10

Ianto stood in a pale blue suit, the softest powder blue with a white shirt and a bold blue tie. His hair was slicked at the sides and peaked like a rooster's comb and Jack and never seen him so edible before, pausing as he started from the house in his own matching suit. Not white but almost.

Ianto had a waistcoat of periwinkle blue mind, Jack had a cummerbund.

Everyone was hushed, watching them as Mica skipped ahead of them throwing rose petals that were white and palest yellow like her dress and she was sure she was the Rose Queen. She had a little tiara too, stopping to curtsey to people now and then as they tittered.

The vows were simple, they had agreed on that too. They sang them, their voices soft and harmonizing as they sang of hope, love and happiness. It was simple, quick and the rings were quickly shoved on as Jack started to move from foot to foot.

"It's OK, he doesn't need the loo. He needs the kiss" Ianto drolled loudly as everyone giggled.

So they kissed.

Ianto was relieved that Mother Dearest did not arrive full of fire and brimstone, knowing the aftermath was going to be bad enough when she realized she had been played. And Rose, off to one side with a dower expression but at least she seemed to be behaving. But still… Ianto felt uneasy about that. But she was Jack's only sibling left, how could he deny her presence?

The cake was cut and they were about to set up for the dancing as everyone enjoyed the buffet style food when the screeching started. Oh. Joy. Mummy did make it after all. Rose now triumphant as she stood defiantly by her mother. Ah. Turncoat had called her with the address had she? Ianto considered options and did what he always knew he would do when he had already won.

Ianto took the nearest exit, walking calmly from the chaos toward the room he had changed in as Mother Dearest attacked flower arrangements, people standing there with their mouths open while Rose tried to reason with her.

Ianto calmly changed from the wedding garb into his more comfortable clothing, pausing as something crashed and he felt the giggling start as Jack's roars started followed by Franklin's. Oh man. It was like Armageddon down there and he hoped the wedding photographer was getting some good shots.

Then came the splash as the silly old bitch threw herself fin the pool while screaming that they were trying to kill her. The fact no one had even touched her bat her daughter trying to stop her would be proven by the CCTV and he was glad Jack had chosen this even space, had paid for it and was right now assuring the manager that they would pay for any damages.

Ianto walked back down and picked up a cupcake, slowly unwrapping it in the crowd as he watched Herself get out of the pool and scream like a wild thing, crouched over and dripping. Like some sort of hag. He turned away to eat do he didn't'choke with mirth. Would not do to let her win like that.

Ianto then tined back to watch as they chased her around the pool, like trying to catch a child late for bedtime. OK. Giggling now. Ianto choked a little, some champagne helped that.

Then he was done, over it. His Mamaw now had hold of the crazy bitch's hair and it had come off. A wig. Christ, Ianto needed the loo.

Ianto waited upstairs until the sound of sirens and then watched out the window as she was hauled away, Tyrone trying to hold their mother back as she spat and heaved like a wild animal. So cute. What a bloody nutta.

Jack arrived in the doorway, concerned as Ianto had tears rolling down his cheeks with mirth. Might look like weeping I guess "Are you OK?"

"Just a little too much" Ianto sighed, sitting on the bd "I needed to distance myself from too much noise and bullshit."

"Sorry. Dad is ropable too. Apparently he was still giving her a bit of money. That's done with now. Man... she shit the bed" Jack sat next to him. "Where's the champers?"

Ianto lifted the bottle he had been holding down by his leg and they both sniggered as they took sups from it.

"We could just lock the door… no one seems to have noticed us gone" Ianto pointed out, his voice a little lushed "some… consummation might be the go."

"Right." Jack rose and headed to the door, clicking it shut before turning to face the bed. "Now? Ya ready for this?"

"What do you mean.,. now. You know what now. Strip bitch!" Ianto said, the bottle of champers swinging wildly as Ianto gestured then giggled, taking another sip before rising to place the bottle on the Dutchess "I wanna see whatcha got on under there."

Jack was about to ask why, then caught up to the wording. "Oh? And… what have YOU got on under THERE!"

"Come on… piece for piece" Ianto said, sliding off his jacket and Jack following. Then came the tie… the shirt… Jack's white t-shirt straining as he took deep breaths, looking on the palest blue bra he had ever seen.

Ianto then grinned in a maniacal way "Shoes?"

"Pants?"

"Nah. Shoes!" Into was determined to be mean, the little pale blue knickers would be saved for the last reveal as Jack groaned with anticipation.

Outside the music started to play again, the party ramped back up with Tyron on the DJ duties. In the bedroom the music was sweeter still.

Right royally consummated too, ta muchly.

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Ianto stood staring dispassionately at the wig floating in the pool, then he started to giggle as he watched it roll over to reveal the huge clip that had held it in the style he had decided on. Shit, were those diamonds?

Ianto fished out the wig and turned it over in his hand to examine the clasp, then frown. He knew this, he had seen this before. This was a Harkness Heirloom… hairloom? Still tipsy, this was amusing. He looked towards the house where Franklin and Jack were talking softly about the 'Beryl problem' and started for the house with the dripping wig. This was more important than the clean-up bull this place was about to slam them with.

Franklin had to see this.

Was this not one of the pieces from his family's safety deposit box?