"Jack. What are you doing?" Ianto questioned, uneasy about being on the side of the road in the middle of Cardiff.
"Do you trust me?" Jack asked earnestly, reaching into his pocket. Ianto quirked an eyebrow.
"The last time you asked me that, I ended up handcuffed to the railing of the HUB, half naked, covered in glitter body paint in the middle of a rift alarm." The immortal warmed at the memory.
"Oh, ha, yea." He shook himself. "I promise that this time you won't end up in compromising position." Ianto looked skeptical, as the Captain pulled out a glittering silver handkerchief, folded into a blindfold.
"You and blindfolds don't have the cleanest track record, sir." Ianto said, pulse racing slightly. Jack laughed.
"I just want this night to be a surprise." The immortal accentuated his words with a firm squeeze to his lover's hand. "So again, do you trust me?"
The Welshman considered this. Did he? Jack had trampeled his heart, embarrassed and humiliated him. Hell, The Captain killed his last girlfriend! Yet Ianto felt no malice towards Jack. For every time he had ever hurt him, the immortal had picked him up again. With a smile, he nodded.
"With my life, as bad of a decision as that may be." He flashed his own mischievous grin at Jack, who promptly leaned forward and kissed Ianto's forehead, tying the blindfold around his eyes.
"There, now, no peaking, and I'll drive quickly." Ianto tenderly stroked the velvety petals of the rose in his lap, anticipating whatever was around the next corner.