Ianto was ecstatic. For once in his life everything was as he had desired. The man of his dreams sitting across from him on his dream date. Nothing but love pouring forth from him.
"The only thing that could have made it any better," he thought, "was if jack asked to move in."
Jack straitened slightly in his chair, a soft smile creeping over his face. He wanted to speak, to let his Welshman know about his intention to ask that very question, but was interrupted by Gertrude's arrival. A silver domed platter filled her arms, while Olivia materialized and replaced the Candelabra with a tea light. Rearranging the table so the singular tray could sit in the middle. Ianto gave Jack a quizzical look, and the other man simply shrugged. He was as confused as the Welshman. The trey lid was lifted with a polite "Bon Appetite" and a flourish of the elder woman's wrists. A single plate of spaghetti sat before them, and their mischievous hosts had vanished.
"Lady and the Tramp. These ladies really do know classic romance." Ianto quipped, nudging the Captains foot lightly.
"So am I the lady, or the Tramp." Jack asked, and Ianto rolled his eyes, swirling the spaghetti deftly onto his fork.
"Well, considering your personal life, I would say Tramp, but frankly, I don't fancy myself a lady." Jack's eyes darkened,
"No you definitely are not. However, you in a dress…" Ianto grimaced, imagining the images flickering through his lovers mind.
"You would have to get me either very drunk, or, you know what? Why am I even considering it?" He said exasperated.
"Because you know what it would do to me." Jack intoned, leering over the table. Ianto shook his head.
"When our relationship reaches the point where I have to dress in drag to get you to sleep with me, I feel like we would have other issues." Ianto swallowed a mouthful of spagetti, watching as Jack's grin faltered dangerously.
"Ianto, don't ever think that would ever force you to do anything you don't want to. No matter what." he had Ianto's hand pressed over his chest, and the Welshman's fork clattered to the table.
"Jack. I would do anything for you. If that means heels, than I guess I'll buy a pair." Jack laughed then, softly.
"You really would do it then?" Ianto turned pink, but nodded.
"Theoretically mind you. Don't go thinking that this is a promise." The immortal nodded, but kept his grin private. He released the Welshman's hand, the both of them continuing their shared meal. After two failed attempts on Jack's part for the shared noodle kiss, the Welshman gave in, letting the third noodle that joined their forks join their lips, then their tongues, the spices from the meal burning fire through their kiss. They parted, both sipping their waters generously, before bursting into laughter.
"There Jack. You had your romantic kiss of fire." Jack grinned broadly, gaining another eye roll from his lover. A giggling Gertrude came and took away their dinner trappings. Olivia set down two dishes, setting them on fire with an acetylene Torch. The two men clapped appreciatively, and the woman bowed, linking arms with her lover and walking out of the warm gazebo enclosure. Ianto dug his spoon into the delicious dish, savoring the sweet taste. Jack mimicked the motion, taking each movement excruciatingly slowly.
"Jack, stop." The Welshman laughed, and Jack licked another spoonful playfully. "I mean it sir." The immortal sighed, eating the next spoonful normally.
"Yan, you are no fun." Ianto quirked an eyebrow, swallowing another mouthful of his dish.
"I think you know full well how much fun I can be Sir." Jack froze, spoon halfway to his mouth, realizing exactly what his Welshman was entailing. The emotions pouring off the man were nearly enough or Jack to cancel the rest of his evening and take the young man to the first spare room.
"Ianto, I love you, but you really need to rein in those emotions. No wonder I never noticed your empathy before, we always act on it before it gets this far." The Welshman blushed.
"So your saying that I've been unwittingly seducing you with my apparent empathy this entire time?" Jack looked at his lover with horror filled eyes.
"No, Yan of course not, but." The Captain fidgeted with his napkin.
"But?" TH Welshman prodded, his hand rubbing soothing circles on the immortal's knuckles.
"The fact that it's only me that you've connected with, and no one else, has me thinking that maybe empathy isn't the right term." His lover nodded, finishing his dessert and leaning back leisurely, red suit straining against the muscles of his arms.
"You said that you're a mild telepath right?" Jack nodded. "Maybe we have formed some sort of, I don't know, bond maybe? A link?" Jack smiled.
"So what you're saying is that you can't get me out of your head." Ianto rolled his eyes but nodded.
"Yes Jack, that is, arguably, what I'm saying." Jack shrugged, sipping the rest of his wine.
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. I have sexy ass Welshman invading my thoughts anyway, may as well have him participate." Ianto chuckled.
"We'll figure this out later then, for now, let's enjoy ourselves."