Ianto/Jacque fic.
Part 2.
You follow Ianto down corridors and through quite a few hallways, fingers laced as he leads you. "I've made this special for you. Figured that this way you can at least get some studying done whenever things get a bit slow. That way you won't start accidentally firing guns at walls again." He smirks, referencing the last time you were put in charge, one of the least eventful months to date. The worst part of that one was missing one of the conventions you'd been saving all year to go to.
"Yeah," you just reply with a smirk of your own, "Wouldn't want that to happen. Though I don't think it's likely with you around." You see the faintest of blushes from him as he smiles, stopping and opening a door with a cough.
"Well," he says, "Here we are, then." When you look inside, you see a giant library with a crimson and onyx color scheme. The chairs are all incredibly plush and either stationed around a table and in front of a cabinet or around a circular fireplace. "That's actually what started the little desktop fires you see in certain high-end magazines," he says, pointing to said fireplace. "And they're all first editions."
"What!" you ask, dumbfounded, "They're..."
"All first editions," he finishes for you with a smile. "I know a guy who owes me a few favors."
It's your turn to blush as you suddenly go shy, something you often have to work against, especially with Ianto. So you end up just hugging him, whispering a soft thank you before pulling back to smile sheepishly at him.
The moment you share is over quickly, though, as you practically run to start looking through the onyx - actual, stone onyx - bookshelves, squeeing over seeing your favorite titles there. "The entire Harry Potter series!" you say, calling out whatever you see.
"All signed," you hear behind you, Ianto now leaning against the doorway, just smiling and watching you. "J.K. owed us a favor, too."
"Signed... Signed, first edition Harry Potter books..." Then you notice the entire section devoted to complete sets of your favorite series'. Only after you stop bouncing from excitement do you notice the set of old books placed center stage, having an entire, velvet lined shelf to themselves with special bookends. The complete set of Sherlock Holmes stories, in the correct order, all first editions.
"I was wondering when you'd get to that." This time his voice is directly behind you and you turn to see Ianto with his hands in his pockets, just smiling at you.
However, you are a bit passed words. It's /Sherlock Holmes/. Instead of even attempting to find the words, you end up just pulling him into one hell of a kiss. It's only a moment or two later, when you hear a cough from the doorway, that you actually pull apart.
"Right, you two," Owen says, Gwen smirking and Tosh looking away and pretending not to have seen behind him, "Schedule's moved up a bit. Just got another mass attack on a police station. We're moving out."