"And by misplaced," Ianto said, raising an eyebrow, "you mean that you burned them, took the ashes back with you to Cardiff, and tossed them in the Bay." He gave Jack an innocent look. "You're forgetting, sir, that I know everything. Besides, it isn't as if we need the blueprints. I memorised them and could easily recreate them if need be." One of these days, Jack would remember just who he was dealing with. Until then, Ianto would just enjoy his advantage.
Shaking his head with a bemused smile, Ianto sighed. "Never happening, sir," he said. "You'll never talk me into photocopying any part of my anatomy or wearing anything involving a skirt." He let Jack distract him with the kiss, giving him ample evidence of his willingness to use his tongue when needed.
He couldn't help but keep looking down at the ring. Even though he didn't need anything like that to know Jack would always come back to him, the sentiment was appreciated. He knew the significance of their relationship, and he was confident in that, but it was nice to know Jack had no problems with other people knowing just how much they meant to one another.
Ianto pulled away from the kiss, short of breath and smiling dazedly. "I doubt it will be a common occurrence, Jack," he pointed out. "It's just...well...I mean...this...you...I wasn't expecting this. You took me a bit by surprise. Not that it's a bad thing...quite the opposite...just have to remind myself that this is real and I'm not hallucinating or anything." Oh god, he was babbling. That was worse than being at a loss for words. Bloody Jack and his romantic gestures. He smiled and kissed Jack again, because when he was kissing Jack, it was harder to make an idiot of himself. "I love you."