Romance lives

[amythest_n_ice]

Not mine. This is not likely to change any time soon.

 
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Ianto looked out over Cardiff from the roof of the Town Hall, all the buildings lit up against the darkness.

 

“Are you sure we have permission to come up here?” Ianto asked, hearing the soft scuff of a footstep behind him.

 

“Nope, didn’t ask. Never do.” Jack turned Ianto round to face him, and held out his hand.

 

“May I have this dance, Mr. Jones?”

 

“Dance? To what?” Ianto asked, still taking the offered hand. Jack pulled him against his chest, and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a couple of studs on his wrist comp.

 

He grinned at Ianto as the sound of one of his favorite songs, Moonlight Serenade, delicately filled the air, and adjusted his grip on Ianto.

 

“Dance with me, Ianto?” He asked again.

 

“Yes.” Ianto breathed, allowing Jack to lead him around the perimeter of the roof.

 

“What brought this on Jack?” Ianto asked, leaning into his lover.

 

“What, I can’t be romantic, once in a while?”

 

“You can, but you very rarely do.” Ianto pointed out without rancor.

 

“If I tell you, you can’t tell the others, and you don’t make a record of it,” Jack said.

 

“OK.”

 

“It’s my 300^th Birthday,” He told Ianto, blushing softly.

 

“Happy Birthday. You don’t look a day over 35.” Ianto said, leaning in to kiss him gently.

 

Jack led his dance partner around the dome atop the town hall, and guided him to sit on a blanket with a picnic basket set in the middle.

 

“A picnic?” Ianto asked.

 

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. You’re not too cold?” Jack asked pulling out a bottle of wine.

 

“I can’t think of anything I would rather do more than have a picnic with you on top of the town hall.” Ianto leaned in to kiss him again, then helped him pull the food from the basket.

 

“Jack Harkness. You are the most amazing man I have ever met.” Ianto told him, carding his fingers through soft, dark hair.

 

“Good, because I was just thinking the same about you.” Jack said, capturing Ianto’s hand and kissing the back of his knuckles.

 

“You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I hope you’re around for a lot longer.”

 

“That is the plan.” Ianto told him, pulling him down on top of him and worming his hand through the layers of cloth separating him from Jack’s skin.

 

“Make love to me.”

 

“Here?” Jack asked, surprised.

 

“Here, now.” Ianto confirmed.

 

Jack grinned and kissed him deeply, both of them ignoring the rest of the world.

 

The End