"Maybe it wasn't a matter of things going wrong there, but here," Ianto suggested, and like most of his suggestions, Jack could take what he wanted from it. "Suzie mentioned a battle going on. I suppose that ruins any ideas that the lack of the Rift will give us some peace. Especially if she's right about the vampires and demons..." No, really not the best moment to be thinking about that.
He drew in a breath when Jack depleted the last distance between them, feeling the movement in the air either side of his arms as they were brushed in passing. It made it that much harder to stay objective, and right then, he didn't feel like stepping away, not even for the small pleasure of making Jack take another step forward towards him. It had been more than a day for both of them, and against his better intentions, he finally raised his hands to edge them around Jack's clothed waist in response.
"Not half bad," he repeated, his mouth quirking slightly. "You've got to work for it if you want more than that." Of course, Ianto held no doubt whatsoever about the state of Jack's gorgeousness, and he knew that neither did the man himself. It was the sort of arrogance Ianto so abhorred in others, except that was usually because most of them didn't come close to meeting their mental image of perfection. Jack, however, wasn't only able to meet that image in reality, he surpassed it. Which, to Ianto, always made it all the more entertaining to pretend he hadn't even noticed.
"I don't think that harassment quite covers it anymore. Instead, try, hm - taking advantage of a junior employee, inappropriate relations on company property," he continued, with the faintest spangle of mischief married with humour in his eyes.
But the amusement didn't last long as Ianto returned Jack's gaze directly, a hint of trepidation rising in him. The question asked was more than enough to hold his attention. Telling Jack about a future that he might or might not live through wasn't something to be taken lightly, although Ianto already felt that he would find out anyway, eventually. There would always be something about Jack that managed to draw out pieces of him.
"You almost did. Almost," he reiterated in a softer tone, "because the rogue Weevil we ended up chasing halfway through dinner wasn't planned. Neither was the hundred metre dash across the bay. I could have done without being the one who had to dive into the dock to fish it out, too. But then who else but you would have distracted the spectators who came to watch." He coasted his hands a little further around Jack's waist, soaking in the warmth and contact. "So my recollection of that date consists of a night spent with hellish indigestion and draining dirty water out of my shoes. Eventful, but not in the way we'd expected. Thankfully they got better after that," he added, watching intently to see how Jack took the confession that the first hadn't been the last.