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Chapter-12
As everyone left for the day, Owen came up from the autopsy day. He noticed a thick, plain white envelope laying on his desk. Opening it he frowned: it was full of money and a single note, written in neat script.
Owen
Sorry again for hitting you. Take this and go to your favorite pub, on me. But be warned, tomorrow everything returns to normal. Don't forget, I have plenty of decaf.
Ianto
Owen smirked to himself. "Thanks tea-boy, I wouldn't want it any other way,"he muttered, as he left on the secret lift.
In the lower level of the hub, Jack and Ianto were in their home having shower and relaxing to the sound of Glen Miller.
As Ianto relaxed in Jack's arms after the shower, relishing the feeling of the man beside him, he told him about his letter from Frank and giving Owen the money from their bet. Jack talked about disciplining Gwen for not doing her rotation or making alternative arrangements.
After a short pause, Jack looked lovingly at Ianto.
"Let's make a vow. Once we cross that doorway," he said, pointing to the doorway leading into their bedroom. "Everything is about us. Anything work related ceases to exist unless it is an emergency or world crisis. Agreed?" He looked questioningly at Ianto.
Ianto nodded in agreement, happy that Jack had been thinking the same thing.
He closed his eyes and snuggled closer to the man as he breathed in the enticing pheromones Jack was giving off unknowingly.
He kissed him passionately and whispered, "I love you, Jack Harkness-Jones."
Jack smiled. Kissing Ianto slowly and passionately, he murmured back, "I love you too."
They lay in each other arms mesmerized by Moonlight Serenade, worldly cares forgotten. Ianto smirked to himself. Who would believed a song compose in 1935 would come to hold so many wonderful memories for me?
He looked lovingly at Jack, the man who would die for him, multiple times if necessary. They wouldn't be together forever, just as long as this job would let Ianto live, so he didn't want to waste a second of it.
The End
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