Summary: Jack and Ianto dance.
A/N: Written for fanfic50 prompt, Dance. Beta'd by stolendreams
The muted sound of dance hall music drifts down through the Hub as Ianto makes his way up to Jack’s office.
Jack stands with his back to the door, the room barely lit by the light of a single lamp on his desk.
He doesn’t turn around as Ianto knocks politely, he just sighs softly and sets the record back to the start, the music beginning again.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it, how people can make such music when all around them the world is falling apart.” He runs a hand slowly along the gramophone’s timeworn wooden case.
“Sir?” Ianto steps closer. “Is there anything you need?”
Turning, Jack holds out his hand. “Dance with me?” His tone is wistful, expression full of memories and longing.
“I don’t know how.” But he takes Jack’s hand without hesitation.
“I’ll show you.” Jack places his other hand on Ianto’s back. “You trust me?”
Ianto smiles, shy at first and then a little bolder as he takes Jack’s arm. “Always.”
They dance, not quite a waltz, limited as they are by the confines of the office, but more an expression of the mood of the music.
As the music slows they are not so much dancing as just holding each other close and swaying gently in time to the melody.
“Why have we never done this before?” Ianto’s voice has a dreamy quality to it as he looks at Jack.
“The time was never right.”
“It’s right now though, isn’t it?” It’s not really a question and Ianto holds Jack a little tighter.
Jack just smiles and rests his head against Ianto’s shoulder.
Eventually the music stops and all around them is still, but for the quiet hum of the Hubs computers.
“What do we do now?” Ianto’s voice is barely above a whisper, as if unwilling to break the mood between them.
“I think you know what I’d like to do.” There is a hesitancy, a nervousness not normally present in Jack’s voice as he looks at Ianto.
“I see.” Ianto’s expression is unreadable in the dim light, but he releases his hold on Jack’s arm.
“We don’t have to, if it’s not what you want.” It’s weary, tinged with a resigned disappointment, and Jack starts to turn away.
“But I do want this.” It’s a little breathless as Ianto’s hand curls around the back of Jack’s neck, drawing him back against Ianto’s chest and into a kiss.
They kiss, closed lipped for a moment until Ianto pulls back, his expression one of concern. “What’s wrong?” His hand still resting on Jack’s neck, fingers gently stroking just under Jack’s shirt collar. “I though you wanted this?”
“Of course I want this. It’s just that I don’t know where this is going, where we’re going.”
“Bed, I’d hoped, desks are very uncomfortable for this sort of thing.” It’s gently mocking and Ianto puts a hand on Jack’s waist, fingers tangling into Jack’s shirt as if afraid that Jack might try to leave.
Jack can’t help but smile, albeit briefly, at Ianto’s attempt to lighten the mood, before becoming serious again. “No, Ianto, I mean tonight, after tonight, will there be an us? Should there even be an us?”
“I don’t know.” Ianto closes his eyes for a moment, frowning slightly, before looking into Jack’s eyes. “But I think it would be very wrong not to try.”
Jack pulls him into a tight embrace, breathing in deeply the scent of Ianto’s hair. “I could fall in love with you, I really could, it’d be so easy.” He says with wonder in his voice.
Wriggling an arm free, Ianto switches off the lamp, leaving just the faint light of the computer terminals outside as illumination.
“Are you implying that I’m easy?” Ianto attempts to sound scandalised and fails, laughing softly in the darkness.
“Never. Smart, cute, a little mysterious and far too gorgeous in a suit to be true, but never easy.” Jack laughs as well, genuinely amused by Ianto’s fake indignant expression. He strokes Ianto’s cheek, eyes sparkling. “Now, where were we?”