Authors Note: I am going to go ahead with my idea of making Ianto an Empath. Tell me what you think.
The second course came before Jack had found topic to as Ianto about.
"So, Ianto, when were you planning on telling me that you were an Empath?" Ianto choked on the bit of pepper that he had been eating. coughing slightly before swallowing.
"What do you mean?" Jack grinned.
"I can't think of any other reason for your talking to me from the other side of the house without anyone else hearing." Ianto paled.
"You heard that." Jack chuckled.
"Well yea. You were talking to me, weren't you?" Ianto shook his head, confused.
"Only answering things I heard you say, crystal clear, in my head." Jack's brow furrowed.
"So you haven't done this before?" Ianto shook his head.
"No, I mean they tested me at Torchwood London, but I failed. I just assumed that I was good at reading people. But this, this is really off." Jack grinned broader.
"So you didn't feel this with a certain other captain?" Ianto shook his head, his hand resting on top of the immortals.
"Jack, there was never anything between him and I. Especially no weird Empathic link that seems to have formed here." he pointed At Jack.
"That kiss said differently." Ianto smiled.
"That kiss had two purposes. A goodbye for Hart" Ianto's vice deepened seductively. "And a show for you." Jack's throat went dry, he remembered his reaction to seeing Ianto kiss John was not one of jealousy, but pure arousal.
"It served that purpose well, believe me." Jack's suddenly hoarse tone made Ianto smiled.
Gertrude and Olivia watched from the hedges, wrapped up in each other's arms. They couldn't hear what was being said, only the reactions that showed on their faces.
"Look at them Olive, so much in love with each other. You can see the sparks fly off of them." The elderly woman snuggled into her wife.
"That, and the fact that the longer the meal goes on, the closer they seem to get to each other." They both giggled quietly.
"Ready for the main dish?"
"Lady and the tramp. We are hopeless romantics aren't we?" The two woman sunk back into the kitchen retrieving the trays of pasta, and the bottle of wine. This evening would be memorable for both men, they would make sure of that.