It's all in the planning... Challenge #4 redisourcolour

[zazajb]

 

Title: It’s all in the planning...
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, references to M/M kiss, occasional mild language
Pairings/Characters: Jack, Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set prior to Something borrowed
Summary: The team are suffering from Gwen’s wedding planning...
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time... Words 950

This is for Iantosdreamer46 because she’s a wonderful friend and I hope it makes her smile J

Xposted Jantolution & jackxianto

A/N Written for Weddings: challenge #4 Redisourcolour

 

 

It’s all in the planning...

Gwen paced the floor, her voice rising, “Rhys, listen to me...we are not having anything pink in this event – got it! I don’t care if it’s Queen Victoria’s favourite colour or your mother’s...” she paused, mid-rant, listening to the voice on the other end of her mobile.

From where Ianto stood on the walkway overhead he could hear that Rhys was equally incensed. He grimaced, so much for weddings being all sunshine and roses – it sounded more like the start of World War three..!

Gwen was off again...”...no, no, I am not – got that – not having pink champagne or tacky swans made out of ice...NO Rhys...final!”  she hung up and glared round moodily, looking to make eye contact, needing to get the reassurance that she wasn’t being unreasonable... Tosh stared at her screen so hard it would have melted under the intense gaze, Owen wisely remained in autopsy, even though he really needed a bathroom visit...Jack was in his office, feet up on the desk, watching the scene from a distance, deciding it was far safer to stay put...

Ianto sighed quietly and backed into the kitchen to start the coffee...Gwen was most definitely on decaf this afternoon... He busied himself preparing the beans for grinding, setting out mugs and slices of Bakewell he’d picked up earlier...humming the Wedding March without realising his brain’s choice of tune...

Owen crept up the steps, he really needed to go, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, knowing he’d get a blow-by-blow account of every word of the conversation, then he’d have to agree with Gwen, who would in turn use that against Rhys later, who would then phone and plead for a little male solidarity...no, it was far better to creep past quietly whilst her back was turned... He took a final step up into the main work-space and grabbed his chance as she was scowling towards Jack’s office, flying across the hub like lightning towards the bathroom before Gwen had realised his presence.

Jack chuckled, watching as Gwen’s face darkened – her potential ally in all things matrimonial planning...escaped...

Ianto emerged from the kitchen, his tray laden with steaming mugs and plates of sweet and sticky Bakewell tart. He headed down the stairs, the delicious aroma wafting across the hub ahead of him.

Gwen turned and sniffed... “Oh, Ianto, that’s just what I need – a caffeine hit – perfect timing...” 

Still humming softly, Ianto stopped first at Tosh’s work station, carefully placing her mug and cake [cut into two smaller pieces, just how she liked it] by the side of her computer, earning himself a delighted smile from the serious computer genius – a smile that lit up her lovely face...she’d make a beautiful bridesmaid, he thought, recalling a previous topic of ‘discussion’ via Gwen’s mobile a few days ago...

He moved on. Gwen had made it as far as her work station now and was stood glowering at the stack of files piled up beside it. He handed her the mug with the orange daisies on it, knowing it usually made her smile...well, she tried, but it didn’t quite work today.

He placed her plate on top of the files,  “...cake first...by order of the teaboy..!” he said. “Have you tried each making a list of what you want and then seeing where you both want the same thing..?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, “she conceded, “...I just don’t want it all going wrong on the day...”

“They say it’s all in the planning...” Ianto’s gorgeous Welsh tones soothed her frayed nerves and she patted his arm gratefully, gracing him with a tiny smile before dropping into her chair to start on the Nordorax report from the previous day. She started humming the Wedding March under her breath, her smile growing as she considered numerous other ways to piss Rhys’ mum off by refusing her crass and unsuitable suggestions for their wedding plans... She sipped her coffee happily, blissfully unaware of the lack of caffeine...

Ianto continued his rounds, earning himself a gruff “...nice one, teaboy!” from Owen, who’d snuck past in the other direction whilst he was with Gwen. He handed over the Gremlins mug and a large slice of tart before heading for his final stop...Jack’s office.

Jack grinned at him and held his arms out invitingly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he was rewarded with an armful of Welshman and the softness of his exquisite mouth pressed against his own. He opened his mouth in response to the nibbling of his lower lip, their tongues dancing pleasurably as their kiss deepened. Breaking off for much needed oxygen, Jack tugged Ianto down onto his lap and tightened his hold, resting his chin on the young man’s shoulder.

“...so, all in the planning is it..? How’d you get to be so knowledgeable about weddings..?”

“Rhi’s...she planned it for over a year...and anyway...I know everything, remember!”

Jack chuckled and reclaimed his soft and sensual lips, long sweet minutes passing them by... Finally coming up for air, gasping, Ianto whispered huskily in Jack’s ear, his Captain’s eyes widening with delight, matching bulges appearing in their trousers ...

“...I’ll get rid of the others...when did you organise all this..?”

Ianto smirked, “...I told you, Sir...it’s all in the planning..!”

 

 As requested...sequel where you find out what he's been planning...
http://zazajb.livejournal.com/10269.html