe we could go out to dinner, once the snow stops," he laughed. "Not tonight, mind you."
"No, not tonight," agreed Ianto.
Jack leaned back, clearing his throat. "In the warehouse, when we caught Myfanwy…did you feel anything? I…the attraction for me was there even then."
Ianto looked at his hands, then at Jack. "I felt it, too. I didn't understand it at the time." He shook his head. "I've never thought of being with another man. Not until…you."
Leaning across the table, Jack offered Ianto his hand. Ianto moved to the edge of his chair, accepting the hand that Jack offered.
"It's you. Only you," confessed the young Welshman. "It's weird, but it feels right."
"Yeah," replied Jack, then, "About that drink and the chat we were going to have later. Can you…if you want…stay tonight?" Jack watched the play of emotions on the beautiful face before him. "We don't have to do anything. I just want to hold you."
Ianto smiled shyly. "I think I'd like that."
THE END