Fffc Bingo Card - Plus one
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Title: Plus one
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Bingo Card Prompt 39 - Wedding at fffc
Summary: Jack is enjoying having Ianto as his plus one.
Jack beamed at his lover as he took his hand and led him down the aisle. He leaned sideways so that he could whisper in Ianto's ear. ‘You look absolutely gorgeous, have I told you that already?’
Ianto couldn't help but blush at the statement, even if Jack had already said it three times this morning. 'You have, but it never hurts to hear you say it again.’
Jack paused halfway down the aisle and turned Ianto to face him, fingering the silvery silk tie that Jack himself had selected from an extensive wardrobe of choices. It was unlike Ianto to be so indecisive about his own attire, but Jack had assured him that some colors were more auspicious than others, and though he'd never worn a lavender shirt before, it somehow worked. Coupled with the deep charcoal suit and silver vest, Ianto wondered why he'd never tried the combination before.
Jack leaned forward and was about to snaffle a kiss from him before he pressed his palms against Jack's own deep purple shirt. Shades of purple were the order of the day. Ianto's palms kept Jack at the requisite three inches distant. ‘No kissing in the aisle,’ he reminded Jack. ‘That much I know would be very inauspicious.’
Jack groaned theatrically and smiled. ‘What about after the wedding is over?’
Ianto made a point of pausing to think it over. ‘I suppose that's allowed. I mean, I'm guessing of course. You seem to be the one with all the protocols about alien weddings. I'm following your lead.’ And he was. The last thing he wanted was to make an intergalactic faux pas at someone else's wedding. How the happy couple had ever found Jack's location on Earth to enable them to deliver the invitation was beyond comprehension. Of course Jack had said yes. He loved weddings of all kinds and it was unconscionable that he shouldn't have Ianto along as his plus one.
‘I think it's very much allowed,’ Jack finally replied, tugging him back down the aisle to find them good seats. ‘And dancing. Lots and lots of dancing.’
‘Lucky I'm wearing my comfy dress shoes, then.’
Jack settled into a curved pod that passed for a seat and Ianto settled down into the one next to it. Some kind of magnetic force within the seat itself bolted the two of them together so that Ianto's knee was pressed against Jack's.
‘Do they all do that?’ He was a little worried whose other knee he might have to press against.
‘They're love seats. They only do that for couples. Or, people who should be together but aren't yet. Saves all the awkward icebreaker moments and stilted conversations.’
‘Oh. And they know this how?’
Jack shrugged. ‘No idea, but they work. A lot of people who meet at weddings end up married afterwards.’
Ianto frowned a little. ‘Where I come from it would be considered poor form to pick up at a wedding.’
‘Yeah, but Earth is a funny little place. You'd seriously let the love of your life slip through your fingers on account of a little unspoken rule?’ Jack stopped and studied him a moment. ‘Everything okay? You seem a little nervous all of a sudden.’
Ianto pressed his hands between his thighs to stop them from fidgeting. ‘It's just what you said, about people meant to be together. We've never been to a wedding together before.’
‘Sure we have. We went to Gwen's.’
‘We weren't exactly a couple.’
Jack nudged him. ‘No? Is that why you had to steal me away from Gwen on the dance floor?’ ‘I didn't steal. I was merely taking the opportunity to have a dance to a slower song. Rhys' mate didn't have a lot of them on his playlist before he expired.’
Jack couldn't wipe the smirk from his face. ‘Oh, so that's it, is it? Ianto Jones just can't help but get all soppy over a slow love song?’
Ianto huffed loudly. ‘I was not soppy! I was cool, calm, collected…’
‘Desperate to have me all to yourself,’ Jack finished for him.
‘Gwen made her choice. She doesn't get you on the side. Not even on her wedding day. In fact, especially not on her wedding day.’ He folded his arms and made a point of looking in the other direction, watching as the remaining guests began to fill the room ahead of the big ceremony. As humans, they were vastly outnumbered by the other species in attendance. Ianto watched as a good many of the curved chairs clicked into place, assigning couples whether they'd arrived together or not. Some giggled and smiled at one another, clearly meeting for the first time. Others laced their hands, or other appendages, together, love already shining in their eyes. He couldn't deny that this was far more romantic than any wedding he'd ever been to, and there were a lot of shades of mauve and purple, confirming Jack's earlier statement.
Jack’s hand began stroking his leg. ‘What's going on in that head of yours?’
‘You're immortal. I'm not. I don't think these chairs have figured that out yet.’ Their time together was going to be limited. It definitely wasn't going to end in marriage. Only death and despair.
‘Or maybe you're the one who hasn't figured it out yet,’ Jack countered. ‘I love you. And I know you love me. And if not, we've got lots of time to resolve that.’ Jack smiled again. ‘Because these wedding ceremonies go for days.’
‘Days?’
‘Well, sure. Because usually after the happy couple say I do, there's a queue of guests lining up to do the same. Why waste a perfectly good wedding set-up? It's not a proper wedding unless at least twenty couples tie the knot. Maybe you and I could join them?’
Ianto let his hand slide over Jack's. ‘I don't think so.’ If he was ever going to exchange vows, he wanted the day to be all about them and nobody else.