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branwen_blaidd) wrote2008-07-10 01:52 am
Fic- Music Lover
Title: Music Lover
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: It’s Christmas and Jack forgets.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: This is just fluff! The Welsh Caru yn wastad means ‘love always’. Comments are life!
Jack was dreaming about soft touches and passionate kisses when he was suddenly, experiencing them in real life. He arched up into Ianto’s real life touch and his eyes opened.
Ianto’s face was the most beautiful sight Jack had ever seen, the picture of happiness. He was beaming and his eyes sparkled with joy.
“Happy Christmas, Jack!” he said and kissed Jack again.
Jack struggled to sit up and took Ianto in. Ianto was dressed in soft red pyjamas and he held a parcel in his lap, neatly wrapped in bright red paper. Ianto was gazing expectantly at him.
“Happy what?” Jack mumbled, still half asleep.
“Happy Christmas. It’s Christmas morning, Jack.”
“Oh.” Jack rubbed a hand over his face, then let it drop to look at Ianto. “Is that why they wanted to go home early yesterday?”
Ianto giggled. “Yes, Jack. It’s also why they were wearing paper crowns and pulling crackers.”
“Oh. I see. Sorry, you know all these rituals you twenty first century people have baffle the hell out of me.”
Ianto smiled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Jack’s lips. “I did remind you last week.”
“You did?”
Ianto laughed. “I did.” He pulled back and resettled himself with his bottom on the bed and his legs folded in front of him. He grinned, as wide as his face would allow him to, then thrust the parcel at Jack.
“Go on. Open it!”
Ianto looked so completely thrilled that Jack found himself grinning too. He took the parcel from Ianto and began to tear into the paper. Ianto watched him, beaming.
Jack uncovered a small black velvet box. He glanced at Ianto, who grinned encouragingly at him.
Jack eased open the box and peered inside. Nestled in tissue inside the box was a silver pocket watch on a matching silver chain. He picked it up and took it in. It was beautiful, pure silver and smooth to the touch. He flipped open the front piece and looked at the face of the watch. The numbers were black and the hands told him that it was
That’s when he caught sight of the inscription on the inside of the front piece. Caru yn wastad, Ianto.
He glanced up at Ianto. “What does that mean?”
Ianto blushed. “It just means that…that I’m always yours.”
Jack grinned and leaned forwards. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Ianto blushed even more but let out a relieved breath. “I’m so glad you like it.”
A thought occurred to Jack and his stomach tightened. “Ianto, I…I don’t have anything for you.”
Ianto’s smile didn’t fade but the sparkle in his eyes dimmed. “That’s all right, Jack. I don’t expect anything from you.”
Jack frowned. “No. It’s not all right.” Carefully, he put the pocket watch back in its box and set it on the bedside table.
Then he grabbed Ianto’s hand. “You deserve a present from me, Ianto.”
He’d had an idea and, although he hadn’t gone out and bought it for Ianto, it was unique and important and he knew Ianto would love it.
He reached into his drawer and withdrew a small silver pendant. It wasn’t decorated in any way, just a smooth round piece of silver, no bigger than Ianto’s thumb. It had a link in the top to attach it to a necklace. Ianto frowned at it. “What’s this?”
Jack grinned. “It’s not a necklace.”
“What is it then?”
“Let me show you.” He took Ianto’s hand again and placed his thumb on the silver. “Think of a song.”
Ianto frowned. “Erm…moonlight serenade.”
He gasped and Jack grinned. “Well?”
“Jack, I can hear…I can hear the song. In my head. Right from the beginning. It’s…perfect.”
“Every song in human history is in that.” He laughed. “All the way up to twenty years after I was born.”
Ianto smiled. “You got this when you were twenty?”
“My first love gave it to me. He said he liked to see it make me smile. See, it plays the perfect song for your mood. You don’t even have to know the song.”
Ianto held it out to Jack. “Don’t you want to keep it? If someone you loved gave it to you.”
“I don’t need it anymore. It’s in my head now, become part of me.” He closed Ianto’s hand around the pendant. “Keep it. Let it become part of you.” He smiled. “Let me see it make you smile.”
Ianto beamed. With careful fingers, he threaded the pendant onto his chain and looped it around his neck.
“Thank you, Jack. Thank you so much.” He pulled Jack to him and kissed him deeply. And as Jack kissed him back and held him close, Ianto had ‘In the Mood’ by Glen Miller playing in his head.
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Thanks, hun!
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I thought of Jack's gift to Ianto first.
Thanks!
xx
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*squees and melts into a puddle of white chocolaty goo*
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Me too! Maybe if we live to the 51st century we'll get one! Telepathic ipod!
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GW
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Hmm, I think he may already know a little bit ; )
They never say it directly but I think they both know how they feel.
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I just youtubed In the Mood and I LOVE it :D
Now I have really awesome images of Jack and Ianto dancing to that song in Ianto's front room!!
I've got my prom tonight....but somehow I don't think people will be too impressed if I request this song? ahha
:) xx
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It is a fab song!
Lol, have fun! It's a good song to dance to so you never know!
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Nicole
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Hope work is going better!
Thank you so much!
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Could possibly be my favourite (well my second favourite after my O/I one lol).
xxx
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xxx