To that end, Jack was quite glad. Of course, there were the occasions when Ianto did manage to get under Jack's skin where the giving of a hard time was concerned. But it was all part of the relationship and what made them, them. "I'm going through and seeing just who's been downloading the CCTV files," Jack muttered under his breath. The tone of Jack's muttering turned fonder, however, smiling as he kissed Ianto's cheek. "I suppose you will. I am quite certain you're up to the challenge."
Jack chuckled softly. "You may not disagree with my fondness, but you disagree with what could be done in them," Jack pointed out. "Not the shagging against the desk, though, now that you mentioned that..." Jack trailed off, giving Ianto's arse a tiny squeeze. "Janet duty it is," Jack said with a nod, as if that decided it.
Closing his eyes, Jack leaned into the kiss, loathe to break the contact. "I know you didn't," Jack said softly, stealing another kiss, hoping it wasn't as desperate as he felt. Truth was, for as long as he lived, he would never forget how Ianto looked, the rage he had felt towards him. But it was over, even if the scars were that damned constant reminder. Jack gently squeezed Ianto's hand, his thumb rubbing along Ianto's knuckles.
"I love you too," Jack said softly, his forehead dropping forward to rest against Ianto's. Jack's stomach flopped the moment Ianto asked to actually hear the words. Funny, in all his 2100 years (give or take a few), Jack had only spoken these words one other time. He closed his eyes, drawing Ianto in close to his body, or as close as he could given how they were sitting. "I was asking..." Jack trailed off, drawing in a deep breath. "I was asking you to marry me. To share your life with me."