Title: We Will Always Have Torchwood
By: sqyd
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC 17
Prompt: Missing Scenes - Date Night - written for torchwood_reset
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just borrow them.
Word Count: 1695 - or thereabouts
Warning/Notes: Post KKBB, sort of sweet and fluffy, just a pinch of angst, and a sprinkle of pop cultural references.
Summary: Jack and Ianto go out on a date and predictable nakedness ensues.
Thanks rootesie for pointing out my atrocious mistakes.

Ianto Jones was a meticulous man who liked to keep lists. It should come as no surprise to anyone that he kept one of Jack's many expressions.

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"So, I pick you up at seven?" - Jack asked Ianto as the latter brought him his coffee.

"Sir?"

"Our date?" - He winked at him. - 'CJH Flirty, Level 1' - He knew that one well. It was good to know Jack didn't forget about their date, or pretend that he did.

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When they arrived at the restaurant - Cafe Bizou, French bistro - Ianto wondered if Jack was senile, sentimental, or just a creature of habit. They settled at an intimate booth in the back. Jack seemed to be in a frisky mood; he was sitting closer to Ianto than was necessary or practical if they were to actually eat - elbow room and all. He also kept looking at Ianto as if he was the main dish - not that Ianto minded. The pretty brunette waitress arrived with the menus, and a particularly cordial smile for Ianto.

"Hello Marcie." - He smiled back at her.

"Nice to see you again. It's been weeks." - She broadened the range of her smile to include them both. - "Would you like to hear about our specials?"

Ianto noticed Jack looking at him sideways while he and Marcie discussed the merits of roasted salmon with fennel and polenta. They opted to take a few more minutes to choose, but Jack ordered a bottle of red. His eyes followed Marcie walking away. - 'CJH Leer, Standard Issue'

"I didn't realize you were a regular here." - Jack sounded deliberately nonchalant. - "She likes you."

"I have a very likable face." - He retorted lips pursed.

Jack didn't argue with that, instead turned his attention to the menu. He ended up picking the Lamb Chops Provencal, and Ianto the salmon.

"Soo, how did you find this place?" - He started up again as their waitress left with their orders.

Ianto just stared at him for a few long seconds.

"Senile!" - He finally blurted out.

"What?!"

"I wondered if you were senile or sentimental."

"Huh?"

"You brought me here before, you know."

"I did?"

"Yeah, it was a week after the Bacon Beacons..."

"I wish you didn't call it that."

"Why? You told me once that I should face my demons."

"It's one thing facing them, another tucking them in bed."

"So, anyway, it was after the Beacons, and I think you wanted to cheer me up, or something, but suddenly you just dragged me here." Or something, most likely.

"Oh, I remember, there was a rift alarm, and we had to run minutes after we got here. So that makes you the sentimental one."

"I felt short-changed, I wanted try the food. It's great, by the way." - No he was not defensive, most definitely not.

"And kept coming back?"

"Did I mention the food was great?"

"And the waitress is pretty."

Ianto's lips quirked. - "If I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous."

Jack didn't quite scowl at him, but was close. He swiftly rearranged his expression. - 'CJH Lewd, Level 4' - Ianto knew this one quite well too.

"What do you say, we invite her..."

"No Jack, don't even think about it! I'd like to be able to come back here in the future." - His voice was stern, and his eyes pleading.

The food arrived. Jack managed to scarcely flirt with Marcie - who took it in good humor - and not say anything mortifying. They were eating in silence for a while, but silence had snowball's chance in a hot tub with Jack around.

"So I assume you didn't come here alone. Any pretty boys?"

Ianto had to struggled not to roll his eyes. - "No, no boys."

"Girls?"

"What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?"

"Nobody..."

"Shut it!"

The rest of the meal went by pleasantly. Jack helped himself to a portion of Ianto's fish, and insisted on feeding Ianto some of his lamb. Jack regaled him with highly improbable tales involving alien cuisine that somehow always ended up being about sex, and Ianto was forced to shush him. Though the more wine he drank, the less he shushed. Then when he least expected, Jack circled back to their earlier line of conversation.

"So girls then?" - He was waggling his eyebrows.

Ianto put down his glass, but still didn't roll his eyes.

"One girl."

"Oh." - The expression on Jack's face was hard to read, but it seemed vaguely confused. - Well, that's new.

Ianto gave up, this was too hard: He rolled his eyes.

"Jack, you are a pillock."

"Oh?"

"It was Tosh. And no, we didn't date or do... anything. We just both needed company sometimes. We could come here and talk about alien tech, the weather, whatever, and definitely not talk about Owen ignoring her, or you being gone. It was just being with someone who understands you without prying or judging or trying to hug you every five minutes. We both needed that."

"Shit. I'm sorry..."

"No. Don't! You already apologized. Once is enough. I didn't tell you this to make you feel guilty, or feel pity, but because here we are, and knowing you, you won't leave it alone. This is getting to be real downer. Can we get back to the part where you're trying to get into my pants?"

Jack guffawed. - "I can certainly do that." - 'CJH Lustful Grin #7' - small and intimate, one of his favorites. Jack scooted inappropriate close to Ianto, who did not object, though he was certain they would be thrown out before the night was over.

Fortunately they were interrupted by Marcie who was holding a small white plate - like it was the Holy Grail - on which rested a small mound of something unmistakably chocolaty, flanked by a large scoop of vanilla ice cream.

 "Le Petit Gateau." - She declared. - "On the house." - Her smile was warm and impish.

She placed on the table in front of them one plate of french lava cake and two spoons. She winked before gliding away.

"Oh, she really likes you!"

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They managed to get as far as the SUV before before giving up on all effort of self-restraint. Jack bodily pressed Ianto against the passenger side door. - 'Jack Horny, Level 11' - Yes, he went to 11.

"So, movie..." - Jack started. He couldn't actually finish, his lips being plastered on Ianto's.

"How about we go back to my place?" - Ianto gasped, as soon as he managed to shove Jack back enough to breathe and form a sentence.

"I wanted this to be a proper date." - Jack insisted, although he was nibbling at Ianto's neck a the time. Ianto wondered how Jack managed to make 'proper' sound so dirty.

"I have all sorts of DVDs at home. I don't want to be arrested at the movie theatre for lewd behavior."

"Spoilsport." -

"Jack, car, my flat, now!"

"Yes, sir."

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They never made it to the bedroom. They tumbled through the front door like a couple of hormone addled teenagers. Ianto managed to pull off Jack's coat and hang it on the rack, but the rest of their clothes littered the floor. - He had a fetish for that coat. - He loved to see Jack like this: happy, carefree, full of lust, and all his attention focused on him. He loved these moments when he could believe that Jack was his, and only his, and he was Jack's, and the whole of the universe was just the two of them.

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A good while later they were lying naked and sated on the sofa. It was far too narrow for the two of them and Ianto was mostly draped over Jack. Arms folded across Jack's chest he planted his chin on his own fists. He looked into Jack's face. He hesitated before speaking.

"Just for the record, there was nobody while you were gone."

"I didn't expect you to wait for me, you know. I didn't have the right."

"No, you didn't, but that's not the point. It would have been unfair - to the other person, to be with them, just to forget for a few minutes how fucking much I missed you."

Jack's absent minded fingers were rubbing gentle circles into Ianto's scalp.

"You know, all the time I was gone I was hoping that you would still want me when I got back."

"Honestly Jack, who wouldn't?"

"Most people would, but I never know with you."

Ianto snorted.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but it's physically impossible for me not to want you."

Jack laughed and kissed him.

**************

Ianto was standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through his DVDs.

"I can feel you staring at my arse, you know." - He commented without looking back.

"If you didn't want me stare at your arse you could have put some clothes on."

"Like that ever stopped you."

"Point."

"Didn't you once say that you had never seen Casablanca?"

"I don't watch movies about war times - they never get things right."

"Leave it to you to expect historical veracity from Hollywood." - He popped the disk out of the case and into the player. - "You'll like it, I promise. It's entirely incorrect, but has a happy ending."

"Any sex in it?"

"Lots of it, just not onscreen. You'll have to use your imagination."

They settled on the sofa, under a blanket and with a big bowl of popcorn. Ianto snuggled against Jack.

**************

"You lied to me. You said it had a happy ending."

"Sure it did! Bogie and Claude Rains walked off into the mist together." - He looked at Jack with pretend solemnity whilst laying a hand on Jack's deliciously naked thigh. - "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." - He batted his eyelashes for emphasis. - 'IJ Innocent v1.0'

"Oooof!"

Jack tackled him with gusto. Ianto was ticklish and Jack knew it.