Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: Ianto has something for Lisa.
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Author's Note: Voting is open at Children of Time. This fic is nominated in the Jack&Ianto WIP category - it's up against some very tough competition but every vote counts! (hint hint)
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Lisa smiled back at Ianto as he poked his head around the door to her room and called out a cheery greeting. He stepped into the room, holding a hand behind his back. “I come bearing gifts. Well, just one gift, really. But one I know you’re going to love.”
Lisa’s smile widened and she looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, it can’t be too big, as you can hold it in one hand behind your back. And,” she sniffed, “I don’t smell a plant. So I’m going to have to go with a new book or a DVD.”
Ianto stayed silent and just smiled.
“Since you only just started a new book last night, it’s probably a DVD. And since you’re so sure I’m going to love it, that can only mean one thing.”
Lisa’s eyes sparkled. “Hand over the Johnny Depp and no one gets hurt, Welsh Man.”
Ianto pulled his hand out from behind his back and looked down at the ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest’ DVD, still in its shrink-wrap. It had only just hit the shop shelves that morning. “Either you’re too good at that game, or you just know me too well.”
“Nah,” Lisa said as he put the DVD down on the small table and sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “I just know that you know me that well.”
He leaned over and pressed a warm kiss to her lips, lingering to look into her eyes. “Lisa, we lived together for nearly four years. I would have to have been blind not to notice your… fondness… for Johnny Depp.”
“Go ahead and just call it an obsession. I know you want to,” Lisa teased.
Ianto shook his head good naturedly as he sat back onto the stool, pulling it closer to Lisa’s head. “Now that you mention it, even obsession might be a little weak…” he teased back. “What is it about him anyway? Yes, objectively speaking he’s a good-looking man, but what is it that has the majority of the adult female population of the Western world so smitten? No man stands a chance against him.”
Lisa squeezed his hand gently. “I’m not sure what it is, but I can tell you one thing I do know; Johnny Depp, fantasy fodder that he is, has some serious competition in Ianto Jones.”
A blush spread up Ianto’s neck and he leaned over again, kissing her firmly, lovingly. “While I love that you’d say that,” he said as he pulled back, “I think we both know the truth. If he showed up on our doorstep, I’d be finding somewhere else to spend the night.”
Lisa hummed in admittance. “Well, maybe for one night…” Her eyes flicked downwards over Ianto’s body. “Although… you wouldn’t have to leave, if you didn’t want to.” There was a slightly dreamy look in her eyes as she obviously imagined the scenario. “I know I’d enjoy it, and don’t even try to pretend that you wouldn’t too.”
Ianto tilted his head slightly to the side. “Well, yeah… although…”
Lisa laughed. “Yes, yes. I know. You’d prefer it was Tom Cruise.”
Ianto chuckled affectionately, rubbing a finger over the back of her hand. “You know me so well.”
Although, he thought to himself, it wasn’t like he had hidden his ‘fondness’ for Tom Cruise any better than she had hers for Johnny. A whole section of their DVD collection was devoted to films one of those two actors had appeared in. Ianto knew that, if there was a film out there with both of them (there wasn’t, he’d checked), it would rarely leave the DVD player.
He sighed happily, watching Lisa’s eyes twinkle, listening to her continuing to laugh softly. He loved to see her laugh, see her look so happy, for once. He hadn’t seen it enough lately.
“So,” she said, breaking him out of his reverie. “What about that DVD then? I need my fix.” She was smiling as she said it.
His own smile undiminished, he pulled over the little portable DVD player and started a fight with a cellophane wrapper.
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