Goodnight Sweetheart 30/?
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missthingsplaceTitle: Goodnight Sweetheart
Author: ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Ianto/Lisa Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Toshiko, Andy/Donna
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: When Ianto lost his job he knew it was the oppotunity he'd been waiting for but nothing could have prepared him for what was to come when he leased the premises for his new enterprise.
Warnings: Slash, fluff, romance, angst, humour, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: NC17 for series
A/N: Sorry, had no internet connection for a couple of days ...
The following day Ianto spent as much time with Jack as possible, they met in the pub first and chatted with Donna for a while. Ianto told Jack that during his next visit he need to get some more items that they had seen at the department store because it being Sunday all the shops were shut.
They found a café for lunch, sitting opposite each other at the table and looking like nothing more than two colleagues, friends having a meal together. Both of them finding it hard not to reach over to touch hands or give a look that might create suspicion.
They lingered a while after eating, drinking two cups of rather substandard coffee – which Ianto should have expected – before heading back out into the cold. The snow had completely vanished now but the wind had turned bitter and wrapping their coats tightly around themselves they hurried along the streets to find themselves outside the house where Ianto was lodging.
“Are you coming in?” Ianto asked Jack hopefully.
“Do you think your landlady will thing it odd?” Jack answered the younger man's question with his own.
“Nope, if she asks I shall just say we need to finish the work we started yesterday,” Ianto replied with a shrug of his shoulder and getting his door key out of his pocket, desperate to get out of the bitter cold.
Jack just gave the younger man a nod and followed him into the house, the warmth coming from the coal fire in the living room spreading through the house enough to take the chill off and Ianto called out to Mrs King.
“Mrs King, are you home?”
“I'm in the kitchen, would you like a cup of tea?” She asked, appearing at the door and spotting Jack. “And one for you Captain?”
“That would be great, thank you,” Ianto answered for both of them, looking forward to the heat of the tea to help him thaw out.
“You to go and make yourselves comfortable in the living room, get warm by the fire and I'll bring them in shortly,” Mrs King said, flapping her arms at them in a motion that indicated they should hurry along and then disappeared back into the kitchen.
“I think she has a soft spot for you,” Jack smiled, entering the living room with Ianto and taking a seat by the fire.
“She barely knows me,” Ianto chuckled back, settling in the other chair and like Jack, rubbing his hands in the warmth the fire was giving off.
“I bet you could wrap her around your little finger if you wanted,” Jack said, his smile widening into a grin. “especially if you keep bestowing gifts of bananas on her.”
“It never hurts to make your landlady your friend,” Ianto said, winking at the Captain and then looking around when the unmistakable sound of tea cups on a tray came from the doorway and Mrs King entered the room.
“More work to do gentlemen?” She asked politely, lifting the tea pot and pouring the dark liquid into the two cups on the tray.
“I'm afraid so,” Ianto told her with a put-upon sigh.
“And on a Sunday too, what is the world coming to?” She added, tutting softly at the end of the sentence.
“I know Mrs King, but we all have to make sacrifices at this time,” Ianto said softly.
“Hmm, you're right son,” she conceded. “now, I've just finished baking a cake, would you both like to partake of a slice?”
“Is that what that lovely aroma is?” Jack said, speaking up. “I'd love a slice.”
“That would be lovely,” Ianto added politely.
Mrs King gave them a smile and hurried from the room, returning shortly with two tea plates upon which were slices of a Victoria Sponge cake with a small layer of jam in the middle and handed one each to her two guests.
“I've been saving my rations,” she said proudly. “and Mrs Jackson next door gave me a jar of home made jam that her cousin, who was visiting from the county down in Kent had given her.”
“Delicious,” Jack said through a mouthful of cake, swallowed and then apologised for speaking with his mouthful. “I'm sorry, my manners have a lot to answer for.”
“It really is the best sponge cake I've had in years,” Ianto put in before taking another bite.
Mrs King blushed a little. “I love to bake but alas the ingredients are hard to come by now, as you know.”
“I think I might be able to help you out there,” Ianto told her, pressing his fingers to the crumbs on his plate, not wanting to miss a single one. “if you're going to promise to keep feeding me your amazing cakes?”
“Really?” Mrs King asked in surprise. “flour? And butter? Sugar?”
“And real eggs,” Ianto finished for her with a grin.
“But how? Where from?” Mrs King gasped.
“I have contacts, just promise me you'll keep this to yourself?” Ianto asked, becoming more serious.
“I promise, oh my!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I won't tell a soul.”
“The I shall see what I can do,” Ianto told her, tapping the side of his nose with a finger, indicating the secretive nature of what he had promised.
“I think that deserves another slice of cake,” Mrs King said, grabbing their plates and leaving the room again.
“Can you trust her?” Jack asked him when she was out of earshot.
“I think so,” Ianto replied. “I think she knows a good thing when she hears it.”
“You need to be careful Ianto,” Jack said seriously. “wherever you're getting this stuff, can you be sure it's not black market?”
“I know it's not,” Ianto assured him. “it's all completely legitimate.”
Mrs King then bustled back in with more cake and handed it to them.
“I'm going to have tea with a friend, I'll be gone from a few hours,” she informed them. “please feel free to stay in this room in the warm to conduct your work, that room of yours is rather chilly at this time of year, as you must have noticed.”
“I was wondering if you had a hot water bottle I could borrow tonight?” Ianto asked.
“I'm sure there's a spare one somewhere, I'll locate it for you when I return later,” she replied. “have you eaten?”
“We had lunch,” Ianto answered. “and your lovely cake.”
“If you get hungry there bread and the makings of sandwiches in the kitchen,” she told them. “I must be going or I'll be late.”
“That you Mrs King and have a good time with your friend,” Ianto told her, the woman hurrying off out the room again and a few minutes later they heard the front door close as she left.
“A few hours to ourselves in the warm,” Jack smiled. “whatever shall we do with ourselves?”
“I'm sure we can think of something,” Ianto smiled back and pushed the last bit of his cake into his mouth.
TBC
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Date: 2011-02-04 12:23 am (UTC)2 hours alone with a dashing hero Captain?
A warm fire...
Whatever shall we do?
Please describe in nauseating detail exactly what I really really want them to do!
I so love this story *hugs tight*
D xxx
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Date: 2011-02-06 10:18 am (UTC)Great update.
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