Missing Something Borrowed Scenes
A/N: Yes, this has got to be the most predictable thing I've ever done (although JelloDVDs and best-in-red may argue). This is a lot fluffier than the pre-Something Borrowed fic I did, I promise! It's mainly fluffier because I've literally re-written a certain scene. I hope it's okay! Please R&R!
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Sitting in the reception, Jack surveyed his surroundings. A few of the guests were just beginning to fall asleep. Gwen and Rhys were dancing, along with some others. Owen was nowhere to be seen. Tosh was near him on the table. And Ianto was filling in for the dead DJ.
The immortal couldn't help but smile affectionately at the sight of Ianto, his tie loosened and his mask down, concentrating solely on trying to work the DJ machine.
Suddenly, Owen appeared, sighed and held his hand out to Tosh. "Ready to see that dead man dance Tosh?"
Jack saw her give him a small smile before she took his hand and they went off to dance.
Just as he looked up to observe his favourite Welshman again, said Welshman caught his eye, and offered his a small but genuine smile, that Jack returned with his trademark Harkness grin.
Then an idea struck him.
Carefully straightening his shirt in a very Ianto-like way, Jack got out of his seat and started to make his way over to the DJ station.
Before he got there though, Gwen walked in front of him. Before she started talking, he saw Rhys start talking to a few of his mates out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey Jack." The Welshwoman said, her eyes unnaturally large as she blinked too many times to be able to see.
"Hi Gwen. Congratulations again." Jack replied politely, trying to get around her, only to be blocked again.
"So…" she said, drawing the word out. "aren't you going to ask me to dance?"
Jack scoffed. "And why would I want to do that?"
"Well, that's why you got up isn't it?" Gwen asked, slightly put out.
"No, I got up to ask Ianto to dance." He dodged round her while she processed the information.
When he reached the DJ station, he placed a gentle hand on Ianto's shoulder, startling the younger man.
"Care to dance?" he asked softly.
Ianto smiled, pressed a few buttons on the DJ station so it would work without him there, looked at Jack again, and nodded, still smiling.
Jack grinned and took Ianto's hand, guiding him to the dance floor. Once they reached it, he placed his young lover's left hand on his hip and took his right hand in his left, placing his right hand on Ianto's hip before gently swaying them to the music.
He felt Ianto smile into his shoulder as he placed a gently kiss on his ear.
"Gwen wanted you to dance with her." Ianto whispered. "Why didn't you?"
Jack pulled back slightly to look into Ianto's eyes. "Why would I want to dance with her when I could dance with you?" he whispered back.
Before Ianto could reply, Jack closed the small gap between them and lovingly ran his tongue over Ianto's bottom lip and they kissed, slowly and passionately, for once not caring who noticed.
When they parted, the first thing Jack noticed was Gwen and Rhys' mothers for once agreeing, and whispering about them. The only words Jack managed to pick out were 'disgusting', 'should be ashamed', 'at a wedding' and 'just appalling'.
Ianto obviously noticed too, as he buried his head in the crook between Jack's neck and his shoulder, blushing furiously.
Jack wasn't about to let them spoil his dance with Ianto. He planted a chaste kiss in Ianto's hair. "Take no notice of them." He whispered so that only Ianto could hear. "They're just jealous that I'm all yours and not theirs."
Ianto pulled back to look Jack nervously in the eye. "You're… mine?"
"Of course!" Jack realised Ianto was genuinely unsure, so kissed him again, much more gently this time. "Don't ever doubt it Ianto." He whispered. "There're no-one else I'd rather be with."
Ianto placed his head back between Jack's neck and shoulder, smiling happily this time. "Ditto." He whispered, almost inaudibly. But Jack heard it, and it only made his smile widen.
A/N: Well, what 'cha think? Short but sweet right?