AN: All you really need to know for this chapter, is that it is set about one or two months after where the last chapter ended. As always, reviews are desperately craved. Xx
The house was practically empty, with Ianto's mother out on errands, his father hunting, and all staff taking the opportunity to skip their duties in favour of a good game of cards. All staff except Jack, who, of course, could only be found with one person.
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"But Jack, we simply cannot!"
Jack trailed a succession of kisses up Ianto's neck and along his jaw line, finally meeting his lips, and after pressing one gentle kiss to them, he barely pulled back and breathed against those faultless lips, offering his reply of,
"Why not?"
"Because…that…is an act for only married people to indulge in."
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Ianto to build an argument with Jack's onslaught on of affection effectively draining away his attention span, until all he could think was, 'God, that feels good.'
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, beautiful, but we're not ever getting married, whether we like it or not. So, why wait?"
And Ianto decided that Jack, of course, was right.
And it definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that Jack had attached his mouth to Ianto's neck and was making him groan in the most delightful ways.
"Alright. Let's do it."
Ianto could feel Jack's smile against his throat as he continued to kiss and lick his neck as he pushed Ianto back on the bed.
It took a good few minutes to remove their various layers of clothing, but eventually they were naked, finally able to fully explore each other, their passions for each other.
"Jack, I need to tell you one thing before we do this."
"Anything you want, gorgeous."
"I love you."
And Jack didn't even hesitate to reply with "I love you too."
This time it was Ianto who initiated the heated kiss.
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When Jack pushed into him, a deep thrust that filled him so completely, he couldn't help but cry out in pain. Such unbearable pain, like no other he had ever experienced before.
But he continued to cling to Jack, muffling his cries by biting down on his shoulder, because Ianto had learned that Jack had a way of making everything OK.
Soon, the pain became bearable, and eventually pleasure took it's place, as Jack thrust into him repeatedly, one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other squeezing Ianto's hand reassuringly.
All throughout that beautiful period of time, when their moans filled the room and a thin sheen of sweat formed on their bodies as they continued to move to the beat only they could here, their fingers remained entwined.
As the sheets rumpled up around them, Ianto's spare hand grabbing a fistful of the luxurious fabric, they continued to move, panting and crying out each other's name, their fingers remained entwined.
And when they both came, Jack mere moments after Ianto, not even bothering to mask their cries and shouts of ecstasy, confident that the thick wooden walls would provide adequate sound proofing, their fingers remained entwined.
Jack collapsed on top of Ianto, lying like that for a few moments, both men catching their breaths, Ianto's arms wrapped tightly around Jack, as he pressed kiss after gentle kiss on Jack's shoulder, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.
"That was perfect."
Eventually, Jack had to roll off of Ianto, instead lying at his side, his fingers playing idly with the fine hairs coating his lover's chest.
"You are perfect."
Ianto blushed slightly at Jack's compliment, before reaching up to kiss him, slipping his tongue into the mouth he had grown so familiar to.
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After half an hour lying, simply enjoying each others company, and, of course, admiring the beauty that was the naked form of their lover, the moment had to be broken.
Jack rose from the bed, reassuring Ianto, who immediately panicked that he was leaving already, that he was going to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean them.
When he returned from Ianto's en-suite, carrying a damp cloth, he kneeled at the side of the bed and tenderly washed Ianto's stomach and chest.
He kissed the hollow between Ianto's chest and neck, before, standing up and smiling down on the man.
"Sorry, but I'm going to have to leave at some point. Might as well go before every one starts to get suspicious."
Ianto nodded, but all he wanted to do was beg Jack to stay.
He watched Jack get dressed, covering his beautiful body garment by garment, and stayed laying on the bed when Jack came over to him.
He sat on the edge of the bed, whirling random patterns with his index finger on the back of Ianto's hand, both men remaining silent.
After a few moments, Jack leant forward, placing a loving kiss on Ianto's lips, and whispering his love for him, before getting up and closing the door quietly behind him, setting off for the staff quarters.
Leaving Ianto on his own.
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"Annie, it was amazing. Everything I imagined it to be. He told me he loved me. And I told him I loved him as well. And, …god, it was perfect!"
"You're such a girl, Harkness!"
Jack, who was seemingly immune to insults for the time being, still on a high from the activities of the last hour, chuckled and lay back on the bed, a smile practically tattooed on his face.
Annie continued puffing idly on her cigarette, not caring that she was filling their small bedroom with toxic smoke.
Jack got his hit from Ianto, she got hers from her long term friend, nicotine.
"So, it's love then. God, as if it wasn't complicated enough."
But not even Annie's cynical remarks couldn't get to Jack.
"To be honest, Annie, I couldn't care less about how complicated it is. We love each other, and he's bloody amazing, so right now I'm happy. Unlike someone I know."
Annie, stubbed her cigarette out on the concrete floor, kicking it under her bed, before looking up at Jack.
"What, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hmm, sure."
Jack smirked, first it was him that was acting out of character, now Annie decided to have a complete personality change. And he knew it wasn't just 'lady things', god if it was that he would know.
Must be something about the room they shared. Yes, that would be the conclusion he would stick to, until he found out what was really wrong with her.