Heaven And Hell 68/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Heaven And Hell - Sequel to One Week In Cardiff.
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto. Gwen. new team members.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Summary: Set after series 2. 
Spoilers: None.
Rating: pg13

Fourth connected series, links for the three previous series can be found in my Fic Master List  with a complete list of all my fics and are in the following order:

Mother's Day
Celebrations
One Week In Cardiff

A/N  Morning of January 30th, 8 days before Civil Partnership. This series will end just after the CP, sequel to follow as mentioned in A/N of chapter 60. 


When Ianto awoke the first thing he as aware of was the longing between his legs, but as Jack had predicted it was feeling more like a normal morning longing for Jack than the antidote fuelled ones of the last, Ianto glanced at the alarm clock, twelve hours.

The second thing he became aware of was that he was alone in bed, he was about to go and find Jack when he spotted the not on the pillow next to him. He read it through, sighed and put it back where he found it, curling under the covers again, intending to try and get some more sleep.

Ianto closed his eyes but as soon as he did his mind flooded with images of Jack, he wanted Jack back in bed beside him. Ianto hated waking up alone now, they had been sharing a bed for so long it seemed natural for Jack to be there when he woke.

He knew Jack still didn't sleep much but by being in bed with him while he slept as least he got some rest. He smiled to himself, he also knew how much Jack liked to watch him as he slept, that he loved how peaceful he looked.

Ianto fidgeted under the bedclothes, he knew there was no way he was going to sleep again yet. The thoughts of Jack in his head combined with the ache between his legs were seeing to that. He climbed out of bed, went to the kitchen and made himself some coffee.

Cleaning, that's what he would do, it would take his mid off of everything. Not too much though, or Jack would go spare, he was meant to be resting and he didn't want to exhaust himself again. But the flat hadn't been tidied, let alone cleaned since Ben had been there and his fingers were itching to do it.

Ianto drained the last of his coffee and filled the dishwasher with the few items that needed washing, then gave the kitchen a quick wipe over with a cloth, that would do for now. He tided up the living room, just straightening cushions and taking the dirty wine glasses out to the dishwasher.

He thought he'd put some laundry on while he was at it, collecting the dirty clothes from the bathroom hamper he put the washing machine on. The flat was far from perfect but he felt happier, maybe he'd be able to get some sleep again how.

Ianto got back into bed, closed his eyes and tried to sleep once more. He done nothing more than manage to doze for an hour or so, his mind was determined to keep him awake. On the plus side he had been thinking about their forthcoming wedding, he was a little nervous, not because of the actual getting married to Jack, but the thought of being one of the main focus' of attention for a whole day.

Stood up there in front of all those people, even if they were all family and friends was something that was sending little shivers of panic through him already, but he knew it wasn't going to stop him being there, pledging himself to Jack. There was nothing that was going to stop that, rift or no rift.

Every single detail was planned, at some point he had realised he hadn't arranged a cake, but a quick call to his mum had solved that, he knew she was capable of producing one fit for the occasion and she was only too willing to oblige, he told her he would love whatever she came up with and that the colour scheme for the wedding was red and white.

He gave a silent prayer that he would be completely well again by then, it was only eight days away. Jack had assured him that he would be fine in a couple of days, he hoped it was true. He didn't want to be falling asleep on his feet during the ceremony or, he smiled to himself, trying to hump Jack's leg in front of all his family and friends.

They had decided to write their own vows, being a Civil Partnership it wasn't something required to have them at all, but they wanted it to be as much like an actual wedding as possible. Ianto hadn't even started to try and write them yet and he was pretty sure Jack hadn't either. They would have to start on them soon.

If someone had told him a few years ago he'd be committing his life to another man he would have thought they were mad, there was a time when he was sure he was going to marry Lisa, big white wedding, honeymoon somewhere hot and romantic and kids, the whole deal.

He had loved her, with all his heart, but his feelings from Jack were even stronger, something he never thought possible when Lisa left his life. He thought he'd never love again, let alone be in the position he was now. He wished the word forever could mean the same for him as it did for Jack, but that wasn't possible.

A small niggling thought tried to push into his thoughts, of how he would get old and die and Jack would barely change, would Jack still love him when he was starting to get old and grey? No, he pushed the thought to the back of his mind, nothing was going to ruin his happiness of his thoughts.

More pleasant questions came to mind, should they have stag nights? If so should they have separate ones or a joint one? Should they not spend the night before the wedding together, like was traditional for a bride and groom? Ianto laughed to himself, now he was being daft and anyway, where would Jack spent the night, there was no way Jack was going to spend the eve of their wedding in the hub.

Their suits were freshly dry cleaned and hanging in the wardrobe alone with new shirts, Jack's a blue that matched his eyes perfectly and his own a deep red and ties to match them. Every time Ianto opened the wardrobe and saw them there he couldn't help but smile to himself. Yes, it was going to be the happiest day of his life, come hell or high water.

Ianto was becoming very aware of the ache between his legs, as the morning wore on it was gradually getting more and more urgent. It was nearly three hours since he had woken now and he was hoping that Jack would be home again soon.

After another half an hour, where Ianto had tried unsuccessfully to read a book he decided to give up and get up. He stripped the bed and remade it, placing the dirty bed clothes in the bathroom hamper, till he emptied the washing machine and moved the contents to the dryer.

He turn on the shower and headed back to the bedroom while he waited for the water to heat, finding Jack's dressing gown on the floor where it had fallen from the bed he picked it up to hang back up in the bathroom on the hook behind the door.

Closing the bathroom door behind him, before hanging it on the hook he held it to his face and breathed in the lingering scent of Jack. That wonderful, natural, glorious smell or Jack's. Ianto felt a tingle flow through his body and head straight for his crotch.

The ache between his legs now increased by what seemed like a million times, Ianto's legs felt like jelly as the feeling of lust started to overtake him once more. The last thought that passed through his mind, just before he climbed under the shower was 'Those bloody pheromones, Jack better be home soon'.

TBC