Title: May I Have This Dance?
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Table: 11
Prompt: 13, Dancing
Author's Note: The song lyrics are from "Black Black Heart" by David Usher.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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Ianto looked over at where the Doctor was half-reclining on one of the couches in the Tardis, his concentration utterly taken up by the book he was reading. He couldn't help smiling as his gaze rested on the man he loved; it was one of the few times he'd seen the Doctor completely relaxed, and Ianto liked him this way.

He couldn't help worrying about the Time Lord. The Doctor always seemed to be in perpetual motion, not only going from one place to another -- one time to another -- but never slowing down in his personal velocity. It was as though he felt that he had to keep moving in every way that he could; that if he stopped, some catastrophe would occur.

Ianto sighed softly, shaking his head a little. Somehow, he had to convince the Gallifreyan that he needed to take more time to relax in the way he was now.

That sigh attracted the Doctor's attention. He closed his book, looking up at Ianto with both brows raised in inquiry. "Something on your mind?"

Ianto wanted to deny that there was, but somehow, the Doctor could always see right through him, even when he insisted that nothing was wrong. "I was .... thinking," he hedged, not wanting to come right out and say just what he'd been thinking about.

"That could mean two things," the Doctor countered, swinging his long legs off the couch and standing up. "Either you're thinking about me and letting yourself worry, or there is some problem that you don't want to tell me about for fear that I'll worry."

The Welshman couldn't help but smile at the Doctor's words; this man knew him so well already, even after the short time they'd spent together. Ianto let his eyes roam over the Doctor's body; he had a way of making the mundane dress of jeans and a t-shirt look devastating.

Those clothes also looked as though they could be pulled off very easily.

It was all too easy to imagine pushing the Doctor down on the silken sheets of the bed .... removing his clothes slowly, piece by piece .... letting his hands trail over that velvety skin, then his lips .... easy to imagine the Doctor moaning his name as he lost himself in that beautiful body.

Ianto sighed, trying to focus his mind on what he'd been thinking about just a few moments ago, instead of the delicious mental images of what he imagined the Doctor would look like naked. There was time enough to discover that for himself later.

But did they have a later? Would the Doctor have to leave, hurriedly, unexpectedly, with no idea of when he would be back?

Ianto couldn't keep himself from frowning. No. He wasn't going to let that happen. He would go with the Doctor, in spite of whatever protests the Time Lord might try to put up.

The Doctor crossed the room to stand in front of Ianto, raising one thin hand to place his fingertips against the young man's lips. "I don't like it when you frown," he said softly, his dark eyes searching Ianto's face. "You're too beautiful to look so worried."

Ianto closed his eyes, loving the feel of those cool fingertips on his mouth. "I .... was thinking about the possibility of you having to leave," he admitted with a sigh. "And that I won't allow it to happen."

"Ianto ...." Now it was the Doctor's turn to sigh. You can't always be with me, love. You know that." He was unaware that the four-letter word he'd always tried to avoid using with anyone had slipped out, naturally, as if he'd always used it in reference to this man.

Ianto's eyes snapped open when he heard the endearment, but he didn't remark on it. Instead, he tucked the words away into a compartment of his mind, to savor them later, the sound of them forming a little glow around his heart.

"You won't be able to get rid of me so easily," he whispered, pulling the Doctor's slim body against his and wrapping one arm securely around the Time Lord's waist. "You belong to me, you know. There's no escaping that, no matter where in time you might happen to go."

The Doctor let his forehead rest against Ianto's shoulder, his voice a little husky when he spoke. "Everything I am is yours." The words were barely audible, but to Ianto, they sounded clear and strong.

He closed his eyes, resting his cheek against the Doctor's tawny hair. No, he wasn't going to let this man go. This was what he had been waiting for all of his life, and he'd be damned if he would surrender it to any force that might try to push him away.

Ianto broke the silence with a soft laugh, the fingers of one hand lacing through the Doctor's. "May I have this dance?" he asked softly, his other arm tightening around the Time Lord's slender waist.

The Doctor lifted his head, looking towards the center of the Tardis. "Music," he said, firmly; within a moment, the soft strains of a pop song were echoing through the room.

Ianto raised his eyebrows, smiling. "Pop music?" he queried, not minding the song -- he didn't really care what they were listening to, as long as he had the Doctor in his arms.

"I like this song!" the Doctor replied, his dark eyes laughing up into Ianto's. "It's quite romantic, you know. Even .... sexual, in a way." His voice had gone husky again, the words a little breathless.

As I begin to lose my grip
On these realities you're sending
Taste your mind and taste your sex
I'm naked underneath your cover

Ianto swallowed hard; he couldn't meet the Doctor's eyes for a few brief, heady seconds. He didn't know if this particular song was a challenge -- or a request that the Doctor couldn't quite manage to put into his own words. And he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

To cover his confusion, he leaned down gracefully, dipping the Doctor towards the floor. When they were upright again, the Doctor's cheeks were flushed, his hair disheveled; Ianto thought he'd never looked so incredibly beautiful.

"That was .... interesting," the Doctor murmured, his mouth close to Ianto's ear. "I quite like feeling that you're on top of me."

This time, when their eyes met, there was no mistaking the invitation in the Doctor's dark eyes.

Ianto couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a movement as swift and graceful as a feline's, he bent to hook one arm under the Doctor's knees, lifting the slender Time Lord into his arms and carrying him towards the large bed that seemed to dwarf every other object in the Tardis.

He was glad he'd left his cell phone turned off. There was no way he wanted to be interrupted -- and he had a feeling that they were going to be occupied for a very long time.

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Next story in series - First Time Forever.