Ianto and Jack sat for a moment in the car, still savoring each other's company. Jack turned in his seat, sincerity and hope filling his features.
"Ianto Jones, would you let me, what I want to ask is-" He swallowed, watching the mirth grow in the Welshman's eyes.
"Will you do me the honor of allowing me to move in with you?" The Welshman was floored. He sat there for a moment, processing what had just been asked of him, before Ianto throwing his arms around his lover, enveloping him in a warm embrace.
"Jack Harkness, are you going domestic on me?" He raise an eyebrow playfully.
"Is that ok with you?" Jack said, more than a little nervous.
"It's more than I could have ever asked for." Jack beamed. His smile brightening the dim interior of the SUV. Jack started the car, pulling out of the winding drive.
"So, how soon do you want to move in?" The Archivist inquired head pressed against the window.
"Oh, I don't know, tonight I plan on ravishing a gorgeous Welshman, tomorrow is more of the same. When Is most convenient for you?" Ianto laughed.
"Well you're coming home with me tonight your gorgeous Welshman be damned." Ianto quipped playfully, and Jack chuckled.
"Is that an order?" Jack asked feigning shock. Ianto smiled softly, turning to face the Captain.
"Well, Captain, if you truly do intend to move in with me, you are going to have to obey my rules." Jack quirked an eyebrow, glancing incredulously at this Welshman.
"And what rules are these, Yan?" The Welshman shrugged.
"Don't make a mess, unless it's in the heat of the moment. Don't touch my suits unless it's to get them off. Clean up after yourself. Use a coaster. And, no matter what, do not touch my coffee machine. Ever." Jack grinned. A few moments passed, neither one speaking.
"These rules I think I can follow, but I have a few of my own." The turned onto Ianto's, no their, street.
"Really?" Ianto said, a smile gracing his lips.
"Yea, it's just one rule really. No matter what happenes. You come home to me." Ianto blinked, not expecting such a blunt and permissive statement.
"Jack, who else would I come home to. You're the only man I've ever loved." Jack parked the car, stepping out and, rushing around to open the door for his lover.
"And I intend to keep it that way." They walked arm in arm to stoop, the Welshman completely ignoring the curtain twitching neighbors. He opened the door, expecting Jack to drag him into the bedroom and have his wicked way with him, but that wasn't the case. He simply surveyed the room, taking in every detail. From the immaculately kept book case to the black curtained windows that covered the back wall. This was his home now, officially, as if it hadn't been for the length of his relationship with Ianto.
"Jack? Are you ok?" Ianto could feel the swirl of emotions pouring off of his lover, and wondered at what exactly the other man was thinking. Yet he couldn't bring himself to peer into his mind.
"I'm fine Yan. More than fine. I'm moving in with the love of my life." Ianto wrapped his arms around the other man's neck.
"A lot less time in your cramped bunker then." Jack placed his hands on his lovers hips.
"You do realize that the majority of your things are already here anyway, don't you?" Jack looked confused.
"What do you mean." Ianto pulled away. Red suit coat and black tie making their way onto the back of a chair as he pointed out the various items in the room.
"Your movies are in my cabinet. Your CD's on my shelf. A scrap of black fabric poked from under a table. Ianto bent to pick them up. "Your underwear under my end tables." He made his way into the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned as he went.
"Your clothes in my dresser, you didn't get a drawer Jack, you managed to surreptitiously take over entire pieces of furniture." Jack blushed slightly, tie loosening as he watched Ianto's seemingly unconscious strip tease.
"Your toothbrush on my sink, your shirt tossed haphazardly at the hamper." Ianto stopped, his own shirt flung into the hamper.
"You can see why I wanted to stay with Tosh after our fight. You're everywhere in this place." Jack shook his head. He hadn't realized how easy it had been to assimilate his life with that of this Welshman.
"Yan, why have you not pointed this out before?" The archivist shrugged.
"You didn't want a relationship. You had made that point clear. I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think I was being pushy, forcing you to move in or anything." Ianto blushed again, the confession dredging up buried feelings of embarrassment. The Captain admired the rose colored stain spreading across the Welshman's chest, his ears, his cheeks.
"Yan really does look great in that color" Ianto smiled.
"Is that why you strive to embarrass me all the time?" Jack grinned, his eyes darkening slightly.