Fffc Bingo Card - Dinner date

[m_findlow]

Title: Dinner date 
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: none 
Author notes: Written for Bingo Card Prompt 79 - Style at fffc
Summary: Jack has a very special dinner in store. 

Ianto was surprised to come home and find Jack dressed in his best dinner suit. He knew they were having a quiet night in, but this was just strange. 

'What's all this?' he asked, already able to smell mouth-watering things happening in their kitchen. 

'Dinner,' Jack replied. 'Just the two of us.' 

'And your attire? Aren't you a little bit overdressed for dinner?' 

'You're going to be in DC for two months Ianto. Two months. A lot can happen in two months.' 

'Such as?' Ianto queried. What did Jack think was going to happen? That was going to meet someone and fall head over heels in love with them, leaving Jack far behind in cold, lonely Cardiff? 

'The world could end. That hasn't tried to happen for ages.' 

'And let's pray it stays that way. Besides, I'm not going for another two days.' 

'I know. But I also know how agitated you get when I mess up your routine when you're about to go somewhere.' 

'That is true,' he admitted. When he had a million things to do the last thing he needed was Jack wanting to do something else that messed up his systematic approach to ticking everything off his list. He did not need to end up at the airport without something as vital as his passport, all because he'd been busy amusing Jack. 

Jack smiled, knowing he'd won Ianto over with logic, which was his favourite way to win any argument with Ianto. 'Good. So go take a shower and get dressed,' Jack commanded him. 'I've already laid out everything on the bed, freshly pressed.' 

Ianto raised two eyebrows at him. 'Pressed as well? If I'd known this is what it took to get you to do the ironing, I'd go away more often.: 

Jack gave his backside a playful slap.' Go before I change my mind.' 

Ianto did as he was told. True to his word, his best dinner suit and shirt were waiting for him. All he had to do was pick out which cufflinks he wanted, opting for the expensive diamond ones Jack had bought him long ago but which he was always too scared to wear for fear of losing one. Since they weren't leaving home, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. He gave himself a look in the mirror and one final adjustment to his bow tie before returning to the kitchen. 

Jack had a glass of wine waiting there for him. He took it and sipped slowly, able to taste how expensive it was. 'You know, I would have been just as happy with a takeaway curry.' 

'I know,' Jack said, his apron covering his own dinner suit as he checked in something in the oven. Once satisfied, he untied the apron and joined Ianto with his own glass of wine. The table already had crusty bread and olives, which they say down to enjoy. 

Ianto knew Jack could cook well but even he was taken aback by the lavishness of the two courses that followed. If he hadn't seen Jack preparing it with his own eyes, he'd have said it had been delivered from a three hat restaurant. 

'I'm so full,' Ianto declared, leaning back a little in the chair and wishing he could just pop open the buttons on his waistcoat. 

'I hope not,' Jack replied. 'We've still got dessert yet. But that can wait a little while.' He stood up and reached out a hand to Ianto, not that he needed help getting up, even if he was full. 

Ianto was looking forward to just lounging on the couch in his dinner infused stupor, watching some mindless television until he thought he could squeeze in anything else. Jack's plans diverged from his expectations once more. Jack dimmed the lights and set the speakers on low, letting music filter around the room. He stepped up to Ianto and his hands assumed a dancing position. Ianto moved closer, mirroring his movements, and Jack began to slow dance them around the room. On another night Ianto might have laughed out loud at how inane Jack was being. This was so very much not his style at all. Jack was a romantic, yes, but wasn't particularly good at executing it. He could buy a dozen red roses but that was where it usually ended. He was hopeless at remembering birthdays or anniversaries and oftentimes oblivious to other people's feelings, buttonight was different. Tonight he'd been that sweep you off your feet dreamboat man that every girl fantasised about. It made him wish he didn't have to leave now, and maybe that was the whole point. 

They swayed for what felt like an eternity unto me Jack finally pulled away. 'Ready for next course?' 

Ianto imagined Jack's mind had moved on from food and that next course was him, but once again he was mistaken. Jack had deep glasses of chocolate mousse with strawberries, and a platter of cheese and fruit, served up with a coffee that even Ianto could be impressed by. He'd finally mastered their French press, with a crema that even Ianto could be slightly jealous of. 

'Okay, now I officially am full,' Ianto said afterwards, though accepting yet another glass of red wine. He wasn't tipsy yet, but he was close. It was the kind of night he wanted to go on drinking and see where it would lead. 

Jack removed his jacket and tie, loosening the top buttons as he eased back in his chair, drinking his wine as Ianto did the same, letting his bow tie hang loose around his collar. 'I'm glad we could have tonight. You know I'm going to miss you like crazy.' 

'I know. But we'll be okay. They have these things in Washington called phones.' 

'Har har. You know what I mean.' 

'I do. And all of this? It was really very sweet of you.' 

'Who knew I had it in me, huh?'

Ianto smiled and sipped his wine. 'I did.'