Ianto entered the great room, and Jack met him, the Welshman's coat in hand.
"Here you are! Tosh is already ready to leave." Ianto shook his head.
"Our guests want coffee." He went to the kitchenette, starting a brew of coffee with a pouting Jack in the doorway.
"Do you really want me gone that badly, sir?" Ianto asked his voice neutral. Jack blushed.
"No, no it's just." Ianto poured the brew into each mug, adding sugar and cream to which ever mug was necessary, a cinnamon stick in Jack's.
"Just what?" Ianto asked, placing each mug on its tray.
"This." Jack said, snatching his mug and stirring the cinnamon stick.
"Cinnamon. Jack what does cinnamon have to do with anything?" The Archivist folded his arms across his chest and quirked an eyebrow at Jack.
The immortal sighed, running his hand through his hair. How could he word this without pissing Ianto off?
'You always do these things. Sweet, perfect things that drive me crazy, Ianto. You don't think anything of it. A special cinnamon stick in my coffee here, my favorite biscuits with lunch there. The way you move about the Hub with such grace and ease. Everything you do I find, frankly, extremely sexy." Jack paused, letting that Sink into Ianto, the blush that claimed the Welshman's cheeks was enough to let Jack know that he wasn't angry. The immortal stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist and pulling him close. Their faces were mere inches apart.
"I want you out of here so that way I can keep to your wishes of no sex until after our date." Ianto kissed Jack briefly before pulling away and grabbing the tray of coffee.
"I'll be out of your hair in ten." And he walked away, ears pink, and smile unfaltering. Jack watched him go, sipping his coffee and stirring it occasionally with the cinnamon stick.
"Sorry Olivia, your coffee has lost its tittle as the best in Cardiff."
Ianto backed into the interrogation room, coffee tray in hand. He shut the door with an elbow, turning around to see the two aliens with their beaks together tentacles intertwining. He spun back around, face crimson. It was no stretch of the imagination, despite the differences in anatomy, to decipher what the aliens were doing. He cleared his throat, trying not to think of what's going on, or what moment in his life this was reminiscent of. A gargling sound from behind him and the babbling sound that was there language rippled through the air. The translator on the tray sounded.
"Hello Ianto Jones, I see you discovered how we mate." Ianto's ears burned brighter, as he turned around guiltily.
"Ye yes. So-sorry about that. I b-brought your c-coffee." The Welshman stammered.
One of the aliens was that deep blue color, which Ianto had begun to associate as a blush.
"No need to be embarrassed human, we were only starting." Ianto blushed deeper, and the other alien said something untranslatable to its partner.
"Fine." The alien gesticulated at the mugs, its tentacle reaching out and grasping the handle. The other repeated the gesture, settling back with its mug. The both stuck a tentacle in the mug, each turning such a light shade of violet that Ianto stepped back slightly, afraid to have injured them.
"This liquid is-" And untranslatable gurgle. The other apparently carried the sentiment.
"Agreed. Tell me, human, will this liquid be where you are transporting us?" Ianto shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not. However, I could arrange to have some sent to you every now and then." Ianto said, in truth, as uncomfortable as the aliens made him, and the fact that Jack had detailed his love life to them, he found himself relating to them.
"That would be splendid!" They both nodded their eye stalks towards the Welshman. Suddenly Ianto's phone rang. Jack.
"Ianto that was UNIT. They can't get a transport out here until tomorrow. Our guests will be staying here tonight." Ianto bit his lip, glancing anxiously at the creatures.
"So, do you want to postpone tonight? I wouldn't hold it-"
"NO!" Jack screamed into the phone and Ianto smiled softly, the man really is insatiable.
"No, Owen can watch over them for the night. He doesn't sleep anyway." Owen in the background shouting something along the lines of 'Even dead men have lives!' at Jack, and Jack shouting back 'It's either you or Tosh, cause Ianto and I are gone unless it's an ABSOLUTE emergency.' Ianto smiled, deciding to toy with Jack.
"And what, sir, makes you think that we will be gone all night?" In his office, Jack's face fell. He was so pretentious! Thinking that Ianto would sleep with him right out of the gate.
"Oh, Ianto I am so sorry I wasn't thinking." Ianto stopped. Jack sounded so hurt. Too soon, then, to tease his lover.
"Jack, it's ok. Wow me tonight and I may make Owen handle UNIT all day tomorrow." It was an empty comment, but the Archivist knew the effect that it would have on the Immortal.
"So, I'll inform our guests of the delay, and then I'm gone. See you at 6:30." Ianto said hanging up, before drawing a deep breath and turning to the aliens.
"I regret to inform you that there will be a delay in your departure. I also will be taking me leave; I have a date this evening."
The aliens shared what appeared to be a knowing glance with each other.
"My colleague, Owen, will be taking care of anything that you may need until tomorrow." Ianto left the room with a final reassuring smile at the aliens.
Owen met him at the door.
"Give them whatever they want within reason; I don't want to risk angering them." Ianto put a hand on Owen's shoulder. "And thank you for taking care of Hart. I appreciate that." Owen nodded.
"You're welcome Tea-boy, though next time give a dead man a warning before you go snogging your kidnapper eh? Jack was about jump you through the window, and hell even Tosh was flustered." Ianto blushed, but couldn't resist the temptation of taunting the dead man.
"If you think that was hot, you should see this other captain I know. Now he really would have you all hot and bothered, if you had any blood circulation." The dead man balked before trying to smack the already fleeing Welshman.
"Bloody Tea-boy."