Chapter 5!
ENJOY!
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Let it not be said that Ianto Jones was a slouch on the dance floor. Even in silver pumps and a fringe dress, the man had moves. Amaria watched him, a little jealous that she wasn't joining them. She never gave a flying flip before, if she was good or not. The club had music playing and a space to dance, she was on that floor. Now she had to hold back, she tended to have stability issues and she really didn't feel like face planting, in a crowd of people.
Twirling the straw around in her drink, she sighed as she remembered how good it felt when Ianto had held her close. When was the last time she'd been hugged like that? Not paying attention, she startled when her new friend, stepped up behind her and draped his arms over her shoulders. "Come dance Amaria."
"Don't dance."
"Pfft, everybody dances." Ianto replied.
"Ok, literally, physically, can't dance." Amaria muttered, suddenly wishing for the seclusion of her hotel room.
"Why not? A little stilted, but you're moving around ok." He tried, hugging her shoulders.
"I may be walking alright, but I still have… balance issues…The floor is in love with my face." Amaria snorted not thinking how the analogy would sound, trying not to lean back into him or notice the fact he wore one of her favorite brands of cologne.
"I won't let you fall." Ianto promised in a quiet murmur. Nuzzling her neck then leaning his chin on her head with a happy hum. "Pleeeaassee?"
"Out of sheer curiosity, on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being shitfaced. Just how drunk are you?" She laughed as he started snuffling her hair.
"Ummm 15?"
"Uh huh, just as I thought."
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Somehow he'd managed to get her out on the floor with them. She was so happy to be there, she even danced for a song or two with John. It had been awhile since she'd gone to any sort of club and it really felt good to be there. She didn't know how long they'd been out there. She was doing pretty well, dancing in front of Ianto. Holding onto his shoulder when she felt unsteady. Her life had a hiccup, as it always does, when it seemed to be going well. She stepped wrong, but instead of falling, she merely leaned back into a strong, warm body and steadying hands.
"Gotcha." Jack winked as he steadied her.
Before she knew it, the Captain was pulling her close and his husband merely adjusted his stance to compensate. Not to be outdone, she didn't protest or even make a noise of alarm. Without batting an eyelash, she pulled out moves she hadn't used since college. Silently daring the men to keep up and they did. Oh boy howdy, they did! Jack's hands rested on her thighs. Half on her shorts, but his fingertips, were like a searing fire where they met her smooth skin. Ianto meanwhile was crowding her with his hands on her waist. Their cologne's complimented each other and she felt buzzed, just from being cocooned in the smell's decadence.
She was pretty sure she didn't start it, but none of them stopped either. One second her friend was dancing close the next he was leaning in and then he was full on kissing her. She tensed for like a second, then melted into his lips. Ianto's tongue slipped past her lips and he tasted like a strange mix of beer and coffee. Amaria found she liked it. The connection wasn't short, but it wasn't long either and before she knew it, he was breaking it, to whisper his delight in her ear. Then she was blushing, as Jack then leaned over her, to kiss his husband.
Damn that's hot!
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They never discussed the kiss or the way they had danced. Not that they needed to. She was sure to get his number logged into her phone. Complete with a picture of him in that dress. Amaria got a lot of other pictures of the rest them and herself in their costumes, as well. It ended up being a great night and to think, she almost hadn't gone.
Ianto decided they were going to hang out the next day and if he had any idea how the night was about to end. He would have just invited her to spend the night, right then. As it was, she had left them to, and I quote, "Get this fucking brace off!"
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"She goes to smack you, I won't stop her." Jack chuckled.
"I just want to check on her Jack, she seemed really out of it." Ianto protested as they pulled into the parking lot.
"Well maybe cause you kissed her, slut." The older man grinned and his husband giggled.
"You liked it."
"Maybe I did, she seemed to like it too, but she still won't like us sneaking into her hotel room." Jack replied sagely as they parked.
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They walked quietly down the hall, Jack looking away as Ianto somehow got the lock on her door open. He was expecting noise of some kind, but there was none. Lights were on, clothes laid out on the bed, and yet Amaria was nowhere to be found. Then they heard it, running water. Ianto went to knock on the door to the loo, bathroom as she called it. He walked back to the living area of the suite. To give them privacy.
The young man knocked on the door, "Amaria?"
There was a yelp, a skid, a smack, and a splash. Then nothing… except running water.
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OOOOHHH evil cliff!