Stimulus: Three Words (NOT the song by Cheryl Cole… I hate her, and her awful fashion sense. Don't you think she looks like MJ?!).
Spoilers: Series Two
POV: Ianto
Dedication: Ally :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. If anyone has any ideas as to how I can slip past the bodyguards and the restraining order to rid RTD of this great honour (which he does NOT deserve), please let me know. I'm stumped.
AN: You know what? For the first time ever, I have nothing more to say. Enjoy this little piece of Janto fluff!
-x-
Everyone has patterns. Rituals. Routines. Everyone.
Theirs just happened to involve those three little words. Three words that meant a million different things; three words that triggered a thousand different reactions everytime Ianto heard them. To say he loved it would be an understatement. Everyday spent with Jack just seemed to lead up to this moment, and those three littlebiglovehate words.
Jack's breath hitches as he nears consiousness, and so does Ianto's – although he's been awake for many hours, waiting. Waiting for the moment and the words that are so close he can almost touchsmellfeeltaste them.
Almost…
Ianto smiles as his lover's eyes open blearily. He doesn't speak, and neither does the other. Words other than those three would seem out of place. Wrong. This is the way it goes.
Jack's mouth opens – softwarmsafe – and he smiles. Ianto's pulse races. So close…
Here they come.
"Where's my coffee?"