" ... how about your favourite 21st century foods? I'm totally devoid of inspiration as to what to cook tonight ... Scrap that. You know what I want you to write about now. Explain to me, in minute detail, why you've chosen to settle with this boring old 21st century bloke." - Ianto
I said I'd do both.
My favorite 21st Century foods would probably be fish and chips, pizza, any kind of Indian, and steaks. If I could eat nothing but for the rest of my life, I would be a happy man.
As for the other part, Ianto Jones, as an old acquaintance might've said, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.You're possibly the most gorgeous creature I've met this side of the 30th Century.
Your lips are amazing, full and responsive and just the right size and so kissable.
Your eyes are that stormy grey blue and catch the light just right and are always so expressive. I can tell how annoyed or interested or amused you are just by a flash of your eye and a quirk of your eyebrow. They also can be sheer walls of unreadability, which is amazing to me, since I'm pretty damn good at reading people.
The lines of your body - your jaw, your shoulders, your collarbone, your sides and hips and thighs and arms - are so beautiful and well-put together. The gods broke the mold when they decided to make you.
Your cock is gorgeous. I mean it, too, because I have some experience in this area. Just the right length and size in my opinion, and perfectly suited to your proportions.
You always surprise me as to how well you can use said body, especially that gorgeous cock and amazing mouth. You're almost as inventive as I am, and surprisingly kinky I'm starting to find, which I love.
One of the reasons we've got on so well, I think, is how creative and open-minded you are for someone of your century.
The Cute Suit. Or really, any of your suits. And your relaxed clothes. Really, most of your wardrobe. On you.
How much you care for me and take care of me. I never say thank you enough, not just for all you do for all of us as a team, but all you do for me as an individual, as your boss, and as your partner.
The face you make when you're waking up. It's the most adorable thing I think I've ever seen, barring seeing Bronwyn's wake-up face.
The little moans you make when we're having sex ... If anyone found out what you look and sound like during sex, they might try to steal you away, you're so fucking amazing.
You smell fantastic. And taste.
I adore your company. You make a wonderful companion.
No one knows quite so well how to make me smile, and you know how to calm me and steady me, how to turn me in the right direction. You anticipate my thoughts and your dry wit is the perfect offset to my playful banter. Really, we are an excellently matched pair.
You're giving me a child, something I never thought possible, but amazing to me even now.
I love you. Amongst the myriad of people I've cared for, loved, there are few, if any, I've loved as well as I love you, Ianto Jones.